death is your ghost

Some experienced adults say that a gentleman can endure things as much as he can. If he really can't bear it, he can consider using his mouth, but try not to use his hands, because you don't know how to touch it lightly and something will happen.

Now that Chi understood this truth, his push was not an angry one, causing Mo Han, who was planted on the bed, to pass out.

Purely, he thought that Mo Han was threatening him, and he didn't panic until he was chattering beside him for a long time, but he didn't respond.

Chi Yue walked over with his long legs, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, he was still breathing, and the big stone in his heart fell half, but he still didn't give up, and babbled a few words like a joke.

"Mo Han, you wouldn't be so fucking cowardly, you would faint after pushing it. I saw that you were in pain for several hours before, and you just hummed. Your brain is still there. Is this going to work?"

Mo Han breathed slowly and evenly, the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible, and his eyes were closed, as if he was dead.

"I've never seen you like this. You were alive and well in the first half an hour, let's put this bragging aside, now you just poke at it, and don't care about the shit."

When Chi Yue talked about him, Mo Han didn't move, his eyelashes were docilely pasted under his eyes, smudged by the light, casting a soft light and shadow.

"Hey, you haven't taken a bath yet, and you haven't cleaned up your table. You quit and leave it all to me. Believe it or not, I'll go find Xiao Nan!"

That's right, Xiao Nan can't see herself.

Seeing that Mo Han was still maintaining his initial movements, Chi Yue was unwilling: "You won't sleep until tomorrow afternoon, right? If you can't learn it, let me help you."

The empty room became a stage for Chi Yue to perform alone. Mo Han was so sleepy that he applauded and booed without venting his anger. Chi Yue had no choice but to undress him, carry him to the bathroom, and try his best to follow him. Like a nanny, he washed and cleaned him, put him on the bed, covered him with a thin quilt, and turned on the oscillating electric fan to blow the hot air in the room.

Even if he is the only man left in the world, he is still an upright man.

……

At night, Chi Yue, who was lying next to Mo Han, could not sleep with his eyes open, feeling a little depressed, and part of the reason for the depression was the meeting with Chi Nan tonight.

Chi Nan's reaction was far less extreme than when he learned of his death. Relatively calmly, he became less and less like the kid who followed him before, and he couldn't see what qualifications he had to be his brother anymore. .

He also wondered if the lightness and calmness were the protective film that Chi Nan gradually formed to deal with various changes in the outside world when he learned of his death.

He understands, but not too well.

Now it seems that Chi Nan has grown up and no longer needs anyone's protection, so...it doesn't matter if he has himself or not.

This kind of thinking is abnormal, Chi Yuechang sighed with incomprehensible air in his heart, isn't it what he expects when his brother grows up, and he still can't let go of something?

Outside the window, the unique icy blue moon in summer soaks in the surrounding clouds, sprinkles into the dreamers in every household, and also sprinkles into those who are worried and sleepless.

Mo Han's chest rose and fell slightly, his side face was hidden under the soft black hair, like a poor kitten, he handed over his hand, and rubbed it slightly according to the temperature.

Don't think about it, you are already dead, no matter what it will be like ten years later.Having someone you love is enough.

The sun is shining and the earth is golden.

"Are you kidding!!" A cry from the corridor of Class 21, Senior Three, cut off the harmonious sound of reading in the class, and everyone looked out for a moment.

The old class had a headache to deal with this hard-to-persuasion role, rubbed the center of his brows, and said kindly: "It's your honor to let you be the graduate representative, okay? Many people can't ask for it, why are you so embarrassing?" Woolen cloth?"

As soon as I came this morning, I was told by the head teacher that as a senior high school graduate representative, he was asked to give a speech in the auditorium on Friday, and Mo Han refused with every cell in his body.

It's good that he studies well, but he doesn't want to show off in front of so many people. Anyone who knows him knows that he can speak with one mouth, but he doesn't want to say such serious words on such a serious occasion. This is like hello He is going to die.

"I won't go. The monitor, study committee member, and other class leaders can go. Why let me go? No." Mo Han didn't give the class teacher a way out, and refused decisively if he wanted to.

The homeroom teacher really doesn't understand why the kids nowadays don't have the sense of honor of his time. Asking him to give a speech on stage is like killing him.

"What a great opportunity this is. No one else wants it. Why are you so ignorant?"

Eyebrows that cannot be steeled, and lips that hate iron that cannot be steeled, the head teacher tried to persuade him, but Mo Han was unmoved.

