to dig boyfriend's grave

"Is your guy okay?" Ye Fan started the car and glanced at him with his head tilted.

"What's the problem?" Lin Jia said, "He doesn't know anything, he's just mentally retarded."

Ye Fan smiled, "Then when will he not be mentally retarded? Could it be that he has been mentally retarded forever?"

"I don't know." Lin Jia lowered her head and looked at her palm, "The old man didn't tell me this. He took Shen Jiming's body away."

"It's okay!" Ye Fan patted his shoulder with one free hand, "I will come back to life."

Lin Jia didn't speak, and turned to look at the rows of street lights flashing by outside the car window, feeling uncertain.

Even the old man didn't tell him that he was sure that he would come back to life, he just said to try, and no one knew what the result of this try would be.

"You go up first, there is still a mentally handicapped waiting for you at home." Ye Fan smiled, "Have a good rest, I have to film tomorrow, after filming, I will wrap it up."

"Okay." Lin Jia nodded.

"Ajia...Ajia..."

As soon as Lin Jia opened the door, he heard the man shouting non-stop. As soon as he entered the house, the man rushed over when he saw him coming back. He was so scared that he stepped back quickly, but he was still hugged by the man. with a full heart.

"You, let me go!" Lin Jia frowned and pulled the man's hand, "Hurry up!"

"Ajia..." The man hugged him even tighter, his mouth seemed to be anxious, and his words were a little vague, as if forced out. "Don't go...you don't go."

"Don't go, don't go." Lin Jia raised her arm and patted his back stiffly, "Relax first, I'm out of breath."

The man let go of the hug for a while, but his hands were still holding his arm tightly.

Lin Jia had no choice but to move towards the sofa as if dragging a large doll, "Big brother, can you let me go? You are very heavy, do you know?"

"Ajia, Ajia." The man shouted in a low voice as if he didn't hear him.

Lin Jia felt a little irritable when she was called out, and even got a little angry.

He knows who the Ajia the man is calling, but he doesn't have any memories, but this man who doesn't know anything has it, and maybe Shen Jiming has it too.

But he didn't.

He didn't.

The man in front of him was a stranger to him, and so was the Ajia in the man's mouth.

All these made him feel uneasy, he didn't know if he had lost the memory that belonged to him, or if Shen Jiming simply recognized the wrong person.

Lin Jia lay back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with his eyes wide open. Once he calmed down, his mind would be completely clear.

A lingering ghost like a ghost occupied his mind.

Isn't it a ghost?

Lin Jia blinked at this thought, and smiled softly.

"Ajia..."

"My name is Lin Jia." Lin Jia turned her head and looked at the man seriously.

A trace of hesitation flashed in the man's eyes, he was dull for a moment, and opened his mouth, but there was a cooing sound in his throat, as if he was suddenly unable to speak, and he could only utter the monosyllable "ahhhh".

"Can't talk?" Lin Jia sat up, "Didn't you just talk?"

"Ajia..." The man found that he couldn't make other sounds, and continued to shout persistently in a low voice, his eyes were all on him.

"Alas..." Lin Jia stared at him for a while, then lay back down again, and let out a long sigh with her eyes closed. "Why hasn't Shen Jiming come back..."

What Lin Jia didn't see was that after he finished speaking, a white light radiated from the center of his forehead.

He thought about it in a daze, and fell asleep on the sofa.

After Lin Jia fell asleep, the man who had been sitting next to him and shouting in a low voice suddenly stopped talking.

His eyes were not as chaotic as before, the man suddenly reached out and brushed the hair on Lin Jia's forehead, and looked at the sleeping Lin Jia with almost greedy eyes.

Shen Jiming quietly listened to Lin Jiaqing's shallow breathing, and his frowning brows relaxed a lot.

When he vaguely knew that the old man was going to take Lin Jia to find his tomb, he wished he could jump out of the jade and strangle the old man to death.

If it wasn't for the scattered soul in the tomb that accidentally became conscious and took control of the entire tomb, Lin Jia, including the old man, would have died of old age in that tomb.

The old man must know that he was accidentally sucked into that piece of jade, so he was so unscrupulous and confident.

The weather was getting colder, Shen Jiming watched Lin Jia shrunk himself into a ball in a daze because of the cold wind blowing from the window, he smiled, picked him up carefully, and walked towards the bedroom.

After putting the person in place, he picked up the small sheet next to it and covered it lightly,

Shen Jiming was staring at the person on the bed looking at Qi Jin, when suddenly blackness flashed in front of his eyes, he swayed, bent over to support the bed, suddenly remembered something, and smiled helplessly.

He had no choice but to stand still for a while, and when his eyes were clear, he seized the time to lower his head and lick Lin Jia's mouth before falling down in satisfaction.

Lin Jia woke up rubbing his head in the morning, it was still dark outside, he suddenly saw the tall black figure standing by the bed, he was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

After seeing it clearly, I realized that it was the long-haired version of Shen Jiming.

"Crazy." Lin Jia muttered and got out of bed, strolled to the toilet, turned her head, and found that the man was following him step by step, like a dog's skin plaster.

"Ajia..." the man called out.

"What are you doing?" Lin Jia frowned unhappily, "You want to go to the bathroom?"

"Ajia..." The man kept shouting in low voices one after another.

"Hey!" Lin Jia yelled, "Your uncle, you have been yelling all night, and you still want to yell in the morning?"

"Ajia..."

Lin Jia looked at him, clicked his tongue, turned around and went into the toilet, and shut the man out.

When Ye Fan called, he was standing at the door picking up the dog skin plaster stuck to his body.

"Hello, Brother Ye." Lin Jia was having a hard time taking out the phone.

"Why haven't you come down yet?" Ye Fan said, "I'll wait downstairs for you, I bought you breakfast, come down quickly."

"I can't get down!" Lin Jia held the phone between her ears and shoulders, desperately pawing at the man stuck to her body. "This mentally handicapped man insists on walking with me! He can't even pull it off."

"Then you take it with you!" Ye Fan said, "Okay, don't babble, time is running out, come down quickly, hang up."

Lin Jia slapped the man on the back angrily, pulled the man's arm with a cold face and walked forward. "Neuropathy……"

This psycho is dressed like this, and his hair is so long that he looks like a fairy. If he takes people to the set, he will definitely be treated like a monkey.

The author has something to say:

Hehehe~

Caring for the mentally handicapped is everyone's responsibility.