Aran

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Xing Xing lightly jumped onto the window sill and lay down in a comfortable position: it is normal in the novel.But, Aran, you are a little abnormal.

Aran didn't speak.

The black cat slowly closed its eyes.

After a long time, it heard A Ran seem to say something,

Unfortunately, the sun is too warm, it has fallen asleep.

What Xiao Hei didn't expect was that after a few days, Yan Mu also became abnormal.

Because he discovered the existence of Aran.

It was a sunny morning.

Xiao Hei fell asleep, and Ah Ran lay on the sofa and seriously studied how to write the next part of the novel,

Yan Mu suddenly opened the door and came in.

Aran was startled.

But don't worry, he just came back to get the key he forgot, which he can't see or hear.

However, he forgot that strange blue-covered notebook,

It suddenly appeared on the coffee table in his house.

Seeing Yan Mu's confused expression, Ah Ran slowly opened the notebook.

So, what happened next?

Ah, ah, ah, don't you know?He didn't even go to work in the morning, and he was reading that notebook at home all the time!

Xiao Hei yawned: Don't worry, maybe he thought he wrote it while sleepwalking.

Aran shook his head: Maybe he will move immediately.

His voice was dry, like withered yellow leaves in late autumn, ready to fall when the wind blows.

In the evening, Yan Mu returned home.

Ah Ran didn't shout "Welcome home" loudly as usual, but sat on the sofa.

He sat very upright.

He is waiting for "sentence".

In fact, he thought of a very interesting plot in the morning and wanted to put it in the novel, but he hadn't had a chance to write it yet.

He also thought that maybe starting tomorrow he would never see Yan Mu again.

He was a little sad.

It turned out that being a ghost would also feel sad.

He saw Yan Mu put down the things in his hand and stood by the sofa, he seemed a little dazed.

After a while, he trembled slightly and said: I'm back.are u there?

It was quiet.

Yan Mu waited for a while, then continued: Ah...so?

Alan opened his eyes wide.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his heart beating,

Plop, plop,

He almost thought he was alive.

Aran.

Yan Mu him, called his name.

How did he know his name?

How could he not know his name.

In those stories about "Yan Mu",

There is always a small character named "Aran" with a cat named "Little Black".

Sometimes he was a street vendor selling candied haws, and he sold a bunch of candied haws to “Yan Mu”;

Sometimes he is a storyteller who specializes in storytelling in restaurants, and he tells stories about "Yan Mu";

In fact, he is still an employee of a tailor shop in the city, and the clothes on "Yan Mu" are made by him;

……

He is like an NPC in the game world,

Constantly meeting and parting with "Yan Mu" in a reasonable and normal way.

It's really too ordinary.

But that is the most extravagant thought hidden in the bottom of my heart by Ah Ran, who is a ghost.

6.

The black cat has a headache.

Why does a cat always listen to a ghost tell a story?

Human stories always contain too many things that it cannot understand.

Why didn't you answer him, as long as you want, he can hear your voice, can't he?

Aran didn't speak again.

He's always been like this lately.

Xiao Hei is not in a hurry,

It paced gracefully on the window sill, it was rare that the sun was so bright today, but it didn't sleep.

He is a man and I am a ghost.

Xiao Hei stopped.

We lived under the same roof and it was already very bad for him.I don't want to hurt him again.

The black cat sat down where it was, tilted its head and looked at Aran for a while, and said: Aran, have you ever thought about the future?

Aran was taken aback.

The black cat never asked him about "the future",

As if he never asked it why a cat could talk and know so much.

Everyone has questions they don't want answered.

He thought it was a tacit understanding between them.

A Ran stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xiao Hei, but his hand passed through the black cat's body neatly: Xiao Hei, what do you think will happen to me in the future?

The black cat sneezed: I'm just a cat.I have no idea.

Aran withdrew his hand, turned around, and said: If one day you find out, you must tell me in advance.

The black cat didn't answer it.

Just when Ah Ran thought it had fallen asleep,

He heard the black cat mutter: Aran, don't think so much about "the future".

7.

Yan Mu bought a bunch of wind chimes.

He hung him at home where he would never be blown by the wind outside.

Aran, if you want to talk to me, shake this wind chime.

After Yan Mu said this, he sat on the sofa and started working.

Aran looked at the wind chime,

For such a simple and small thing, he knew that he could make a crisp sound with just a little blowing——

Jingle... Jingle...

But he didn't.

pat.

The black cat landed on the balcony as usual, only to find that Aran and Yan Mu were looking at him together.

