My dead ghost husband is still alive

It was afternoon again, but the sun in the sky was still very big.

The high school day students walked out of the school gate in a mighty way. Zhou An and Wang Shuo, who rode together for a certain distance every day, had a rare ride today because Zhong Lin's home was also in the South Street area.

"Where are you going?" Wang Shuo asked curiously, "Do you want to visit my house?"

"No." Zhou An also often went to Wang Shuo's house to play, because Wang Shuo's house was big and fun, and there were all kinds of entertainment facilities: "I went to collect pictures, and I haven't photographed anything for a long time." A trip home.

"Okay." Wang Shuo also saw the camera in Zhou An's schoolbag. He knew that Zhou An didn't like being disturbed when he was taking pictures, so he didn't propose to go with him: "Then be careful, I'm going home .”

"Okay." Zhou An waved to him, "I'll bring you Liu Ji's wife cake tomorrow." Wang Shuo loved it very much.

"Okay!" Wang Shuo kicked his legs and rode far away.

Next, Zhou An searched around by himself, and as he got deeper and deeper, he found an old residential building.Didn't the Zhong family have a good family background?Three or four years ago, they still lived in this kind of old houses with five floors or less.

And it seems that they are about to be demolished, and not many residents continue to stay.

Zhou An parked his bicycle in the narrow downstairs path, opened his schoolbag, took out the camera inside, and hung it around his neck.

The information here may be useful, he stood outside and took a picture of the whole building.

Looking at the dusty old building in the photo, it looks like it is in danger and its life span is not long.

Zhou An moved his eyes away, and waved away the inexplicable grief from his heart.

He stepped up the narrow stairs and walked up to the third floor. The door of one of the households was open, and the inside was empty. It seemed that demolition was really going to happen.

The other closed door was still that kind of wooden door, and its original color could no longer be seen.

But Zhou An felt that even three or four years ago, this sect was not new.

He reached out to touch it, and the lock was a little loose, but it was still quite firm, and it was impossible to break in with external force alone.

After standing there for a while, Zhou An let go of his feet, bent down and lifted the old floor mat.

Just out of luck, I didn't expect that there was a key under the floor mat...

"..." Zhou An picked up the key, opened the door...and walked in with a bit of conscience.Probably this was the only time in his life that he broke into a house illegally...

"Zhong Lin." He entered the room and called Zhong Lin's name.

At the same time, the eyes looked around, and the first thing they saw was a small living room, where the light was very weak, because the windows were covered with thick curtains.

You can see the dust on the ground and on the table, what surprised Zhou An was that everything in the house had not been cleaned up, as if they left in a hurry and gave up the house temporarily.

Zhou An saw that there were two sets of uncleaned bowls and chopsticks on the table, and half of the trash was still in the trash can, all of which were blackened and could not be seen from their original appearance.

This living room is like this, Zhou An raised his camera and took a picture.

The light is not good, and the effect of the shooting is gloomy and inexplicably scary.

"Huh..." Zhou An exhaled lightly, feeling his palms were a little sweaty.He put the camera down and continued to look elsewhere.

The condition of the kitchen and bathroom is similar to that of the living room, and it feels very life-like.

Exiting the bathroom and walking down the narrow and short aisle, Zhou An smelled the familiar smell of rust. He was suffocated, feeling palpitations, and a sense of relief that finally came.

"..." Zhou An walked forward along the smell of rust, and came to a room with the door ajar.

Raising his hand, he slowly pushed open the wooden door, and the stale breath rushed towards his face with cool water vapor, controlling Zhou An's heartbeat.

The inside of the house is not particularly dark, and there is a small window that provides enough light for this small room.

Zhou An saw a single bed with a desk opposite and a wooden wardrobe next to it.

There is a small vertical bookshelf with many books on it...the only exposed wall has a world map on it.

"..." Zhou An thought silently in his heart, this person is really not simple, he has the whole world in his heart.

Of course it was just a joke, he restrained himself, raised his camera and took a picture of the room.

"Hello, I'm coming in..." Zhou An knocked on the door with his fingers, and after a long time of mental preparation, he finally stepped into Zhong Lin's room.

After entering, the pores of his whole body were shrinking, and he knew very clearly that he was in the same room with that person now, and they stayed in the same space.

"..." This made a former atheist at a loss. He stood in the middle of the room and didn't know what to do: "I brought you here, this is your home, right?" His mood was not stable: "You Do you want to go home? Then I will bring you here now."

Zhou An raised his hand, untied the chain around his neck with both hands, and placed it on Zhong Lin's desk.

It was a log desk covered with glass. When putting the chain on, Zhou An saw a photo in the middle.

It's a solo shot in a high school uniform.

Zhou An took a deep breath and sat down on the chair.

I didn't speak for a long time.

