Undead Journal

Chapter 4

Sunny January 1th in the Age of the Undead

Today's diary will start at midnight, because I woke up in the middle of the night today, and was awakened by a kind of tremor like sifting chaff on my cheeks-this description is quite lacking in beauty, but it was the most real feeling at that time. It is estimated that anyone who sleeps well A Zhengmei person would not be able to think of an aesthetically pleasing description after being awakened like this.

I almost opened my eyes in anger, but when I opened my eyes, my anger disappeared immediately, because Mr. Watering Can was watching me steadily from a place less than 10 centimeters from my head, because I suddenly understood What is the purpose of the thrilling feeling during the day?

That's because Mr. Watering Can has extremely beautiful eyes.

Thanks to Ghost's night vision, I now have no trouble seeing the shape of Mr. Watering Can's eyes.

Thanks also to the night, Mr. Watering Can's dark and terrible eye circles are blurred by it, so it doesn't affect the perception of those eyes themselves.

Those are a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes. The essence of their beauty lies not only in the perfection of their shape, but also in the clarity and concentration of those pupils.Being looked at by such a pair of eyes, you will feel that everything else in the world does not exist, only you and him are left.

And even though there are thousands of people and everything in this world, he only has you in his eyes.

Under the gaze of such a pair of eyes, I couldn't help but feel stagnant, and almost forgot the fact that he could see me, and also forgot the hand floating on my face, which was the source of the shock that woke me up .

Thinking of the source of the earthquake, I finally came back to my senses, I shrugged my head back, and said to him in a low voice, "Why bother?"

Mr. Watering Can calmly withdrew his hand and asked me, "Who are you?"

This is the first time I heard him speak, and the first time I was fortunate to hear such a somewhat deserted, but extremely obsessive voice.

I was intoxicated by this timbre for ten seconds before I remembered to answer his question: "This question... basically I also really want to know."

Mr. Watering Can didn't mean to disbelieve my statement.

In fact, he should be called expressionless at this moment, so it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not.

He slightly opened his lips, and asked again: "Did you come to find me specially?"

I was a little embarrassed, but I had to repeat my previous answer with some changes: "This question... basically I still want to know."

Mr. Watering Can is still expressionless, so I don't see if he's disappointed.

He looked at me steadily for a while, then turned his head away, closed his eyes, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

I couldn't fall asleep for a while, and stared blankly, thinking about Mr. Watering Can's words.

His first sentence included my origin, and the second sentence related to my obsession.

I basically don't bother with such a distant and profound question about where I came from, but I really want to know about obsession, because it is related to where I am going.

People can come here indifferently, but they can't help but look forward to their own future.

Well, I'm a ghost now.

But even if I am a ghost, I still want to know what my ghost life goal is, and I am always living in such a daze, which really makes ghosts feel at a loss.

So, will my obsession be related to Mr. Watering Can?

I've been here as long as I've been conscious, and apart from the uninvited crewmate, there's only Mr. Watering Can in my life.

If so, what do I want to do with Mr. Watering Can?

Xiaoping was obsessed with revenge and wanted to kill that person, and even if I lost my memory, I must have some kind of impulse towards Mr. Watering Can in my subconscious, but in fact I have no instinct related to it at all.

But such a question didn't make me think for too long, and soon I fell asleep again.

From this point of view, I should be regarded as a ghost with nothing on my mind. Not only the so-called origin can't bother me, but the actual destination... I don't care too much.

The next morning, I woke up rubbing my eyes, hugged the quilt and looked at the figure passing by the bedroom door from time to time, and suddenly remembered that I was not without any impulse towards Mr. Watering Can.

For example, I once ate half full on his lips.

For example, I always involuntarily go to help him.

For example, I feel distressed why no one takes care of him.

Most of my thoughts were still asleep last night, so I didn't think about these things, but in the morning when I was full of sleep and refreshed, I finally had a flash of inspiration, pouring every bit of my relationship with him into my heart.

So, the truth is I have a crush on Mr. Watering Can?

