I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Pei Shuangjin felt something wet and soft against the tip of his ear, and then it was bitten by his teeth, and the feeling disappeared in an instant.

He was stunned for once: "What are you doing?"

Song Guicheng rested his head on Pei Shuangjin's back, was silent for a moment, slowly tightened his arms, and said, "Kiss you."

Pei Shuangjin didn't say anything else, as if he had tacitly agreed to this behavior. If Song Guicheng had turned on the light of his mobile phone at this time, he would definitely have seen his red ears.

It was a damp night, and the woods were silent, with only the sound of their footsteps. Their postures were intimate and trusting, like twin trees with the same roots, tightly entwined and never to be separated.

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

Song Guicheng tapped Pei Shuangjin's neck gently with his head. It didn't hurt, but it was very itchy.

Pei Shuangjin couldn't spare a hand to stop him, so he could only lift him up and asked, "Why?"

why?

Song Guicheng thought about it, because he had never liked hospitals.

I don’t like the pungent smell of disinfectant, the cold incandescent light, the suffocation and despair in the air, and the loneliness and helplessness that penetrates into my bones.

This was his entire impression of the hospital during his youth, which inevitably left a mark in his heart and became a flaw in his adult form.

It looks like it has healed, but the scar is still there.

Song Guicheng asked in a different way: "Can I not go to the hospital?"

He had no choice before. Whether he was forgotten on the hospital bed or abandoned in the corridor, no one cared about him and he had nowhere to go.

Only children who are loved have the freedom to choose, but obviously he doesn't.

Song Guicheng probably didn't know how cautious his tone was. It was fragile and pitiful, filled with ignorant hope.

He didn't even know what he was expecting.

Pei Shuangjin slowed down his pace, his expression remained unchanged, but his voice became softer: "Okay, but I need to bandage you."

"Can I be willful?"

"Okay, but stay with me."

"Can I despair?"

“Okay, but don’t hate yourself.”

"Can I stop living?"

……

The air was suddenly silent.

Pei Shuangjin's fingertips trembled along with his heart. He turned his head and could only see the strands of hair on Song Guicheng's forehead, which covered much of his expression and made it difficult to read.

They walked along the path to the foot of the mountain. The street lights cast a faint light on the concrete road. Silence sank into the dark night, and the atmosphere became a little solemn because of this sentence.

Song Guicheng moved his legs and jumped off Pei Shuangjin, stepped on the ground with one foot, and smiled nonchalantly: "I was just kidding."

The blood has stopped flowing, it has coagulated on the hands and clothes, turning into bloodstains, like blooming camellia flowers, dense and beautiful yet dilapidated.

He stood under the streetlight and looked at Pei Shuangjin, his smile not reaching his eyes. In the quiet evening breeze, Song Guicheng's hair fluttered and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly wrapped in a murder case, heavy and light, swaying but rebellious.

Pei Shuangjin always had a blank expression on his face, especially when he was looking at someone intently. His eyes revealed calmness and indifference, keeping people at a distance.

Song Guicheng met his gaze and smiled at him, with the curves of his lips and eyes just right, the most gentle and soft, extremely inclusive, it was the smile that everyone was used to seeing and liked the most.

"Don't laugh like that."

Pei Shuangjin reached out to grab the dying butterfly, but Song Guicheng was caught off guard and was bitten on his lower lip, which was a little painful.

He opened his eyes wide in surprise and his smile froze.

Song Guicheng looked up at Pei Shuangjin, first seeing his cold jawline, then his deep black eyes. In the emptiness, there were dots of emotions mixed in, shining under the light.

At this time, Song Guicheng was still able to distract himself and think that Wu Zhi was so handsome and this angle of death was also so cool.

"What are you thinking about?"

Song Guicheng came back to his senses and said blankly: "I was wondering why you didn't allow me to laugh."

Pei Shuang held his entire body in his arms, protecting him rather than confining him.

Pei Shuangjin lowered his eyes, with a deep and peaceful look. He leaned over and whispered, "You smile very reluctantly, as if you are living reluctantly for me. I don't want you to die, but I don't want you to live for me."

"you……"

Before Song Guicheng could react, he suddenly held her lips, and all her words were blocked by the touch of her lips and teeth.

Pei Shuangjin held his head, bit his lips and sucked slowly. He rubbed Song Guicheng's lips bit by bit, the warmth touching the slight coldness, entangled with a misty and sad feeling.

When Pei Shuangjin was looking at Song Guicheng just now, he was thinking that fate must have pushed him into a dead end from time to time. It must have been very difficult for him to grope his way to the edge of the cliff until now.

He wanted to say, don't make it so hard for me to go, if I have something that can help you, just take it away. Even a fallen leaf, a snowflake, or a gravel, just take it away.

My eyes, my life, my soul.

I give it to you, I give it all to you.

Song Guicheng felt this extremely gentle kiss and thought that it was not in line with Wu Zhi's tough and cold temperament at all.

The secret joy and sorrow in his heart collided and accumulated, fluttering down and falling all over the silent mountain in the dark night.

Pei Shuangjin gave him a kiss, stopping him from making excuses, and advised him to give up, to turn back, and to be free.

After the kiss, Pei Shuangjin said: "I..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Guicheng hugged Pei Shuangjin's thin waist, stood on tiptoe, pried open his mouth, and swallowed his words and heart with his tongue.

