novelaction Chapter 326
Chapter 326
It was a quiet night and Meng Tongfu was looking at the moon by the window.
The twilight these days is very beautiful. When the black color swallows up the entire hill, leaving only the white edges like a detailed painting, it is also beautiful.
When the white jade hangs high, emitting a bright glow, gently spreading soft light and enveloping everything, it is even more beautiful.
Meng Tongfu has been a ghost for three years, gazing at the moon every day. Now that he is back in his body, he can finally feel the reality.
He thought again of Meng Kelan who had helped him once.
It was also a full-moon night. She came from nowhere and only spent a dozen days with him, but she allowed him to take revenge and changed the trajectory of his life.
Or the trajectory of a ghost's life.
The affairs of his relatives were all settled. He occasionally had the chance to visit those distant relatives. Generation after generation got married, had children, grew old, got sick and died. No one of the younger generation now remembered him anymore.
No hatred, no favor, no connection, it doesn’t matter.
Meng Tongfu thought that this was the only wish he had now.
He wanted to repay Meng Kelan's kindness.
But how to find him?
Where did he come from and where did he end up going?
Xiao Ni seemed to know something, but when asked, he avoided the question.
Meng Tongfu thought that he should try his best to accomplish his goal this time, and then find a way to exchange some information with Xiao Ni.
The moon is eternal, quietly guarding this round treasure box that holds a secret for everyone.
The night wind was like a cold hand, pushing open the hotel window and making Meng Tongfu's paper comb rustle.
Suddenly a green light flashed.
Meng Tongfu fixed his eyes and looked toward the mountain outside the window.
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"Master Meng Ling, are you awake?"
Pan Wu overcame his psychological barrier early in the morning. He felt that his out-of-control behavior yesterday was really impolite. He had been chatting well with this kind brother during the day, and he naturally and sincerely told him his identity. As a result, he was so scared that he crashed.
It’s as if there is racial discrimination between humans and ghosts.
Pan Wu got up early and stayed up until seven o'clock. He thought it was about time and wanted to apologize. However, after knocking on the door for a while, no one answered.
Are you angry? No way!
Pan Wu didn't have Master Meng Ling's contact information, so he called Ni Yangzhou.
The phone vibrated and within a second, the call was connected.
"Hello, Lao Ni?"
There was a rustling sound of clothes and then the sound of a bathroom door closing.
"He's still sleeping, what's wrong?"
On the other end of the line was a hoarse and deep voice of an adult male.
That’s Teacher Yan.
Pan Wu's thoughts suddenly snapped, as if they were suddenly broken, and as if they were finally connected, and he suddenly understood the relationship between the two people.
All of Dandan's knowledge about homosexuality came from the information popped up by unscrupulous apps on his phone. Every time he read too fast, by the time he realized what he had read, he had already been forced to type in some shocking thermos literature.
Therefore, Pan Wu's computer briefly froze for two seconds, and then he stammered:
“Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh, uh, just, is Lao Ni okay?”
Pan Wu covered his face with his hands after he finished speaking, and a thousand sentences of "Why am I asking such stupid questions again" popped up in his mind.
Yan Congzhi stood in the bathroom, his clothes neatly dressed, except for some slight wrinkles where he had been pressed against the bed last night.
He looked through the foggy glass at the young man curled up in a ball on the bed: "He's fine."
Pan Wu wiped his face with his hand, and another shocking thought popped into his mind.
He is younger than me...
My roommate is awesome.
Ah no, true love, it should be true love.
"What do you want to ask?" Yan Congzhi saw that the young man was about to wake up and wanted to go back to the bed, so he urged him.
"Ah, nothing. I just came to look for Master Meng Ling. No one answered my knock on the door. I wanted to ask Old Ni for Master Meng Ling's phone number."
"Hold on."
After saying that, the man hung up the phone and tiptoed back to the bed. He did not lie down on the bed again, but just stood aside and watched the young man open his sleepy eyes.
"master."
Ni Yangzhou accepted the fact that he saw a person standing at the head of the bed as soon as he opened his eyes. After all, it had happened before.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Yan Congzhi thought of the tense night, the heavy breathing falling in his ears, and the heartbeat coming through the mattress.
The man nodded.
Ni Yangzhou squinted at the dark circles under Yan Congzhi's eyes, said "Oh", and said "Little Pinocchio".
"what?"
The voice was so low that the man couldn't hear the person on the other side complaining.
Ni Yangzhou naturally would not repeat himself, but he just made the common mistake of modern people and started looking for his cell phone as soon as he opened his eyes.
Yan Congzhi handed over the phone he was holding.
"Pan Wu just called you. I didn't want to disturb your sleep, so I answered the phone for you."
Ni Yangzhou quickly took the phone, clicked on the background, and made sure that his previous love post was not open. Then he slid into the call log and saw that the time was one minute ago.
"What happened to Old Pan?"
Yan Congzhi told him the truth, and Ni Yangzhou hurriedly put on his coat and got up:
"Go, go, go, Master."
The two went upstairs to the floor above where Meng and Pan lived. As soon as they entered the corridor, they saw Pan Wu standing alone and stupidly at the door of Meng Tongfu.
"Old Ni... Teacher Yan."
Ni Yangzhou looked at Pan Wu who seemed to be hesitant to speak, and without asking more questions, he knocked on the door while talking on the phone, but there was no response.
Yan Congzhi called the front desk and asked for the room card under the false pretext that he was worried that his companion might have "got sick from drinking."
Ni Yangzhou stood in the first place, followed by Yan Congzhi, and Pan Wuhe stood at the end.
The young man pushed the door open and was about to close it immediately.
Yan Congzhi stopped him and squeezed in sideways.
Pan Wucai was about to raise his leg when he was nearly hit in the face by the door.
The receptionist was watching from behind with a suspicious look on her face.
Pan Wu smiled foolishly, turned his head and asked loudly to the closed door: "Are you okay? Brother Meng...are you okay?"
Ni Yangzhou and Yan Congzhi looked at each other, then turned their gaze to the lifeless paper man on the bed.
A few seconds later, Ni Yangzhou lifted the paper figure and temporarily placed it under the bed. Yan Congzhi spoke:
"fine."
The door was opened, and Pan Wu and the receptionist who was waiting for the result went into the room and took a look around, only to see an empty room.
Ni Yangzhou clapped his hands and pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "Oh! Brother Meng said he wanted to leave early today. I forgot to tell you."
Pan Wu scratched his ears, not sure whether he believed it or not.
The front desk believed it, confirmed there was no problem and went back downstairs.
At this time, Pan Wucai asked, "Is Master Meng Ling really gone?"
Ni Yangzhou closed the door, leaned over the bed and started to dig out things, pulling out the hidden paper figures one by one.
"Gone, really gone."
The young man brushed off the dust that had rubbed off the paper figure.
"The soul is gone."