Fu Xin wondered for a moment, thinking in his heart, could there be any non-theoretical situations?

The more critical the moment, the more cowardly the system became, but he still mustered up the courage to continue: "Collect one more life, and you will be able to resurrect with Jing Che, whether you are happy or not!" ”

"It's okay, yes, I'm happy."

She nodded in satisfaction.

"Where do you go next?"

"The plane of childhood sweethearts."

"Huh?"

Fu Xin was stunned, childhood sweetheart.

This face sounds like a green age, and it should also be a warm and sweet plane.

As a result, I heard a sentence from the system: "Your bamboo horse is a ghost." ”

Fu Xin: "......"

Retribution is coming.

"Report to the chief, I'm afraid of ghosts, can I retreat?"

"No, the last plane, the host has to work hard to persevere, the first sentence of getting up every day, cheer yourself up first."

Fu Xin: What's going on with the gloating tone of the "......" garbage system!

[Mission: Make a Loyal Dog Contract with Takema]

When Fu Xin opened his eyes, he was lying on the bed.

A steady stream of memories poured into her brain.

Her name is Jian Muqiu, an ordinary senior high school student, who can't extricate herself from the tactics of the sea of questions, and the bamboo horse's name is Shen Ge, and she doesn't have much impression in her memory.

He was born in poor health, when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he was admitted to the hospital, and the treatment was ineffective, and he never came out again, and the Shen family next door also moved away and never came back.

If you want to say that Jian Muqiu has any feelings for Shen Ge, it is probably nostalgia.

The two are childhood playmates, Shen Ge sometimes takes care of her like a big brother, but sometimes he is also like a naughty child of the same age, making her angry and making her cry.

The fragments in the memory are intermittent, and the memory of Shen Ge is even more vague and difficult to capture.

After accepting these memories, Fu Xin stretched, squinted his eyes and turned over to continue lying in bed for a while.

As a result, a young man lay in front of her.

His hair was so soft, his peach eyes seemed to be overflowing with warmth, and the sun shone through the window, but there was no shadow around him.

"You're... Shen Ge? ”

Before the words fell, Fu Xin's door was suddenly opened, and her mother stood at the door and shouted inside: "Mu Qiu, when are you still going to lie in bed, it will be troublesome to be late for the next make-up class!" ”

Fu Xin's heart jumped, seeing her gaze sweeping, Fu Xin was very nervous as if her early love had been discovered.

When she opened the door in the early morning and saw her daughter lying with a teenager, she could almost imagine the miserable situation of being beaten up by Jane's mother and forced to ask everything!

However, what she expected did not happen, and Jane's mother just glanced at her, urged her again, and turned away.

Shen Ge stared at Fu Xin intently and smiled: "She can't see me." ”

"Huh?" Fu Xin was stunned for a moment, and his face was a little hot from his undisguised gaze, "Because you are a ghost?" ”

Shen Ge let out a soft "um" in a nasal voice, and reached out to touch her hair.

But the hand went through the ends of her hair like a void—he couldn't touch her.

"Mu Qiu has grown up."

It's like emotion.

"Wait..."Fu Xin suddenly realized that something was wrong, "Why did you become a ghost and still appear here with me?" ”

Shen Ge's eyes froze: "I don't know, I just remember that I had a congenital heart attack, in the hospital, there was no cure, it floated away from my body like a ball of air, wandering around, forgetting everything, it wasn't until not long ago that I slowly remembered the previous things and found this place along the memory, but I saw that the person living next door was no longer my family, so I came to look for you." ”

After speaking, he smiled, as if he didn't have the sadness of his own death long ago, and there was no loss of not being able to find his family, some were just happy to see the childhood little green plum, and the smile on Najun's face was incredibly warm and overflowing with joy. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "{?$article_title?} ", WeChat pays attention to "excellent reading literature", chatting about life, looking for confidants~