Delicate beauty gets entangled by paranoia

Extra episode of "The Yin Kid in the Dream"

"You take this form to pay the fee, and you can go through the discharge procedures."

The middle-aged male doctor in a white coat handed the list to Song Yanchen who was lying on the hospital bed, and gave some instructions in a low voice.

Song Yanchen limply leaned on the back of the hospital bed, and nodded silently when he heard the doctor's order.

The sunlight outside the window shines into the house through the glass, and the mottled light hits the white quilt, bringing a bit of warmth.

Song Yanchen's entire figure was bathed in the sun, as if covered with a layer of pure white gauze, his already fair face became even more porcelain white, looking like an angel who had been kissed by God landed in the world.

Seeing the back of the doctor leaving, Song Yanchen raised his leg and lifted off the bedding, stepped into the slippers with bare feet, and started to pack the things he needed to prepare for leaving the hospital.

everything is over.

Song Yanchen looked a little dazed.

A few days ago, he heard the police tell him that the murderer died suddenly in the prison. Surveillance showed that he died suddenly in his sleep and never woke up again.

Song Yanchen's heart beat wildly when he heard this, and he thought of that mysterious guy almost immediately.

But he still doesn't understand...

Why has it been so long, and the other party still hasn't come back to look for him.

Song Yanchen's brows were a little sad, and his heart felt like being stabbed by a knife.

Obviously...

He said he would definitely come back.

Thinking of this, Song Yanchen almost burst into tears.

He struggled to tidy up his chaotic thoughts, then went into the toilet and changed his hospital clothes, and was about to start the discharge procedures for himself.

As soon as Song Yanchen walked out of the toilet, he suddenly found that all his unpacked luggage had been packed and stuffed into a suitcase, and even the quilt on his bed had been folded into tofu cubes.

"......" Song Yanchen's right eyelid twitched slightly, and he looked in the direction of the door with some uncertainty.

He hurriedly opened the door, looked at the crowd passing by outside the door, hurriedly stopped a nurse who was about to change the patient's dressing, pointed to his ward, and hurriedly asked, "Who came into this room just now?" Is there a room?"

Song Yanchen stayed in the hospital for a while, and the nurse also knew him, and said patiently, "No, I've been here all the time, I didn't seem to see anyone go in just now."

Song Yanchen was in a daze for a moment, and after saying a word of thanks in a low voice, he trembled uncontrollably.

yes.....

is it him......

Song Yanchen's fingertips couldn't stop shaking, and his heart seemed to break through the restraint of his ribs and jump out of his chest cavity.

Song Yanchen didn't have time to think about it, and hurried back to the ward, trying to find any clues about the man.

The room was still silent, only the warm wind outside the window was blowing into the room, raising a corner of the curtain.

Song Yanchen's heartbeat became faster and faster, his lips moved, he opened them with difficulty, and his breathing began to become unbearable, ".....is that you?..."

".....You are back, right?...."

Song Yanchen stood there in a daze for a full minute without feeling any signs of trouble.

The flame he finally rekindled was like being poured with cold water, and it was extinguished again. Even the emotions he had suppressed for a long time were like broken strings at this moment. The face burst into tears.

"...why are you crying?"

The door of the room was quietly opened from the outside, and a black figure slowly appeared at the door, holding a payment slip in his hand.

Song Yanchen shuddered when he heard the sound, and suddenly turned his head to look at the source of the sound, his pupils trembling uncontrollably.

The man smiled slightly, his eyes fixed on his bride's face.

"I am back."

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"Grandpa, grandpa, are there really ghosts in this world? If people become ghosts after they die, then so many people will die in the world, why do you seldom hear people say ghosts?"

The old man rubbed his grandson's hair.

"When a person dies, he becomes a ghost, when a ghost dies, he turns into a ghost, when a ghost dies, he turns into hope, and when he dies, he becomes a barbarian. After the barbarian dies, he becomes completely nothingness and disappears into the world. Humans and ghosts, as well as others, have barriers that do not affect each other, and cannot establish a connection. , so of course it is impossible for a living person to collide with a ghost."

Listening to the story told by the grandfather, the child didn't understand and asked again, "Under what circumstances does that person see ghosts?"

The old man sighed, "On the verge of dying..."

As he spoke, the old man paused, "Or you can have a yin kiss, where a relationship is formed between humans and ghosts, and the living can see ghosts, but the yin kiss is a lie of evil spirits stealing incense, and the living people who are contracted to have a yin kiss will disappear immediately after death." in the world, and evil spirits can live forever in the world.”

"Then what if the ghost falls in love with a human? Can he become a human again?" the child asked again.