I sorted out my thoughts for a while, and guessed that the process was roughly like this: As an old ghost who has been wandering in this world for an unknown amount of time, I accidentally floated onto this balcony, and saw that I was holding a watering can to those flowers. Mr. Watering Can, who hastily watered the water, didn't want to be shocked by a glance, so he became obsessed with it, and was trapped in this building, and lost his memory by coincidence or necessity.

I went over the process carefully and found that there were no loopholes.

At this moment, Mr. Watering Can came to the door of the bedroom and said to me: "I'm out. I put the spare key on the coffee table for you."

I responded naturally, and then I realized that this person could indeed see me.

And since when did he see me? If it was the night before, then his dark circles from yesterday and his not surprising that the TV was on by himself would all be explained.

If it was the beginning, then why did he pretend to ignore me at that time?

After thinking about it, I found this question very funny. He is a human and I am a ghost. It is normal for him to pretend to ignore me. It is not normal for him to say something suddenly last night.

Then why did he say it?

Thinking of the two penetrating dark circles he saw yesterday, I guess he must have struggled in pain before finally deciding to put all his eggs in one basket. After all, it is really impossible to live in the same roof with a ghost of unknown origin. It is a pleasant thing.

Or he broke my Xingzang with the idea of ​​revenge, grudges and complaints.

But when I think of his attitude just now, I am a little confused. This is obviously a normal cohabitant with a slightly caring tone.

And the hand he put on my cheek yesterday.

There should be many ways to wake me up, but he chose the kind that is a little gentle and a little ambiguous.

Could it be that he also has a crush on me?

And what kind of goodwill can make him break through the barrier between human and ghost, and Yin and Yang are not such a taboo?

I got up and looked in the mirror for a long time, but I still couldn't see my own face in it. There was no way, I was a ghost.

But I feel that my appearance is extremely amazing, and it is unlikely that I will fall in love with it and be committed to it. After all, Xiaopingtou, who is good at expressing surprises, has never expressed any surprises in this regard.

Of course, to be on the safe side, ask Xiao Pingtou to ask him personally.

Tremblingly, I picked up the spare key of the warm brand on the coffee table, opened the door, but found that compared with the warmth and comfort in the room, the corridor outside the door was unexpectedly cramped and dark.

I stood in the dark and got used to it for a while before I remembered the little red soldier Aping that Xiaopingtou mentioned, and I sighed in my heart. After all, this is an old building that existed since the first day.

Why does Mr. Watering Can live alone in such an old building?

I guess he is not very rich.

When I hid the spare key under the door step, I immediately overturned this conjecture. Such a beautiful step should not be affordable for a less wealthy person.

Of course, this is just an insignificant detail, and soon I ignored the problem and started looking for Xiaopingtou in this building in earnest.

According to Xiaopingtou, there are four other ghosts in this building, but I didn't meet any of them along the way.

I think they were a little afraid of me, at least I looked antique in this robe.

Finally, I found Xiaopingtou by the slanted window of the attic on the top of the building. The sunlight moved slowly in that narrow area along with the sun's position, and almost shone on Xiaopingtou's body.

From this alone, I can judge that Xiaopingtou's current state is very bad.

I looked at him worriedly, but couldn't say a word.

Because I found that I didn't know what to call him, so I couldn't just say hello, or Xiaopingtou.

As a result, Xiaopingtou himself spoke first. He looked at me blankly and said, "Senior, I actually saw him—how dare he pass by here after killing me!"

Ghosts don't have tears, otherwise I think at this time I will definitely see one big teardrop one after another rolling out of the eye sockets of the small crew cut.

Because I really felt his grief.

I feel a little distressed, and I can't help but care about some beautiful people or things.

Although Xiaopingtou's appearance does not meet my aesthetics, he is indeed a very cute boy with healthy wheat-colored skin, big eyes, a youthful and lively body and a tight and round buttocks.If it wasn't for a ghost, it must be a mess of sunshine and handsome.

The most commendable thing is that even though he has become a ghost, his eyes are often full of innocence and enthusiasm.

The author has something to say: Well, this log is too thick and long, so I haven't finished it yet

So, as you can see above, I chose the former between posting half and stopping