I’ve been watching that guy for a long time.
He’s wearing a nice pen, he’s pale, he’s black.
Every day I’m off work, he’s crouching at the door, and he’s following me.
Eat my leftovers and waste my electricity, and this shit crawls into bed while I’m sleeping and grabs my blankets.
I can’t stand it.
I kicked him out of bed.
He grunted around and looked at me like, “You can see me? I’m sorry.
One.
I’m stuck with a male ghost.
This has to start on my 24th birthday.
Our family is a little special.
It’s the ghost.
The better part is the master.
When I was little, I always saw ghosts around me.
I play hide-and-seek with them, red lights on, swings and so on…
These ghosts are stupid, they stick themselves in a bottle while they’re hiding.
When you swing, your head goes out because you’re too happy.
My grandfather caught a ghost so I could see the ghost and never told him.
Otherwise, my ghost friends will weep.
Then Grandpa left, and he gave me a talisman.
I haven’t seen a ghost friend since I brought my amulet.
On my 24th birthday, I accidentally lost my amulet on the bus.
The guy who followed me, he was tall, had a pair of long legs that had a special eye.
They’re handsome, they’re tall, they’re thin, they’re beautiful, they’re beautiful, they’re beautiful.
The disadvantage is that the face is whiter than the white wall.
The eyes are black and the lips are red as if they had just finished blood.
If a normal person sees him, he’ll probably die in shock.
I’m used to this weird-looking ghost who stares at him at first sight.
He seemed to me embarrassed, with his head down, with his long, curly eyelashes shiver, his long fingers mixed up, and a shy little daughter-in-law.
I’ve seen enough and I’m ready to go home.
As a result, I walked, and he was right behind me and followed me home.
I opened the door and he came in.
I turned hard, and he was cheeky.
He was scared and drifted back a few metres, and his eyes were full of panic.
Next thing you know, he shoots his chest, “I’m scared. I’m sorry.
I twitched my mouth and couldn’t laugh.
Brother, you’re a dead man, okay?
I don’t care. I changed my shoes.
But I didn’t close the door.
I don’t know what I’m feeling.
Maybe someone’s too lonely.
Maybe it’s been too long since I’ve made a ghost friend.
By the time I went to the fridge to get a drink, the handsome guy had just floated to the door, looked around and looked inside my house.
I didn’t react, he said, “That’s disturbing,” and then slowly came in.
He’s standing next to the couch, he seems to be hesitant to sit down.
I sat on the couch with a drink, and turned on the TV, and he saw me laughing, and he kept staring at it, and his lips turned open.
Well, it’s better if I don’t laugh.
I smiled a bit.
It’s almost dinner time. I’ll have some takeout.
It’s a lobster.
When I ate the lobster, the handsome guy sat across from me and looked at me with his eyes and eyes… and the lobster on his hands.
Two.
I made fun of him on purpose.
He’s also looking left.
I swayed to the right.
He’s looking to the right.
I smiled.
See what it’s for. You can’t eat.
After a whole bowl of lobsters was solved, I hit him with a hiccup, and he frowned and sneezed.
Oh, I forgot. I just ate garlic-flavored lobster.
He sneezes a few times, with his eyes red, and looks down on me.
Oh, my God, I can’t stand it.
Not even ghosts.
When I was with my ghost friends, I gave them a tribute.
They can’t really eat it, just suck it.
Thinking about it, I picked up my phone and ordered a lobster.
At night, when I was going to bed, I saw the door open.
And then, the handsome wandered in.
He floated in front of my bed, satisfied and whispered, “Thank you. I’m sorry.
Still a polite ghost.
I didn’t pay attention to him. I turned around and went to sleep. I accidentally kicked him.
He’s talking to me, and he’s covering me up.
I played him on purpose.
I kicked a few times, and he patiently covered me up a few times.
Eventually I was tired and really fainted into sleep, but before I went into deep sleep, I thought I saw him smile.
This time, it’s not even dark anymore.
I started living with a ghost for no reason.
Every time he gets off work, he’s waiting for me at the door.
Sometimes I’m late, and he’s in a hurry and he’s coming to me because he’s in a hurry and he’s just blowing up the wind.
I’ve seen my colleagues working late, and I’ve seen them all.
And I comforted: “It is only the wind.” I’m sorry.
He was afraid, “But our windows are closed. I’m sorry.
Looks like a handsome guy thinks he’s done something wrong, and he’s standing by like a big dog.
I told my colleagues to go home and stay here and clean up the mess.
He wants to help and he doesn’t dare.
Then he followed me behind my back, and said, “Sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what kind of character this handsome guy was before he was, but I’m sorry.
When I was done packing, I was ready to go home, but there were too many people in the cab and I had to walk home.
On the way, all the good-looking guys were around me like a bodyguard, with a very serious face.
