Dont Be A Kept Man

“In thirty-six days, when the ghost gate is open, if you want to reincarnate, this is the best chance.”

Su Qing has ten slender fingers, and flexibly put three copper coins into the tortoise shell. When she raised her eyes, the female wandering spirit disappeared in front of her. Instead, she was replaced by a man with feminine features.

Su Qing was startled, and then shook the tortoise shell in her hand twice: “Ah, isn’t this the beautiful brother just now? Are you obsessed with looking for your sister, or do you have something to ask?”

Her pupils were light brown and looked extremely gentle. Xun Chuan tilted her legs and let out grievances all over her body, frightening the wandering souls behind her back. His pair of raised phoenix eyes looked at Su Qing slightly and found that the other party was covered with famous brands. Sure enough, as Yan Yu said, he is a rich man.

Xun Chuan raised his eyes, “Why did you move here?”

Su Qing did not shy away, brushing the old copper coins on the table with her fingertips: “I only make money from dead people. Wherever there are heavy yin and wandering spirits, I will go wherever you are. If you have unending obsessions, just give If you have enough money, my sister can do it for you.”

Xun Chuan looked at her silently.

Su Qing seemed to understand something, and smiled: “Well, I can’t help you realize all obsessions. Just ask any questions. My sister is still going to do business.”

Xun Chuan originally wanted to leave, but he didn’t know what he remembered, and suddenly said, “Will you look at the Guatu?”

He raised a pale finger and copied a six-pointed star pattern in midair with grievances, which was exactly the same as the one in the drawer.

Su Qing glanced and said, “It’s a fate chart.”

“The end of the year, month and day are all three, six and nine poles. The zodiac sign restrains, and the five elements are also restrained. The upper birth and the lower death, the exchange for life, the kun is empty, and the life and death… is the life and death situation.”

Xun Chuan listened quietly, unable to see the mood swings, and asked in a low voice, “What do you mean?”

Su Qing carefully checked the hexagram diagram again, and then pointed to a string of numbers on it and said: “This person is born in a bad year and his life is too hard.”

Pointing to the string of numbers below: “And this life is too weak, and the five elements of the zodiac are all conquered by the person above, it is like a rabbit in front of a fox, and a sheep in a wolf’s den…”

The number above is Yan Yu’s date of birth, and the bottom is Xun Chuan’s.

The night was dark, and there was no light in Su Qing’s house. There was only a porcelain tray that was placed quietly on hand. There was a small dish on it, filled with lamp oil that had been provided for half a year before the Longevity Buddha, and a pure black lead was immersed in it. Inside, the big lanterns are lit.

The light flickered, illuminating Xun Chuan’s white side face with warmth, as if coated with a layer of crystal jade, but at this time, the overcast wind suddenly started, and the ever-bright lamp flickered twice, and suddenly went out. The green smoke curled up, and the ghosts in the queue were panicked for no reason, making a mess.

Su Qing wanted to light the lamp, but Xun Chuan held her wrists with grievances, and a man’s whisper came from her ear, her voice was sticky and cold, and she got goose bumps: “Go on…”

Xun Chuan repeated: “Following what I just said, go on.”

In the darkness, Su Qing could only see a pair of red and **** eyes, scarlet and scary, she paused, put down the lighter in her hand and said: “In other words, the person above will kill the person below because of two lives. If the game is wrong, as long as you are together, you will die for a lifetime.”

Her voice fell, and after a while, her wrist lightened, and the very oppressive breath instantly disappeared.

The wandering souls in the building pushed me, I hit you, and it turned into a pot of porridge. After Su Qing used a lighter to light up the ever-bright lamp, they restored order, as if nothing had happened. Team.

Xun Chuan’s soul body entered through the wall, and found that Yan Yu was looking out from the crack of the door, with a focused expression. He didn’t notice his existence at all. He couldn’t help but raise his hand and gently put it on his shoulder.

Yan Yu was stunned for a rare moment. When he turned back to see it was him, he straightened up subconsciously without cracking the door, and went to the bed: “What did you see?”

Xun Chuan did not follow, leaning on the door panel, his soul faintly divided into two halves, half thinking about things, and half used to answer his questions: “…she is the same as you, a warlock, helping ghosts fulfill their last wishes and earning money for the dead. .”

Yan Yu didn’t notice Xunchuan’s abnormality, and nodded when he heard that, “No wonder he is so rich.”

He leaned on the bed, turned on the TV and listened to the noise, overwhelming the noise outside, then brought a small notebook over, lowered his head to practice his calculations, the tip of the pen rustled, Xun Chuan’s thoughts gathered, his eyes looked at the TV and asked Yan Yu: “Why did you break up with me…”

The TV was too loud, Yan Yu couldn’t hear clearly, and asked without looking up, “What? What, why?”

Xun Chuan tried his best to use an ordinary tone, repeating: “I said, why did you break up with me in the first place.”

I don’t know if it was an illusion. Yan Yu seemed to be taken aback when he heard the words. He reacted and put the cap on the pen and put it on the bedside with the notebook: “Ask what you are doing, the past, it’s useless to know the reason.”

He still looked careless, as if Xun Chuan was the only one who could not extricate himself from the past.

Xun Chuan twitched his lips: “Okay, then I won’t ask this.”

As soon as he disintegrated, he suddenly appeared beside Yan Yu out of thin air, wrapped in a chill, Xun Chuan said nothing, watched TV as usual, but couldn’t get in anything.

