Cannon Fodder Counterattacks Spiritual Writings (8)

The various mixed thoughts in his mind were temporarily emptied. Sun Lin walked aimlessly in the mountains and forests, feeling a little depressed.

There are very few perfect things in this world, and he doesn't feel that choosing to conceal his sexuality is a mistake, but that kind of anxiety and depression still makes him a little uncomfortable.

Why does he have to endure this?

Why can't he just have a lover who can join hands for a lifetime?

Could it be that he can only live so depressed in this life?

When there is no one else, when he needs to socialize with the girls at school, when he hears others joking about being a winner in life... many times, he will ask himself like this.

But until now, he still didn't find the answer that really convinced him.

Maybe he can't find the answer for himself in this life?

Sun Lin casually pulled a leaf and sighed.

But just for a moment, he stopped his hand movements and looked at the footprints not far away in disbelief.

That was...

Sun Lin looked down at his shoes, frowned and walked forward, comparing to the footprints.

Is this not his own footprint? !

Sun Lin didn't care about the loss at this time. He raised his head and looked around in surprise, only to find that he was not familiar with the environment here at all!

This... where did he come?

Realizing that he was lost, Sun Lin didn't feel much worry. The vegetation on this mountain is not dense. Although there are fewer people going up the mountain now, he haven't heard of any beasts, and there are more people going up to worship today. Maybe he can run into someone right away, and at the worst, he can call his family for help, so there is no need to worry about safety.

Putting away the cell phone with the full range of signals, Sun Lin didn't worry, and continued to walk along the way he felt.

After half an hour.

"Huh!" Sun Lin frowned and glanced left and right, and finally sat down on a piece of clean grass, leaning on the big tree behind him to relax his aching legs.

The mountain road is difficult, and he hasn't climbed the mountain for many years, so walking down the winding road is really tiring.

Reaching out and taking out the phone, Sun Lin hesitated for a while after looking at the full-frame signal, but withdrew his hand that dialed on the phone.

Forget it, take a break and try to walk around. Maybe he didn't go in the right direction just now? What if his parents climbed up in a hurry but found that they were nearby, wouldn't it be too shameful?

With these thoughts in his mind, Sun Lin pursed his lips and took the phone back into his pocket, leaning on the tree behind him, he let out a long sigh of relief.

Not to mention, he feel a little tired after walking for so long...

Sun Lin yawned, changed to a comfortable posture, and slowly closed his eyes.

The breeze blew, and the buds on the grass that had just protruded their heads shook slightly.

A pair of tender and white feet suddenly appeared beside Sun Lin, then the whole body gradually showed signs of action from the void.

The boy with half-long broken hair tilted his head and looked at the sleeping Sun Lin somewhat puzzled.

His pale fingertips carefully stroked Sun Lin's forehead, the boy felt the warmth of his fingertips, as if he had seen an incredible picture. The expression on his pale skin but delicate features was a little strange.

Raising his hand to touch the dark fingerprints on his neck, the boy frowned, as if determined, he leaned down and covered Sun Lin's body...

It was noon after returning from the cemetery. The three of them had a meal in the restaurant, although Yi Yun and Zhang Nian very much hope to take him immediately to their own home, but Ye Sinian smiled and declined.

It was not that he deliberately alienated them, but that the original owner insisted on staying at home on the anniversary of Qingming and his parents every year.

Yi Yun and Zhang Nian were also accustomed to his persistence. If he agreed to live with them now, it might arouse suspicion.

Also, going tomorrow is the same.

Although it is not appropriate to say this, Ye Sinian is really glad that the original owner's parents did not stay in this world after death, like some people.

Of course, not everyone has the opportunity to be like that.

The timing, the cause of death, the obsession in the heart, the place of death...

Only those who have the right conditions will not completely dissipate in the world, but will turn into such a strange existence.

Until their wish is over and the obsessions in their hearts are resolved, they will let go and completely dissipate.

Of course, the opportunity to resolve obsessions is unavoidable, and most of them can only stay in place, repeating the memories of the last moments of their lives.

Ye Sinian sat at the table, looking blankly at the dense prints and photos on the computer screen.

With the system in hand, he doesn't need to worry that his browsing history will be detected by the authorities, nor does he need to worry that he won't find the most authentic information.

Li Yan, a junior in the media department, a famous school girl, died in front of the school in a car accident three years ago. The perpetrators are still at large.

Zhou Yunhui, a second-year student of the law school, was kicked in and taken away by her junior three two years ago and took a pornographic photo. The two-month-old child in her stomach was gone. Those photos were uploaded to the Internet, and she made a lot of blood in a. Xu Feng, she chose to commit suicide by jumping off the building in despair.

Lin Xiaobei, when his parents' marriage contract broke down when he was five years old, he ran out of Lin's house after his angry mother who left. When the police found his corpse full of traces of torture, one month had passed. The murderer has not yet come back to justice...

Ye Sinian frowned and looked at the boy with a distorted body with scars all over the screen. It was really difficult to associate him with the cute kid holding the doll last night.

And those two can only stay in the place of death and repeat their memories.

Unlike the boy from the previous memory, Lin Xiaobei did not stay where he was, but wandered at the door of the house.

Speaking of which, he still has some impressions of Lin Xiaobei.

His parents' relationship has always been very bad, and they quarreled every three or five, and sometimes even fought.