Suddenly, a wildcat jumped out of the grass.
The handsome man’s hair was raised, but he stood in my presence, with his arms open, threatening the wild cat without tears: “You … Go away.” I’m sorry.
I helped.
You can’t even scare an ant.
Wildcats also seem to be able to see him, with hairy hairs, bows on their backs and hissing in their throats.
The next moment, the wildcat jumps, and the goal is the handsome face.
I thought, “That’s the face of a handsome man.
So I hit him on purpose, he stomped, stood up and watched me with fear.
I coughed up and yelled “Go.” I’m sorry.
The little wildcat ran away.
I’m afraid he’s suspicious, and I’ve got a lame excuse, “Why is this place so slippery? I’m sorry.
When I got home, the handsome man sat on the couch like a lost soul, and his favorite TV didn’t make him laugh.
I can still hear him whispering.
He said, ‘What should I do? I am a useless ghost. I cannot beat a wildcat. How can I protect her?’ I’m sorry.
This one, she should be me.
I’ve got a big mouth.
Every time I cook, I make another one.
To comfort him, I deliberately wiped out the previous certificates.
Well, it’s all taekwondo, martial arts, break-ups, women’s self-defense, and so on.
The handsome man saw the certificate on the tea table, he looked up and I could hear him breathing.
He murmured, “That’s too good. I’m sorry.
And when I’m done, he’s a little dark, “So, she can actually protect herself, and I’m useless? I’m sorry.
3
Hey, how’s the emo again?
And why should I make him more blameful to comfort him?
How could he be useless.
Every day around me is his greatest use.
I was wondering if I could show him if I could actually see him.
But fearing that he would have too little courage to scare him away.
Forget it, let him emo it.
Eat a little lobster and fix it.
He came back to bed at night.
But this time, he didn’t float in front of the bed, but lay directly in my bed.
I turned around, and he was lying right next to me, with his lips on him, looking at me carefully.
I hum it.
He’s shaking.
One leg is ready to go to the ground.
I feel funny, close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.
And the bed shall be with one another, and he shall be but a ghost, and there shall be nothing for me.
I was awake in the middle of the night.
My first reaction is that it is impossible to sleep with ghosts.
After all, they’re too cold.
But when I saw the blankets flying, I started biting my back.
How dare this guy rob me?
How dare you?
I grunted and kicked him under the bed without thinking about it.
He rolls around under the covers, he shakes on his head and shakes, and he looks at me, “You, you…”
“You’re nothing. You put your tongue straight out. I’m sorry.
He’s got a bigger eye, and he’s scared, “Can you see me? I’m sorry.
I went to him, crouched down and laughed, “Yeah, I can see you. I’m sorry.
He was shaking like a sifter. “Then you’re not afraid of me. I’m a ghost. I’m sorry.
I helped.
Who’s afraid of who?
I feel like he’s about to piss his pants.
“I’ve got the eye. “My grandfather’s a ghost catcher.” I’m sorry.
This time, he really pissed.
I didn’t know a ghost could piss his pants.
He’s a disgrace.
I brought him new pants, and he went to the bathroom in tremors.
And when I came out, my pale face got a little red.
I’m surprised.
Ghosts can’t be blushing.
How did he do that?
“Drinking water pressure. “I’m done, he’s on the condition to reflect to get the glass.
Wait a minute. Ghosts can’t get what they have.
But he got it.
And he was shocked, and he looked right with a glass of water, and he said, “I, I, I, I, I could touch them. I’m sorry.
Congratulations!
He dropped the glass and came to me step by step.
Yeah, he used it all before. He can walk now.
“Well, can I touch you? He asked for my permission.
Looks like he’s pathetic. I nod my head. I’m sorry.
I’d like to see if he can touch people.
The next moment, his hand slowly reached over.
I looked at his two-bone hand, and I had a smile on his mouth, “Where do you feel?” I’m sorry.
He’s got his hands shaking.
He took a step back in a tremor and explained, “I’m sorry, I thought it was your chest. I’m sorry.
I’m:
What do you mean “killing invisible”? What do you mean “killing invisibility”?
I kind of felt it today.
And he comforted me with his loss: “It’s all right, but you’re good at it. Everyone has advantages and disadvantages, and it’s not perfect to be true.” I’m sorry.
I thank you.
I had a convulsion, “Big brother, what were you like before you were born?”
I shut up the last half.
Because I’d like to say, how could there be such a stupid, sweet person?
The man sits on the sofa like a pupil and tells the truth.
He said his name was Ike, and he was 24 years old, and his family was a coal-digger.
I looked up and down at him, “You know, your hand, this look, this dress, it doesn’t look like a coal-digger, right? I’m sorry.
“My dad’s a coal owner. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Thank you, there’s Versailles.
