#Original title "Please find me"/"The dead ex-boyfriend asked me for help"
Lu Zhihe had an ex-boyfriend who had broken up for many years. The breakup was very ugly, and he wished he had never seen each other again. Unfortunately, a few years after the breakup, he was mediocre and he became a free and unrestrained photographer. So the only thing he could do was to click on this person's social account to see how miserable he was recently.
Finally one day, photos taken of him when they were together were posted on the Internet, resulting in all kinds of information about him being revealed. Although it didn't have a big impact, it did allow Lu Zhihe to find a handle. He immediately felt that he had concealed it well and went to private messages to scold his ex-boyfriend a lot to relieve his anger.
As a result, he was caught that night.
[Lu Zhihe.
Haven't seen you for a long time.
[The phone number has not changed, please contact me.
And just when Lu Zhihe had not thought about how to reply to these messages, he received the funeral notice from his ex-boyfriend. He was so confused that he did not even accept this reality. After attending the funeral, he came out and saw his dead ex-boyfriend again.
"Please find me," he said.
Lu Zhihe: "What are you doing? You want to play hide-and-seek. There are real ghosts."
Zhou Ge: "I'm waiting for you."
Lu Zhihe: "The journey of life is always lonely. In fact, the journey of death is also so. Don't expect to have a companion on this journey. Die early and be born early. Walk slowly and don't see you off."
Zhou Ge: "Use my inheritance as reward."
Lu Zhihe: "Deal."
Copy written on: 2024.12.29
Note: 1. Non-Shuang Jie, Shou is unclean (for a reason); Gong, pure and flawless, and emotionally unenlightened.
2. You can scold the author, but please don't scold the protagonist. If you insist on scolding the bad character, please scold the author lightly qwq
3. There is no resurrection plot, but there will be an if line
4. It will be renamed "The Garden of Night" later.
Intention: Even if it didn't really exist, it is a memory shared by the two of us.
