to dig boyfriend's grave

But this ghost should not be some evil ghost or something, and his temper looks pretty good.

I hope it's not just looking good...

Lin Jia, who stared dumbly at Big Brother Ghost for a long time, didn't know where to put her nervous hands, seeing the atmosphere getting more and more awkward.

"You...you, are you a ghost?" Lin Jia hesitated and wanted to slap himself in the face after asking. This fucking question is not for nothing. Could this be the legendary awkward chat?

"En." The man held the water glass and passed it forward again, "Let's drink some water first."

"Ah? Oh." Lin Jia who reacted after being stunned quickly took the water glass over, took two sips and then froze again.

its not right?

There's something wrong with this ghost, how can a ghost be so... approachable?Amiable?

Wouldn't this be someone pretending to play him?Is it just to play him so big?

Holding the water glass, Lin Jia rolled her eyes, quickly reached out and grabbed the hand of the man in front of her.

The biting cold hit Lin Jia's hand, and he flicked his hand back in fright.

The man frowned slightly, looked down at his hand, as if he didn't understand why Lin Jia came over to grab his hand suddenly.

Lin Jia retracted her hand, stuffed it behind her back and rubbed it hard, the cold touch felt better.

It is certain that this is indeed a real ghost.

It was silent again, Lin Jia didn't know how to chat with a ghost at all, but it was scary to be so relatively silent all the time, he thought about it a little bit in his heart, swallowed, "You, what's your name?"

It’s always right to ask for your name, right? You have to ask for your name when you meet a ghost, right?

After waiting for a while, the man standing in front of him didn't move or answer him.

This big brother is an English ghost?No, let's start to speak Chinese clearly, why don't you give it a try?

"What's your name?" Lin Jia asked again.

The man still didn't answer, Lin Jia was dumbfounded, how does this trick work?

The man watched Lin Jia drink up the water in the glass before turning around and walking towards the bedroom.

"Shen Jiming." The man halfway turned around and said suddenly to Lin Jia.

"What?" Lin Jia didn't realize it. He drank too much wine tonight, and faced a series of things beyond his ability to bear. His inflexible mind was about to declare a shutdown.

Seeing that Lin Jia was stunned, he thought he hadn't heard clearly, so he opened his mouth to explain, "Ye Zong Zong Xi is clear, take the word "clear."

Only then did Lin Jia realize that the man was saying his own name.

Seeing that Lin Jia seemed to understand, the man turned his head and went to the bedroom.

Holding an empty glass, Lin Jia sat on the sofa in a daze for a while. After being frightened, the drowsy feeling of alcohol suddenly surged up in her head, and she shook her head. Lin Jia struggled to get up from the sofa, staggering He groped into the bedroom, went to the closet and took out a T-shirt and underwear, stood up straight and swept the bedroom around, and Brother Ghost was gone.

Lin Jia moved himself to the bathroom by force of will, stripped off his clothes two or three times, turned on the nozzle and showered with his head up for a while, his eyes darkened, and he was so frightened that he quickly supported the wall in front of him with his hands .

After her eyes regained her clarity, Lin Jia put her head against the wall, closed her eyes, and foamed herself with her hands.

Today I was so happy that I couldn't control drinking too much. He actually has a good capacity for alcohol, but today is different. Today he just wants to get drunk, think about nothing, and don't worry about anything.

He wants to fly.

At the moment when he fell to the ground, Lin Jia actually wanted to struggle, but he failed. Before he lost consciousness, he still wanted to get up from the ground and finish the shower.

Shen Jiming, who was sitting in the bedroom with his eyes closed, heard a noise from the bathroom, and opened his eyes with a frown.

In an instant, his body turned into black smoke, disappeared on the bed and appeared in the bathroom at the same time.

This weird and magical scene is like a special effects movie.

Seeing Lin Jia fainted on the white porcelain floor, Shen Jiming took down the bath towel hanging on the wall, wrapped Lin Jia up, picked her up and walked to the bedroom.

After putting the man on the bed, Shen Jiming checked the young man's head and found no hard lumps or bumps, so he pulled the bath towel off the young man's body and stuffed it under the quilt.

Lin Jia's eyes hurt from the sunlight, he restlessly put his arms over his eyes, turned over and moved on the bed for a long time before rubbing his face unwillingly and getting up.

The first feeling was a headache, and then a stomachache. Looking down, Lin Jia saw a big bruise on the right side of his abdomen. He stretched out his hand and poked it, taking a sharp breath. Last night he saw that he was upset. Beat yourself up?

Lin Jia looked down the blue ribs.

Oh shit?

Where are his clothes?

Some fragments began to flash intermittently in Lin Jia's head.

- don't eat.

- Don't eat, it's fragrant.

-What's your name?

- Shen Jiming.

fuck me?

What the hell did he do last night?

What a ghost.

But depending on the situation, this ghost is definitely not harmful, so what if?

It was a ghost, a... creature he had never encountered before?

Lin Jia pulled out the clothes from the closet irritably, put them on, and walked out of the bedroom. She scanned the living room but did not find Brother Gui. She scratched her head in doubt and saw the sunlight shining into the living room. Brother Gui is a ghost, ghost It should be nocturnal.