I feel sorry for him.
It was supposed to be a rich, carefree generation, and it turned out to be a sad death.
“So, did you have a disaster? I asked him with euphemism.
He looked up at me, and his eyes blinked, and he whispered, “I’m going to swim with my friends, and the result is…”
“Did the car fall off a cliff, or did the mudslides slide, or did the lightning split your car in half? I’m sorry.
He looked down on me.
I coughed, “OK, I shut up, you keep going. I’m sorry.
“I saved a drowning child. I’m sorry.
My original eyes sank, no more jokes.
For years, I’ve heard too many ghost stories.
Their causes of death vary.
Some are angry, but, of course, these ghosts are usually bitter and gruesome, and I have little or no contact.
There are not a few of them.
But these ghosts, who were alive, usually reborn soon after death.
But why can’t Ike?
He sacrificed his life to save a strange child.
“It’s all right, don’t look at me with sympathy, it’s good to be a ghost, no one can see me, but I can still help them. I’m sorry.
Good ghost.
I’ve never seen such a stupid, sweet ghost.
“Well, can I stay with you for a while? “I promise I won’t affect you.” I’m sorry.
It doesn’t matter. They’re stealing my blanket.
But who softened my heart.
“Well, then you’ll stay here for a while, but we’ll have to make three rules. I’m sorry.
4
Actually, my three chapters are simple.
Can’t grab my covers.
You can’t keep saying sorry.
You don’t have to wait for me every day.
For the last point, Ike has a problem.
I saw him speaking out and allowed him to make a personal opinion.
It’s a pity to see a pool with a white face, but a five-man, long and thick eyelashes with an innocent dog’s eye.
The more I think about it, the more I feel sorry for it.
If he’s a man, maybe he and I can develop a strange love.
But now, there’s a difference.
“Well, can I call you by your name? He asks me carefully.
“Of course. I’m nodding.
My name is Lynch.
When I was little, Grandpa called me Weed.
He said that the weeds, though low on sight, remained steadfast and safe with them, and could take root anywhere.
I thought, since I was a kid, can I not be strong?
Not strong is long gone.
“I want to pick you up from work. “There are many bad ghosts following you.” I’m sorry.
I’m gawking.
I don’t see any ghosts on that road every day.
Is this the one that cleared me?
I remember.
On several occasions I saw him, he seemed to be bruised, his clothes were broken, his mouth was bruised, and one time he was hit with a panda eye.
I used a lot of patience to keep myself from laughing.
“You’ve been protecting me. Why? I’m sorry.
I tortured my soul about pool.
Why is he staring at me and protecting me?
‘Cause you saved me. “I’m so sorry.
I pointed to myself, “Did I save you?” I’m sorry.
I don’t remember anything.
“Three years ago, you and your friend went camping at the lake, and I was in the woods, and I was accidentally thrown by someone else, and you were there, and you picked it up, so I could move on, or I would be finished. I’m sorry.
I remember.
So it’s a drop of water.
“You’ve been with me all three years?”
He nodded his head.
I’m silent.
So for the last three years, he’s seen me sleep, spit, eat, laugh like thunder, and shit with pay at work?
Can I have some privacy?
If I hadn’t lost my grandfather’s talisman, I wouldn’t know.
“The grass? I’m sorry.
“Shut up. I want to be quiet. Don’t ask me who I am. I’m sorry.
After about half an hour of silence, I was scared to ask, “Can I ask who you are now?” I’m sorry.
I turned my head over a big white eye.
In fact, the first thing we have to do is take the pool to life.
But…
I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to catch ghosts, let alone lead them to life.
But I’ve been thinking about all the ghost friends I’ve seen before.
Many ghosts like to talk to me.
I was told by one of the older grandpas, “We ghosts, we’ve broken our hearts, we’re born.” I’m sorry.
I’ll try to untangle the knot and see if he’ll survive.
“What is your heart’s knot? I’m sorry.
“What’s the problem?” I’m sorry.
I changed the saying: “Do you have anything to want or wish for?” I’m sorry.
He shakes his head.
I frown.
“Think about it. “I got him.
He’s down and he’s thinking.
After that, he looked up, his eyes were clear and clear, and said, “I didn’t seem to have any wish. I’m sorry.
No way!
People have wishes.
I’ll take my own example: “Just say me, I want to go to the Maldives, but the purse does not allow it; I want to scold my pig’s head and shoot the papers on his face, but I don’t dare; I want to buy a brand-name bag, I want to eat all night’s market, I want to go to the mountains for a hot spring…”
“I can do this with you.” I’m sorry.
I smiled, “Big brother, there’s something important missing from my wish. I’m sorry.
He doesn’t understand. “What is it? I’m sorry.
“Money. I’m sorry.
