don't touch my ghost

I shared the same bed with Ji Kai and chatted all night... Hey, why is it so weird that Zhang Han said this from a gay guy?

No matter, anyway, Zhang Han doesn’t feel tired at all now, as if he has opened the door to a new world. It turns out that people can get another brand new personality after death. Thinking about it this way, death doesn’t seem to be a bad thing. oh……

Tsk tsk, I won't be afraid of death from now on, I'll go to hell and reincarnate, huh?Isn't this the same as playing games with full blood resurrection!

One world, one dream hahaha!

Originally, I wanted to catch up on sleep after Ji Kai left, but because Zhang Han was too excited, his eyes were shining like light bulbs, and he lay on the bed and rolled around. Looking at the time, it was six o'clock, so he simply didn't sleep. Get up and have breakfast first.

Zhang Han stretched, stepped on flip-flops and prepared to go to the cafeteria to buy food.Squeezed toothpaste from the table, walked past the pumpkin bed with the toothbrush in its mouth, and asked habitually, "Would you like cabbage or leek this morning for Baozi?"

There was no response, Zhang Han glanced back, there was no one on the pumpkin bed.

Eh?What about people?

It was only then that Zhang Han realized that the pumpkin didn't go back to the dormitory at all last night.That's right, I chatted so happily with Ji Kai, if Pumpkin was here, I would have been woken up long ago.

Zhang Han spat the foam in his mouth, picked up his mobile phone and called Wagua in the bathroom: "Hey, where did you go crazy? You won't go back to the dormitory all night..."

Picking up the water glass to rinse his mouth, he said with a poof, "What? Vacation?"

On the other end of the Wagua phone, there was an obvious feeling of getting up, and he muttered indistinctly: "Boss, you have been so busy these days that you even forgot about the holidays. I packed up and went home last night..."

Zhang Han hung up the phone and scratched his head, well, let's go home and have breakfast with Zhang Wan.

Zhang Wan is Zhang Han's younger sister, two years younger than Zhang Han. She is a freshman at Z University this year. Because Z University is just across the street from their home, Zhang Wan has been living at home.The mother of the two passed away early, so Zhang Han has always doted on his sister, and the relationship between the two is also very good.

Zhang Wan liked to follow Zhang Han since she was a child, but she seemed to be in a relationship after she went to university. It has been a long time since she was attached to Zhang Han, and she seldom even made phone calls.

Zhang Han took out his mobile phone and looked at the call records. Not only did he scold a heartless girl in his heart, but he didn't have a single call for a month.The last time he called Zhang Wan, she refused to answer...

Zhang Han sighed, what can I do, no matter how heartless she is, she is still his own sister.

It's hard to rest for a few days, let's buy some delicious food and go back to see her.

It's a pity that Zhang Han didn't know, but Zhang Wan didn't really want to see his brother who was both father and mother.

It was already bright, but Zhang Wan's room was still tightly closed with the blackout curtains, and the doors and windows were closed.Not a ray of light can penetrate, Zhang Wan is holding a glue bucket in one hand and a newspaper in the other to paste on the large dressing mirror by the bed.

Layer after layer, as if I don't know how tired I am.

And the other mirror on the dressing table had already turned her into a mummy.

Zhang Wan was sobbing softly while covering the mirror, his face similar to Zhang Han was full of fear and resentment.

"Who the hell am I...you are my brother why do you want to kill me...you tell me who I am?...Did I get eaten by you?..."

Crying and crying Zhang Wan seemed to be exhausted, suddenly slumped on the ground like a deflated balloon, shrugged her shoulders and cried hoarsely, "Give me back, give me back!!!"

A young man in a black shirt and black trousers walked in. He was wearing polished black leather shoes, but he stepped on the wooden floor without making a sound.

He walked behind Zhang Wan, stretched out his hand and lifted Zhang Wan from the ground with a light lift. Zhang Wan raised her head in confusion, saw the young man's face, and cried even more aggrieved, "I am not me, you still love me Is it? You don't want to leave me, okay?"

The young man nodded, raised his hand to help Zhang Wan wipe off the tears covering his face, and said softly, "Don't worry, I will always be here."

Hearing his words, Zhang Wan finally stopped sobbing, and asked cautiously: "Then let's not look in the mirror today, okay? I'll listen to you, so stop looking in the mirror, okay?"

The young man frowned slightly, but there was no trace of displeasure in his voice, his tone was flat but firm: "No."

Zhang Wan couldn't help shaking her head, tears welled up again.

"Come here." The young man let go of Zhang Wan at some point, walked to the mirror, raised his hand and peeled off all the newspapers that Zhang Wan had just glued on.

Zhang Wan turned her head, saw herself in the mirror suddenly, screamed and turned around to run.

The young man didn't give her a chance to escape. In the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Zhang Wan again, stretched his long arms around Zhang Wan's slender waist, and fixed her from behind.The other hand held Zhang Wan's head from the back of her head, forcing her to face the mirror.

"Hey, open your eyes." The young man whispered in Zhang Wan's ear.

Zhang Wan begged softly: "Don't...I don't want...please..."

