to dig boyfriend's grave

In the dark hut with many white banners hanging, a body was lying on the stone bed in the center.

The white-haired old man sitting next to him was dozing off when suddenly a gust of cool wind blew in, waking him up.

"Yo?" Xu Changping opened his eyes, looking at the black shadow that floated in at some point. "Come back, why don't you stay with your little lover for a while."

"How can we keep him from knowing?" Shen Jiming suddenly said without thinking.

"What?" Xu Changping asked, "What don't you know?"

"I remember everything." Shen Jiming said, "Is there any way to prevent him from remembering?"

After the old man realized what he said, he clicked his tongue in disdain, "You remember it, and it's not far from him remembering it. If you knew this, why did you do it in the first place? Besides, it belongs to him, so what do you do?" Can I take it away?"

"Okay, I won't let your corpse stay with me for long, so hurry up and get ready." Xu Changping said again.

"Okay." Shen Jiming nodded, sitting aside and slowly thinking, no matter what, he will definitely seal Lin Jia's memory.

Lin Jia covered the man behind him nervously and walked to the lounge.

"After the filming of these few scenes, you will officially finish filming in this crew." Ye Fan muttered next to him, "I will apologize to the director later for delaying him for so long."

"En." Lin Jia nodded and pushed the man behind him into the lounge, turned around and dragged Ye Fan in, and finally closed the door.

"Why are you so nervous?" Ye Fan sat on the sofa. "Even if he is dressed like this, you can tell others that he is from the crew next door."

Lin Jia didn't speak, and pushed the man to sit on the sofa, and then poured himself a glass of water. He didn't know what he was thinking, and his face was a little ugly.

"Okay, why are you still sitting here? Hurry up and go to filming." Ye Fan pushed him, "I'll see, hurry up."

Lin Jia nodded. Just as she stood up, the man grabbed her hand.

"Ajia." The man followed him and stood up.

Lin Jia took a deep breath, and suddenly couldn't suppress the fire in her heart.

A man's eyes are always looking at another person through him, and this man has exactly the same face as Shen Jiming. He knows that the Ajia mentioned by the man may be him in the previous life, but he is not him in the previous life, and he is now. It's him.

The string of tongue twisters here made Lin Jia a little dizzy.

He is not his idea, which makes him feel a little hypocritical, but Lin Jia just got into this dead end, and he is worried that Shen Jiming likes him now because of him in his previous life.

Ever since he entered the tomb and saw this strange but familiar man, he had been thinking about this question in his mind.

"What's wrong?" Ye Fan watched him standing still, stepped forward and shook his hand in front of his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"Ajia." The man also called out again.

Lin Jia came back to her senses, frowned and glared at the man, then shook off his hand, and suddenly couldn't control herself, "I'm not A Jia, shut up the fuck!"

The man seemed to be frightened, his expression froze, and he let go of his hand.

Ye Fan was next to Monk Zhang Er, who was puzzled, "Hey, you're an unknown fire, did you eat di|lei buns in the morning?"

"Let's go." Lin Jia walked out with a sullen face. He knew that his bout of anger was inexplicable, but he didn't want to be someone's stand-in for no apparent reason. It was disgusting enough.

Lin Jia calmed down as he walked forward. After walking for half a month, the director was able to withstand the pressure and look at the face of the past and did not replace him. He was very grateful in his heart.

"You're back, too!" The director, who was resting on the sidelines, watched him approach, and yelled at him with a loudspeaker, "You still know how to come back!"

Huang Shanhai at the side saw him and hurried over. "Why did you live in the hospital for so long? Are you feeling better?"

"It's much better." Lin Jia replied simply with a smile.

"I'm going to make a movie, and I invite you to be the leading actor!" Huang Shanhai lightly threw a bomb, which blasted Lin Jia's brain into golden flowers.

This piece of golden flowers kept flashing in his head, and when he finished filming the last scene and officially wrapped it up, he still hadn't recovered.

"There's something wrong with you here." Ye Fan waved his hand in front of his eyes.

"Brother Huang told me that he wants to invite me to make a movie." Lin Jia was in a daze.

"Good thing! Then you still look like you are dead and not buried?" Ye Fan handed him a bottle of water on the table.