5
Ike said he’d find a way.
I wonder what this stupid white sweet can think of, but don’t make a mistake of principle and get caught in the dark and white of hell.
And this day, I was going to get off work, and a strange phone call came, and she said she was Ike’s mom.
“Miss Lin, can I see you? I’m right downstairs. I’m sorry.
I said, “What?”
Next thing you know, things went beyond my expectations.
I was crying for about half an hour.
She stopped while I was wondering if I’d buy her a bottle of water to refill it.
She’s got a red rabbit’s eye, she’s holding my hand, she’s handing me a black card, “Good boy, take this card.” I’m sorry.
What?
I’m holding a black card with my hand shaking.
The woman said with tears: “Last night I dreamt of him saying he had a wish that was a girl called Lin Weed.” I’m sorry.
Your lady has spoken a lot, but in the end it’s just one word.
“Kids, you take this card, buy it, buy it, and you’ll get your last wish. I’m sorry.
And the woman was swift and hastily and hastily.
As soon as she left, the pool floated to me.
He asked me to pay tribute, “The grass, I’m not doing well. I’m sorry.
I put his thumb up, “It’s wonderful. I’m sorry.
I didn’t think one day I’d be raised by a ghost.
“What shall we do first? I’m sorry.
I sank, “Ike, is your mother sure you’re giving me this black card? If I spend my money and your mother wants to go back, I can only say…”
I’m done, I’m done, I’m done. I’m sorry.
Laugh, “The grass, you’re so cute. I’m sorry.
My old face is red.
It’s kind of cute to be in a weird mood.
“Go. “I waved, “I squandered.” I’m sorry.
Every city’s night market is the heart and soul of every animal, looking at the pyrotechnic pyrotechnic, and I breathed and said, “This is life. I’m sorry.
Eat and drink all the way.
Every ghost is high.
I haven’t had enough, I’m in the way, and I’m worried. I’m sorry.
He pointed to my stomach, “Your stomach is going to explode.” I’m sorry.
I looked down and looked like I was six months pregnant and I was silent.
I can’t eat anymore.
“Go back and fight again tomorrow.” “I’m turning around and walking, but I see a man with a long body and a cold face.
I shivered almost unconsciously behind me.
And I dragged him to the ground and he said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.
“Shut up, don’t talk, it’s the gods.” I’m sorry.
Ike had a cold war.
It’s like there’s a telepathic thing.
The closer he gets, the more the pool moves, the more he sees.
In a hurry, I had a bad idea, “Ike, you get on me. Come on. I’m sorry.
“This is not good. I’m sorry.
“You have two options, either by the gods or by me. I’m sorry.
The pool slipped on me.
When he came in, I felt the darkness before me, and I saw Takegen standing before me again.
“Hey, long time no see. “I reached out and greeted him.
I found you. I’m sorry.
He opened his mouth, his voice was cold, and it was summer, and I felt like a little ice was going on.
Takegen, my grandfather’s mantle.
He’s an orphan.
My grandfather saved him under wolf claws.
I grew up with Takegen.
Later, my grandfather taught him to catch ghosts, and he was gifted and seemed like a natural genius.
Then Grandpa left and Takegen left.
He and I split up.
His cold eyes were staring at me, as if through me.
I swallowed my saliva, “What, what? I’m sorry.
He took his eyes back, he shook his head and whispered, “I am here to deal with things for a while. I’m sorry.
“How long have I lived?” I’m sorry.
“A year or two. I’m sorry.
I’m numb.
In a day or two, I can still fool around.
One or two years…
It’s not like I’m hopeless.
I’m dying, “What’s taking so long?” I’m trying to be easy to say.
“There’s a tougher ghost. And when he said that, he looked at me like that.
I swallowed saliva again.
“Oh, it’s so late. I have to go get my clothes. I’ll buy you dinner sometime. Bye. * I’m going to run on my feet and he’s calling me.*
I’m done. I’m done.
He came to me, pulled the amulet out of his pocket, handed it to me, “Take it. I’m sorry.
“I did, Grandpa did. I’m sorry.
“This is your grandfather’s amulet. Be careful next time. Don’t lose it. I’m sorry.
I thank you.
My inner circle is at war.
If I had taken the amulet, I might not have been able to handle it, but if I didn’t…
Surely, in the hearts of Takegen, doubt.
In his eyes, I bit my teeth and quickly picked up the amulet and said goodbye and ran faster than the rabbit.
Don’t run fast, or the pool’s gone.
I immediately lost the amulet when I determined the range of surveillance from Takegen.
Come home, I’ll let Ike out of my body.
But I cried for a long time, and he didn’t move.
Six.
I panicked.
Isn’t the amulet too powerful to destroy him?
