My dead ghost husband is still alive

In the whole space, there was only his own rapid breathing and the unusual sound of his heartbeat, and he couldn't hear anything else.When the eyes can't see, the stillness is terrible.

Zhou An finally squinted his eyes, through the narrow fingers, saw that who was still there, and quickly closed them again.

But two cold palms covered the back of his hand covering his eyes, and he used his fingers to separate his fingers one by one.

"...Hello?" Zhou An almost collapsed, even if his palms were pushed away, he still turned his head and refused to open his eyes.

Those hands shook Zhou An's head, holding his face closer, and the sticky sticky ravaged in his mouth——Zhou An was forced to open his eyes, and immediately met a pair of eyes... four eyes met.

He looked at him, and he looked at him.

Zhou An was stunned, feeling that these were not a pair of pure black eyes, but very light brown eyes, filled with the breath of death.

He couldn't even scream because he was confined, including the place where he made his voice.

He shivered in his arms.

He smelled a strong damp breath, yes, although the other person's body was dry, it still felt like he had just come out of the water, so wet that it seemed that he would never dry up.

He did die in the water, but it's possible the body wasn't in the water.

And he died dressed like this, it should be an accidental death.

Zhou An's mind was in knots, he couldn't imagine those scenes and pictures, he was being hugged, his face was pressed against that piece of chest.

It feels like a hand is resting on the top of the head, and the other person is stroking his hair.

This is a very strange behavior, like comforting others.

"Are you comforting me..." Zhou An murmured in a low voice, finally gaining some strength, he put his trembling palm against Zhong Lin's shoulder, and pushed him away: "Thank you then... I'm fine, you If you don't come out and scare me, I'll be fine..." Zhou An expressed incoherently.

"Zhou An." This voice is like a machine that has been in disrepair for a long time, restarting, difficult and harsh.

"That's right...my name is Zhou An..." Zhou An lowered his head deeply, trying to control himself not to cry, but it was really scary: "Woooooo..."

Then without saying anything, he disappeared.

But Zhou An knew that he was still in the room, perhaps sitting in a corner.Looking at himself with those brown eyes.

Taking out a tissue and wiping his face, Zhou An calmed down, because he hadn't finished his homework and was still a little bit close.

Lying on the bed late at night, recalling what he did just now, Zhou An's cheeks were hot and he felt deeply ashamed.I couldn't help thinking, what would Wang Shuo do if he encountered such a thing?

Maybe I will roll up my sleeves and fight desperately with the other party, but as for myself, I will only be afraid and will only accept it.

He hated his character very much. Apart from his good grades, Zhou An couldn't think of anything else about him that could be called excellent.

That night, he finally slept peacefully, but after waking up, Zhou An was very disturbed.He kept thinking about his mother coming home at night, and about his mother making a boyfriend.

"Huh?" Wang Shuo touched Zhou An's collar with a puzzled expression: "Why are you still wearing this gold chain? Didn't you sell it?" He thought Zhou An had already sold the gold chain, and asked I didn't see it today, I forgot about it.

"Ah?" Zhou An looked down and took out the necklace with his hands, his face turned pale.In a trance in the morning, I didn't even notice that the necklace was on my neck.

"Didn't you sell it?" Wang Shuo said with a smile: "Or do you like this style? Is this what girls wear?"

Not to mention, Zhou An really liked it before, but now there is only creepiness left.This chain must have been put on by Zhong Lin. Thinking of his molesting actions, Zhou An turned from fear to embarrassment: "Who likes it, I don't want to wear it."

"Then take it off." Wang Shuo said.

Zhou An stopped talking, like an eggplant beaten by frost.

"Tomorrow weekend, let's go cycling with the people in the next class?" Wang Shuo kicked the people next to him while using the air conditioner in the library at noon.

"Huh?" The book slipped off Zhou An's face, and he nodded in a daze, "Okay." He likes to ride, and the current bicycle is a professional bicycle, which cost thousands of dollars when he bought it. money.

"Xueba, why are you so sleepy?" Wang Shuo was really reading, but the neighbor next door was snoring: "Those who don't know think I'm the Xueba?" An was even more excited: "Haha, you gave me a face. I heard today that the class next door was also stumped by these questions. Later, the math teacher directly sent your picture to me. This really gave me a face." !"

Zhou An didn't really fall asleep either. Hearing this, he felt extremely embarrassed, and whispered, "Actually, I didn't figure it out."

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you?" Wang Shuo asked reflexively, and then he really remembered that Zhou An's handwriting was not like that: "Fuck, could it really not be you?"

Zhou An didn't speak again, there was no way to explain this to Wang Shuo.

He looked at the fierce sunlight outside the window, but there was no shadow in his heart, but he felt a little helpless.

"Do you believe that there are supernatural events in this world?" Wang Shuo is his best friend, and besides Wang Shuo, Zhou An couldn't find another person to confide in.

"I don't believe it. I'm an atheist." Wang Shuo was tired of raising his hands, so he closed the book and stopped reading, lying on the newspaper and resting the book on the back of his head: "What's the matter, you encountered a supernatural event?"

"Yeah." Zhou An said plausibly, "I encountered a supernatural event."

