The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

[Ghost life rule one - see a woman in a red robe, never get close. ]

That year, after the college entrance examination ended, Meng Qinglang received the most important notice in his life.

The crazy summer sun was baking the earth. Meng Qinglang was tightly wrapped in a yellow uniform with the "Star Takeaway" logo printed on the back. Sweat covered his face, neck, and clothes. The printed notice gradually soaked.

[Physical examination report, doctor's diagnosis suggestion, advanced gastric cancer, hospitalization. 】

Meng Qinglang felt dizzy, wiped his forehead, his fingers were cold, put the list in his pocket and went to return the electric car first.

The thick yellow coat was taken off, and the sweat-drenched black short sleeves were tightly attached to his body, making him look thinner. Meng Qinglang glanced at the coat, rolled it up and threw it into the passing trash can, and sat on the station chair waiting for the bus. , staring blankly at the road.

The No. 5 bus came and left again. Meng Qinglang took out his phone, and there were two new WeChat messages——

【Tomorrow, the dance academy will recruit students!Sign up now for [-]% off!

Special training class: specially prepared for next year's art candidates.

Intensive class: ...

National dance class: ...

……

Repeat class: old students who participated in the special training class last year can register at half price with last year's payment slip! !

Today's sweat creates tomorrow's dream!come on! 】

[Hello, I am Teacher Zhang from Tomorrow Dance Academy, and I still have three 100 discount places for repeat classes. If you confirm the registration now, I can leave it to you~

For the dream, another year is worth it ヾ(*><*)! 】

Meng Qinglang deleted the contact, took out the diagnosis notice and read it from beginning to end. Suddenly, his chest burned with anger, and he tore it into pieces and threw it out.

For three years in junior high school and three years in high school, he spent all his time working part-time to earn money under the pressure of his studies. He passed out in the art test and a death notice in the future... His life has been quite colorful...

A gust of hot wind blew, and the scraps of paper scattered on the ground fluttered. Meng Qinglang bent down to pick up pieces and threw them into the "recyclable trash bin".

"Welcome to take the circular tour bus of City Y."

When the No. 134 bus stopped in front of him, Meng Qinglang froze for a moment, swiped his bus card, and sat in the first row of the second floor with the best view.

City Y is surrounded by the sea. When the wind is strong, the waves can be photographed on the road. It is a famous tourist city in China. Ever since his parents passed away at the age of seven, Meng Qinglang enjoyed the beautiful scenery here for the first time.

As the sky was getting dark, Meng Qinglang got off the car at the Wave Square, and sat on the edge of the square with his legs inserted into the fence, with his back to the crowd, letting the waves roll under his feet. The more Lang cried, the more he felt that he was the "little cabbage" sung in the song, and his shoulders shook more and more loudly when he cried.

"Mom, why is that brother crying?"

"Maybe I lost my way, the location is outside—"

"Hold Mommy's hand!"

"Good~"

Meng Qinglang felt the phone vibrating in his pocket. This was a new model bought by his cousin from Apple. The screen was cracked at a corner of the model two years ago, which did not affect its use.

WeChat message.

【Prince: Come to the pavilion, I'll wait for you. 】

Meng Qinglang sobbed twice, sucking back the snot that was about to flow.

[Lang Li: I'm not going, I'm busy. 】

【Prince: Waiting for you. 】

His only friend has always been a person who can't understand people's words.

There are three reasons why they can become friends: they are in the same class since childhood; Meng Qinglang's parents have just left, so he is not in the mood to make friends; no one wants to be friends with Xi Yan.So when the first-grade teacher assigned the group homework of "observing the germination of seeds", the two children who had no friends got together and formed a "bad relationship".

Meng Qinglang felt that it was necessary to tell Xi Yan that he was about to die, in case Xi Yan repeated the study, he would have to find the experimental team again.

The sea breeze had already dried the tears while he was in a daze, and his face was wrinkled and uncomfortable. Meng Qinglang rubbed it hard and stood up. By the time he returned by bus, it was completely dark.

In Crescent Bay Community, Meng Qinglang went home first, washed his face and changed his clothes, Xi Yan was very sensitive, if he found out that he was crying, he would come here to ask for an explanation.

The sound of Meng Qinglang opening the door did not disturb Zhang Li, his aunt who was watching TV in the living room. Since his parents passed away, his uncle's family moved in and became his guardian. Meng Qinglang glanced at the messy living room. It didn't look like his childhood memory.

"Go wash the dishes first."

Meng Qinglang ignored her, went straight into the bathroom, locked the door, and soon her loud voice sounded outside the door.

"No ears or no hands?! You go crazy outside all day long, and when you come back, you will either shut yourself up in your room or have a bad face. Life is really good. We two old ones earn a day to support you and serve you, and we still owe you money." With you?! Will drag outsiders to the house to make trouble, no conscience dog thing!"

Ever since he asked his parents for compensation to learn dancing for the first time, their superficial relationship has also been torn apart. Meng Qinglang turned on the faucet and poured a handful of cold water on his face. As the cold water slipped by, Meng Qinglang shivered, and his stomach suddenly contracted and convulsed.

Meng Qinglang frowned and covered his stomach, spewing out a mouthful of blood, staining the entire pool red.

After vomiting several times in succession, his face turned pale quickly, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and the "buzzing" sound in his ears directly overwhelmed Zhang Li's abuse.

Meng Qinglang panted violently while holding his stomach, stared at the pool for a while, drained the blood, washed his face and rinsed his mouth again, opened the door, and Zhang Li continued to call him an "unfamiliar white-eyed wolf".