"Play the male lead." Lin Jia poured a big mouthful of water.

This made Ye Fan stunned and started to be in a trance, did he hear correctly?

"Why didn't he shout anymore?" Lin Jia stuffed the water bottle into Ye Fan's arms, walked around him, and looked at the silent man sitting on the sofa.

"Huh?" Ye Fan turned his head and glanced at the man. "Right? Why didn't you call out all of a sudden?"

"Hey!" Lin Jia reached out and pushed the man's shoulder. "What's wrong?"

The man sat on the sofa with his eyes open, his eyes didn't move, and he didn't breathe, like a simulated doll. He just let out a suppressed cooing sound from his throat, which made Lin Jia feel that something was wrong.

"What's the matter!" Lin Jia was a little anxious, grabbed the man's arm and shook it, "Speak?"

The man seemed to be struggling, he raised a hand with great difficulty, and firmly grasped Lin Jia's hand, his eyes were full of strong and desperate emotions, "Ajia..."

"What... what's wrong?" Ye Fan was stunned beside him.

Lin Jia's hands trembled a little, the man's body obviously began to become transparent, why did it suddenly become like this, why is this soul disappearing before Shen Jiming comes back?

The man was holding his hand tighter and tighter. Lin Jia was in pain from his pinch. She wanted to retract her hand a few times, but finally held back. He held the man's hand instead, trying to look relaxed. Looking at the man, his voice seemed to be blocked, "What's wrong?"

The man realized something, his eyes were red as if he was about to bleed, his hands were gripping more and more tightly, a smile appeared on his expressionless face, "Ajia..."

Lin Jia's pupils tightened rapidly, and he could feel his tensed nerves, as if his soul was being stabbed everywhere.

Ye Fan came over and pulled up his wrist that was hanging on the side, looking at the row of clear and deep black and blue fingerprints left on his white wrist with a complicated expression, "This strength..."

Ye Fan paused for a while, seeing that Lin Jia didn't say a word, he was a little worried, and put his arm around him, pretending to be relaxed, "I guess he was summoned back by that old man."

"I don't know." Lin Jia's voice was hoarse.

"Your voice becomes hoarse in a hurry, when will it heal?" Ye Fan said, "Didn't you tell me that this man is one of Shen Jiming's souls? Is Shen Jiming back?"

"I'll go back first." After Lin Jia finished speaking, she stood up in a hurry, and walked out the door without looking at Ye Fan, "Take care of the crew here."

After Lin Jia took a taxi and arrived home, the elevator didn't wait, and he ran all the way upstairs. When he reached the door, his beating heart calmed down. He was suddenly a little afraid that when he opened the door, what he saw was not what he wanted to see. scene.

Lin Jia approached the door slowly, even as if he was not moving. The key was in his back pocket, and he didn't reach for it. The violent chest heaving and the expression on his face that was so calm and somewhat indifferent formed a strong contrast.

He raised his hand bluntly and with difficulty, as if he was pressing down on a huge mountain so that he dared not knock it down.

just in case.

Nothing happens.

After two crisp sounds, there was no sound in the entire corridor, and even Lin Jia couldn't hear her own breathing.

He stopped breathing and looked at the unresponsive door in front of him, his eyes turned red in an instant, and his head slowly lowered, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked out of his bones in an instant.

Shen Jiming hasn't come back yet, but he lost that man.

"Click", suddenly came from in front of him.

Lin Jia raised her head stiffly, her eyes full of disbelief.

The man who came out of the door was wearing an ancient black robe, tall and slender, looking at him with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Lin Jia." Shen Jiming called out to him.

His eyes widened in shock. The moment the man came out, he thought it was the man who called him Ajia, but the man with long hair called out the name Lin Jia.

This is Shen Jiming!

The moment Lin Jia wanted to understand, he was embraced into a broad and warm embrace.

The author has something to say:

[-] more tomorrow, isn't it just a few words?is it a lot?Like who knows how to fight, hmph, isn't twenty to thirty thousand very simple?Can you write it in minutes?It’s tens of thousands a day casually. With a wave of my magic wand, I can get as much as I want. I’m sorry, I’m pretending, I can’t write a thousand.

(ps, there is still a chapter tonight, I guess I have to drive.)