The villain also wants to fall in love

When the food came to the table, Yun Youze couldn't wait to suck it hard, and when Jiang Mingchuan took the chopsticks and put them in his mouth, all the flavors were gone, and he couldn't taste what the food was today.

Yun Youze didn't know that the food was completely tasteless after taking a few sips. Instead, he felt that the smell didn't go into his stomach. He stayed in Jiang Mingchuan's pocket and looked around. He saw that auntie started to clean up the room, acting very Liso, everything will be put back in place after packing.

No wonder Jiang Mingchuan was able to get up, wash, and get dressed so smoothly. It was because of this aunt who took good care of him.

Jiang Mingchuan ate a few mouthfuls by the way, put down his chopsticks and went into the room, and said to his aunt before closing the door, "The food was poured, and I will make it again at noon. If there is nothing else, don't knock on the door."

"Got it, Teacher Jiang."

With the door closed, Jiang Mingchuan sat in front of the window, not caring about the summer light falling on the table through the glass, skillfully took out the only pen in the pen holder, took a piece of A4 paper and spread it on the wooden board.

Jiang Mingchuan's handwriting was surprisingly beautiful and neat, and his writing was also very smooth, forming sentences quickly from one word to another.

Yun Youze was in Jiang Mingchuan's chest pocket, just in time to see the words slowly appearing on the paper, written in rows on the auxiliary board below.

Yun Youze watched and quickly realized, "You write horror novels."

"Ah."

"Why write horror novels?"

The tip of the pen in Jiang Mingchuan's hand froze, and he said after a while, "Black is fear."

Yun Youze understood a little bit. To a blind man, the world is black. No one can understand fear better than a person deep in the eternal night, not to mention that Jiang Mingchuan can still hear those voices.

Jiang Mingchuan continued to write, and Yun Youze was also reading quietly in his pocket, and soon discovered a problem, Jiang Mingchuan never seemed to write colors.

Everything in Jiang Mingchuan's pen lost its color, leaving only the essence, in the darkness.

Yun Youze thought, probably, except for horror novels, other genres could not be described by Jiang Mingchuan.

Yun Youze asked him, "Do you want to see colors?"

Jiang Mingchuan didn't answer, as if he was immersed in the world he imagined and couldn't get out.

Yun Youze stopped asking, and called out the system, [Tutu, is there any way for him to see it? 】

[Yes, but item cards are very expensive. 】Xiaotu opened the mall, screened out those item cards, and sorted them by points.

Yun Youze looked at it, the most expensive one cost [-] points, which was obviously not worth it, Yun Youze directly fixed his eyes on the item card with ten points.

[What is the use of this dream card? 】

Xiaotu replied, 【It means that the dreams of two people are connected, allowing the other party to see the world in the user's dream. 】

【But I'm a ghost now, and I don't know how to dream. 】Yun Youze thought for a while, 【No, I am a ghost now, I can enter his dream, will it change his dream?Let him see the world I think in his dream? 】

[In principle, this is true, but Da Da’s soul is too weak to change the dream. 】Xiao Tu once operated and recommended a prop to Yun Youze, 【You can use the dream card to enter the dream, and it only costs ten points. 】

Yun Youze looked at the introduction of the fantasy card again, and it was to project everything he thought into the dream, which seemed okay.

Yun Youze exchanged it directly, and used it when Jiang Mingchuan went to bed.

Jiang Mingchuan wrote like this for almost the whole day, and he didn't put away the handwritten manuscript until he sat down for dinner, closed the door and went out to eat.

Auntie left after cleaning up the kitchen. Jiang Mingchuan also sat on the sofa. After listening to the news for almost an hour, he went to take a shower and went to bed.

There was no need for Yun Youze's reminder this time, Jiang Mingchuan took the initiative to put Yun Youze next to the pillow, and put up the fully charged mobile phone, "Don't make noise."

"I'm not noisy."

Jiang Mingchuan hummed and fell asleep on his side.

Yun Youze didn't look at it as seriously as last night, and kept turning his head to look at Jiang Mingchuan. After making sure that Jiang Mingchuan was really asleep, he pulled his soul away from Xiaoxiong and entered Jiang Mingchuan's dream.

As he had imagined, the whole world was black, and occasionally he could see the ghosts that Jiang Mingchuan imagined. Although they were all black, he could see the outlines of the monsters, which were hideous and terrifying.

Yun Youze couldn't help rubbing his arms, and immediately used the fantasy card to imagine a beautiful world.

The blue sky is connected with the deep blue sea, the dazzling sunlight shines on the golden sandy beach, and the sand gradually turns into a meadow, with various small flowers blooming, and behind it are some fruit trees that Yun Youze likes.

Yun Youze raised his finger to the sky, and began to introduce them one by one in Jiang Mingchuan's dream.

"The sky, cloudless and blue on a sunny day, is an unattainable future."

"The sea, the colorless water, reflects the sky when it is deep, and the sand and stones on the bottom of the sea when it is shallow."

Sunshine, beach, grassland, flowers and trees, Yun Youze introduced countless colors in Jiang Mingchuan's dream, and his chattering, smiling tone made Jiang Mingchuan in his sleep smile with embarrassment.

This was the only color that appeared in his countless dark dreams, and it was really beautiful, beyond his imagination.

While remembering the color in the dream, he also remembered the voice, which was the soul attached to the little bear doll.

Innocent, cheerful, and not at all like a ghost.

However, no matter how beautiful a dream is, there is a moment of sobriety. When the sound of the whistle downstairs fell through the glass wall and fell into the ears, the dream was instantly shattered, and Jiang Mingchuan's world fell into darkness again.

"Does it look good?"

There was a sound in his ear, Jiang Mingchuan turned around and reached out to touch it, and when he touched the little bear, he said, "It's very beautiful."

"Tomorrow I will show you the city, the neon lights, high-rise buildings, and traffic crowds."

Jiang Mingchuan pressed the little bear to the side of his face, feeling the furry touch of the little bear, and said softly, "One dream is enough."

"You are so easy to be satisfied." Yun Youze pressed his face and patted him slightly, "You have to learn to be greedy, to see more and more things, more colors, I haven't let you see it yet Mountains and rivers, sunset clouds and brocades."

Jiang Mingchuan asked him, "Why did you let me watch those?"

"Black is not good, I think you can see the beauty in this world."

"Are you... really a ghost?"

"Of course!" Yun Youze was very convinced, "But you didn't hurt me, and you let me look at my phone and stay here. Do you know why us ghosts cling to you? Because our souls will be very solid when you are by your side. I want to become stronger to take revenge, and in return, I will give you more and more scenery."

Jiang Mingchuan lowered his eyes, "But you will leave and take away those things that never belonged to me."

"It's not that I won't come back after I'm gone. Even if I really don't come back, you can still deeply remember what you dreamed in your mind. The memory will never be lost, it is our most beautiful treasure." Yunyou Ze continued to encourage, "Remember the colors and scenes, and when you think about it again, there will be pictures in your mind, and you will never forget them."