Museum of the Dead

one year later.

It's hot, but those who should go to work still have to go to work.

Fei Yan happened to be stuck at the rush hour in the morning, and was squeezed into sardines in a can by a group of middle-aged men who smelled of sweat.

Coincidentally, the phone vibrated at this moment, rubbing against the thigh through a thin layer of cloth, making it itchy.

Fei Yan moved his backpack up, and took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket while the driver was waiting for the red light.

"Hello." The young man's voice was like a cool breeze under the scorching summer sun, calming everyone's restless hearts.

"Well, I see, on the way." Fei Yan hung up the phone, just as the bus started to drive.

He is now a freelance writer for a news agency. The salary is not high, but fortunately it is something he likes.After the bus arrived at the stop, many people got off, Fei Yan breathed a sigh of relief, moved back, and finally the surrounding air became clearer.

Outside the window is a green belt with a banner of "Building a Civilized City".

Fei Yan was in a daze. He had a busy and fulfilling life this year. During the day, he interviewed people from different social classes and identities, and at night he compiled materials and wrote press releases.

The manuscript also attracted more or less attention. This kind of life is much more interesting than following celebrities day and night.

But there are also times of loss.

In the dead of night, when he was tossing and turning in bed with insomnia, Fei Yan always felt empty in his heart. He... seemed to have forgotten something, something.

Those strange things, such as the hairless cat he chose inexplicably, the unbalanced heartbeat when he saw some ghost symbols.

And recently... For a month in a row, he dreamed of the same person.

The man with his back to him has long hair surrounded by a hazy light.

Fei Yan wanted to ask him, who he was and why he appeared in his dream, but every time he took the first step, the dream woke up.

Every time Fei Yan woke up, his face was wet. He didn't understand why he was crying, why he was showing inexplicable sadness.

He thought it was due to stress, so he also saw a psychiatrist, but the results were all normal.

Fei Yan sighed at the red slogan, who are you... and where are you?Did I... forget you?

A female voice came from the car: "The next stop is Jiefang Road. Passengers who want to get off should stand at the back door in advance."

As soon as the car door opened, Fei Yan got off.

Today he is going to interview a deaf-mute couple, for which he specially learned some simple sign language.After a whole day's work, although he was tired, he also gained a lot.

There are fireworks in the alley on the way home.Porcelain bowls and iron spoons clinked with each other, various dinners were placed on the stalls, and supper was also put out. A big fan was placed next to it, and there was a mixed smell of cumin and pepper.

"Boss!" Fei Yan sat down, relaxing his sore legs.

"Okay! A bowl of beef noodles, no green onions or coriander, right!" the boss greeted, pulling the noodles and preparing to throw them into the pot.

"Yes." Fei Yan rested his chin, took out his mobile phone, and waited for dinner while replying to WeChat messages.

In about 10 minutes, a bowl of steaming beef noodles was served.

Fei Yan thanked him, finished a big bowl in a few minutes, scanned the QR code to pay, exchanged some pleasantries, and went home.

He is now used to paying with WeChat, and he doesn't know why. Before that, he used Alipay or cash.

These inexplicable habits and ideas always pop up at the first time, Fei Yan is no stranger to it now, is it... related to that person?

……

As the sun gradually set, Fei Yan slowed down and walked on the road that he had walked for a year.

There was a turning in front of him, and Fei Yan turned left as usual, but he didn't see what he usually saw—he didn't see his own house, but saw a puff of gray smoke.

what happened?this scene...

Fei Yan has always been very timid, but this time he walked forward unexpectedly.

Then a gust of wind blew away the mist, and then he saw a building with the words - Museum of the Dead.

Even though it was the first time seeing him, Fei Yan felt extremely familiar, as if he had lived here before.

Gradually approaching, two figures loomed at the door.

Fei Yan continued to walk forward and found that it was a man and a woman, both of them were handsome, but they were all dressed in black and looked a bit gloomy.

"Hi, long time no see!" the man said, his peach blossom eyes rippling, "Why are you getting fatter?"

The man's words sounded like old friends who haven't seen each other for a long time, but Fei Yan had never seen these two people before, so he asked politely: "We... know each other?"

The man sighed: "Sure enough..." Then he said to the woman next to him, "Boss will face this bad news just after waking up, so he won't just pass out!"

The woman gave him a blank look, ignored him, and said directly to Fei Yan, "Follow us."

In such a scene, Fei Yan should have turned his head and ran away immediately, but now he followed the two with firm steps, and he had no medicine or threat.

Because he had a hunch that there was something he wanted in it—something that had been entangled with him all the time this year, but he still couldn't think of it.

Fei Yan followed, but there was always a distance.After walking for an unknown amount of time, another gust of wind blew in. Fei Yan covered his eyes and waited for the wind to stop. After he put down his hands, he realized that the man and woman had disappeared.

A person gradually walked in the thick fog.

Fei Yan's eyes gradually widened. This man was also wearing black clothes, his facial features could not be seen clearly, and he had long hair.

The man kept staring at him, walked towards him, and finally stopped half a meter away.

Fei Yan finally saw his face clearly, handsome, stiff, pale, with the smell of recovering from a serious illness, he was a person he had never seen before.

The man looked at him for half a minute, and finally spoke, his voice was low and pleasant, with a hint of hoarseness: "Hello, my name is Yin Lu'an."