Although the original owner lived in his aunt's house most of the time in these years, he could hear them eight out of ten times when he came back occasionally. That kind of hysterical quarrel and scolding.

And whenever his parents quarreled, Lin Xiaobei would squatted at the gate of the yard holding his little bear doll, not making any noise or crying, just sitting alone.

Such a small and lonely figure left a very deep impression in the heart of the original owner when he was young.

Unfortunately, before he could find a chance to comfort him, he heard the news of his disappearance and even his death.

Ye Sinian pursed his lips, and when he saw that the parents had written records of a happy family, he frowned almost imperceptibly.

Turning off the computer, Ye sinian stood up, took the cup and walked to the table. Just about to pour some water, he heard the sound of the door knocking.

Ye sinian paused, and calmly raised his wrist to check the time.

23:59

With his long curly eyelashes trembling, Ye sinian put down his water glass blankly, walked out of the study in his pajamas, and walked to the door.

"Brother..." Lin Xiaobei in duckling pajamas looks up to Ye Sinian, his pair of big glazed eyes were teary, full of grievances.

Ye sinian's hand holding the doorknob tightened subconsciously. He frowned and looked at the boy who was not taller than his thigh in front of him. He glanced over his face, which was a little paler than normal, and glanced at his dirty chest where the Xixi bear doll pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It's cold outside..." Seeing his cold face, Lin Xiaobei squatted his mouth, the water vapor in his eyes was thicker, and the grievances on his face almost overflowed. He stretched out his hand to grab Ye Sinian's pajamas. But it was as if suddenly remembering something, the motion of reaching out suddenly paused, and he retracted and wiped hard on his muddy pajamas.

Ye sinian wanted to close the door suddenly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the dim yellow street lamp not far away, his Adam's apple moved, and finally he sighed slightly in his heart and took a step back.

Lin Xiaobei's eyes lit up, his little fleshy hands tightly pinched the hem of Ye Sinian's pajamas, opened his eyes and walked in cautiously.

Looking at Lin Xiaobei, who was holding a baby in front of him with a face that was too well-behaved, Ye Sinian pursed his lips, bent over and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and said: "Play by yourself."

He nodded obediently.

A trace of satisfaction rose in Ye Sinian's heart, and blankly pointed to the single sofa near the floor-to-ceiling window, and said, "Go there if you want to sleep."

"Well..." Lin Xiaobei followed his fingers. Looking over, his eyes flashed when he saw the huge sofa filled with furry dolls.

Ye Sinian was more satisfied with his performance. He looked around and didn't know whether this species needed to sleep or eat. He simply swallowed the instructions in his mouth, and left the sentence "Don't disturb me"

Themn went upstairs expressionlessly.

But it's just a kid, it should be... nothing will happen...

Although he was a little curious about what the little devil would do underneath, Ye Sinian didn't quietly rush to take a peek.

After washing, he went to bed and prepared to rest.

In the darkness, the temperature dropped a few minutes.

Sitting on the bedside, Ye sinian's heart moved, his gaze moved away from the thick tome in his hand, and he looked at the black dagger lying quietly on the table.

The dark carpet was gradually shrouded in a thin layer of white mist, Ye Sinian looked at the particularly familiar scene in front of him, and placed the book on the cabinet.

"Heh..." A pleasant chuckle sounded in his ears.

Ye Sinian's heart trembled, and he was violently pressed onto the pillow.

"Are you waiting for me?"

A cold hand slid into his pajamas, stroking it up along Ye sinian's perfectly lined back muscles, while the other cold hand gently pinched his chin, the breath of cold is close at hand.

Ye Sinian blinked, his expression was a little dumbfounded to meet the slightly golden eyes surrounded by the black pupils, and he could easily see his blank face inside.

"You..." Ye Sinian opened his mouth, and finally found his voice: "Who are you?"

"You came to provoke me, but you don't know who I am?" The man squinted dangerously. His hoarse voice was a little bit of irritation: "And... also took in a little ghost?!"

"I..." The back of his heart was chilled, and a bad premonition hit his heart. Ye Sinian suddenly opened up his eyes big, and his lips were severely blocked before he could argue.

His slender legs were severely suppressed by the man, and both of his hands and wrists were strongly clenched and pressed above his head.

The movement of the hand on the back became more and more sensational

Ye Sinian looked like a fish to be slaughtered. Passively accept the man's fierce deep kiss with his chin.

The sound of tangled lips and tongue reverberated in the dimly lit room.

Ye Sinian's slightly upturned eyes were stained with a hint of blush, his chest was violently ups and downs, his eyes became more and more dazed, his resistance became less and less.

The man curled his lips, the expression on his face was extremely happy, and his cold lips followed his slightly raised neck.

A dark glow suddenly flashed in Ye Sinian's initially blank eyes.

The sky turned around for a while, and the man immersed in the delicate and lovely collarbone was suddenly overturned, his eyes were severely in surprise as he was suppressed on the bed.

"Say! Who are you?!" Ye Sinian pressed his lips tightly, and looked down at the man with exquisite facial features and tough lines under him expressionlessly. The dagger with some rolled blades was held tightly by him, a sharp knife. The tip clung to the man's throat.

"You..." His eyes were getting brighter and brighter, and the man evoked a funny smile. He stretched out his hand to caress Ye sinian and clamped his thigh tightly, his hoarse voice was full of joy: "Very good ..."