don't touch my ghost

Zhang Han was lying on the bed and listening to the symphony of pots and pans in the kitchen in a daze. This feeling was both strange and familiar.

He remembered that when his mother was alive, he was the same way. He stayed on the bed in the morning and refused to get up. Hearing the sound of his mother busy in the kitchen, he reluctantly got up from the bed until he smelled the familiar aroma of food. Rushing to school in a panic...

After so many years, he thought he would never have this feeling again, this... feeling of "home".

Not only because he lost his parents, but also because of his orientation...

As a GAY, wanting a warm home like my parents is really difficult in this kind of society...

What is the old saying? "A misfortune comes with a blessing", although it seems a problem that people and ghosts go different ways, but at least, there is no need to consider the worldly acceptance.

Two people "live" together like this, no one will find out at all, and there is no need to care about gossip.

He was thinking to himself like this, as if Ji Kai was already in love with him, he completely forgot that they had never established any relationship at all, not even a decent confession.

If you insist on talking about feelings, it is at most an ambiguous stage?

Zhang Han seemed to see Duke Zhou from a distance in his wild thoughts, so he closed his eyes and prepared to have a heart-to-heart talk with Duke Zhou.

However, when he entered the dreamland, he realized that what he saw was not the white-haired and white-bearded grandfather Zhou Gong, but a young man with handsome features and black hair—a young man from ancient times.

The young man was quite eye-catching, with long ink-like hair tied high on the top of his head, quite heroic, with a few strands of hair hanging down on the sideburns and forehead, adding a sense of unruly and unruly to this heroic spirit.On his full forehead, eyebrows were drawn into the temples, and the eyes under the eyebrows were closed at this moment. The thick eyelashes had no arc at all, and they poked straight, casting a shadow on his thin and protruding cheekbones. tall, lips...

The lips were so familiar, Zhang Han couldn't help but take a few steps closer, staring at the man carefully.

But no matter how serious he was, he couldn't recall where he had seen this face, it was clearly a stranger.

Zhang Han clicked his tongue, thinking that he might be confused, even in his dream he shouldn't know an ancient man.

Zhang Han's sound was very soft, but it still woke up the ancient boy who was dozing against the white void.

The man frowned slightly, and opened his eyes.

Even though he had just woken up, his eyes were as clear as stars, and could even be said to be a bit sharp and glaring.

Zhang Han couldn't help squinting his eyes.

The man's eyes suddenly softened the moment they touched Zhang Han, like ice meeting a scorching sun, instantly covered with a layer of warm mist.

"You're here, it's a bit late today, and there's another delay in the court? I heard that the frontline is tense, so the emperor should let you go, right?" The man said with red lips, very familiar stand up.

Zhang Han was a little confused, turned around and looked around, but saw no one other than himself, and there were no ghosts either.

"You...recognized the wrong person, right?" He asked doubtfully.

But the man didn't seem to be able to hear what he said, and he still opened and closed his red lips and muttered to himself: "When he releases you from the capital, let's find a chance to get rid of that annoying guy with the screwdriver. Didn't you say you want to go outside the Great Wall?" Looking for a place with rich water and grass to herd sheep for a living? I went to see it at the beginning of the year, and I think Jiuquan is good."

Zhang Han was confused, turned around again, but there was still nothing, he couldn't help but took two steps forward, wanting to see if the person really couldn't see him, but when he stepped forward, he felt that the whole person was as light as nothing, and he floated away stand up.

This feeling... like being hugged by Ji Kai...

This is?Soul drift?

Zhang Han was startled, and turned his head abruptly, and sure enough, there was another person in the place where he was standing just now, who was also dressed as an ancient man, but that person was wearing a silver armor, holding a red-tasseled silver spear in his hand, with a heroic appearance, and he was dressed like a general.

At this moment, the general was smiling gently, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes, silently listening to the chatter of the young man in black opposite him.

Zhang Han looked down at himself again, and found that he was almost transparent in gray and gray, fluttering in the wind, illusory, even worse than Ji Kai's ghostly appearance, at least Ji Kai seemed to have a substance...

Zhang Han shook his light body in the wind, thinking, "Is it because of incomplete soul?"

Seeing that the general remained silent, the young man frowned anxiously, and said: "If you can't let go, I will accompany you to finish this battle, and we will leave after we win."

The general then said slowly: "What if we lose?"

The young man flicked the tail of his hair hanging on his shoulders, and said with an arrogant face: "So what if you lose, at worst, I will accompany you to wrap your body in horse leather. If you can be with you, why should you be afraid of life and death? At worst, we will go to shepherd sheep together in the next life. Forever and ever , the grassland is always waiting for us there.”

The general laughed when he heard this, his hearty laughter echoed in the void, and he said with a smile: "Okay! The reincarnation of life and death will last for thousands of years, and with you, there is no need to fear life and death!"

The sentence "what's the fear of life and death" seems to contain something like internal force, and it echoed for a long time, Zhang Han was shocked by the sound, and there seemed to be thousands of troops roaring past in front of him, and he At this moment, I suddenly remembered that the lips of the young man in black seemed to be exactly the same as the ancient man who overlapped with Ji Kai in the hospital that day...

Zhang Han woke up in the smell of vegetables, the strong meaty smell aroused the gluttons he had been holding back for a long time, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to wrinkle his nose and take a big breath, sniffing carefully Smell this smell - twice-cooked pork! ! !

He threw off the quilt in a jerk, and didn't care about recalling that weird and bizarre dream, and rushed into the restaurant in three steps at a time, without even having time to put on his slippers.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, he saw a plate of twice-cooked pork with both color and aroma on the table. As for the taste, Zhang Han stretched out his hand and decided to practice his true knowledge. He would pinch a piece and taste it before evaluating.

"Crack" a pair of chopsticks flew from the air and hit the evil hand that he was planning to steal.

"Wash your hands first! The fever is not gone yet, if you eat dirty diarrhea again, don't you think about it?" Ji Kai directed the remote control while serving porridge in the kitchen without looking back.

Zhang Han withdrew his hand resentfully, slandering that living with A Piao would be fine, but this is bad, there is no privacy at all!Not only is there no privacy in the shower, but there is also no privacy for stealing food!

He rushed his hand in front of the faucet with lightning speed, rubbed it on the towel to dry it almost before it got wet, then sat down in front of the dining table, picked up the chopsticks, and pointed at this moment In his eyes, the twice-cooked meat, who was comparable to the lover of his dreams, was the first murder.

"Aw!" With a mouthful of meat in his mouth, Zhang Han couldn't help howling out.