"Are you here, right?" He glanced at the photo for a few moments, but he didn't fully face it, he couldn't stare at it: "That's all I can do, if you... have nothing else If you ask, I'll go back."

Zhou An was still afraid that he would come to him: "Please don't come to me again in the future."

He tried to stand up after speaking, but found that he couldn't move at all.

The palms on the back of the chair gradually clenched into fists, and the chin involuntarily lifted up, in order to avoid the chill spreading up the neck.

It was like being face to face with him, he was looking at himself.

"Zhong Lin..." Zhou An fluttered his eyelashes in a panic, remained motionless, and opened and closed his lips helplessly because of fear.

A touch of coolness touched his lips, and he closed his eyes reflexively, truly feeling the sticky wetness, from shallow to deep temptation, touching his lips one after another.

At that moment, he was stunned, with only one feeling, creepy.

I don't know how long it took, Zhou An turned his head away with all his strength, stood up and stumbling out the door.

He still had that creepy feeling of being stirred... sucked... in his mouth, and after running downstairs, he quickly got on his bicycle and fled home desperately.

After returning, Zhou An immediately ran to the bathroom and rinsed his mouth.

After rinsing until tears came out, he thought to himself, why didn't he kiss his lips when he did that kind of thing yesterday, but today he did.

If it was the last contact before saying goodbye, he accepted...

Because it has already happened, there is no way to refuse.

Zhou An is not a particularly courageous person. He will keep some things in his heart repeatedly, making his fear deeper and deeper.

For example, what happened in the bathroom last night made him afraid of the bathroom, and he didn't dare to step in to take a bath.

"..." The same goes for the kitchen, because there is water in it, and you have to touch the water when cooking.

He was slumped in the living room, neither cooking nor studying.And the nerves were tense for a day, and I was very tired.

At the beginning of eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou An, who was lying on the sofa and accidentally fell asleep, made a gurgling sound in his stomach.He woke up hungry, looked around sleepily, and then looked at his phone.

There is a missed call from Wang Shuo and a text message.

--returned home?Don't forget to bring me wife cake tomorrow.

Zhou An replied to Wang Shuo's text message: "Understood, I'll cook." He put down his phone, got up from the sofa, and went to the kitchen to make himself a bowl of noodles.

By the way, I brought my schoolbag over, and quickly ate my noodles while doing my homework.

Brushing up questions is like a machine, you don’t need to use your brain to think at all...Of course this is a joke, if you change your brain, it won’t have this effect.

——Are you going to cook now?

——Eating noodles, by the way, do your homework, have you done your homework yet?

——Oh, I hate homework, I'm going to write it now.

Zhou An cleaned up the dishes, took them into the kitchen, washed them, put them in the disinfection cupboard, and put them in for disinfection together with the ones washed two days ago.

After coming out of the living room and writing hard for half an hour, finally there is no homework to write, and the lectures to be taught tomorrow have all been previewed in advance, and it seems that there is nothing else to do except take a bath.

"..." Zhou An glanced in the direction of the bathroom and propped his chin.

After another 5 minutes or so, he stood up and went to the bedroom to get his pajamas and underwear.Then bit the bullet and went into the bathroom.

Turn on all the lights and turn on the extractor fan to make the house hum.

Zhou An glanced at the bathtub, but didn't go over.He took off his clothes and went under the shower to choose a shower.

A stream of warm water poured down from the top of his head, soaking his soft hair.

Zhou An raised his hand to grab it, and felt that his hair had grown long again. He had to find a time to go to the barber shop to cut it short, otherwise he would be scolded when his mother came back.

He closed his eyes and wiped some shampoo on his hair, and soon white foam was washed down from him by the water.

One by one, sticking to the white skin, they streaked across the shoulder blades and waist, and then sank into the depths...and flowed into the sewer.

Zhou An's straight and slender legs are the envy of many girls.

In the school sports meeting this year, I wore shorts once, participated in a relay race on the field, and was firmly remembered.

It was also the time when Zhou An received the most confessions from girls. There were girls in the same class, other classes, and even senior senior sisters. Because of this, Wang Shuo teased Zhou An for a summer vacation, saying that Zhou An had the potential to kill thousands of people. ...

In fact, Zhou An just didn't get the hang of it yet. He told all the girls who confessed that he had to concentrate on preparing for the exam and didn't plan to fall in love in high school.

An emotionally retarded nerd, this is what most girls think of Zhou An.

Maybe it's not dull, it's just that I don't know what it's like to like someone...

He rinsed off the bubbles on his head, propped his hand against the opposite wall, and wiped himself with shower gel with the other hand.

The hand stopped moving... Zhou An turned his head and looked around sensitively: "... Zhong Lin?" He tentatively asked.

The sound of dripping water covered up another sound of dripping water, and the touch from the tip of the bare shoulder confirmed his guess... Zhou An turned his head to look at his shoulder being kissed, and let out a short cry of surprise.