And I could only tempt him with the food, when it came to him: “Ride, you shall not come out again, and the lobster shall not be yours.” I’m sorry.
Nothing.
“I won’t let you sleep in bed again. I’m sorry.
Still no response.
I took a deep breath, “Ike, if you don’t come out again, I’m done with you. I’m done. I’m sorry.
“Don’t” sounds like “swipe.”
I finally lost my heart hanging in my throat.
“You son of a bitch, why are you so quiet? I’m sorry.
After that, I feel a little off.
A dead ghost or something, how does it feel to be with someone?
I’m leaving my body, like, “Don’t cut me off. I’m sorry.
I found his soul somewhat transparent.
It’s as if he’s just been beaten up by some tough guy.
I reached out to help him, but I found my hand through his body.
He also found out that I had raised the spirit and was hit with the amulet.
“I think I’m a little tired. Can I take a break? I’m sorry.
The voice had just fallen, and he had closed his eyes and fell on the couch.
I look on the couch as if it wasn’t the same thing.
Looks like he can’t stay with me anymore.
I would have wanted to find his heart’s knot, untie it and let him go to life as planned.
But now, he’s the most dangerous thing to do.
A careless one, he may not recover.
I crouched on the couch to see him.
Maybe because I’m around, his transparent body slowly recovers into an entity, but it’s still closed.
I reached out and gently painted his eyebrow.
Even though he was pale, it was difficult to hide his cleanness.
I think if he were alive, he’d fall for a bunch of girls.
I gently touched his hair.
Unnamed, it spreads.
For the first time, I’d like to ask God why good people don’t pay.
The next day, I woke up on the couch.
The sound of ping-pong in the kitchen.
I stomped a carp and sat up in the kitchen with my bare feet, but I saw the pool surrounded by an apron and was singing for breakfast.
He’s recovered!
I’m relieved.
“You’re awake, I’ve made breakfast, eat quickly, but I’m just like you, so don’t forget.” He was embarrassed to scratch his head.
My nose’s a little sour.
Since Grandpa left, nobody cares so much about me.
And now I’m going to “scram” him.
A breakfast, I was distracted.
And I knew, “What happened to you? I’m sorry.
“I am…”
Look at those clear eyes, they can’t even say what they say.
“Nothing. “I’m going to work. I’m sorry.
“I’m with you. He’s following up.
“Just watch TV at home. I rejected his proposal.
When I closed the door, I saw Ike standing by the sofa, like I had a needle in my heart, but finally I closed the door with a hard heart.
I still didn’t figure out how to euphemistically get rid of pool.
After a break-up with my colleagues, I walked back.
Curiously, the familiar road is now getting weirder, the fog is getting stronger around, and the road ahead is as if there was no end.
The feeling of a cold back came.
I stopped and my pupils shrunk.
Because there’s a ghost standing, to be precise.
Or a red ghost.
7
Grandpa told me: “The ghost in red, because she was angry before she died and became a ghost after she died.”
Ghosts, love to lose.
I can’t think of any other possibility than to take my place.
I felt my hand in my neck, but I found myself feeling lonely.
Takegen gave me the amulet yesterday, I threw it away.
I laughed.
I threw away the amulet, which was intended to make it easier for me, but left myself in danger.
A man can’t fight a ghost.
I closed my eyes and looked at the red girl who jumped at me.
Bye, pool.
Then suddenly, a clear wind passed over me, as if the willows touched my hair.
I opened my eyes and found the pool in front of me.
The female ghost is not far ahead, seems to be holding back from something.
“I’m pool. I’m sorry.
“I’ll protect you. He looked at me with his eyes.
“What are you doing here? I told you to stay home. Takegen must have sensed something. Maybe he’s been following me. This fool, he’s always hitting his head.
The Red Ghost came again soon.
I saw Ike staring in the eye, and I looked like I couldn’t believe it. I’m sorry.
Well, I can see he’s pretty shocked and confused.
And I’m kind of like, “This kind of amulet, it only works for kids like you, and it’s just like it tickles. I’m sorry.
I thought it would scare my head, but he did not escape, but he kept me behind and tried to hold me back with his weak body.
When the Red Ghost was so angry, I felt that it was nothing but a loss of five senses, a loss of heart rate, and that it was like a light in front of it.
Watching her grow up from an innocent little girl to a young and beautiful high school student, she got a college admission letter and smiled like a flower.
As soon as the picture turned, she went to university, actively participated in community activities, studied carefully and had a good time with her teacher.
Until she met a man.
The man was clearly in her teens, mature and handsome.
Soon she fell under the sweet words of a man.
And as soon as it fades away, and as soon as it darkens my eyes, and as soon as it becomes clear to me, it will be a painful cry, and a woman will stand at the door of the villa, like a rose that will die at any moment, and she will be hit by a heavy rain.
