I met my ex after being a dream messenger

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Leng Cheering weakly blocked his further movement: "I... come..."

"Oh, then do it yourself!" Yu Qiao stepped back two or three steps as if he had been pardoned.

Leng Cheerang struggled to sit up, and then struggled to put on his slippers and stood up, looking top-heavy.Not only his face and lips are as white as paper, but even his thin waist and abdomen are as pale as a piece of paper, so weak that it makes people...uh, there is a little pity...

Yu Qiao withdrew his gaze, swallowed his saliva, and felt that he was condemned by his conscience: "Why don't I help you?"

"it is good…"

Leng Kailiang spoke weakly, and stood even weaker, so he had to lean half of his body against Yu Qiao.

Yu Qiao's heel was unsteady, and it took a lot of effort to support him, but his mind froze again:

Because of the close contact, he smelled a familiar faint fragrance from Leng Kailang's body, like a rose after the rain, or honeysuckle in the morning, very light and very faint.

The frightening thing is that the taste memory aroused at this moment was as clear as yesterday, as if it had been deeply embedded in his mind.

Is it...

What kind of old friend is Leng Kailiang?

Yu Qiao shook his head quickly, refusing to think of any past events.

Why are you asking for trouble in your previous life?

Besides, Leng Kailang and him are both dream messengers who have lost their memories and have incomplete emotions and desires. Even if they are old friends, can't they forget each other?Why bother trying to remember those messy things?

He doesn't want to be reincarnated as a human being again. It's good to dream, and he's satisfied with eating and sleeping well.

Leng Kailang seemed to have noticed his trance, slightly opened his eyes and glanced at him, the eyes seemed to be puzzled or something else.

Yu Qiao came to his senses and was busy explaining his pause: "Haha... I lack exercise all the year round, and my strength is not good..."

"Well, thank you very much..." Leng Kailang didn't say any more.

Yu Qiao also fell silent, and only tried his best to help him to the bathroom.

At this step, Yu Qiao originally thought that there was nothing wrong with him, thinking that he would be cold and cheerful as long as he came out of the shower and put on some clothes, so he planned to say hello and leave, but the people inside were quite demanding. Weakly ask him to do one more favor:

"Can you get me a set of pajamas?"

What a living ancestor!Yu Qiao had no choice but to open his wardrobe, almost not stunned by the situation in front of him:

It doesn't matter if a man's clothes are neatly hung, it's still too fucking huge!Not only that, there are all kinds of styles and styles!What kind of knitting, coats, sweaters, denim clothes, jackets, jackets... There are no less than five types of shirts.

"How did you get this money?" Yu Qiao looked down at the down jacket he had been wearing for half a winter, and couldn't help sighing, "It's also a dream messenger, how can some people be so extravagant and others so poor? Earning so much Qian, how good is a ghost story?"

After sighing for a long time, Yu Qiao found the pajamas on the far side.In order to prevent being summoned a second time, he also opened the drawer to help get a pair of shorts.

Maybe because the shorts are too intimate, Yu Qiao's face is inexplicably hot.

"Ahem," Yu Qiao stood outside and knocked on the door, "Well...I left the clothes at the door, you can wash them and put them on..."

There was no response for a while, and there was no sound of water.

Yu Qiao was a little worried, and asked again: "That...did you hear it just now..."

"Okay." There was finally a voice from inside this time.

Yu Qiao thought for a while, and said: "Then...then I'll go first...you come out quickly...the other one, the phone is by the door, if you need something, you can call me, I should not have gone far..."

"it is good."

After Yu Qiao got the answer from the other party, he was finally able to change his shoes and go out.In order to make sure that Leng Kailiang returned to bed after taking a shower smoothly, he kindly waited downstairs for half an hour, while staring at the phone screen to avoid missing the call.

"No," Yu Qiao who was staring at the phone suddenly came to his senses, "What if he passed out in the bathtub and couldn't even get the phone?"

Once this idea came up, Yu Qiao felt that something was wrong, and quickly sent a message: Are you okay?

There is no reply.

"Is something really going to happen?" Yu Qiao said to himself downstairs, "Shouldn't I just leave the patient alone in the bathtub? What if something happens?"

After pacing back and forth several times, Yu Qiao finally made up his mind to go up and have a look.

No way, he is simply too kind.

Because he was holding a spare key, Yu Qiao opened the door with the key after no one answered when he knocked on the door.

There is no one in the living room.

The room was empty.

There is no one in the bathroom.

13. Bad old man

Yu Qiao was a little flustered, wiped the cold sweat from his palms and pushed open the door of another room.

The room was cold and cheerful, huddling under the quilt, with wet hair, probably because he was afraid of getting the pillow wet, so a thick towel was placed on top of the pillow.

