to dig boyfriend's grave

There must have been a cut on the head, and the blood flowed along the head into Lin Jia's eyes, which were a patch of red.

Can't see people clearly.

Blinking his eyes, he saw the black shadow that suddenly appeared in the sky.

What luck.

It's Mr. Shen.

"Damn it, you bastard." Seeing the kid on him fall down, the fat man wiped the blood from his face and stood up staggeringly, "I'm fucking your mother." As soon as he stood still, he faced the ground Lin Jia kicked over.

Before he kicked the target person, the fat man felt himself flying out, and was thrown hard against the wall in the next second.

Lin Jia lay on the ground and squinted to watch the fat man being smashed against the wall. The flesh of his whole body heaved up and down a few times, and then his head was stuffy on the ground, and he passed out immediately.

He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, if Lin Jia really wanted to stand up and applaud when his eyes were darkened, Mr. Shen would be mighty.

The remaining dozen or so people looked at the man in black floating in mid-air, all staring blankly and speechless.

The man didn't have any whites in his eyes, and his blood-red eyes looked gloomy in broad daylight, not to mention the way the man looked at them.

The red hair was holding the wine bottle, trembling with two slender legs, unable to stand still, watching helplessly as the man fell and walked towards this side.

Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia who was lying on the ground, the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance.

Squatting down and carefully hugging Lin Jia, looking at the big gash on Lin Jia's head and the blood on his body, he looked down at Lin Jia who was half-opening his eyes in his arms, "How is it?"

"It's okay." Lin Jia raised her eyelids, "I'm just a little dizzy."

"En." Shen Jiming raised his eyes and glanced at the people opposite him, then turned around and left with Lin Jia in his arms.

The remaining group of people were obviously relieved. This man who didn't know if he was a man or a ghost looked at them as if he was looking at a dead person, which made people sweat from the bottom of their hearts.

Before they put back their suspended hearts, the man not far away suddenly turned his head, smiled at them strangely, and then disappeared into black smoke with the young man in his arms.

A group of people felt chills in their hearts, and then felt something digging in their brains. The painful and itchy feeling prompted them to smash their heads against the wall.

One after another, until he knocked himself unconscious.

"Why are you here?" Lin Jia endured the dull pain in his head and looked around. It was his rented house. "Aren't you going to the hospital?"

Shen Jiaming didn't reply, he carefully put Lin Jia on the bed and asked with a frown, "Who are those people?"

"A group of psychopaths." Lin Jia frowned and felt the wound on his back. It must have been beaten into a splashed ink oil painting. It was all swollen. The injury was not serious. When he was beaten, he couldn't feel it. Now it hurts. He wanted to cut off all the flesh on his back and throw it as far as he could.

Damn, it hurts so much.

Just as he was about to struggle to turn over and relieve the pain on his back, Shen Jiming held him down. Lin Jia cried, "Brother, I'm dying of pain, do you have a mobile phone? Lend me to use it. I have to go to the hospital."

"No need to go to the hospital." Shen Jiming put his hand on Lin Jia's forehead, "Go to sleep."

Lin Jiagang thought about the crackling pain all over his body, like setting off firecrackers, his flesh was throbbing and hurting, how could he fall asleep.

But the strange thing is that in the next second, he seems to have thrown his mind into outer space.

Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia who had fallen asleep, and first stretched out his hand to take off his tattered clothes.

There is no injury on the front, but there is a big bruise on the belly.

Shen Jiming stretched out his hand and shook it above the wound, then turned Lin Jia over.

The injury on his back was wonderful, Shen Jiming squeezed his fist, sighed and touched Lin Jia's back.

He is now very glad that he put a breath on Lin Jia last time, in case he hadn't arrived just now... Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia who was covered in blood, his heart stopped for a moment, and then followed full of anger.

Looking at the locks of hair that were tangled together due to blood clots on Lin Jia's head, something flashed through his mind.

Very vague.

heavy rain.

He hugged the bloodied boy.

The corner of the boy's mouth curled up triumphantly.

And the eyes that close at the end.

Shen Jiming opened his eyes abruptly, took two deep breaths and slowed down for a while.

Staring at Lin Jia lying on the bed, he went to the toilet to get a basin of warm water and wiped the dirt on Lin Jia's body.

After wiping, he wrapped himself in the quilt, turned around and left the room to sit in the living room.

"Hey, you ran so fast from me just because of this kid?" Suddenly a small figure appeared on the sofa, with a wrinkled face, a long white beard, and a stooped back, "Who is this kid?" ? Why haven't I seen it?"

"Do you remember that I told you that I can remember the past?" Shen Jiming said in a low voice, "It's because of him, I remember him."

"...It's strange." The old man smacked his lips, "You don't remember anything but you remember this kid, it seems that he is your little lover?"

Shen Jiming frowned and did not refute.

"Hey, it's true." The old man smiled wretchedly when he saw this, "Then I'll go first, don't bother me."

Lin Jia slept comfortably this time, as if her computer had crashed and she had nothing in her mind.

empty.

A piece of white.

Inexplicably, he opened his eyes and woke up. Looking at the ceiling above, he blinked for a long time without waking up.

who am I?

where am I?

Just as I was about to answer a question, I saw a figure swaying towards the door.

It was like a ghost, and there was no sound at all.

Oh, come to think of it, this is really a ghost.

After Lin Jia found her head, she quickly reached into the quilt and touched herself... was she stripped off?

But the flesh on his body didn't hurt at all. He pinched his back with his backhand, and sure enough, he didn't feel any injuries.

"How do you feel?" Shen Jiming came over and asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"...It feels good." Lin Jia smiled and patted his chest, "It's great."

"Well, as long as it's okay." Shen Jiming laughed, "Are you hungry? Want something to eat."

Lin Jia felt a little hungry after touching his stomach, but he didn't have much appetite. "Not very hungry."

Shen Jiming stepped forward and put his finger on Lin Jia's forehead and flicked it, "I cooked some porridge, let's eat some when we get up."

"Yo, do you know how to cook?" Lin Jia reached out and brought over the clean clothes placed beside the bed, and after waiting for a while, Shen Jiming didn't turn his head.

Even though they are all men, I am not ashamed, but he is completely naked and dressed like no one else, it is always a bit embarrassing.

"Hey..." Facing Shen Jiming's firm eyes, Lin Jiamao wrapped herself in the quilt with her clothes on her back.

Fumbling and stuffing herself into the clothes, Lin Jia was sweating profusely, panting and felt like she had done a whole set of radio gymnastics.

As soon as the quilt was lifted, it was discovered that Shen Ji had left tomorrow morning.

Lin Jia stared and felt that her brain began to hurt again.