"I also don't understand why graduate representatives want to give a speech with good grades. What does this mean? Why don't they find a middle-grade student to reconcile and win public opinion?"

Every year, the graduation school always engages in these moths, and requires all grades to study. Whenever I see those good students standing on the podium decorated with flowers, telling how hard they are and how hard it is. Uncomfortable, I don't know that the people below are calling them hypocritical.It wasn't Mo Han who scolded him, but he happened to sit next to a boy once and heard it.

Seeing his stubbornness, the head teacher directly blamed him: "I don't care, if you don't go, you won't give me face. I can't hold my head up in front of other teachers. You will pay me for this loss. That's the deal, you It's useless to object."

"No—" Mo Han hurriedly refused, but Lao Ban was one step ahead of him.

"Don't talk about it, go back and write a speech, and dress handsomely when the time comes, our class will depend on you, and then I will turn against you, brat."

In the end, after the threat was deterred, coupled with the head teacher's rogue temper, the heavy responsibility of speaking on behalf of the graduates fell on Mo Han.

"I..." Mo Han wanted to be speechless, and was so angry that he wanted to lift the roof off.

"Hey, remember to write the speech!" The class teacher reminded him without forgetting to turn around.

"Don't write!" This time it should be fast.

"Hey! You brat." Lao Ban didn't come over to have a proper talk with him as he said that, he knew that when he went back now, Mo Han would definitely push him away again.

He is not stupid.

Depend on!Mo Han still thought about graduating lightly, but he didn't want to be tricked by his old class before graduation.

I didn't burn incense when I went out, causing a show.

After the old class left shamelessly, the class next to Ye Xiaye stretched out her head, which had been eavesdropping for a long time, and smiled at Mo Hanyin.

"Yo, graduate representative, I admire you."

There is no admiration, but a lot of ridicule.

"On behalf of your sister, get out." Mo Han was in a bad mood, what kind of graduation ceremony is he doing, is it interesting to talk about some big truths?It is not enough to directly influence some hooligans.

"Come on, who doesn't know that you are different from those graduates in previous years. Immediate performance is your strong point. Just say a few words, that's enough." Ye Xiaye knows Mo Han quite well, this guy can't spit ivory out of his mouth, But his mother's crooked reasoning, crooked reasoning, thinking about it in depth, it's really the same thing, philosophy!Awesome!

Later, when Mo Han was tidying up his clothes at home, he was told that he could only wear school uniforms, and that the jacket and trousers must be uniform, which symbolized the beautiful youthful vitality of the school.

Mo Han was so angry that he dropped the phone. Fortunately, Chi Yue picked it up by chance. He was still angry and wanted to go up and step on the person on the phone to death.

Mo Han did what he said, and he was about to kick him when he raised his foot. Fortunately, Chi Yue pulled his manic body and stopped his atrocities.

Chi Yue felt that this scene only appeared in comics.

Mo Han's hair stood up all over his body, his big eyes widened, his slender arms dazzled in the air, his feet kicked wildly, and he spat out the swear words "I'll fucking kill you", just like in a cartoon bad boy.

"Calm down, just go on stage and make a speech, don't be so excited." Chi Yue comforted him. He dropped out of high school before finishing high school, and his daughter-in-law got excellent grades and was selected as a graduate representative. His face seemed to be slapped three times. The golden light can blind others when they walk in front of them.

"Damn it - I'm so scolded when I speak on stage, I suffer from being dumb!" The more Mo Han thought about it, the more he felt that it was not worthwhile, and he had to take a suit of scolding away before graduating smoothly, which was the worst of the century .

As he spoke, he struggled in Chi Yue's arms, stretching out his feet to break the annoying cell phone.

"You still let me wear that ugly school uniform, which is also called handsome? I will kill you."

Chi Yue controlled him from behind and turned to the front to stop him. "Okay, okay, I'll treat you to Korean food on Friday night."

"Don't eat!"

"Japanese cuisine?"

"Don't eat."

“Thai food.”

"OK."

Mo Han calmed down in an instant, straightened his messy hairstyle, flicked the folds of his clothes, as if nothing had happened, wiped his mouth, and wiped his sweaty neck.

Chi Yue opened his mouth wide, as if seeing a ghost, this, is this still Mo Han who was furious just now?Dare to act so well in this show, is he waiting for himself to invite him to dinner?

"Why are you standing there, change your clothes and leave." Mo Han said.

"Go now?" Chi Yue asked.

"Explore the enemy's situation, let's have fun tomorrow night." Mo Han said.