The young man lowered his head, gently held Zhang Wan's earlobe, and said in a vague voice, "Open your eyes, or I will leave."

Zhang Wan's hands hanging beside her tightly clutched the corner of the nightdress, struggled for a while, and finally opened her eyes...

Once again, she saw her face in the mirror turned into another person...

A person who gets along with her day and night, her only relative in this world - her brother, Zhang Han.

"Xiao Wan, I bought your favorite old Cui's fried rice, I'm getting up soon..." Zhang Han opened the security door with the key, and put breakfast on the coffee table.

The bedroom door opened, and Zhang Wan came out in pajamas with disheveled hair.

Zhang Han stepped forward: "Hey, Xiao Wan, why do you look so bad? Did you not sleep..."

"Ah----!!!" Seeing Zhang Han's face, Zhang Wan screamed, with a hideous expression, and ran back to the bedroom with her head in her arms.

Zhang Han was so frightened that he looked dazed, and quickly chased him in. In the bedroom, thick curtains were drawn and the light was dim. Zhang Han asked puzzledly, "What's wrong with you, Xiaowan?"

Zhang Wan curled up in the innermost part of the closet, holding her head tightly with her arms, and kept shaking her head: "Don't come here, don't come here..."

"What's the matter, this is..." Zhang Han approached little by little, and slowly squatted in front of the closet, "Xiaowan, look up at me, I'm your brother."

"Brother...?" Zhang Wan tentatively raised her head slowly, but when she saw Zhang Han, she frantically hid in the closet again, "Who are you? Go away, ah!!"

Zhang Wan didn’t raise her head, it’s okay, but when she raised her head, Zhang Han was surprised to find that her dark circles were very heavy, and it didn’t look like the kind from staying up all night, but like... as if she was entangled by something... …

If this had been put in the past, Zhang Han would definitely not have believed these gossips, but after being "hardened" by the Taoist nun and Ji Kai last night, Zhang Han had to think about that.

A few nights ago, he was also pestered by Ji Kai, so he couldn't sleep well, but he didn't have a mental disorder like his sister. Seeing her like this, could it be that he was frightened by seeing something?

Zhang Han couldn't help getting worried, and suddenly remembered that he could already see ghosts, so he looked around the bedroom, but he didn't see any ghosts, but there was one strange thing, the mirror on the dressing table next to the bed and the big dressing mirror were all covered with newspapers. Stop it, seal it tightly.

"Mirror?" Zhang Han murmured in his heart, but he couldn't figure out why, so he asked cautiously, "Xiao Wan, can you tell me what you are afraid of?"

"You..." Zhang Wan buried her head tightly in her knees.

"Me? I'm your brother, Xiao Wan..."

"You...you go away! Don't come to pester me anymore...you give me back! I beg you..." Zhang Wan burst into tears as he spoke.

Seeing his sister crying so much, Zhang Han really didn't know what to do, so he had to promise her first: "Okay, okay, I'll go... I put the fried rice on the table for you, remember to eat when you're hungry, I will gone away..."

Zhang Han wandered alone in the street, now it’s all right, the school finally had a holiday, and he couldn’t go home, Zhang Han just felt very depressed, looked up at the rising sun, sighed, no matter how big he was Even the bright sun can't shine into Zhang Han's melancholy and lonely heart at this moment.

Thinking of Zhang Wan's almost collapsed appearance just now, Zhang Han felt even more uncomfortable.

Zhang Wan's dark circles under his eyes definitely didn't last for a day or two, and he definitely couldn't drag it on any longer.Zhang Han decided to seek help from the Taoist aunt who was reincarnated from a fairy.

Zhang Han was so anxious that he backed another seven or eight buses to the Taoist temple located in the fringe of urban and rural areas.This time Zhang Han was finally able to take a good look at this Taoist temple.

A sandalwood plaque is inscribed with three big characters: Yunmengguan.

According to common sense, on holidays like May [-]th, all Taoist temples and Buddhist temples are crowded with pilgrims, but the gate of Yunmeng Temple is closed, and there is not even a single person at the door.

Zhang Han stepped forward to knock on the door, knock, knock——

It took a long time to hear faint footsteps inside, moving step by step from a distance.

The person who opened the door was an old man with long beard, long eyebrows and gray hair: "Young man, who are you looking for?"

"Master, I'm looking for Miss Taoist... oh, her name is Xuan Meng."

The old man stroked his white beard and said unhurriedly: "Xuanmeng, she has gone wandering."

Zhang Han was in a hurry now, he grabbed the door frame and asked, "Did she say when she will be back?"

"She didn't say that... But she travels for as long as a month. If you have anything to do, wait a month later."

Zhang Han bowed respectfully to the old man, and then walked back in a daze.

After walking a long distance, Zhang Han seemed to suddenly think of something, and turned back to the old man and shouted: "Master, the Taoist priests and aunts here have such a high level of Taoism, why is the incense not so prosperous?"

The old man smiled and closed the red-painted door. After a long time, a voice came from the Taoist temple: "Those who have a predestined relationship will naturally come, and those who have no predestined relationship will not see it when they come."

"Someone who is destined?" Zhang Han kicked the stones under his feet, facing the sun, and walked back with a dull head.