Soon, a man came out and seemed to have caught the straw.
But the next second, he warned her of how far she went.
The light of her eyes is out.
On her way back, she was dragged to the grass by a homeless man.
As soon as the picture turned, she was already on the roof in her red dress, in despair.
I feel like I’m stuck in cotton, I can’t breathe, I see her like a flying butterfly, and I jump down.
My heart is filled with sorrow, as if the bones were squeezed by an inch, and there were those who spoke in my ears and shouted in my ears.
It’s pool sound.
He called out: “The grass. Wake up, and be not compelled.” I’m sorry.
What temptation?
I feel sorry for this poor woman.
The balconies are gradually dispersing and the light of the horse ends, and I feel like my soul is being squeezed out of my body at this moment, when a clear wind strikes.
The cold lip petals reached my lips.
8
I’m going back to the temple.
And the weeping of the poor ghost was scattered, and the weight and sorrow of the body was scattered as the wind.
I opened my eyes, and I looked in my eyes.
As if he had fallen into the twilight of his white face, he swung his hands and touched, and said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t help it, I’m in a hurry…”
Seeing me or not, he took a step back, “You’re not going to hit me, are you? I’m sorry.
I’m extremely complicated.
My first kiss was taken by a ghost?
Still in that situation.
The point is, does this guy think he’s gonna get the Red Ghost out of me?
She’s still here!
She could get worse without taking my body.
“Be careful. I’m sorry.
And when I saw him in red, laughing at the pool, I pulled him to the side, and I was anxious, and I thought of a spell that Takegen taught me.
The Red Ghost was trapped by the spell and retreated.
Look at me in the face. I’m sorry.
I’m about to turn my tail. The Red Ghost has broken the spell and I’m pulling up the pool and running.
When she saw us coming after us, a golden light net fell from the sky, placing red garments in it, and then a long shadow came out of the fog.
It’s Takegen.
Takegen was my grandfather’s close-door student and took over the devil.
After taking over, Takegen turned and watched us in silence.
I swallowed the saliva and hid the pool behind me, “Well, let’s just say he’s a good ghost, and the worst thing I ever did was steal my blanket.” I’m sorry.
Takegen Jun’s face is black.
After Takegen took care of the Red Ghost, he pointed his spear at me…
Actually, it’s mostly pool.
At this moment, I sit on the couch with Ike’s platoon, like a schoolboy who made a mistake, leaning on his head and listening to him.
Takegen sits on the sofa, so idle and lazy, and gives me hair.
After hearing that Takegen was my “relative” he tried to climb up to his relatives, and he looked at him and scared him.
“Why are you hanging around the grass? I’m sorry.
The pool swung, scratched the palms, “because…”
Takegen saw him flaunting the law.
‘Cause I like grass. “I’m the one who learned how to do it.
After he had said it, he was embarrassed to fall down and his pale face dyed with powder.
“You like grass? “You’re a ghost, she’s a man, she’s a ghost. Do you like her? I’m sorry.
I was struck by Takegen, and I fell down with a pitiful look, “I know, but I like her. I’m sorry.
Takegen turned to me, “What about you? I’m sorry.
I was asked to answer the question, to look at me, to look at me, to look forward to it.
I didn’t hesitate, “I like him too. I’m sorry.
And We added a new sentence to Takegen, before he opened his mouth: “I have determined him, whether he is a ghost. I’m sorry.
That must be added.
Takegen, now, seems to me to be the old father of a great beating. If I don’t say anything serious, I’ll be in trouble.
When you hear my confession, you’re almost in your ear.
Takegen was forced into a mouth full of dog food and a handsome face black.
“So what? “Is he going to become a man like you, or are you going to be a ghost and two-wayer?” I’m sorry.
I’m a black line.
Ichiwa also seemed aware of the gravity of the matter, and he was silent for a long time in the shadow of his bright eyes. I’m sorry.
I’m:
Brother, you’ve only spoken before, and you’ve just given me my first kiss.
If I hadn’t seen him as a ghost, I’d have beat him up.
I grind my teeth, and I say, “I can’t do it if I like you.” I’m sorry.
Besides, I would’ve been dead if he hadn’t pulled me out of Red Ghost’s charm in time.
It is hard to get a proper one from the pool. “Do not be patient. We will never be able to achieve any result. I’m sorry.
Takegen’s got his feet on the side.
And We cried out to Takegen: “If only I could call you brother, do something!” I’m sorry.
Takegen:
Ichigo:
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Having learned that Ichi had been killed for saving the child, Takegen ‘ s attitude towards him had changed considerably, and his eyes had changed from contempt to respect.
But to make a ghost a human being, it’s like nothing else.