After a while, Xun Chuan suddenly lowered his head, and broke Yan Yu’s right hand five fingers apart one by one, and then clasped and clasped himself, one green and one white.

He died in the coldest snowy day, and his whole body was a little bit colder than ordinary wandering souls, as if only a light touch would form a layer of frost.

Yan Yu didn’t understand why he wanted to do this, and turned his head to look at him, but Xun Chuan suddenly said something irrelevant: “I never knew you could tell a fortune.”

Yan Yu stared at the TV, with his left hand resting on the back of his head: “God stick is not a glorious job. I can’t afford it without seeing my poor food.”

Xun Chuan looked at the fourth drawer under the desk with a complex expression. For a long time, he didn’t say anything. He slowly slid down and lay beside Yan Yu, still in a wordless sentence: “I Remember, you used to treat me well…”

Every time Xun Chuan saw Yan Yu, he was very embarrassed. He was found fault by gangsters, splashed with alcohol, and hit by a car. He couldn’t count them. However, he didn’t have a long memory, and he just wanted to get up.

Forgetting what it was, Xun Chuan quarreled with his family and ran away from home. He walked all over the street with a bright palm print in the middle of the night, smoking and drinking, just like a bad boy.

His face was hot and painful, and it was 80% swollen. It was embarrassing to be seen by Yan Yu. Xun Chuan thought so in his heart, so he just found a park to sit in, calm down slowly, and then find a hotel to stay when he was sleepy.

This time he didn’t find Yan Yu.

It was late at night, and the shadows of the trees were whirling. The park was quiet but the sound of insects could only be heard. The street lamp was a kind of almost bleak white light, and the strange shadows in the distance could be filled with terrifying appearance by the human brain.

A rickety figure passed by in the distance, the man seemed to be dragging something heavy in his hand, the bag was constantly rubbing on the ground, Xun Chuan’s scalp was numb, and the frightened wine woke up, and finally realized that it was a stray garbage picking up. Chinese.

He relaxed, leaning on the back of his chair, without any sleepiness, and felt a sense of numbness and loneliness spontaneously. He turned the phone, turned it off, turned it, turned it off again.

Xun Chuan quietly felt the passage of time, until a long figure suddenly appeared not far from the street lamp. The other party put his hands in his pockets and was slowly walking towards this side. When he got closer, Xun Chuan found out. The person here turned out to be Yan Yu, and I couldn’t say what it was like for a while, but… it seems to be similar to the feeling of a firework burst…

In the deserted night sky, it bursts…

Xun Chuan sat on the chair, looked up at him blankly, his hands clenched his knees unconsciously, Yan Yu saw the palm prints on his face, and squinted his eyes: “Oh, what’s the matter, the blush is like a monkey butt. of.”

Normally, Xun Chuan would curse and go back, and it is not impossible to fight against each other. But today, he suddenly didn’t want to quarrel with Yan Yu. He curled his lips and turned his head, with a little grievance: “Being beaten. Up.”

Yan Yu asked: “Why don’t you fight back?”

Xun Chuan didn’t speak, and after a while, he looked at Yan Yu, his eyes darkened: “How do you know I am here?”

Yan Yu: “I will count if I can pinch.”

After speaking, he said: “I said why you didn’t harass me today, because I was hiding here.”

Hearing this, Xun Chuan wanted to get up from his chair. As a result, his footsteps shook, and he fell straight to the ground. Yan Yu hurriedly reached out and caught him. Unexpectedly, Xun Chuan stopped drinking and dragged him not to let go.

Xun Chuan said, “I’m drunk.”

Yan Yu pushed him away impatiently: “You are not drunk.”

Xun Chuan repeated: “I’m really drunk, you carry me.”

Yan Yu broke his hand: “You are not drunk.”

After finishing talking, he still carried Xun Chuan on his back and walked outside the park step by step. In a daze, some hot liquid fell into his neck along the way, and Yan Yu asked, “You cry?”

Xun Chuan nodded silently, shook his head again, and said dullly, “My face hurts.”

Yan Yu seemed to be smiling and not smiling: “The last time I was hit by a car, I jumped up and slapped the driver. It hurts after a slap?”

Xun Chuan did not speak. When Yan Yu asked him where he wanted to go, he silently tightened Yan Yu’s neck: “I don’t want it, and nobody cares, Yan Yu, take me to your house…I want to go. your home……”

Yan Yu thought for a while: “Okay, remember to pay the rent.”

Xun Chuan finally smiled, and finally pressed his back and whispered: “Yan Yu, thank you for coming to me…”

Yan Yu carried him on his back and walked home step by step: “Don’t tell me, we still have this friendship.”

That night, when the two of them were lying on the same bed, Xun Chuan didn’t know where the courage came from, maybe it was alcohol, maybe it was something else. He stretched out his hand to embrace Yan Yu, and kissed by the last trace of drunkenness that remained. Go up.

“Yan Yu, I like you…”

Xun Chuan’s eyelids couldn’t help shaking, hot tears fell, and the hot people’s hearts trembled. He wiped away the tears fiercely, like a wounded little beast, repeating that sentence: “Yan Yu, I like you… ”

Yan Yu paused, but did not refuse. He rolled over and pressed him under his body, and everything came to pass.

Xun Chuan always had bad luck with Yan Yu, but nothing happened that day. Only now did he realize that being with this man was his biggest disaster.