unspoken

Just about to fall asleep, Yin You was startled by the vibration of the mobile phone, his head jerked back and hit the back of the chair, and there was a muffled bang, making Yin You gasp in pain.

Yin You, who woke up from the pain, rubbed his head, but didn't see who was displayed on the screen, and answered the phone.

"Yin You!" Lu Jianwen's voice sounded anxious, "What I'm going to say next may sound like nonsense to you, but it's true, you must listen to it."

"What's going on? Don't worry, don't worry, just speak slowly." Hearing Lu Jianwen's anxious voice, thinking that something happened to him, Yin You regained his energy and his head no longer hurts.

"I went to the hospital to see Zhang Shukai, and then I talked to him about today's party. I mentioned that we saw Fang Ting at the party. In the end, he actually told me that Fang Ting..." Lu Jianwen's voice He said tremblingly, "He died half a month ago!"

"Dead, dead!?" Yin You exclaimed.

"Fang Ting and Zhang Shukai are in the same school. I should have thought of it... Zhang Shukai said that the two of them walked together because of the dormitory area. When they were crossing the road, a speeding car drove past. It's just that his leg was broken, but Fang Ting who was with him... died on the spot..." Lu Jianwen said, his voice gradually lost control, "Yin You, what we saw at the time...was it a human or a ghost? ah……?"

"..."

Yin You was speechless, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, he was startled, since he yelled out, the carriage was surprisingly quiet, no one was disturbed by his yell and turned his attention to him, Everyone in the carriage sat with their heads down, like corpses.

And... Yin You didn't dare to think about whether this bus ever stopped.

"Yin You? Yin You? Hello? Hiss hiss—" As if confirming Yin You's doubts, there was a rustling sound from the receiver, and then the call ended.

Yin You took down the phone, and there was no signal displayed on the upper right, and the date in the center of the screen, August 8.

In July and a half, the gate of hell opens.

Everything was connected, Yin You knew that he had bumped into a ghost during the Ghost Festival, and it was fine if he bumped into a ghost, and even got into a ghost car.For ordinary people, it would be like winning a lottery ticket and winning [-] yuan.But for Yin You, this is already a part of daily life, so he quickly accepted it.Sitting on the back seat of the express bus leading to hell, he sighed deeply and helplessly.

He turned his head to look at the window, wondering whether he should jump out of the car, but it was when he turned his head that he saw the profile of the person in the back row on the window glass.

The man had been staring at Yin You for what seemed like a long time, his eyeballs protruding from their sockets, looking quite scary.

"Ah." Yin You was startled and said nothing else. After a while, he said his name, "Fang Ting."

"Why can you and Lu Jianwen see me?" Fang Ting said, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his voice was dry and unpleasant.

"You ask me that... I want to know." Looking at Fang Ting, Yin You smiled wryly.

"Then what about you, why did you come to our meeting place?" Yin You still remembered that Lu Jianwen said that Fang Ting was a withdrawn person who didn't get involved in group activities at all, so he would wander to their meeting place during the Ghost Festival, which is really It is unimaginable.

"No matter what..." Fang Ting murmured.

"What?" Yin You didn't hear clearly.

Fang Ting looked away and changed the subject at the same time, "Get out of the car quickly, this is not where you should be."

Yin You scratched his head, "Even if you tell me to get out of the car, I don't know what to do..."

Fang Ting, so to speak, is Fang Ting's soul, went straight through Yin You, floated to the back door of the car, stretched out his slender white hands, and grabbed the crack of the door.

In the blink of an eye, Fang Ting forcibly opened the back door. As before, neither the passengers nor the driver were moved.

As the car was moving, the wind rushing in from the back door brought the heat wave of summer night and rolled up the corner of Yin You's clothes.

"you……"

"Get out of the car." Fang Ting said.

Gathering his mind, Yin You said, "Thank you..." What he didn't expect was that Fang Ting was actually a good person.

Yin You suddenly figured out why Fang Ting had to watch quietly in an inconspicuous corner of the lively box when the gate of hell was rarely opened.

In fact, he is not a lonely person who does not want to integrate into the group, but he is not good at expressing it...

But thinking of the fact that Fang Ting was dead, Yin You felt sad.

He stood at the back door where the night wind was howling, and grabbed Fang Ting's hand instead.

"Really, thank you." This time, Yin You said very solemnly.

Fang Ting was surprised. He was shocked by Yin You's sudden action, and also by his gaze and the temperature of his palm.

The touch of two souls should have no warmth, but Fang Ting could feel a little warmth from each other.

How many years has he not felt the warmth of this skin-to-skin contact.

It reminded him of the temperature of that person's palm.

The person who melted his iceberg is the one he deserves to be grateful for all his life.

However, failing to say that sentence, everything has been lost.

If you can give me a day of freedom.

No matter what, I hope to see you one last time...

"Fang Ting..." Yin You was startled, the memory flooding into his mind, could it be...

"Let's go." Fang Ting withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and then pushed Yin You down through the back door forcefully.

Yin You fell backwards, feeling the weightlessness enveloping his whole body. He didn't have time to take a last look at Fang Ting.

Yin You sat up from the bed with his eyes wide open, and then moaned a few times while covering his head. It didn't take long for him to feel sick.

Yin Sha had been guarding Yin You's side for quite a long time, and seeing him sitting up suddenly like a dead body, he quickly tore off the vomiting bag and handed it to him, thus resolving the crisis of throwing up on the bed.

"This is...? Hey... how did I get home?" Yin You regained his ability to speak after vomiting, and looked at the ceiling of his own house with dazed eyes.

"You slept like a dead pig after you were drunk, and you were carried back by your junior high school classmates." Yin Sha said angrily, thinking of the scene when he opened the door and saw Yin You being carried by a strange man, don't worry too much.

"Ah... am I too drunk..." Yin You replied slowly, "I'm not drunk..."

This is what drunk people usually say, Yin Sha listened and didn't take it seriously.

Yin Sha went out to dispose of the bag of filth, and when he came back, Yin You fell asleep again.

Yin Sha sighed, went to the bathroom to wet the towel, and planned to help Yin You wipe his body.

After taking off the T-shirt, Yin Sha seemed to see two black palm prints on Yin You's chest.

Startled, Yin Sha stood up abruptly and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp. However, when he turned around after doing this series of actions, there was nothing on Yin You's chest.

"Is it an illusion..."

The author has something to say:

I don't know who stipulated that certain things must happen after drinking.