[full-time master] immortal

When I saw Su Muqiu again after seven and a half years, I was sitting in the living room eating quick-frozen dumplings.Suddenly there was a huge roar from the balcony behind me, which almost knocked over the bottle of Zhenjiang vinegar in my hand in fright.

Today is the winter solstice, and I don't know what good little ghost has caused me trouble again.I paused the TV series playing on my phone, put on a coat, and stormed out to the balcony angrily.The moment I opened the door, I froze in place.

It was Su Muqiu.

He still looked the same, even wearing the dark blue plaid T-shirt he had worn that day.He fell down on the balcony, rubbing his head in confusion, with an innocent and unbearably harsh expression.A group of enthusiastic ghosts surrounded him. Mrs. Yang, who often greeted me with care, helped him up and shouted in her loud voice: "Oh, young man, be careful!"

He obediently stood up, and began to look at the strange environment—the Aunt Yang who was dressed in the Ming Dynasty in front of him, and all kinds of people in strange clothes around him.After looking around for a week, he finally saw me.His eyes lit up for an instant.

"Xiaoqing!" The eternal Su Muqiu called my old name, with a light and flying voice, no different from seven and a half years ago.However, standing a few meters away, I, who was already 26 years old, shed tears in an instant.

"...Mu Qiu!" With tears in my eyes, I stretched out my hand to him, wanting to give him a hug that I haven't seen for many years.However, in the next second, my hand passed through his body easily, as if my whole life was such a huge miss.

"I am already dead?"

It took Su Muqiu 10 minutes to digest this fact.He looked down at his intact body in disbelief, and kept clenching and relaxing his palms, as if I had played a malicious joke on him, and he was trying to prove his existence.He reached out to me, wanting to touch me.But just like me just now, when his fingers passed through me, all he touched was the boundless void.He slowly withdrew his hand, staring at his clear fingers.Those were supposed to be the hands of a professional player, the same hands as Ye Xiu.

"So you can really see ghosts."

"Did you always think I was bragging?" His words made me a little unhappy, "Mucheng always believed in me."

"...I'm not sure. But now I believe it." He raised his head and looked at the blue soul swimming outside the window, "Why can't they come in?"

"I learned some skills from my grandfather and set up a formation in the room. Unless I want to, the ghosts outside can't get in."

Su Muqiu nodded in confusion, with a little admiration in his eyes.

I knew early on that I was gifted.

I can always see something that people can't see - even in the most empty and lonely corner of the orphanage, I can see people coming and going.Some of those people wore crowns, some had yin and yang braids, and some looked like the people around us.They lingered in front of my eyes, wandering aimlessly, and disappeared without a trace when I turned around.They are not in a hurry like the aunts in the orphanage, they don't need to rush any time.Life has lost its texture for them, and what is laid out in front of their eyes is only emptiness, emptiness, and endless emptiness.

I forgot which of "them" was the first to discover that I could see them, and so the ghosts swarmed.Those in modern attire are the most enthusiastic and sincere. They still have relatives alive, and they seem to want to use my mouth to convey their feelings to the living people.In contrast, those who looked like those in ancient times were less interested.There is no one they care about in this world anymore, everyone they know is dead, and like them, they have become ghosts wandering in the world.

However, I am just a child imprisoned in an orphanage, and the bricks and tiles of the orphanage are my whole world. I don't know what the traffic outside looks like, and how can I contact those who only exist in the mouths of the dead? What about the living strangers?So, in the face of those eager dead souls, I just shook my head again and again, watching the hope in their eyes gradually dim, until I turned away in disappointment.

I don't care about being a little special about myself.In the small jungle of the orphanage, there are many incomplete and strange little creatures.I'm good at hands and feet, it's really a blessing, why should I care about this little "eye disease"?

One day, a woman came to me.I dare say that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen so far. The mountains and rivers between her eyebrows and eyes are full of scenery, but she is full of sadness.She told me in an unbelievably gentle voice that her two children, like me, were also living in this orphanage.She is sorry for them, but she also misses them.Under her step-by-step guidance, I climbed the winding stairs, escaped the supervision of the nurse's aunt, and stopped while counting the rooms.I opened the door and went in, following the woman's instructions, and called out a nice and pleasant name: "Su Muqiu!"

He was still a boy looking back at me by the window, that was the first time I saw Su Muqiu.Behind him is a large expanse of golden sunset, which makes people want to run over and soak in it.He looked back at me in the sunset, holding his sleeping sister in his arms.They were all covered with a layer of gold, like a statue on an altar, and like a shining miracle.

Su Mucheng has always believed that their mother has been talking to their brothers and sisters through me, conveying her regret and longing to them.I didn't expect that Su Muqiu would always believe it or not.Years later, I still feel hurt by it.

Su Muqiu raised his eyes and stared at me with a pair of wet eyes.As soon as I saw those eyes, I lost my temper instantly.He always knew what to do with me.He asked again: "Does Mucheng know what I have...? Don't tell her yet."

I pursed my lips, unable to bear it for a moment.

"She already knew... she already knew," I replied.There was a moment of silence, as if a desert had grown between the two of us.I then asked, "Mu Qiu, do you still remember what happened?"

"I was walking on the road just now, and then..." He frowned, with a look of pain in his eyes, "I heard a sudden brake. I was weightless and in pain, and then I went to the balcony of your house. "

Just now.

I blinked.

He came back from that summer—the summer when all of our youth ended.

"Do you know what year it is?"

Following my gestures, he turned his head to look at the calendar I hung behind the door.Under the bustling scene of the galloping golden tiger, four cruel numbers are written brightly: 2022.

Even 2022 has come to an end. The summer of 2015 has long passed.