Such a big sun is not as idle as that ghost.

Damn it, it's none of his business to shake it or not.

Just don't shake it in front of his eyes.

Lin Jia grinned and went to the toilet to settle his physical needs. After washing, Lin Jia took out all the things in the suitcase. He didn't have many clothes, just a few repeated T-shirts and sweatpants. It was all stuffed into the closet, such a big box was filled with everything except clothes, it was his sweetheart.

Lin Jia carefully laid out the box and took out the things one by one.

All kinds of abstract demons and ghosts...

These are all wood carvings.

Lin Jia University majored in sculpture, and he sculpted these in his spare time. He played for a while when he had nothing to do, which was a way for him to reduce stress.

Lin Jia put the things on the table in the bedroom, pinched her chin and admired them obsessively for a while before picking up the keys and preparing to go downstairs for dinner.

Lin Jia raised her hand to check the time. It was past 11 o'clock, and breakfast was sold out by this time.

He went straight to my aunt's shop yesterday. When I was eating fried rice yesterday, I saw that my aunt's house seemed to sell wonton stew again. He really likes wonton stew.

"Elder sister, a bowl of stewed shrimp meat." Lin Jia entered the store and smiled at the aunt.

There were not many people in the store, except for him, just two little girls sat there and swiped their mobile phones in front of the steaming rice.

"Okay." The aunt readily responded, "Just get up."

"Can you see that too?" Lin Jia found a clean seat and sat down.

The aunt smiled and pouted at Lin Jia's leg, then turned around and went to work.

Lin Jia followed the direction the aunt was looking at, and saw her feet in slippers.

He was too hungry to go out and was in a hurry and forgot to change his shoes. After walking for so long, he didn't realize that everyone along the way must have seen him as a big man wearing a cute little yellow duck slippers...

Lin Jia devoured the shrimp ravioli stew without any leftovers, because he burned his tongue because he ate it too fast. Aunt Qian looked at him and laughed for a long time while pulling his tongue.

Because of the previous landlord's relationship, Lin Jia didn't pack up many daily necessities and had to buy them. Just as he was throwing things into the shopping cart in the supermarket, Ye Fan called.

"Hey, Kako, is the house okay?"

"No problem, I'm fine." Lin Jia put the phone between her ears and freed up her hands to grab things.

"Well, that's good, but if something goes wrong, just tell me. I also discussed it with your sister-in-law today and she's fine."

"Hey, Brother Ye, the house is really fine. Those on the Internet are all rumors and rumors. They are all fake. Even if they are true, they will not be scared to move when they meet me, a Yangzi Kung Fu inheritor." Lin Jia said, "So, Brother Ye, don't worry, and don't say anything to your sister-in-law. She is still pregnant, so don't let her worry about it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then there was a muffled acknowledgment.

Lin Jia smiled and was about to hang up the phone when suddenly a loud and clear female voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Jiazi! Don't worry about any inconvenience. I don't have any complaints. I don't have many people like you in my family, so I just have a pair of bowls and chopsticks. Did you hear that? If you really can't live in your house, you can live in my house. Don’t hold on, you are stubborn and like to fight to the death, don’t hold back, young man.”

This woman is Jiang Tong, Ye Fan's daughter-in-law, with a fierce personality, and Ye Fan is a college classmate, married after graduation, treats him like his own brother, because of this, he can't disturb their lives even more, He has to live in this ghost house, and he has to live in it.

Whatever the fuck, isn't it just a ghost?

Others have never been afraid, but are you still afraid of ghosts?

"Understood, sister-in-law, your voice is still so loud, you wouldn't give birth to a small trumpet." Lin Jia joked.

"Get out, you just gave birth to a small trumpet, and I gave birth to a little fairy." Jiang Tong on the other end of the phone rolled his eyes, "I have time for Ye Fan to bring you to my house for dinner, tell me how long you haven't come gone."

"Okay, I must go." Lin Jia said, "I'm shopping in the supermarket, so let's not chat for now."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jia looked down at her own toes for a while and smiled.

After paying the bill, I returned to the apartment with a big bag of things.

Just entering the door, Lin Jia was taken aback by Shen Jiming who was sitting on the sofa reading a book. He closed his eyes and rubbed his own, and then opened it to find that the man was still on the sofa, but this time he didn't read a book, and was looking at him.

Lin Jia walked over with stiff hands and feet, put the things on the coffee table and looked at the silent man, not knowing what to say.

Is the awkward chat last night going to come back again?

Don't, he was an idiot yesterday, and if he is still an idiot today when he is sober, he will be a real idiot.

The topic should be about interests and hobbies. Lin Jia squinted at the book in the man's hand. Lin Jia's eyes turned sour, but she didn't see what book Shen Jiming was holding.

How do we talk about this?

"What's your name?" Shen Jiming looked at the young man in front of him.

"Ah? What?" Lin Jia was still brainstorming to find a topic in his mind, but he didn't respond, "My name is Lin Jia, Shuangmu Lin, Jia of the commendation."

This ghost is talking to him, so fucking weird.