My dead ghost husband is still alive

Black, white and gray dreams, few happy feelings, are generally depressing fragments or characters.

The person who appeared in Zhou An's dream was his familiar pale face, Zhong Lin. He walked over gently and called out in his dream.

On the muddy path overgrown with weeds, the wet young man grinned at Zhou An: "You are here."

He turned and walked forward, Zhou An chased after him, running out of breath in his dream, he finally turned around and stretched out his palm to Zhou An.

"Where are you going?" She clasped her hands and saw him smile.

The environment suddenly changed from the original place, Zhou An looked at the reservoir in front of him in panic, and retreated subconsciously: "No..."

The young man still pulled him and moved forward together.

"Zhong Lin, no!" Seeing his lower body submerged in the water, Zhou An was so frightened that he shook his head desperately and even cried.

The lover didn't come for a long time, and retreated before the battle, and the young people in the water gradually lost their smiles.He went from expressionless to ferocious, all he needed was Zhou An to step back in horror.

"Come..." The voice of the ghost was overwhelming, and the waves of the water were dim.

There is no moon in this pool of water, no light, it is a lifeless black water.

"..." Zhou An's eyes were blank, and he tried his best to break free from the gray palm: "Let go, let go, I'm not going, I'm not going!"

With a crash, two arms sprang out of the water, and he rushed over like a ghost. The moment he fell into the water again, there was no fearful young man on the shore.

The water rippled away, returning to calm, dead silence.

"Ah!" Zhou An was sweating profusely, and woke up from the bed, breathing like he had just struggled out of the water, taking a quick breath of fresh air.

This feeling of drowning is familiar and real, as if I have experienced it before, the feeling of pain in the lungs.

"An'an?" Zhong Lin woke up and reached out to hug him.

"Ah!" Zhou An jumped in shock, and avoided the same hands and face as in the dream. He was about to cry, why did he have such a horrible dream.

"You're having a nightmare." Zhong Lin woke up, sat up, and looked sideways at the boy who was full of fear towards him.

Zhou An's eyes were open for a long time, and he could clearly distinguish whether it was a dream or reality. His beating heart slowly let go, and slowly returned to calm: "Yes... I had a nightmare." He clutched his sweaty forehead Said, not unexpectedly touched a cold sweat.

Facing the tissue handed over by the other party, he swallowed his saliva and stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you." Wiped his forehead and put down his guard: "Sorry, I was not clear-headed just now."

"It's okay." Zhong Lin bent down, took the pajamas beside the bed and put them on, covering his naked body: "It's getting late, I'll get up and see what to eat."

His back is the same as usual, there is no difference.

"Okay, thank you." Zhou Anwei felt sorry for just now, with a nervous face.

It has been a long time since I heard such a polite thank you, Zhong Lin paused and continued walking.When closing the door, turn around and confess: "You continue to sleep, I'll call you when I'm ready. Also, there is no need to apologize or thank you."

Youyou's eyes lasted for three seconds before moving away and going out.

"Sorry..." Zhou An closed his mouth and lay back on the bed with a sigh.

Is it because I am too complacent that I have such a dream?

The warning still foreshadowed something, Zhou An didn't believe it: "It's just a dream." He murmured, besides, he already knew that Zhong Lin was that kind of person.

Very imperfect, even bad.

"..." Zhou An was stunned, and reached out to find his mobile phone. The screen displayed [-]:[-], he hesitated for a moment, and dialed Wang Shuo.

"Zhou An?" Wang Shuo cursed in confusion, "Do you know what time it is now! You woke me up so early!"

"I know, it's 41:[-]... No, it's [-]:[-], get up quickly." Zhou An rolled up the quilt by himself, rolling around happily: "I want to treat you to dinner, you can come to my house as a guest."

"Your house? Pull it down." Wang Shuo rubbed his eyes on his bed and shook his head to express his disapproval: "I'm afraid of your mother, she has too much aura, I can't eat with her."

Zhou An remembered that Wang Shuo was really afraid of his mother, and would never come again even if she came here once.