Why is Yan Mu in—meow?

Before the black cat could ask, Yan Mu picked him up.

He looked at the black cat for a while, then called out tentatively: "Xiao Hei?"

A Ran stood behind Yan Mu and laughed, happily watching Yan Mu harass the black cat.

Yan Mu, it's not called Xiaohei today, it's called Abao!

Yan Mu, Ah Bao loves to sleep too much, you let him get up and run.

Yan Mu, you scratch its neck, it likes it so much.

Meow meow meow--

Bao protested hard.

One person, one ghost, one cat, a happy time.

You can see him can't you?

After finally stopping, Yan Mu said.

Xiao Hei looked at Aran,

He stood beside the wind chime, wondering what he was thinking.

Yan Mu put Xiao Hei down, and Xiao Hei immediately jumped onto the window sill and lay down on his stomach.

Why do you say he is not afraid of me?

A Ran looked at the wind chimes, seeming really confused.

Xiao Hei squinted his eyes and licked his hair: Why is he afraid of you?

You like him so much, why is he afraid of you?

Yan Mu walked to Fengling, and he stood opposite A Ran.

There is a string of wind chimes between them.

They look at each other.

Xiao Hei had fallen asleep.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and the wind chimes suddenly rang:

Jingle, jingle, jingle...

Yan Mu slowly opened his eyes wide, as if he couldn't believe it.

The wind chimes kept ringing.

Yan Mu laughed and said: Hello, Aran.

8.

Aran seems to have become the old Aran again,

He started playing with Yan Mu often.

For example, when Yan Mu was watching TV, he would sometimes ask him where he was, and Aran would blow it into his ear.

So Yan Mu knew: Oh, on my right.

Yan Mu was cooking in the kitchen, while A Ran was shaking the wind chime in the living room, making Xiao Hei lose his temper.

Also, when Yan Mu was sleeping, A Ran often pulled down the quilt secretly,

Then Yan Mu would laugh and say: Ah Ran, don't make trouble.

However, even after admitting his existence, Aran never spoke to him.

Yan Mu thought that Ah Ran was unable to speak for some reason,

So I found a pen and paper and wanted to write and communicate.

Ran thought he would ask him how old he was, what his name was and what he looked like,

As a result, Yan Mu drew a house.

The house has a living room, a bedroom, a long sofa, and a person sitting on the sofa.

That was Yan Mu.

Yan Mu put down his pen and said, "Aran, draw a picture quickly, where are you?"

Aran hesitated for a moment, then picked up the pen.

He wrote a large character "Jie" on the left side of the villain Yan Mu, and drew a circle on it.

Yan Mu turned his head to look to the left, and smiled slightly: Ah Ran.

In fact, Ah Ran never understood why Yan Mu was so kind to a ghost.

She is not afraid of him at all, and always plays some boring games with him.

If only he was a young child,

But he is clearly an adult.

If you want to know that much, just ask him.

Xiao Hei thinks people are really annoying,

It's okay to think too much during life, and think so much after death.

Aran blinked: Xuehua, why do you always run from the sixth floor to the third floor to bask in the sun?

Under the sunlight, Snow Flower's green eyes almost narrowed into a straight line.

It seemed to think for a long time, and then said: I don't know.Maybe because the temperature of the sun on the third floor is just right.

Aran gave a thumbs up: Xue Hua, you must have graduated from Peking University, true philosophy.

Snow Flower ignored him.

Just jumped out of the window lightly: Aran, it's almost July 7th.

9.

Ever since he became a ghost, Aran has no concept of time.

But in a year, one day he knows.

In July and a half, the gate of ghosts opens, and all ghosts come out.

This day seems to be a holiday for ghosts.

But for Aran, it was a tribulation.

Every year on this day, he has to bear the oppression that makes him suffocate,

He couldn't even stand up.

Like a fish without water,

Tumbling on the ground, every second is suffering.

This is the living soul.

The lonely ghosts with no sacrifices, nor the bodies of living things,

A thin soul can't bear those fierce spirits,

If you are not careful, it will be wiped out.

But Aran survived for three years.

Even Xiao Hei was a little surprised.

What were you thinking at that time?

Aran tilted his head and thought for a while, then laughed: I was thinking, I must not die.

But you are dead.

Xiao Hei told the truth plainly.

Yeah, I just, I just feel a little regretful that I can't die again.

Aran stretched out his hand and watched carefully.

Compared with the beginning, every time July 7 passes, his body becomes a little more transparent.

Maybe one day, he will become like the air