Chapter 1: wedge
Lin Yan stood in front of the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing a white cotton shirt and jeans. He has a very delicate face but unfortunately, it looks so haggard. His eyes were bloodshot, and there were two deep black spots underneath them, which make him, grow old a few years. How old are you?
Since being stared at by that thing, I haven’t had a
good night’s sleep for many days.
Lin Yan patted hard on his cheeks, trying to get some
blood on his pale face, and then turned on the tap to catch the water and brush
his teeth. His shadow was reflected on the glass black lacquer basin, and this
was not right, because there was something else not only his shadow. Lin Yan stared at the twisted and deformed reflection on the arc, his
lips began to tremble slightly, and a gust of wind came in from the window make
the incandescent lamp flickered a few times like unstable voltage.
Someone stood behind him.
Lin Yan buried his face in his hands, and there was no
trace of warmth in the palm of his hand. The temperature of his whole body has
been sucked up by the shadow. Life,
school, friends, family, it all turned upside down that night two weeks ago. He
was that person who walked in the alley, umbrella in the hand, without knowing
that thunder will hit him.
The world was so big and there
were so many choices, so why choose him?
Lin Yan sullenly laughed twice, resting his hands on
the cold glass basin, and slowly raised his head to look at the mirror.
A "person" stood behind
him.
To be precise, it was a tall dark
shadow dressed in mottled clothes strained with large old bloodstains. It stood
barefoot not far from behind Lin Yan with long dark hair and a pair of ruthless
deep eyes that stared directly at him.
That pair of eyes that shocked him deeply from the
first sight, were paranoid, desperate, and crazy, with strong reluctance and
even resentment. They were cold as a cold lock that had been frozen in the
courtyard all night in December, and the touch of his fingers could not
uncovered it to warm it. They were cold as a cold lock that had been frozen in
the courtyard all night in December, and it cannot be covered up and warm it
with a gentle touch of his fingers. Even blood and flesh that is connected with
that cold that could not be covered make his exposed bone and flesh turn to
bloody color. Want to pull his fingers and Sucked on them fiercely in his
mouth.
There's nowhere to run to, there is nowhere to escape
at all. Lin Yan was holding his toothbrush in his mouth. They were clearly in
May, but like his whole body have been thrown into the ice water, cold from
head to toe.
And at this moment, the old monk's word flashed
through his mind, "On the first day of the Wushen month (1), your life will
end"
His lifespan is about to come to an end. Even if he is
going to die he cannot die scared of a ghost and not to mention there are still
more than three months for this. Isn't he is tired of playing this game?
"What
the hell do you want?" Lin Yan couldn't help but yell at the figure in the
mirror. His throat was hoarse and the joints of his fingers seemed to freeze.
The black figure came up from behind, folding his hands in front of Lin Yan's
abdomen, resting his chin on his shoulder, in an extremely dependent and
possessive posture. His whole body was wrapped in cold, and his scattered hair
was rubbing against Lin Yan's face, while his lips kissed all the way from Lin
Yan's ear to along the neck, until he reached the collarbone.
Suddenly a
firm and slender hand clasped Lin Yan's throat.
That thing
never allowed him to resist, he was extremely stubborn, paranoid, and selfish.
If he said he wanted it, then Lin Yan had to give his person, his heart, his
body, and finally his life to him.
Lin Yan
was so tired that he didn't want to make a sound. He raised his head trying his
best to hold onto a trace of clarity in the coming lack of oxygen and
suffocation. They stood in stalemate in front of the mirror, one person and one
ghost.
"Go away."
The chilling cold comes from the Yin energy makes Lin Yan's upper and lower
teeth cackle, and his voice couldn't shaking: " People and ghosts have
different ways."
After a
momentary pause, Lin Yan hissed out, "Get the fuck out of here!"
The hand
that was stuck to his neck disappeared, Lin Yan opened his eyes, stood stiffly
with his neck up in the mirror, and the first button of his shirt was
unbuttoned, revealing clearly crimson hickey at his collarbone.
Holding
the cup tightly in his hand, Lin Yan suddenly turned around and smashed it
against the place where the shadow was supposed to be. With a crack, the glass
breaks apart on the opposite wall, water was flowing down the tiles, but the
bathroom was empty.
Lin Yan
stood alone in a daze, still holding the toothbrush in his hand.
Without an
answer, the brightness of the lamp returned again. Lin Yan
looked back at the window, pulled his hand up, and locked it tightly.
Ten
seconds later, Lin Yan stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth and continued
brushing his teeth.
At this point, it has been nearly two weeks since the collapse of Lin Yan's materialistic worldview, which he has held for twenty-two years.
(1)戊申月甲子日 Literary means "Wushen Moon Jiazi Day" I thought it difficult to remember so I translate it as Wushen month (aka) the fifth lunar month.
The author had something to say: This is a story about a gentle ghost haunting a person.
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