After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Zhang Yan slammed the bathroom door: "Fang Qian!"

"Ah!" Fang Qian exclaimed, and quickly sank into the water, his exposed face was as red as a boiled shrimp: "What's the matter?"

The bathroom door opened a small crack, and Zhang Yan poked his head in: "Can you do it yourself? Would it be inconvenient?"

Fang Qian quickly waved with his good hand: "I can do it myself."

Zhang Yan stared at him, and suddenly burst out laughing: "Why are you so nervous, you are not a big girl." After speaking, he closed the door and walked away.

Hearing the sound of footsteps outside the door going away, Fang Qian breathed a sigh of relief. He touched his right shoulder. There was a three-to-four-centimeter gash yesterday, but today it is as smooth as ever. This abnormal healing speed is all the time. No longer reminding him that this body is no longer "normal".

He rubbed it casually a few times, then ended hastily, and stepped out of the bathtub.Brushing hair absent-mindedly in front of the mirror.

After wiping, Zhang Yan's words during the day "You seem to be different" suddenly rang in his ears.

Is it really different?

He stopped and stared at himself in the mirror, looked left and right, his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth seemed to have remained the same, but they were really strange.

This face... Will it gradually become the same as He Lanjue?

Some media will probably publish a long and voluminous press release claiming that he has undergone plastic surgery, right?For some reason, the first thought that popped into my mind was the most insignificant thing.

Immediately afterwards, he thought of Zhang Yan again.Sooner or later he would find out everything, what would he think?In his heart, he or He Lanjue, which one is the favorite?

He couldn't think of the answer, and he didn't dare to think about it.

What is the difference between him now and a prisoner who has been sentenced to death?Counting the days to die, fear, denial and numbness.

A sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts, Zhang Yan knocked on the door: "Fang Qian, you haven't washed yet?"

"It's washed."

Zhang Yan opened the door and walked in, staring at his eyes suddenly: "Why are your eyes so red? Have you ever cried?"

"No way." Fang Qian looked away hastily, "I've been tired recently."

Zhang Yan came over and took the towel in his hand, and helped him wipe his hair: "You, don't hide everything in your heart, others are not roundworms in your stomach, how can you know what you are thinking? If you are sad and want my comfort, just say it..."

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qian burst into a "puchi" laugh.

"What are you laughing laughing!"

Fang Qian looked at him from the mirror with a smile: "Why are you acting like a bosom brother?"

"Aren't I?" Zhang Yan's men didn't stop, "Come on, call brother to listen."

Fang Qian rolled his eyes: "It's a beautiful idea." It's impossible to be called brother, and it's impossible to be called brother in this life.

Considering his injury, the company gave him a long vacation, but Fang Qian hoped that he could be busy. Leisure always forces people to think, and thinking, without exception, is always painful.

That night, Fang Qian sat alone on the balcony for a long time, and suddenly faced the moon and sighed long.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Yan put a coat on him from behind, and touched Fang Qian's hand, only to feel a piece of ice cold, like frost on an autumn morning, "Why is it so cold?"

"It's nothing." Fang Qian squeezed his hand, "Will you sit with me?"

"Okay." Zhang Yan sat down next to him, the two of them looked at the moon together, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was inexplicably dull, after a while, Zhang Yan suddenly said: "Today the moon is really round and bright."

"Really?" Fang Qian also raised his head, "But I feel that the moonlight is horribly white and cold as ice, like the skin of a dead man.

Zhang Yan ducked aside: "It's not as scary as what you said."

Fang Qian squeezed his hand tighter: "Zhang Yan, where do you think people go after death?"

"Why do you say this?" Zhang Yan gave him a strange look.

"I'm just curious. Since there are demons and ghosts, why can't there be hells?"

"I don't know if there is a hell or not. I heard from Yin An and the others that after death, the soul will enter reincarnation soon. Those who cannot enter reincarnation will probably be wiped out."

"If there is a next life, do you still want to be with me?"

"Of course." Zhang Yan said without thinking.