Disturbed by the sound of the door opening, he looked up with difficulty, a little dazed:

"Yu Qiao? Didn't you... go away..."

Didn't you leave?

Same as ever...

without looking back...

"I...I forgot to return the key to you..." Yu Qiao hurriedly found an excuse, "That...because you were dizzy yesterday, you gave me a spare key, saying...that let us People from 612 will help take care of it."

"Oh, I remember." Leng Kailang slammed his head back on the pillow again.

Yu Qiao didn't know whether to enter or retreat, so he stood under the door frame and nodded, "Well, yes."

For a while, both of them were relatively silent. After a long time, Leng Cheerang broke the silence:

"Yuqiao."

"what's up?"

"I am cold…"

"Hair is so wet, can it be cold? And the window of this room is not closed properly, carefully the cold wind of winter hits you." Yu Qiao felt like an old woman while talking, and changed his tone silently, "Boss You are so rich that you still rent a two-bedroom apartment."

Leng Kailang looked at him silently, and said lightly: "This is for a friend to rent, because he has been living with me before."

"Friends? Does the Dream Envoy have any friends?" Yu Qiao felt amused, "Isn't it a ghost?"

Leng Cheer looked at him without speaking.

Realizing that he might have said something wrong, Yu Qiao touched his head and said, "Then...do you want me to dry your hair for you?"

"thanks…"

"You're welcome, colleagues should help each other."

"Um…"

"Then where is your hair dryer?"

There was no answer, and it seemed that he passed out again.

Yu Qiao had no choice but to search in his two-bedroom apartment. Fortunately, Leng Kailang put his things in order. Yu Qiao found it quickly, and then helped him dry his hair.Seeing that he was still curled up like a cat, Yu Qiao thought about it, went downstairs and bought a baby warmer, charged it and put it under the quilt for him.

After everything was done, Yu Qiao closed the door and left.

In the next few days, Yu Qiao found reasons to avoid opening the window for Leng Kailang to breathe.Jiao Jiao sniffed out a hint of gossip, and wanted to ask about the details of what happened that day. Fortunately, Lv Ya was kind and thought that Yu Qiao was helping him to excuse him because of performance pressure, so Jiao Jiao shut up.

On the other side, Leng Cheer's body recovered fairly quickly, and it was almost similar to the previous state in three to five days, but it was not very able to use the power of the dream.

On this day, Yu Qiao continued to go out to encounter ghosts, trying to successfully conjure up a dream.After all, the last time he was busy with Xiao Yao's dream, it turned out that the bamboo basket fetched water in vain. Seeing that half a month will pass, and his performance sheet is still a proper "Lin Dan", Yu Qiao is rarely anxious.

Although he is a salted fish, Yu Qiao knows that the last one is not qualified to be a salted fish, because he is likely to be targeted by the boss.In order to fish smoothly, he must not continue to "Lin Dan".

Since the last time he went to Shilibu, several past memories flashed in Yu Qiao's mind. This time, in order to avoid unnecessary troubles, he deliberately opened the ghost gate to the opposite direction from Shilibu.

As soon as he got out of the ghost gate, Yu Qiao got shit luck and met a ghost old man.

"Uncle, do you want to have a dream?" Yu Qiao took the initiative like a skilled salesman.

The old man looked up at him, lost his sight again, and said slowly after a while: "Do you think I look like this rotten log in the yard?"

Yu Qiao glanced at the log, then at the old man, and comforted him, "It's hard for a dead tree to spring again, but a ghost can still be young. Uncle, I think you are different."

The old man shook his head and continued: "The whole life of a person is nothing more than countless repeated yesterdays, just like this wooden stake, which grew from a small sapling to a big tree, and then gradually decayed from a big tree to this wooden stake. In a place, you have never experienced a new scenery. It is the same with people, even if you have been reincarnated several times, even if you live in a different city, and your relatives have changed, but in fact, what is the difference from yesterday?"

"..." Yu Qiao didn't dare to answer, he was most afraid of the other party's long speech.

"Oh, I've lived for decades, but I don't feel anything interesting. Do you want to live like this again? The food is nothing more than that, and the living will not make much difference. Maybe the cook who cooks for you I also cooked for you in my previous life. It's boring, really boring, completely boring."

Yu Qiao smiled politely.

The old man saw that he was still silent, so he finally turned his head and glanced at him, and asked, "Are you a dream messenger?"

Yu Qiao nodded: "Yes, do you need a dream?"

The old man didn't answer his question, and introduced himself: "My name is Jiang Hai."

Yu Qiao maintained a polite smile: "Hello, Uncle Jiang."

Jiang Hai stood up and glanced at him sideways, changed his literary style just now, and said: "Normally people would call me