In order to show his silent protest, Mo Han skipped the afternoon class. He stared at his mobile phone to see the class teacher calling, and then he took the opportunity to ask that he would not go back to class unless he was not on stage.

However, for a whole afternoon and one night, the class teacher didn't even send a text message, and the expectations in my heart dropped from full to half, then to the bottom, and then to nothing.

"Come on, no one cares about you except me." Chi Yue said inexplicably, chewing candy in his mouth.

"It's really fucking turning your face and denying people, taking off your pants and denying your account!" Mo Han spat.

"Ah?" Chi Yue almost choked on a piece of candy, he heard right, didn't he, what did Mo Han say?

Looking at Chi Yue's shocked eyes, Mo Han knew that he had made a mistake, so he waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It's easy to say, why, can't you be a joker?"

It's a joke, the older it gets, the more biased it becomes.

Chi Yue sucked the saccharine in his mouth, saw a barbecue seller on the roadside ahead, and said: "Do you want to eat barbecue, I will add some meat to you, so you can hold it comfortably."

Mo Han, who never eats junk food, was really stimulated today. He eats barbecue when he eats it. His grandfather's, he has never tasted barbecue since he grew up.

The roadside barbecue stall has been doing business here for two years. The authentic Sichuan-Chongqing barbecue is from other places. The corn is really the same as the one on the Internet. Skewers of corn kernels are grilled on the fire, sprinkled with cumin and pepper , spread some spicy sauce, the taste is really fragrant.

The stall owner is wearing a mask and an apron, turning over the barbecue with one hand, and switching various seasonings with the other.

Pointing to a pair of meat next to him, Chi Yue asked Mo Han, "What do you want to eat? Lamb kebabs? Beef kebabs? Or Arabic barbecue? Or grilled wings?"

According to Mo Han, except for mutton kebabs, beef kebabs sound more reliable, and the rest are some kind of stuff. What he sees most on his mobile phone is Xinjiang mutton skewers. I have a better impression of this. Others I dare not try.

"Lamb skewers."

The stall owner asked, "How many skewers?"

"39 strings." Mo Han said.

A question mark appeared on Chi Yue's head: "Why don't you make up a whole number?"

"Because he is 39 years old, I ate him."

The stall owner counted 39 skewers and saw Mo Han talking to himself and asked, "Student, what are you talking about?"

Mo Han responded immediately: "No, nothing."

"There are seats over there, you can eat here, and sit there and wait." The boss said.

Mo Han hummed, walked to the wooden table next to the booth and sat down. The seat here is just inside the green belt, separated from the sidewalk outside, and there is less dust.There is also a huge tarpaulin propped on the head, and the environment is not bad.

There are not many students hanging out at night, and the third year of high school who has no evening self-study is also unable to come out to read at home. Apart from a few couples and friends, there are no people on the street.

The stall owner brought up the grilled lamb kebabs and presented a can of beer. Mo Han hurriedly bowed down to thank him.

"The boss is very generous. Seeing your students give you drinks."

Mo Han said: "That's because the boss has good eyesight, and he saw that I'm bohemian and love to drink."

"Come on, I don't know if you've had a drink or not, so what are you pretending to do?" Chi Yue mercilessly dismantled him.

Mo Han didn't eat a piece of junk food, let alone drink beer. He saw that the boss was so enthusiastic, and he couldn't refuse, otherwise he would be so ignorant of the world.

This is emotional intelligence, Mo Han boasted.

The smell of mutton skewers seduced the taste buds. Mo Han squeezed one and tasted it, and found that it tasted good, then squeezed another one, and another one, until the checkmarks on the table were a bit messy, and he asked Chi Yue to help him throw out the trash .

Unexpectedly, when Chi Yue came back after throwing out the garbage, he heard the boss scream and fell to the ground, his eyes widened.

Mo Han took out the mutton skewers that were about to be put into his mouth, and asked Chi Yue puzzledly: "What did you just do?"

Time seemed to stand still, and Mo Han suddenly looked at the iron pan in Chi Yue's hand. He seemed to be holding the iron pan just now to go out and draw the lottery.

He forgot that Chi Yue was invisible to others.

A huge exclamation point popped up in his heart, Mo Han hurriedly took out the money and put it on the table, took some mutton skewers, and fled.

If you don't leave, it's time to die.

The author has something to say:

I received all the concern yesterday, I am very touched, thank you for your concern, I will try my best to repay you with more articles, and I hope that you will always have a pure heart.

Stop talking, I went to study, hahahaha