seven or seven

: March 2016, 7.

The night before, Lan You didn't close his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red.

When he looked in the mirror, even he was taken aback.Is it because I made myself into this inhuman and ghost-like appearance?

Lan You took a bath, and the wound was scabbed, and the deepest one seemed to be better, maybe the medicine he used recently had an effect.

After taking a shower, he changed into a new suit and went out.

In a wilderness on the outskirts of the city, there is a cemetery that was newly built a few years ago. Roy sent a text message to tell him that if he wanted to see Fu Lin, he should go there.

The tomb was very new, and on the white tombstone, there was a black and white photo. Lan You looked at the smiling face of the man with sour eyes.

He came out early today, the weather was a bit cold, he deliberately wore a black shirt with a windbreaker, obviously very out of season, but now he was weak and cold, in order to be better and look fatter, he just wore it.

He didn't want to, Fu Lin saw that he was having a bad time.He wanted to stand in front of that man with the best appearance.

He showered, dried his hair, put on some lip balm after changing into new clothes, in order to look healthier.

Although it is impossible for you to look at me again, I still don't want to make you sad.

Does this count as love?

Lan You stood there, motionless, staring at the small photo in a daze.He stood there for a long time, from dawn to sunset, he didn't change his movements.

With his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, his back straight, his legs joined together, dressed in black, solemn and desolate, like pine and bamboo, lingering in the wind.

Before leaving, he stretched out his hand to caress the familiar face in the photo, and kissed him lightly.

He said, "Wait for me."

If the world doesn't allow you and me to hug, then what's the use of this world?

The extra shackles, let me cut off all the shackles with a knife!Even if life and death cannot stop you and me, there is nothing that can stop me from running towards you.

I want the world to see, I love you, I love you so much.

How is it possible to let you lie alone under the loess, and there may be a woman beside you.

Lan You hated rules the most in his life.

So, when he knew that Fu Lin had passed away, what he thought was that after he left, the two of them would not be able to be buried together in the future.

The custom in Haicheng is that men and women over the age of 12 must find a "partner" after death. This is the so-called ghost marriage, commonly known as marriage with yin.

Lan You was shocked when he heard the news for the first time.He never felt that he would have a partner in the future.So, would he be buried with someone he had never even met before his death?She will become her "wife" in name, and she will somehow, after death, be with someone she doesn't love.

It's just ridiculous.If someone is a single child, if someone is unwilling to get married, if someone is gay, but he insists on letting him lie with a strange woman.In this way, even if you leave, you will hate everyone for the rest of your life.

If it was me, I would definitely come back to find them.

I don't even allow others to manipulate me while I'm alive, let alone after death.And Fu Lin, what about you?Don't you want to?

Fu Lin's ashes are still stored in the funeral home. Recently, they are looking for a suitable partner to match him.

Sorry, my people are absolutely not allowed to get involved with others, not anyone else.Whether you are a human or a ghost, all my people are mine.Nobody wants to touch him except me.

He silently thought of an answer, but when his face touched the cold tombstone, he only felt a hand touching his cheek.

Very familiar feeling... that is, Fu Lin!

Do you also agree with my point of view?

I won't make you unhappy, so wait for me!

Even if buried in loess and turned into bones, you can only be with me.

Lan You turned and left. The corners of the black windbreaker drew a beautiful arc in the wind. Behind him, all the trees were blown by the sudden wind, making a whining sound, as if crying softly, like a lover Whispering in the ear.