"Actually, it's not my house. To be precise, it's opposite my house, my... object's house."

"What? Zhou An, you beast!" Wang Shuo said angrily, "I won't even let the daughter of the aunt next door go! You can do it!" How did you do it? We met by chance in the elevator and closed the little black room together?"

"Bah! What do you think..." Zhou An said: "Anyway, you will know when you come."

"Okay." Wang Shuo said.

"Remember to bring homework for the winter vacation, we'll do the quizzes online." Zhou An chuckled.

"Get out!" Wang Shuo hung up the phone angrily.

Zhong Lin listened to him outside the door, knocked on the door, and the voice came into the room through the crack of the door: "There are red beans, barley, white fungus in the refrigerator, do you like these?"

In the feeding precautions, there are examples of these common nourishing ingredients.

"It's ok." Zhou An got up, wrapped himself in a quilt and said to the door: "Can you make it sweet? I don't like salty food."

"Okay." The sound of footsteps showed that he had left.

Zhou An sighed softly, stretched out his legs, and got off the bed.

He searched twice for the pajamas that he didn't know where to throw away, but he couldn't find it: "..." In his memory, he wasn't responsible for taking off the clothes.

Standing in front of Zhong Lin's closet, which was an area that Zhou An had never invaded, he opened it hesitantly.

Inside were some of Zhong Lin's clothes, basically formal clothes, and even casual clothes were suit styles.

But he is especially suitable for human appearance, he looks very tall and handsome, and he can appear on the scene at any time.

Zhou An's fingers moved around on it, and stopped on an old-looking shirt, took it out and put it on.

The two slightly longer sleeves are rolled up to half the arms, and a woolen cardigan is put on outside.

"Zhong Lin." He stretched out his upper body and looked at the young man who was adjusting the heat in the kitchen: "My friend came over for lunch at noon. Are there any ingredients in the refrigerator? Do you want to go to the supermarket to buy them together?"

"Stand up and take a look?" Zhong Lin turned his head and saw only a half body, curious.

"Eh..." Zhou An stood up, then stood back: "My pajamas are gone."

"Go and wear mine, it's in the first cabinet on the left." Zhong Lin simply put down the work at hand and walked out of the kitchen by himself: "Come on, I'll find it for you to wear."

The familiar word was the same as the articulation habit in the dream, which made Zhou An shiver with fright.

He chased after him and hugged Zhong Lin's arm and said, "Why don't you ask me what kind of nightmare I had last night?"

"What else can it be?" Zhong Lin looked sideways at him as if he knew everything.

Zhou An felt hot for no reason, and he said honestly: "I dreamed about you, and I wanted to drag me into the reservoir..."

"Do you think I will do this?" Zhong Lin pushed open the door, walked to the closet, and stopped suddenly with his hands in mid-air: "I forgot, all the pajamas have been washed, I'll go back to your house and help you get them."

He turned to get Zhou An's key.

Zhou An stretched out his hand to open the first cabinet, and saw several sets of pajamas hanging inside: "Did you remember wrongly, there are obviously." Turning to look at Zhong Lin, he found that the other party's expression was very strange.

"What... what's wrong?" Zhou An followed his gaze and returned to the wardrobe.

In the upper cabinet where pajamas are hung, there are children's toys, large and small.

Some are missing arms and legs and look old.Some of them are still intact, and it can be seen that the owner loves them very much.

"You...how did you have these?" Zhou An was astonished. He thought he had read it wrong, but when he took it down and took a closer look, it turned out that they were all toys he had played with.

When he was a child, Lu Shan bought him a new toy every month. Every month, he thought about what kind of toy to choose this month?

Be cautious and serious every time, because there is only one chance a month.

Every toy here was carefully selected by Zhou An. He was very impressed, but most of them were toy cars.

Racing cars, cranes, trains, buses...

"I asked for it from my aunt." Zhong Lin came over, put back the toy car in his hand, then took out his pajamas and stuffed it for him: "Go change."