Takegen said, “If today’s pool is only unconscious and turned into a vegetable, but the spirit is only temporarily out of shape, I can think of a way, but now that his body is gone, where can I borrow his body? I’m sorry.
I am silent with Ike.
Yes, Takegen is right.
I can’t be human, I and I can’t be human.
I laughed, “I didn’t think I was in love for the first time. I’m sorry.
I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have disturbed you from the beginning.
I waved, “Let me be quiet. I’m sorry.
And I was so quiet, I ran away.
I’ve looked inside and outside, I’ve been around him a few times, I’ve been in the grass, and I’ve even gone to the men’s room to see if he’s hiding inside.
As a result, none.
He seems to have vanished.
Takegen saw me rushing like an ant on a hot pot, and said the truth: “The pool has gone by itself.” I’m sorry.
“Where did he go? I pulled up his collar and asked:
Takegen murmurs, “Limber grass, calm down and Ike is for your own good, so forget him.” I’m sorry.
Forget him?
That’s easy to say.
How can I forget that he is as weak as he is behind me, as a thief, and he is still protecting me, even though he is weak?
How can I forget that he has patiently covered my covers, again and again.
How can I forget that I opened my eyes and saw him lying right next to me…
Now tell me to forget him, it’s really hard.
Takegen saw me cry and was surprised.
I’ve only cried twice in my life.
And once, Takegen left us.
The second time, when Grandpa left.
It’s my third time crying.
“Do you really like him so much?” I’m sorry.
I took a tear, and I said, “Well, without him, I’d be single for the rest of my life. I’m sorry.
Takegen was silent for a long time, so he held me gently, and said, ‘You are a stubborn donkey.’ I’m sorry.
Three years have passed.
I’ve been promoted to corporate director.
With his own car and house, he was busy every day.
But I still live in that little house.
People who don’t know think I’m frugal.
But I’m the only one who knows that I’m guarding this house just to get a chance to see him again.
After living in my house for some time, this fellow Takegen said that he had something to do, that he had gone for three years, that he had evaporated in the middle, and that only a new year would be a happy year.
In the last three years, a lot of people introduced me.
I couldn’t get away with it on a few occasions.
But I found out I had another problem.
I’ll see whoever I’m seeing.
He smiles, moves, seems to have been carved into my DNA, and it can’t get away.
The day I got off work, I got to the date, sat down for a little while, and a little familiar voice came: “The forest grass.” I’m sorry.
I looked up, a bright eye, and five officials and Ichi had seven of the men standing before me.
I frown, “Who are you?”
“I’m Ji-hoon, the man you’re meeting today. “The man in front of me, with his eyelids bending towards me, and his eyes are as immersed in the March spring.
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His eyes are too familiar.
I immediately thought he was Ike.
My throat was dry, and it took me a long time to raise my hand to hold him.
When the two hands touched each other, an electric current passed through my ceiling, then spread to my limbs, and my heart jumped, and I asked him, “Did you have a cousin named pool? I’m sorry.
“Little grass, I’m Ike.” He came to me, whispering.
My pupils are shocked.
And I was embarrassed to scratch my head: “I know you won’t believe me for a while, but I am, but I am my cousin. I’m sorry.
It took me a night to digest it.
Turns out, it wasn’t the time to leave.
Takegen arranged it.
He was determined to bring Ike back to life, but found out that he had lost his wish and could not enter the circle, and then he placed him in a safe place to feed him.
Later on, Takegen heard a car accident involving his cousin Ikechi, who turned into a vegetable, and when he died, he found an opportunity to replace him.
“So, now you’re using a corpse to return your soul? I’m sorry.
I’m a little embarrassed by pool. I’m sorry.
Oh, my God.
I think I have to light three candles for Ji to rest in peace.
“Do you think I’m ashamed? I’ve been looking at you for a while.
If the pool does not enter the body of the pool, it will return to the wheel, and the body will eventually disappear.
And it’s a good chance that he’ll be able to replace Ji-chun.
“I blame you. I’m so excited, “It’s been three years since you came to me, and I almost thought I was going to die alone and be a single dog.” I’m sorry.
“Imbecile. ♪ The pool will hold me gently ♪ I’m sorry.
Come out of the coffee shop, watch the wind-drive, I’m the first two big, “Is this your car? I’m sorry.
It’s too much.
I’m sorry, “Because I’m acting like a cousin now, he’s exaggerating, and I can’t just turn into a man who’s afraid they’ll suspect me. I’m sorry.
I took his shoulder with sympathy.
It’s hard to make a good boy a dude.
Ji Rui sent me home.
To a familiar place where I can see tears in my eyes and look at me, “The grass, you…”
“Hold on, the man has tears. I’m sorry.
I smoked my nose, “But, I’m really touched. I’m sorry.
Move right.
“How can you repay me? I’m sorry.
