Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

At three o'clock in the morning, the man finally moved.

But his movements were like that of an extremely slow old man, extremely difficult, as if just moving would consume most of his energy.

Late at night, almost everyone was asleep, including the homeless.

He was the only one, slowly moving with heavy steps, staggering, and falling to the ground again.

Drunk as hell.

Yun Si followed him, watching how he walked through the deserted streets step by step, silently returning to his place of residence like a lost dog in water.

A dark basement.

The door to the basement was made of iron and chained shut.

He fell at the door, as if he had no strength left, and just fell there, motionless.

As if dead.

The cold iron door and the biting cold evening breeze.

His body seemed to be very cold, so cold that his fingers were stiff and unable to move.

Under the messy hair, his face was visibly disgusting and still festering.

The pus flowed out, but it was as if he couldn't feel it. His entire body had lost its vitality, and he was about to die in this cold winter.

Yun Si slowly knelt down and looked at him silently.

She tightened her fingers and pinched herself until the tingling sensation came, and she could feel a sense of reality.

The sense of reality told her that he had lived such a miserable life.

Yun Si looked at him quietly and stretched out her hand, wanting to touch him gently.

When she touched his cold hand that was almost without warmth, she was startled and looked at her own hand again.

Astonished, as if she wanted to verify something, she reached out and touched him gently.

...you can really touch it.

Yun Si was a little confused.

After looking at her hand for a while, she came to her senses, approached him, and slowly helped him up.

The chain was locked, but Yun Si cast a spell at will and unlocked it.

She opened the door and slowly helped the drunken man in.

The damp and cold air in the basement rushed towards my face, so cold that my skin became painful and unbearable at that moment.

Yun Si raised her eyes and the first thing that caught her eye were the large and small posters plastered all over the wall.

It's all her, all of it.

Walls, ceilings, windows...

Wherever she could put up posters, they were all plastered with her.

An out-and-out obsessed fan, to the point of being almost crazy.

It was empty, nothing but posters.

There was no bed, no sofa, no table, not even... not even a quilt.

Empty except for plastered posters.

On the ground, there were all neatly folded posters.

As long as it was not attached, he would tidy it up and place it neatly.

The desolation in this basement was not contaminated.

"..." Yun Si took a deep breath.

After calming down, she closed the iron door.

Holding his waist with one hand, he looked around, looking for a place to stay.

As for those magazine posters, Yun Si cast a random spell and moved them to the corner.

After finally clearing out an open space in this narrow space, she was about to make some move.

The person she had been supporting slowly raised his head.

The pair of cloudy eyes hidden under the messy hair looked at her steadily, empty and gray.

It's like he has lost consciousness.

Yun Si noticed something, turned her head, and met his eyes.

He looked at her quietly, motionless.