Zhou An was pushed away in a daze. After thinking of something, his heart became hot: "It turns out that my mother put away all my toys, and I thought I threw them away."

After suddenly growing up, one day I didn't love those childish toy cars.

He has his own bicycle and enjoys the thrill of galloping on the road, instead of the excitement of playing with trains when he was a child.

"Well, she cherishes it too." Zhong Lin said casually, without revealing how he got these toy cars: "I'm going out."

"Wait." Zhou An stopped him from leaving: "Although you said you don't need to be sorry, I still have to say, I'm sorry, I never hesitated."

"If it's because of what happened this morning, don't you make a fuss too much?" Zhong Lin paused, then turned to look at him: "You don't have to be so careful, I won't eat you."

It seemed that he really didn't care at all, and Zhou An couldn't help but feel that he was really making a fuss out of a molehill, a little too much.

"I just want to say it so I can feel at ease..." he said softly.

The one who is ashamed may not be Zhong Lin who was with him in reality, but Zhong Lin who was rejected by him in his dream.

"Don't worry, take your time." Zhong Lin stepped back and gradually distanced himself from him: "Come out and find me after changing your clothes."

In the sealed space, Zhou An was left alone, and slowly changed into his clothes.

"Old Tie, I'm downstairs at your house, come out and pick me up quickly." Wang Shuo's call came in, and Zhou An was still drinking red bean porridge.

"Yeah, I'll be right there." The moment he stood up, the young man who was reading a newspaper on the sofa stopped him.

"Don't move, eat your food." Zhong Lin's tone was very gentle, but there was an unquestionable toughness.

Zhou An nodded slowly and sat down again: "Then please."

"Don't say that word." Zhong Lin leaned over to kiss him, reached out to pick up the key on the table, got up and left.

With a slender back, wearing clothes that don't change in style, the white is too easy to remind people of the first meeting.

It wasn't until he put on his coat that Zhou An's wild thoughts were blocked.

He shook his head, not wanting to complain that Zhong Lin kept saying to take his time, because he was not ready yet, not the other party.

I am used to giving and accommodating, and when there is a little feedback, I feel panic and feel sorry.

Zhou An drank the porridge thoughtfully, and found the root of the problem.

"Hmm...huh..." Wang Shuo hummed a little tune, waiting for Zhou An to come down to greet him with a smile on his face.Suddenly, he saw a slender and tall figure approaching from the opposite side, which seemed a bit familiar.

That unique temperament and face, if Wang Shuo remembers correctly, this is the handsome guy who came to school to find Zhou An last time.

He lives in the same building as Zhou An?

No wonder, it turned out to be a neighbor.

"Hi!" Wang Shuo waved his small hand to greet people: "Hi, I'm Zhou An's best buddy, can you let me in?"

Zhong Lin smiled, retracted the hand that was about to open the door, leaned against the door with arms crossed, and talked through a glass door: "Really, how could Zhou An have such a strong buddy like you?"

"What do you mean?" Wang Shuo patted on the door, humming: "If you don't believe me, he will come out to meet me later."

The little brother didn't tease him, Zhong Lin opened the door directly, and met those suspicious little eyes: "I was sent by Zhou An to meet you, let's go."

"Damn!" Wang Shuo suddenly thought that the aunt across the door may not have a daughter, but her son does have one: "Isn't it?"

"What?" Zhong Lin felt relaxed. There was nothing difficult for him, and the most difficult part was over.

"You are Zhou An's concubine? A man?" Wang Shuo clapped his palms together: "Stay up, there are men in the world who really like men. I thought it was all just fooling around on the Internet."

"Huh?" The young man turned his head slightly, smiled happily and said, "Zhou An's concubine, I like this name." At the same time, he said puzzledly: "The word Zhou An is engraved on my face, how do you know that?" ?”

Wang Shuo was stunned, not sure how he knew it: "Maybe...you look happy, just like that idiot Zhou An..." When calling, the sweetness of love can be felt through the phone line.

It's boring enough.