The old man was silent for a moment, and said earnestly, "...it is possible...but that ghost will have to suffer through the eighteen levels of hell..."

"Are the eighteen hells terrible?" The child's world is full of truth, goodness and beauty. He blinked, and he didn't even know what punishment the eighteen hells would experience.

The old man looked at the good-looking grandson with innocent eyes, and he was unwilling to introduce the inhumane punishment in detail. Instead, he said slowly, "Let's put it this way, the eighteen levels of hell are equivalent to eighteen different punishments. layer, the punishment time will be multiplied by a constant multiple...."

"Assuming that the punishment time of the first layer is 1 years, then No.18 layer is 13 billion years, and there is a very important information difference, that is, the calculation method of a day in hell is different from that of the human world. The first layer One day of hell is 1072 years in the human world, and the second layer is 3750 years, and the time of each layer is also superimposed."

"The suffering of these eighteen levels of hell is already equivalent to eternity."

"Wow... After so long, isn't it true that after the ghost turns into a human, the living person will have died long ago?"

"If there is a ghost who can do it, he has already broken the rules and is out of the world..." The old man smiled, "Besides, he has gone through so much suffering just to become a human again. What the hell would do that..."

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"I can't walk anymore..." Song Yanchen leaned on a crutch specially designed for climbing mountains, panting and looking at the man standing beside him who was not blushing and heartbeating, his eyes were full of envy.

"...You are really not tired at all..."

When the man heard the old and the young who were sitting next to him chatting about ghosts in a low voice, his eyes glanced over vaguely, and then quickly retracted, without much emotion in his eyes.

His gaze fell firmly on Song Yanchen, he took the crutch in his hand, squatted down, his tone was very light, but full of caring and tenderness, "Come on my back, I will carry you."

Song Yanchen looked around in a panic, his face flushed immediately, he leaned down a little embarrassed, and whispered, "...so many people, they will be laughed at..."

As he said that, Song Yanchen blinked his eyes and said distressedly, "And you are no longer a ghost, you will definitely be tired."

The man reached out and pinched his face, "I recite mine, they laugh at theirs, without interfering with each other."

Seeing the baby's pitiful little expression, the man felt distressed, "I'm not tired at all, if I am, I'll let you down, okay?"

Song Yanchen really hesitated, he lowered his eyebrows in thought, still a little unwilling to be tired by men.

But the latter quickly picked him up horizontally, and was about to carry him forward.

Sure enough, the man's sudden movement quickly attracted the attention of passers-by who also came to climb the mountain.

Song Yanchen was so frightened that he grabbed the man's arm with one hand, then blushed suddenly, and couldn't help but hit him with his hands, and hurriedly said, "I promise you! Let me down quickly, and everyone else will see it. "

The man complied, and Song Yanchen reluctantly climbed onto the man's back, letting him carry him on his back.

"...Am I heavy..." Song Yanchen lay on the man's shoulder and couldn't help but open his lips to ask.

"It's not heavy, it's very light..." The man carried Song Yanchen on his back, his breathing was still steady, and his speed didn't slow down at all, it looked like it was effortless.

Song Yanchen let out an "oh", clinging to the man, and even took out the small electric fan in his pocket, blowing air on the man's neck.

Feeling the coolness, the man turned his head and glanced at Song Yanchen, "I'll cook you more delicious food when I get back, you're too light."

Song Yanchen rubbed the man's shoulder, nodded sullenly, "Okay."

As he said that, Song Yanchen couldn't help rambling, "They all said that as long as they climbed to the top of the mountain, they would be able to see the sky full of stars at night, especially in the early morning tomorrow when there will be a sunrise... ..."

The man listened to the chatter of the person behind him, echoed from time to time, and listened carefully most of the time.

After talking for an unknown amount of time, Song Yanchen finally got tired of talking. He obediently lay behind the other party, feeling the man's heartbeat.

Suddenly, Song Yanchen seemed to have discovered something, and asked in surprise, "Why is your heart beating so fast even though you're not panting? You..."

are you tired?

Before Song Yanchen could finish speaking, the man interrupted him suddenly, "Because I love you."

Why is your heart beating so fast?

Because I love you.

Song Yanchen's expression was stifled, and his face burst into red again. His whole body was like a ripe tomato, so red that it was about to melt.

He suddenly buried his head into the man's neck again, and immediately turned into a turtle with a shrunken head.

The man chuckled, and walked forward with his shy bride on his back.

I don't know how long it took, and the man's affectionate confession came from the man's ear.

"....I love you too."

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"Beauty and the Beast"

"I'm dying of laughter, you are so poor and smell like fish, how dare you write a love letter to the school belle?"