I hate to think about that summer.That was originally our era - Su Muqiu and Ye Xiu signed a contract with Excellent Era, and became professional players as they wished; I also survived many difficulties, got the admission letter from Z University, and finally returned to Hangzhou to be with the Su brothers and sisters Reunion.Getting rid of the hateful orphanage, getting rid of the nagging grandpa, getting rid of poverty and displacement, it seems that we are about to enter the golden age of our life.Everything was looking the best, until the harsh screeching of the brakes, all expectations were shattered, and everyone's youth was over.Su Muqiu died on the spot. When we rushed to the scene, Mucheng frantically rushed towards her brother in a pool of blood, while I searched for traces of him among the living and undead.His soul left his body, his body was burned to the ground by raging flames, and his name was written off in the household register.But I never found a trace of his ghost.His mother decided to set out to find him, and to find his spirit in every corner of the world.I never thought that the dead souls who have passed away can have such abundant tears and courage.

And the person we have been searching for for seven years now appears on my balcony with a bang, still the same as when he died, innocent and innocent, knowing nothing.

As a ghost, he has just arrived and is not used to everything. I taught him some travel methods and basic rules, and he learned it seriously.After learning almost, he asked about Ye Xiu and Mucheng's recent situation. I thought it was a long story, so I decided to contact Ye Xiu and the others first, and take Su Muqiu to Hangzhou tomorrow.In the past seven years, they have been professional players in the sky, while I am a nerd working behind closed doors. I have gradually lost contact with them, but they all know that I am still looking for Su Muqiu's ghost.Ye Xiu said that he didn't believe me, and insisted that I was over-stimulated and broke my head, but I knew he hoped that what I said was true.He is a very conflicted person.In comparison, Mucheng is much purer.Mucheng never doubted me, she believed that I would be able to find her brother.I finally lived up to her trust.

In front of Su Muqiu, I opened my laptop and double-clicked to open the chatter.Because I haven't logged in for too long, even the system has forgotten my password.I quickly found Ye Xiu and Mucheng from the few contacts I had.Mucheng's avatar was dusty, Ye Xiu was online, but Do Not Disturb was set.

I knocked on Ye Xiu's avatar, and in the system cache, his avatar was still a fiery red maple leaf.Unexpectedly, when I opened the dialog box, Vientiane was updated, his avatar became ugly default, and his nickname changed from "One Autumn Leaf" to "Jun Moxiao".

"Jun Moxiao?" Su Muqiu was stunned for a moment, "Is he playing this account now?"

"This matter... is more complicated, and I will let him explain it to you later." I hesitated to speak.It's not that I don't know about Ye Xiu's retirement a while ago, but at that time I was so busy preparing for the public class that I was so busy that I didn't have time to ask my relatives.After I finished the work at hand, Ye Xiu had already opened a new account on the new server, and started all over again, so I was embarrassed to inquire again.

I asked Ye Xiu, "Are you there?" Even I found this opening statement boring and old-fashioned.

It took a long time for Ye Xiu to reply me: "Just now I am downloading a dungeon, what is it?"

"Something, take the video."

Before Ye Xiu could reply, I made a video call to kill him.The video was switched on, and Ye Xiu on the other side of the screen looked a little tired.After graduating from graduate school, I never saw him again.Unlike Mucheng who often shows his face in public, Ye Xiu always hides behind the scenes because of his ID card.He's a little fatter than I thought.Perhaps because of the cigarette in his mouth, he spoke vaguely: "It's late at night, what's the matter?"

I cut straight to the point: "I found Su Muqiu."

Ye Xiu was silent for several seconds.In this quiet silence, I saw him slowly reach out to take the cigarette out of his mouth and press it in the ashtray.He came back to his senses, as if he didn't know why he had to blow out the cigarette, so he took out another cigarette from his coat pocket in a daze, and tremblingly wanted to light it with a lighter, but he didn't light it. .

"Miss Gu, thank you for reminding me that today is the winter solstice. The game of pretending to be a ghost is not over yet?"

It still has a slightly teasing tone, but his voice is slightly astringent, with seven years of grievances and sadness.He wants everything I say to be true, and I know that.

"He was a little surprised to see you using Lord Grim." I ignored Ye Xiu's teasing, and turned to look at Su Muqiu beside him, "But he looks quite happy."

Ye Xiu finally lit a cigarette. He held the cigarette with his slender and attractive fingers, but fell into deep thought while facing me on the screen.He had dark circles under his eyes, and his expression was tired and lazy. I knew that this 25-year-old had just experienced a major change in his life.I tried to see through the puffy and fair young man in front of me, his vigorous appearance, but I failed.The mottled traces of time cannot be concealed, Ye Xiu is no longer the Ye Xiu of seven years ago, just as Gu Xihua is no longer the Gu Xihua of seven years ago, let alone Xiao Qing of more than ten years ago.

I suddenly felt that Su Muqiu was lucky.If you die, you will die cleanly that summer, without knowing anything, and you don't have to live through the seven years of not dying or living.

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The author has something to say: Although the story happened on the winter solstice of 2022, I still had a passion for it on the winter solstice of 2021 (狗头)

This is a story that should have been written in early 2019, yet, yet.

All in all, everyone has been waiting for a long time!Let's fire the first shot in 2022!Welcome back Brother Umbrella!

2021.12.21

2022.01.10: Fix an age bug.Brother San and Xihua were both born in 1996, and Brother San passed away in the summer of 2015, when he and Xihua were still 18 years old; but to be precise, Brother San came back after seven and a half years away, this story It was already December 2022 when it happened, and Xihua had already passed his 12th birthday, so he can no longer be called 26 years old...Ye Shen was born in 25, so it doesn't matter. (Why do I always have to struggle with some weird details)