Heart-finding notice

"Master...Master!"

"Uh…"

"What are you looking at? The medicine has been changed, you should rest earlier."

The slight sound of closing the door awakened me, who was wandering in my mind, and I focused my eyes on him again, but in fact I never moved away.

"I seem to be dead." He lowered his eyes, a little sad and confused.

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I will go to your uncle!It is said that after recovering from a serious illness, it is easy to encounter dirty things, but I did not expect to encounter them!

But after all, he is already a man in his early thirties, so he has to pretend to be indifferent, not to mention that the other party is not a ferocious ghost.

"Cough...then, what do you want me to do?" Even though I said so, the other party was still a ghost. I couldn't help but slowly moved to the corner farthest from him.

"You are the first person who can see me." He suddenly grabbed my hand again, and rarely looked at me seriously.

"Besides, besides, you can still touch me!" He smiled and blinked his foul innocent eyes, which looked brighter and clearer through the black frame.

...What kind of expression is this? Is it the rhythm of crying with joy...

Looking at his slightly sunken dimples, the cold feeling on his hands was gradually replaced by warmth.I turned my eyes away to hide my heartbeat that gradually accelerated due to the hot gaze.

"Then, then, will you help me?" He looked at me expectantly, and unconsciously tightened his grip on my hand.

"Well... think about it."

"I knew you were the best!" He threw his feet on me, and I felt goosebumps all over my body, but I wondered if I didn't have the previous feeling of aversion to other people's touch.

Maybe... because he is a ghost!

"Get up! The wound is still hurting."

"I'm sorry." He smiled and pulled me to sit on the bed, without a hint of guilt on his face.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?" I leaned my back on the pillow helplessly, seeing that I couldn't let this matter go.

"Help me find the heart." He suppressed his smile, took my hand and put it on his left chest, and looked straight into my eyes.

"Looking for a heart? What do you mean?" I felt his icy body temperature in a daze, and it was no surprise that there was no movement at the place where my palms were pressed.

"My heart is gone and they won't let me line up for reincarnation."

"who are they?"

"I don't know. I just remember meeting them when I woke up from the hospital. They wanted me to get my heart back." He paused for a while, still refusing to let go of my hand.

"They say...without a heart, there is no memory, and without memory, it can't prove that I existed. I don't quite understand..."

"...So you don't remember anything now?"

"Simply yes."

My face was once again covered with black lines, although I sympathized with him a little, but I have no clue how to find his heart from the vast crowd!I took a deep breath, forcing my still confused brain to wake up.

"Then do you still remember...how did you die?"

He shook his head slightly, put down my hand, curled up and nestled on the head of the bed.

"I just know that my death is too miserable... They said that before I find my heart, I can choose the happiest time in my life to keep my appearance temporarily."

"But you have a clue if you keep the way you were before you died! I think those people are determined not to let you reincarnate!"

He suddenly raised his eyes, first surprised and then unstoppable grievance.

"But, but who would dare to help me!" Douda's tears swirled in his eye sockets without warning, and he looked at me innocently with his mouth puffed out.

...Why do I look like the one who did something wrong!

"You haven't even forgotten your own name, have you?" Sighed slightly, I have no defense against cute things, I can only wonder if I picked up a dog.

"En..." He rubbed his fluffy brown hair, nodded with gloomy eyes.

We looked at each other wordlessly, and the few poor clues made me feel powerless for a while.But people are already sad enough, and I can't complain anymore.

"So now I only know that you passed away in Mu'an Hospital." I squeezed my chin seriously, making my rusty brain work rapidly.

"En." He nodded, his eyes gradually regained some brilliance, and he looked at me expectantly.

"And your heart will disappear. There are three possibilities: [-]. You died because of a heart problem. [-]. It was transplanted to someone else. [-]. Someone stole your heart."

"Huh? The third one is too weird!" He looked suspiciously at me who was still thinking seriously, and I suddenly wanted to tease him.

"Don't tell me, maybe some unscrupulous doctor took your heart out to make money...One knife, one knife...It's bloody." I raised my knuckle hand and scratched his chest back and forth, with a look on my face. looked at him ferociously.

"Brother is not scary!" He pinched my face with one hand, and his bright smile made me stop involuntarily.

"I'm not your brother, just call me Mu Zichen. Besides, I'm not a few years older than you..." I felt a little guilty when I said this.

"Brother Xiaochen is obviously ten years older than me!"

"...how do you know?" I looked at him with a gloomy face, thinking that this face was the thing I was most proud of when I woke up. Although there was a little stubble, it was...mature, sexy, and stable!

"That woman just said that you are already 33, don't stumble like a child anymore."

"Oh..." I smiled a little relieved, but then I found something was wrong.

"What did you call me just now?"

"Brother Xiaochen!" He smiled, showing his white teeth, and stroked my slightly long black hair without any disobedience.

"...you're big head! This uncle is older than you..." I can't say the word ten years old, but time makes people old...

"Forget what you call it, I can get rid of you when I find my heart."

"Why are you doing this? I really like brother Xiaochen!" He grabbed my neck and wrapped his whole body around me like a snake.

"Go away!!!"

Aunt Wang paused with her hands sweeping the floor, wondering if the person in the room had been hit by a car and suffered from bipolar disorder.