gun on daisy

In the middle of the night, there were no windows in the empty room, but there were gusts of invisible wind that gently lifted and lowered the white curtains, like a naughty child's prank.

Creaking, creaking, creaking... The unoccupied wooden floor suddenly made a strange sound, accompanied by a slight thud, as if the elbow was driving the body to crawl.

Boom!Suddenly, the door of the room opened as if it had been kicked open, but there was no one behind the door, only the cold moonlight shining through the window lattice, casting a strange shape on the ground, it looked like a thin woman with long hair It's like being hung on a tree branch by the door.

But in the blink of an eye, the woman's figure disappeared again, leaving only the shadow of the bare tree branch on the ground.

Outside the window, there were thunderstorms and howling winds.

Accompanied by the din of wind and rain, a child's faint sobs and cries for help came from the closet behind him... There was a burst of lightning and thunder, and the gloomy room was illuminated for a moment.

As the thunder ended, the sound of desperately beating the windows suddenly sounded beside him, but this was clearly not the first floor, how could someone be beating the windows, how did it happen! "The crane and the tortoise slipped and fell, who is right behind?" A strange Japanese nursery rhyme sounded from the already damaged music box on the floor.

As he turned back in fear, bit by bit, the perspective shifted stiffly.

There was no one behind, not far away stood a thin woman with long hair in white clothes, a thick hemp rope was tightly tied around her neck, her head and neck were joined together at an incredible angle.

Seeing the woman staggering but moving at a high speed, she was about to fall on her face.

Suddenly... the screen went black and the TV was forced to turn off.

"Fuck!" Ji Zinuo yelled angrily, turned off the TV cursingly, and even dropped the remote control.

Ye Che helplessly and gently patted someone who was tucked into his arms, and picked up the remote control that was dropped by his feet.

Unexpectedly, one of the weaknesses of Ji Zinuo, who usually stands high above the sky with his tail up in the sky, is horror movies.

But the person who proposed to watch ghost movies together at midnight was also unexpectedly timid in this regard.

"There are no ghosts, don't be afraid."

"Kill back! Look at that, it's not a ghost, it's something!" That, is the mother of the child in the closet, right? ""His mother?Damn it's scary!They've been dead for five years, five years, okay?That's not what a ghost is! Ji Zinuo buried his head on Ye Che's chest emotionally, cursing uncontrollably, his voice muffled, like a child with a lot of grievances.

Looking at this unexpectedly cute person in his arms, Ye Che's mouth curled into a smile, and he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch his hair, just like he always did to himself.

Clean, soft brown hair with a scent of shampoo.

However, Ye Che still stopped.

That thin, white hand with well-defined joints stopped awkwardly in mid-air, and then slowly returned to its original position with a guilty conscience.

Yeah, what's their relationship?How dare a pet be so bold.

If Joey knew, how would he be punished...Joy...Ye Che suddenly felt a physical discomfort when he thought of this name, his heart began to beat violently, he was short of breath, his chest was tight, and his breathing became rough.

"Hey! You, what's the matter with you?" Ji Zinuo noticed the abnormality, raised his head slightly from his warm embrace, his hands were still tightly grasping Ye Che's arms.

"Master, I'm fine."

"Really all right?" "Well, all right."

"Oh, I get it, you're scared, aren't you?" "..." "Lie to me, hahaha! You must be scared, come, come, I can consider hugging you."

Ye Che's smile was pale and forced.

And Ji Zinuo obviously didn't capture the real information, affirming the other party's fear without authorization with bluff, and being able to save face for him, this person is always like this.

The highest is the highest, the face is the first, the world is the biggest and I am the biggest.

Ghosts and monsters are not scary, they want to harm you, and their purpose is written all over their faces.

I want you to die, and all of them are shown in front of you unabashedly.

And people are much scarier than ghosts.

If I want to harm you, I may still have a bright smile on your face.

If you want to die, the subordinates may still be doing things that seem to be good for you.

And Ye Che has never been afraid of ghosts, he has seen too many people scarier than ghosts.

Ji Zinuo was still beside him with arms outstretched, with a triumphant expression on his face.

And Ye Che didn't say much anymore, pretending that he was really scared because of watching a ghost movie, snuggled into Ji Zinuo's arms, hugging him tightly, feeling the warm body temperature coming through the material of the clothes.

In this situation and situation, if Ye Che is a small bird that clings to others, then Ji Zinuo, who flung himself into Ye Che's arms just now, can definitely be called a roc spreading its wings, or a roc whose hair explodes.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Ji Zinuo didn't bother Ye Che all night.

The two went to the shower together, brushed their teeth side by side, and dried their hair.

Ji Zinuo enthusiastically played the role of protector, hugged the thin Ye Che horizontally, put him gently on the bed, covered the quilt, tucked one corner of the quilt, and slipped in himself.

Just like that, we slept together all night.

Recently, Ye Che has always been moved by such scenes. Too beautiful things are always fragile, like a big dream, like bubbles under the clear sky in midsummer.

Beauty is fake, happiness is out of reach, once touched by these dirty hands, everything will be shattered.

Therefore, the recent tears are worthless, and they always slip quietly in the bed in the dead of night.

Although Ji Zinuo didn't notice it every time in the past, he always turned around and fell asleep afterwards, leaving Ye Che covered in scars and residue.

But today, Ji Zinuo didn't fall asleep either.

"Ye Che, stop crying."

Ye Che flusteredly wiped the corners of his eyes twice, then shook his head in denial.

Just like that night, after a burst of frantic release, Ji Zinuo also had such a scene.

Back then, Ye Che felt the soft sobs and dull denials of the person beside him in the same way.

"Why are you crying, don't cry."

"..." "Watching a ghost movie, why are you scared now? The reflex arc is too long."

He didn't hear the answer, Ji Zinuo roughly pulled Ye Che into his arms, and rubbed his hair habitually.

That's right, why are you crying... Ye Che smiled wryly, he didn't know, okay, why are you crying?It may be like the ice that has been in the extreme cold for many years, it will start to melt slowly when it is approached by the hot fire.

How could such a beautiful thing belong to the dirty him?Ye Che has always thought so, and he is also fearful and hopeful.

No matter how Ji Zinuo tortured him on the bed and tried every means to humiliate him, he could accept it and endure it. This was the professionalism instilled in him since he was a child.

Even if Ji Zinuo stabbed him to death, strangled him with a rope, or shot him to death in a fit of anger, he would not feel pain, and he would not care about what happened next.

Everyone has a way to make him, an unknown person who disappears and no one cares, be completely forgotten by the world.

But Joey has never taught him, if the master treats him well, as if he is sincere, how to deal with it, and how to distinguish the true from the false.

So whether it's true or not, please, don't come near me.

Ye Che huddled in Ji Zinuo's arms, unlike when he watched the horror movie just now, he really felt scared now.

The author says:

(???-) The beginning of this chapter: It must be that my opening method is wrong? !