The Centennial Good Hungry Ghost and the Pure Yang Grain Merchant
Ruan Nuo has been dead and hungry for a hundred years, and he plans to stay at Gong Yixi's house.
Gong Yixi is the largest grain merchant in the capital. He has a pure Yang constitution and is filled with golden merits. He's not afraid of ghosts, but he's just a little annoyed - the teacup on the table always moves by itself, the letters he writes always get blown to the ground, and the jade pendant keeps disappearing.
"Are you a ghost or a cat?" He asked into the air.
Ruan Nuo squatted on the top of the bookshelf, stamping his feet angrily. He is obviously a good ghost! The kind that will kill you if you open a warehouse and store grain!
Later, someone wanted to frame Gong Yixi. Ruan Nuo squatted in the dark and heard the conspiracy, and his soul was burning with anxiety. He wanted to tell him but had no mouth.
He is a ghost. Can't even speak.
He gritted his teeth, walked out of the house, walked through the streets and alleys, and sneaked into the villain's house to steal evidence. After his soul power was exhausted and almost scattered, he took the fake documents back and gently placed them on Gong Yixi's desk.
After dawn, Gong Yixi was stunned when he saw the pile of paper. He looked down at his empty palms, his eyes suddenly red.
That stupid guy. I can't even say my name, I can't even hold a bowl of porridge steady. Who asked him to go?
——He goes. Go for your life.
A stupid ghost who has been hungry for a hundred years × a duplicitous pure Yang grain merchant
Sweet story, he, two male protagonists.
Intention: This is a story about "being seen" - a lonely soul who has been alone for a hundred years only wanted a bite of food, but unexpectedly waited for someone who really saw him.