The heavy rain in his heart kept falling, extinguishing the violent magma in his blood. Pei Shuangjin said that it was always raining in his eyes, but he was not trapped in the rain. He was just holding an umbrella for God.

He wanted to be the throne of God, to be covered in dust and mud for God. He wanted to bear the weight of God, to carry him across the secular world and suffering, across the pain of separation and the lament of death, to carry him back to the top of the snow-capped mountains and continue his eternity.

Don't say anything, don't say anything, no one can convince anyone else.

They had a common thought, sacrificed to each other, and perished together.

The kiss was long and intense, and they didn't separate until Song Guicheng ran out of oxygen and his tongue and lips became numb.

They looked at each other with the same emotions in their eyes: pity, determination, and restraint.

Song Guicheng lowered his head in vain, and used his head to hit Pei Shuangjin's arm, and asked: "Did you see the appearance of that ghost just now?"

The topic suddenly changed from love to ghosts. Pei Shuangjin was not too surprised. She held his hand and continued walking: "She's from our school, a girl."

It was wearing the school uniform of Mingde Juku High School. Its death was extremely tragic, with its skin and flesh peeling off and separated from the upper and lower parts. It could only rely on its arms to drag its body forward.

"Do you recognize who it is?"

Song Guicheng has no memory at all. Even if he did, who could tell what he looked like from his face which is reduced to a skeleton?

Pei Shuangjin obviously didn't have this special ability.

Song Guicheng speculated: "She has been dead for at least a month."

The ghost girl's body was so severely decayed that its shape could no longer be seen, but it had not completely turned into bones.

Her death was not recent.

It is now the first semester of the second year of high school in April. A month ago, students were on spring break and not in school.

"It's not Suzuki Yukina," Song Guicheng said to himself, "they smell different."

Suzuki Yukina's behavior was indeed strange, but she had the scent of a living person, unlike the ghost they just encountered, which was smelly and rotten.

Pei Shuangjin asked: "Do you suspect it's Sato Misaki?"

Song Guicheng turned his head, looked at him, and nodded.

"Do you know where she lives?" Song Guicheng asked.

Pei Shuangjin asked him back: "How would I know?"

"Maybe she was your secret crush before, and you rescued her because you wanted to be a hero saving a beauty." Song Guicheng spoke without thinking, talking nonsense.

Pei Shuangjin raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile: "This reason is more suitable to explain why I care about you."

Song Guicheng turned around, walked backwards and shook a finger: "Nonono, you saved me not because of your secret love..."

Pei Shuangjin stopped, crossed his arms and looked at him quietly, wanting to see what else he could do.

Song Guicheng narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You are openly in love with me, coveting my beauty, right?"

The wind lifted his bangs, revealing a pair of gentle and clear eyes. There was a hint of cunning in his eyes, which lost some of their maturity and revealed their youthfulness.

This youthful spirit had always been locked in a heavy cage. Today, many years later, after being separated from the real world, it finally released a little in front of Wu Zhi.

In fact, what Song Guicheng wanted was never to be able to not go to the hospital, to be willful, or to be desperate and depraved, but to not be abandoned no matter what choice he made.

At least at this moment, he is a child who is loved.

Song Guicheng and Pei Shuangjin were walking leisurely on the country road, one in front and one behind, and they didn't look like they had escaped death at all.

Song Guicheng untied the bandage and showed Pei Shuang his hand, which had almost healed, "Look, I can't die easily."

Through the hideous wound, you can see the newly grown pink tissue under the skin filling the cracks and healing little by little.

He sighed, looking helpless: "It's all my fault that I'm too strong. I didn't leave you any room to perform."

Pei Shuangjin said nothing, grabbed Song Guicheng's hand and squeezed it. The force was not strong, but it made him grimace in pain.

But Song Guicheng didn't take his hand back. When it hurt so much, he just jumped twice on the spot and shouted, "It hurts, it hurts, I was wrong, you are the strongest."

Pei Shuangjin slowly let go, took out another handkerchief, and tied it up carefully for Song Guicheng: "Don't show off."

Song Guicheng blinked his eyes, leaned over and stared at Pei Shuangjin for a long time.

Pei Shuangjin frowned slightly:?

Song Guicheng said: "Women are made of water, men are made of mud, and you are made of a handkerchief?"

……

Pei Shuang pushed Song Guicheng's messy head away with disgust and said, "I am made of meat."

"And me?"

"You made it with your brain."

Lunch on the rooftop, he runs away and he chases, a tragic love triangle, a relationship between a human and a ghost, Song Guicheng is full of whimsical ideas.

Song Guicheng was not angry at all after hearing this. Instead, he smiled and said seriously, "You did it to me."

Pei Shuang was too lazy to even give him a look.

Song Guicheng said silently in his heart, it’s true.

"I'll help you find Sato Misaki's address." Pei Shuangjin said.

"Sato Misaki is in our class," Song Guicheng played with his fingers, "Can you be faster than me?"

Pei Shuangjin narrowed his eyes and said, "I have a way."

Song Guicheng didn't ask any more questions: "Okay."

"What happened a month ago..." Song Guicheng was a little absent-minded, "She died, and died with great resentment."