Although it was a cold voice, Fei Yan could hear a little tenderness.

He was stunned for a while, then stretched out his hand, and said solemnly: "A good name...it really is different from ordinary people."

Yin Luan laughed, and looked deeply at Fei Yan: "You really... haven't changed at all." Then he took Fei Yan's outstretched hand, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

Fei Yan was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe. He could feel the strong heartbeat of the other party, which vibrated on his body through his chest and clothes, and even his own heart rate became unbalanced.

But he didn't push the other party away for a long time, neither dared nor wanted to, only reminded in a low voice, "Mr. Yin?"

Yin Lu'an still didn't let go of him, but hugged him even tighter, as if he would disappear as soon as he let go.

Fei Yan didn't speak anymore, the person in front of him looked very fragile, besides, he is a big man, can he lose a few catties if he is hugged, or what?

With this in mind, Fei Yan was dragged into the museum in a daze, and started a depraved life.

He asked for leave at work, and the excuse he gave himself was: he found a material and needed to experience it with his heart.

At this time, the "material" is making soup for himself.

Yin Luan put the pot on the table, "Can't you remember?"

Fei Yan focused all his attention on the delicious soup, swallowed and said, "I'm sorry... I may need time."

Seeing his gluttonous appearance, Yin Luan was amused, "Forget it, don't worry, drink the soup first."

"Uh-huh."

Fei Yan was crammed like this for several months, and Yin Luan would tell him some past events every night, and some sporadic fragments gradually recovered.

one night.

Yin Lu An hugged Fei Yan and lay on the bed with his head buried in his neck. Fei Yan was itchy, pushed his head away and asked, "Then how did you get here this year?"

Yin Luan hugged him: "It was put in a coffin-like thing, and it took a whole year to gather. When I opened the vortex forcibly, you didn't collect the last undead, so I took my soul as the last one." , I thought to myself that if it didn’t work out, the two of you would be out of your wits, and it would be considered perfect for each other. But fortunately, you survived.”

Fei Yan held his hand.

Yin Luan's warm kiss fell on his hand, and continued: "The reason why I have confidence is because I know that Tianling and Amber will help me collect the broken souls, and they will help me restore my human form. besides--"

"I believe in you, no matter what happens, you will be waiting for me."

Fei Yan's eyes were moist, and he turned around and hugged him.

He stroked Yin Luan's long hair down, his voice choked up, "Thank you for your hard work. The rest... I will think about it carefully."

Yin Luan kissed his forehead, "No rush."

The two embraced each other and fell asleep, having a good night's dream.

But what Fei Yan didn't know was that during the year Yin Lu was in the coffin, he went through countless hardships and pains to cultivate his human form, and as a price, his infinite lifespan became limited.

But that's okay, from now on, after a hundred years, he and Fei Yan will return to the underworld, and they will continue to reincarnate from generation to generation, but they will still remember each other.

……

half year later.

On the plane, Fei Yan felt a little airsick and leaned on the arm of the person next to him.

The man next to him covered most of his face with a hat, and asked worriedly, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Fei Yan shook his head: "It's okay...but if I knew it earlier, I would ask Tianling for some medicine. I'll give you a hundred and eighty pills. I won't be afraid of flying in the future."

The man is naturally the former curator who has resigned from the museum—Yin Luan.He frowned and said, "No, this medicine affects ordinary people, so don't take it indiscriminately."

Fei Yan pouted, "Who wants you to get married..."

Yin Luan looked at the dazzling ring in his hand, and ruthlessly pierced him: "You still chose this ring..."

Fei Yan: "..."

Having been punctured, Fei Yan's face still hasn't returned to the way it was before. He covered his mouth with red ears, and forced to change the subject: "Where's Tianling? How are you doing recently?"

"He's the curator now, so he's probably quite busy." Although Yin Lu'an's tone was flat, he could clearly hear gloating, "It's okay, Amber will help him, and he will be a little more relaxed."

"It really is miserable—" Fei Yan was suddenly interrupted by the man behind him——

"What's the matter!" The man behind him flashed so suddenly that Fei Yan jumped up from his seat in fright.

"Tianling!" Fei Yan was surprised, "Why are you here? Shouldn't you still be in the museum? Where's Amber? Did she come too?"

"She's sleeping!" Tianling stretched out her hand with a proud face, "How is it? Is it bigger than yours?"

Fei Yan: "..."

"Comparisons are the devil."

Even so, Yin Lu An clearly saw the envious look in Fei Yan's eyes - he didn't know why a man would be interested in this kind of shiny glass.

But on the day of the wedding, Fei Yan still received the wedding ring——

Under the wedding ring the size of a pigeon egg, there was a line of small characters printed on velvet: seven days, eternal love, life after life, never changing.

The author has something to say: the text ends here.

Regarding the extra episode, I don't know what to write... By the way, what do you want to see? ? ?You can bring it up!

This book has run naked from the first day of the new year to the present, it is really... exciting.

After I finished, I made a small summary. Some readers said that my character design is not plump enough. In this regard, I think that people’s personalities may be complicated and diverse, but this is not the reason for my messy writing... babe~~~~

In fact, I have always wanted to write a pure love campus essay, and I will write it well in the next one (I don’t dare to run naked anymore, my hair is about to fall out...)

Thanks to the little angels who have always been with me and encouraged me, and thanks to my wife who has encouraged me who is so cool!Thanks everyone, see you next time!