"Ah ha ha ha ha..." Wang Shuo covered his mouth and laughed secretly, Xiao Mian obviously didn't believe it: "What supernatural event, show me."

"I don't want to scare you." How could Zhou An show Wang Shuo, he just confided: "I am haunted by a male ghost, and he appears at my house every night."

"What are you doing at your house? You don't have any beautiful girls in your house." Wang Shuo laughed in a low voice, with a very wretched smile: "Or, did that male ghost take a fancy to you?" He raised his hand to touch Zhou An's face: "It's really possible that all the girls in our class are not as tender as your little face."

"Get out!" Zhou An dismissed the idea of ​​talking to Wang Shuo, this guy is not serious at all.

"What does a ghost look like?" Wang Shuo didn't let him go: "Tell me, is it a modern ghost or a thousand-year-old ghost?"

"Modern." Zhou An said, "It's been dead for three or four years."

"Hahahahaha..." Wang Shuo laughed so hard that he couldn't help himself, hugged his stomach and said, "Did he tell you that? Hey? What does it look like, is it scary?"

Zhou An knew that he didn't believe it, and annoyed him to death, but: "Tall and handsome, a little scary." He thought of Zhong Lin's appearance, thin, very temperament, a bit like an artist.

But because he was dead, it was gloomy, cold, lifeless, gray and frighteningly pale.

Wang Shuo laughed again, as if he was listening to a very funny joke. Until now, he still felt that Zhou An was telling a ghost story seriously, or he made it up by himself.

"A...hahaha...a tall and handsome male ghost...hahaha my mother, Zhou An, why aren't you a girl? Hahaha, you are a girl, hahahaha, you can write romance novels now. "

"I can't kill you from laughing." Zhou An turned around and didn't intend to tell Wang Shuo anything about supernatural things.

After school in the afternoon, I met two male students and two female students in the second class next door for the last time to discuss, and decided to meet somewhere at seven o'clock tomorrow morning, first to have breakfast together, and then set off.

When Zhou An returned home, he found a pair of black high-heeled shoes in the entrance. He quickly put down his schoolbag and went to the kitchen.

"Mom!" Inside there was a figure in a professional suit washing his hands.

Lu Shan turned her head and saw her son: "An'an." She smiled kindly: "I just came back." She hadn't brought her luggage into the room, and her clothes hadn't been changed, and she looked tired.

"Oh, you've worked hard." Zhou An looked left and right: "Mom, where's your boyfriend?"

Lu Shan was stunned for a moment, then didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I just said someone was pursuing me, I didn't say I would agree now." She walked out of the kitchen: "Mom, go change your clothes first, take a hot bath, I still have to work hard for you to cook tonight."

"It's okay." Zhou An glanced at the sky, he should be fine so early, he watched his mother go into the bathroom helplessly.

Not knowing if Zhong Lin would show up at this hour, Zhou An whispered into the air: "Don't hurt my mother, and don't peek at her taking a bath."

The sun outside was still very bright, and the room was full of sunshine, making everything look normal.

Zhou An put on his apron and stood in the kitchen washing rice for cooking.

After half an hour, the rice is almost cooked.

Lu Shan came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her head. When she passed the living room, she found that her son's eyes were following her, and she hesitated to speak.

"An'an?" She stopped and asked with her eyes, "what's the matter?"

"No." Zhou An sat on the sofa, holding the remote control in his hand: "Is everything normal in the bathroom?"

"Huh? It's normal." Lu Shan said, "What happened to the bathroom? Was there anything abnormal before?"

"No, I'm just asking casually." Zhou An put down the remote control and went to take a shower while it was still bright.

After applying the ointment yesterday, the wound is no longer painful.It should be just a small scuff, not a big wound.

Zhou An returned to the house after taking a shower, took out the ointment and reapplied it again. He was afraid that his riding a bicycle would be affected tomorrow.

"An'an." There was a knock on the door.

"Mom, I'll be right here." Zhou An hurriedly put on his pants and put away the ointment.

Wearing collarless pajamas, he opened the door, and Lu Shan saw the gold necklace around his neck.

Lu Shan's expression changed: "Where did you get the chain?"

Seeing that Zhou An felt guilty, she put her hands on her neck and said falteringly, "I picked it up."

"Where did you find it?" Lu Shan's expression was a little serious.

So Zhou An was afraid of her since he was a child, and lowered his eyes and said, "I picked it up in the wild."

Lu Shan knows that Zhou An likes to collect scenery everywhere, and often goes out on a bicycle. It is not surprising to find things in the wild, but she said: "I don't agree with you wearing the things you picked up, An An, if you really like A gold chain, mother can buy it for you."

"Yeah." Zhou An also regretted it. He put on this chain just because he was fascinated for a while: "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize to me, I'm not blaming you." Lu Shan sighed: "Okay, let's go to cook, mom."

"Mom, I will go cycling with my classmates tomorrow, and I won't be back until the day after tomorrow." Zhou An said.

"Understood." Lu Shan did not disagree.

Zhou An breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relaxed expression. He was actually very grateful for the respect his mother gave him. He would not object to his liking for photography, and would even spend money to buy him a bicycle and support him in outdoor sports.

Some places are stricter, but she also has her own educational philosophy.

Generally speaking, it's just worrying, not restraint, let alone control for the sake of control.