Ike said, “Can I have a look?” I’m sorry.
I looked him in the eye.
He was locked up for a few years, and I knew that Ichi had not been touched by his sculpture, nor was I as sweet.
But I like it.
And We began to associate with him in the light of the earth.
When he was a ghost, we even had hopes for physical contact.
But now, I’m ready to put my head in his arms, or I’m like a bag bear. On him, he’s about a metre, eight, seven feet tall.
You’re asking me, don’t you think I should?
It’s pool, but this body is someone else.
I just want to say that what I like is a pool soul, and if his soul is on the dog, I’ll be responsible to a dog for the rest of my life.
Dog: Are you polite?
Like Grandpa said, the skin is just a container, and the soul is the essence.
I know he’s pool, that’s all.
I know, I’ve decided to use the body to get back, so I don’t mind.
We’ve been a kind of person from the beginning.
“Tomorrow I’ll take you to my mother, okay? I’m sorry.
I smiled and grabbed him in the face, “What mother?” I’m sorry.
He laughed, “See you both. I’m sorry.
I’ve seen it before. I still have the card she gave me.
I’m a little worried, “Will your mother remember me, or will she think I’m going to twilight? I’m sorry.
“No, I’m half her son now. I’m sorry.
I’m gawking.
It turns out that after the accident at the pool, Ji Xiaomei’s mother once fell into despair and that she might not have survived if she had not stayed by her side.
It is also for this reason that Ji Xiaomei’s mother was very grateful to her and instructed him to be good to her in the future.
“It’s all fate. I’m summing up.
I was kissing my forehead, “Yeah, it’s only because of fate that we met, and I feel like we’ve known each other for generations. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “I don’t know if you’re the best in your last life, I’m the woman who sells tofu, I’m the princess in my last life.”
I didn’t finish because he blocked me.
I’m officially going to see Ike’s mother.
She was a good woman with a loving eye, and she put on her precious bracelet, and took my hand, and talked with him for a long time.
After dinner with Ike’s mother, Ike took me to his real home and met my real mother.
I was surprised to see my mom, and then she smiled at me, and she said, “Boy, I didn’t know you were so close to us. I’m sorry.
I don’t know what to say, but I said, “Mom, I’ll be kind to you later. I’m sorry.
When she listened, she stopped and her eyes filled with tears.
She nods her head in her stomach, “Good boy, good boy. I’m sorry.
There are tears in the eyes of the pool.
This time I saw my parents, I harvested two bracelets.
I was told, “You will be the daughter-in-law of my family.” I’m sorry.
Later, I realized that the bracelets were so valuable.
I’m a little upset and I’m saying, “Ike, my parents are dead, I was raised by my grandfather, and I can’t say that I can’t compare my family to your family, and I don’t have a dowry, only one house and a car, and the house is on mortgage. I’m sorry.
“Imbecile. “I have enough of you.” I’m sorry.
Takegen and I finally showed up on the day of the wedding.
He was surrounded by a faceless girl.
I don’t know.
Takegen moved my head. “Your eyes are cramped. Why are you looking at your husband today? I’m sorry.
“Heigh-hee, nothing. I just wanted to call my sister-in-law. I’m sorry.
And Takeshi looked at me and laughed, and when he looked towards her, his eyes were as bright as the moon.
And when We drink to him, We drink to Takegen and I.
When I hit him in a white suit, he was handsome, he was very handsome, he was very good, and he looked at my brother-in-law’s eyes with gratitude. “My brother-in-law, all the thanks are in the wine, and I respect them first. I’m sorry.
A young man with a good troupe and a young man with a good troupe is a young man sculpted into sand. I’m sorry.
What’s wrong with the sculptor youth.
The young sculptor is happy.
After I got married, I took an annual vacation and I ran away for my honeymoon.
Our first stop on our honeymoon is where I saved the pool.
I was told by Ike that he had been crushed by the talisman, lost in his head, saw a light coming, looked up, and saw me walking towards him.
He said, “It was as if his soul had been lit up.”
I’m:
Yes, Takegen is right. It is true that since I followed me, the language has become more and more common.
I found him too.
A pitiful ghost was placed under a talisman, with a pitiful eye upon me, and a great blemish was written on his face.
I have a soft heart, a friend who has left my amulet behind.
When I said to him, “Come on, don’t be so confused next time.” I’m sorry.
He seemed to look back at me and drifted away.
“You know, when I gave up and wanted to go back to life, Takegen found out I couldn’t go back to life, didn’t you always want to ask, what was my obsession? I’m sorry.
I already know his answer.
He held me gently, “My thoughts are you. I’m sorry.
I laughed, “Why don’t I taste it?” I’m sorry.
“I hope we meet again in the next life. I’m sorry.
“We’ll have a good life.” I’m sorry.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