"That's right, don't piss and shine on your face, do you deserve it?"

"What are you staring at, I can kill you with one fist."

As soon as Song Yanchen approached the toilet, he vaguely heard a burst of cursing and even punching and kicking from the men's toilet.

Startled, he slammed open the toilet door and yelled, "What are you doing!"

In the bathroom, five boys who didn't even wear school uniforms surrounded another boy who was wearing a school uniform in a corner.

In the toilet that was already full of stench, the boy squatted on the floor that might have been splashed by urine, mixed with his stains, like the waste that just came out of the trash can, and he couldn’t help but look at it It makes people frown.

The boys in the toilet probably didn't expect this point, and someone would come, panic flashed in their eyes, but when they saw Song Yanchen's small body, they immediately stiffened again.

"Don't mind your own business! Just stay and go!"

"If you are looking for trouble, believe it or not, some of us will beat you up together!"

Song Yanchen's face turned pale, and he glanced at the victim who couldn't see his face clearly. His heart throbbed and he clenched his fists, "Let me tell you, I told the teacher before I came in. If you don't stop, Later, I will have good fruit for you to eat."

As soon as Song Yanchen said this, the arrogance of the man who was still arrogant just now weakened again.

One of them leaned on the other's ear and said something, and then they checked each other's eyes, and they really believed in Song Yanchen's nonsense just now.

Before walking out of the toilet, several people gave Song Yanchen a reluctant look, and threatened again.

"You wait for me!!"

Song Yanchen realized what he had just done belatedly after the few of them walked far away, and his face turned pale again.

His fingers were trembling in embarrassment and hopelessness, and his heart was beating wildly at this moment.

Help......

What did he... just do...?

Song Yanchen's lips and teeth twitched, and his whole body seemed to be stretched at this moment, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground, making a loud "bang".

Immediately, Song Yanchen cried "wow" in fright.

It's over, they will definitely bully him with him in the future.

At this moment, the boy in the corner also stood up slowly, and his dark eyes fell heavily on Song Yanchen.

Even though half of his face was covered by red paint, it still couldn't conceal the boy's ugly and ferocious facial features that seemed to have been burned by a raging fire.

The boy's eyes were scarlet, and he looked at Song Yanchen with a dark color of paranoia and madness, like an evil ghost begging for his life, with an indescribably strange feeling.

"Ah ah ah --------"

The moment Song Yanchen saw the boy's face clearly, he was obviously also frightened. He squatted on the ground and trembled uncontrollably, and let out a horrified scream.

The boy's gaze was fixed on Song Yanchen, his scorching gaze almost tore Song Yanchen into his stomach.

The moment he saw Song Yanchen's tears, the boy's face suddenly became bewildered and flustered. He hurried forward, wanting to touch Song Yanchen's fair and delicate skin with his dirty hands.

Unexpectedly, Song Yanchen's reaction became more and more intense. He hugged his head violently and curled up into a ball, almost crying while shouting, "...Ahhh, you, don't come here...ahhh-- ---"

The boy's hands froze in the air, like a despicable clown, his face couldn't hide his disappointment, and his ferocious features seemed to be grinding his teeth.

Seeing the boy's fear of his own reaction, the boy's heart was like a dirty rag that was twisted tightly, dry and wrinkled, he opened his mouth with difficulty, "...don't, don't be afraid of me...."

Unexpectedly, when the boy said this, Song Yanchen cried even harder. He kept swinging his arms to keep the other party away from him, tears streaming down his face, "It's all your fault, they will definitely Will bully me too..."

Just thinking about being splashed with paint and being blocked in the toilet in the future, Song Yanchen couldn't help crying sour tears, and even cried louder and louder.

The boy stared at Song Yanchen's pale and fragile neck, his eyes flickered slightly, and an undetectable emotion flashed across his heart as if he had been precisely sniped.

His Adam's apple rolled, and a hoarse and bark-like voice squeezed out of his throat, "...I, I will protect you..."

Song Yanchen covered his face with his hands. When he heard the boy's words, he trembled his lips. Through his fingers, his moist eyes looked at the guy in front of him who had an ugly face like a monster.

As if he was sure that the other party would not hurt him, Song Yanchen wiped away his tears, his expression still aggrieved.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the red paint on the boy's face that was about to drip into his clothes. Song Yanchen paused, put his hand into his pocket, took out his handkerchief, and handed it to the boy, his voice still crying.

"...you, wipe your face..."

"......" The boy seemed to be locked in the joints, fixed in place, motionless, with a sluggish expression on his face, as if he was dreaming, and he didn't dare to reach out to take the handkerchief, for fear that he would find out in the end It's just my own illusory bubble.