Meng Qinglang was in a daze and was irritated by her noise. Thinking of the torn death notice, he closed the door with a "bang" and said coldly, "Shut up."

Zhang Li's voice stopped abruptly. She sat on the sofa and looked up at Meng Qinglang's 1.8 meters tall, feeling oppressive.

Meng Qinglang wanted to go back to the house with a "bang", but unfortunately his hand was a little weak, and there was only a "click" sound of closing the door.

"Okay! You bully me when your uncle and brother are not at home, right?! You wait! I'll call your uncle right now and see if he comes back and doesn't beat you!"

Meng Qinglang's bedroom was converted from a cloakroom, and it was a bit stuffy. Meng Qinglang wiped off the water stains shirtless before changing into clean clothes.

The whole room only has a 0.8 single bed, a second-hand small wardrobe, and a desk with extremely poor lighting. On the desk is a family photo that will always stay at the age of seven, and the background is a neat living room.

Meng Qinglang suddenly remembered that the house was still under his name.

"I have worked so hard to raise you for ten years, and I care about what you eat and what you wear. Okay, when you grow up, your wings will become stiff, and you will scold your elders?!"

Yes, they are his only relatives in this world. They helped him organize the funeral of his parents, and raised him for more than ten years. They have lived together since they were seven years old, and they lived together in this house. City Y last year The house price has already reached [-] yuan, and it is impossible to afford it with his uncle's monthly salary of [-] yuan. If there is no such house, they may only be able to rent a house for a living.

Meng Qinglang touched the group photo. Since this is the case, he is going to die anyway. Why don't you donate this house, there seems to be an orphanage nearby...

"You wait! Wait for your uncle to come back and clean you up!"

Meng Qinglang didn't wait, he wiped his hair and went downstairs. In the small garden downstairs, Xi Yan sat in the pavilion with his face crossed and his legs crossed: "Oh, it's been an hour and a half, and you still know to come?"

"I said no."

"Okay! If you have the ability, don't come next time!"

"Okay, then don't wait."

"I..." Xi Yan's lips twitched and finally held back, angrily grabbed Meng Qinglang's hand, and stuffed a box in it: "Here, happy birthday."

Meng Qinglang looked at the palm-sized gray box in bewilderment.

Xi Yan frowned: "What?"

Meng Qinglang opened it, and it was a silver piglet with a black rope. He is a pig.

"I've forgotten it all."

"Tsk, thank God if you can remember to eat, have you had dinner yet?"

"have eaten."

"Liar."

"If you don't believe me, what are you asking?"

"Go, I will give you a supper today."

Meng Qinglang sat across from him: "Don't eat."

"Stomach pain?"

Meng Qinglang shook his head, the little pig was hung around his neck and stuffed into his clothes. The little pig had just touched the skin and was a little cold.

"Xi Yan..." Meng Qinglang paused for a little longer.

"What's wrong? Talk?"

Meng Qinglang looked at him, suddenly unable to speak.

"Which school do you want to apply for?"

"Whichever you sign up for, I will sign up for that."

It seems that Xi Yan and his study group are not going to break up.

"Evaluated?"

"No, anyway, the results will be out tomorrow."

Meng Qinglang estimated himself to be about 18% in the online book, which is quite high for an art student. Unfortunately, he couldn't walk the path of an art student. Looking back, his [-] years of life were all about earning money and practicing in addition to studying. Dance, busy and boring, not even holding the girl's little hand...

He glanced at his own hand. Among his peers, he should have only touched Xi Yan's hand. Thinking about it, he felt sad, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time came out again.

Xi Yan's voice was anxious: "Why are you crying, Zhang Li scolded you again? Just wait, I'll avenge you right now." After speaking, he was about to rush out.

Meng Qinglang hurriedly pulled him back, a burst of dizziness hit him, Meng Qinglang supported Xi Yancai with both hands to stabilize his body.

Xi Yan put his arms around his waist and let him lean on his body, frowning: "What's wrong? Did you go to the hospital?"

Meng Qinglang wanted to cry when he heard the word hospital, his whole body was weak, he let himself lean on Xi Yan, rubbed his head on his shoulder and changed the subject: "After today, I won't be eligible for puppy love."

Xi Yan patted him on the back habitually: "Then let's talk about it. Today's talk is considered puppy love."

Meng Qinglang laughed "hehe" so that his whole body was shaking, he stood up straight and raised his eyebrows to look at him with a smile: "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

Xi Yan looked at him like an idiot: "Of course I talk with my mouth."

Meng Qinglang smiled and nodded: "Okay, let's talk, talk about something?"

Xi Yan leaned over, tapped his lips lightly on his lips, and slowly stroked.

"..."

"???"

"!!!!!!!!!"

Meng Qinglang's head exploded, his mind was full of punctuation marks, so he perfectly missed the notification that sounded in his mind.

[It is detected that the Inheritance God of Hell has reached adulthood, the Hell Management System is turned on, beep—alarm, life energy is insufficient, only the basic panel is turned on, and the Meng Po system is turned on. 】

Meng Qinglang didn't know if he had received too much shock, but felt his head dizzy.

[Congratulations on successfully opening the Meng Po system, my dear, it has been detected that your current energy is only enough to survive for one day. Here I suggest you complete the novice task within one hour, and you can get double rewards for a total of five days of lifespan! 】

The author has something to say: Xiaobaicai is an ancient song...

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Morning reading the next day

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