Fang Qian's breathing trembled, Zhang Yan's no hesitation was like a straight punch, hitting the bottom of his heart, he turned his head secretly, and looked at him holding his breath.

The lights on the balcony were not turned on, and the only source of light in the world was the moon and human lights far and near. The hustle and bustle and human words were far away, and the silence was like a screen, separating the two of them from the outside world.

In this silence, Fang Qian heard his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, "thud-thump-thump", chattering in his chest.

Zhang Yan seemed unaware of his gaze, he still looked up at the moon, leaving only his handsome side face as sharp as a knife.

"Me too."

After a long time, maybe only a few seconds, Fang Qian heard himself say this.

If possible, if God allows, he will be with him in the next life, the next life, past, present and future.

But this is just a wish after all.

After a while, dark clouds drifted over, the moon was covered by the dark clouds, and the night wind picked up. Zhang Yan was afraid that Fang Qian would catch a cold, so he pulled him into the house.

They didn't see that there were other ominous things that came with the dark clouds.

Zhang Yan dreamed about the scene from his previous life again.Since He Lanjue left, he rarely dreamed of Yan Qing.In the dream, he was still walking in that deep and dark cave, but this time, he did not see the pure white boy in the cave.

He swam through the water and searched every corner of the cave inch by inch, but Qing Jue was still nowhere to be seen.

Just when he was sweating profusely, the scene changed, and the cave became Fang Qian's home.He seemed to be preparing lunch, but when he turned around, the young man who was supposed to be sitting at the dining table and looking forward to it disappeared.

"Fang Qian." He called out, but no one answered.

"Fang Qian!" He yelled again, but there was still silence in response. Zhang Yan panicked for a while, put down the kitchen knife in his hand, and looked for the young man everywhere.

There is no sign of him in the living room, bedroom, study, cloakroom. Fang Qian's home has turned into a cold, empty house, and then alienated into a vast and boundless wilderness. The blood-colored sky, blood-colored earth, and blood-colored river extend to infinity. far away.

In this wilderness, he ran as hard as he could, calling his lover's name continuously, until a soft whisper in his ear pulled him back to reality.

"Zhang Yan, Zhang Yan! Wake up."

Fang Qian pressed his left hand firmly on his vest, and kissed his forehead, bridge of nose and lips with moist and warm lips until he finally stopped trembling.

"Fang Qian?" Zhang Yan's absent-minded eyes focused on the face of the person in front of him, meeting him.

The long night outside the window is endless, and there is only a dim night light in the room. The young man's eyes are dark and smooth, and his eyes are like a long quiet river. of fireflies.

Zhang Yan heard him ask in a low and gentle voice: "I'm here. What's wrong with you?"

"Had a nightmare."

Fang Qian stretched out a hand, pushed his sweaty bangs aside, and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with his fingertips: "What nightmare? Tell me, as long as the nightmare is told, it will surely It won't come true."

Zhang Yan breathed a long sigh of relief before saying, "...I dreamed that you disappeared."

Fang Qian's eyes trembled slightly, he couldn't tell whether it was surprise or something else: "It's gone?"

"Well, I can't find you anywhere."

"How could it be?" Fang Qian curled his lips, "I'm not here properly?"

"Yeah..." Zhang Yan also laughed, why did he become the kind of person who would worry about nothing?

After laughing, he asked again: "What time is it?"

Fang Qian looked at the alarm clock beside the bed: "It's four o'clock soon."

Zhang Yan looked a little guilty: "Did I wake you up?"

"It's okay, go to sleep, it's still early in the morning." Fang Qian got up and turned off the night light again, and the room fell into silence again.

The two lay down side by side without closing their eyes.After a while, Fang Qian suddenly felt Zhang Yan approaching him, with one hand tightly wrapped around his waist.

"Let me hold you for a while," he said.Warm breath fell on the side of his neck, and the touch of sweaty hair.

Fang Qian didn't answer, but just covered Zhang Yan's hand with his hand.