Song Yanchen saw that he was stuck in place like a log, and threw the handkerchief into the boy's hand, and said weakly, "...don't look at me with such eyes..."

Weird, weird...

Song Yanchen added silently in his heart.

The boy trembled all over, as if he had been struck by lightning, he caught the handkerchief, stood up in horror, took a step back, trembling uncontrollably as if possessed by an evil spirit.

Song Yanchen looked at his strange reaction, a little inexplicably strange, just about to call out to him, "You..."

What’s wrong with you.....

Before Song Yanchen finished speaking, the boy seemed to be stimulated, and rushed out of the toilet like a great escape in the last days.

A gust of wet and cold air suddenly blew in from outside the door, seeping into Song Yanchen's skin, and Song Yanchen who was sitting on the ground also trembled all over.

How did he run away...

Song Yanchen stared helplessly, his slender eyelashes fluttered up and down with light and shadow.

Song Yanchen didn't think much, stood up with difficulty, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand.

Just as he was about to go out, Yu Guang suddenly noticed the nameplate that the boy had dropped on the ground when he ran out just now.

Song Yanchen paused, glanced at the direction of the exit, and picked up the nameplate.

【Fu Luyuan, Class [-], Senior Three】

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The boy ran a long way, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, he tried hard to calm down his chaotic breathing rhythm, but his mouth still couldn't stop the trembling, choking breathing sound.

The five people who had been waiting for a long time surrounded him again from the corner as if they were watching a good show when the boy ran out, holding sticks in their hands and showing malicious smiles.

The boy paused slightly and took a step back.

The five immediately formed a circle, encircling them to death.

"Tsk, let me see where you are going this time..."

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The next day, early in the morning.

"Really, is it true that someone died?"

"Really, I heard that the body is lying in the grove of the school."

"Damn it! I said why the school was suddenly closed and the teachers were called to a meeting. It turned out to be such a thing."

Song Yanchen listened to the whispers of the people around him, his expression was still a little dazed, and he peeked left and right.

What's the situation?

"Looks like he was in our third year of high school, and I don't know how he died," someone beside him couldn't help but began to add.

"It is said that it was discovered this morning. I guess it died last night, and it was only discovered today," another person began to interject.

Song Yanchen's brain was in chaos, and an indescribable chill spread from his skin to the bottom of his heart.

Senior year....Last night....

Could it be the boy from yesterday? .....

Song Yanchen's pupils dilated, and his breathing began to be inexplicably short.

He touched his accelerating heartbeat with one hand, and subconsciously reached into his pocket with the other hand, grabbing the nameplate he picked up yesterday.

He took a deep breath.

It shouldn't be such a coincidence......

Seeing the people around chatting in full swing, Song Yanchen became more and more intense, he finally couldn't help it, and hurriedly interjected, "Then do you know what that person's name is?"

The people next to him were a little surprised that Song Yanchen would be interested in this, but he continued truthfully, "I don't know, the school seems to have blocked the information."

Song Yanchen said 'thank you', and suddenly stopped.

But his uneasiness did not diminish because of this, but intensified, and his two legs couldn't help shaking.

After a moment of silence, he raised his hand again and began to ask for instructions, "Squad leader, I want to go to the bathroom."

After getting permission, Song Yanchen hurriedly got up, clutched the nameplate in his pocket, and subconsciously walked towards the stairs. He was going to pretend to go to the toilet. After passing the fourth shift, he glanced at the Are boys there?

".....where did you go...."

Unexpectedly, as soon as Song Yanchen reached the stairs, a hoarse and insatiable voice suddenly appeared from behind him.

Song Yanchen was shocked, and suddenly turned around to look behind him.

In the next second, he suddenly met a pair of cold, inorganic eyes, the owner of the eyes was the boy from yesterday.

Song Yanchen was overjoyed, his eyes widened.

"It's you."

The boy in front of him still looks dirty, but what is different from yesterday is that today he looks more gloomy than yesterday, his face is a bit too pale, just like a vampire, his whole body seems to be shrouded in darkness , even now there is a lingering shadow, and the overall feeling is very mournful.

Careful Song Yanchen even found that the boy's school uniform was still the same as yesterday's, and hadn't been changed at all.

The boy stared at Song Yanchen, like a pirate who discovered the treasure of a sunken ship, his eyes burst out with a frenzied and unconcealable excitement, and his facial features became distorted and paranoid.

Song Yanchen met the boy's eyes, was startled, and froze in place.

But the boy didn't seem to see Song Yanchen's embarrassment. He stiffly took out the handkerchief Song Yanchen handed him yesterday from his pocket. Imprints that have to be washed off.

"Thank...thank you..."

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