When he got home, Ji Rao asked Yang Zeyu to sit casually. He went to the sofa and suddenly frowned, "go, I'll wash your face."

Yang Zexin's face was still bloody. He was afraid that Yang Zeyu would feel uncomfortable when he saw it later.

When Yang Zeyu heard Ji Rao talking to the air, he immediately raised his ears. "Are you talking to Xiao Xin?"

"Yes, I'll wash his face. Sit down."

"Oh, good." Yang Zeyu was sitting on the sofa, looking very upright.

Shen Yicheng came out of his bedroom, holding a small bottle of things with dark green liquid in it.

Yang Zeyu suddenly stood up, "what is this?"

"I told you you don't know. Lie down and I'll give you a drop."

Yang Zeyu immediately lay down on the sofa, he looked at the side of Shen Yicheng, "drop this, I can see Xiaoxin, right?"

"Yes."

"But I can't touch him, can I?"

"Well, it's only six hours."

"Brother Shen." He suddenly looked at Shen Yicheng seriously, "will people in this world become ghosts when they die?"

Shen Yicheng knew what he wanted to ask, he was silent for a moment, "your brother may be too obsessive, so he did not go to reincarnation, you still have to persuade him to go to reincarnation, otherwise in the world can only be a ghost."

Yang Zeyu looked lonely, but he laughed again, "I shouldn't be greedy, just let me see him."

His head lay down, his eyes wide open, "drop it."

Ji Rao leads Yang Zexin downstairs. Yang Zeyu's eyes fall on Yang Zexin. Ji Rao knows that he can see it.

Yang Zeyu opened his mouth without saying anything, and his eyes turned red first.

"Brother!" Yang Zexin ran to Yang Zeyu with his small arms open. Yang Zeyu also squatted down and opened his arms.

But they didn't hold each other. Yang Zeyu's hand went through Yang Zexin's arm.

Two people are Leng Leng, although early know is like this, but really want to hold up when the air, the sense of loss is speechless.

Yang Zexin has been used to this for a long time. He looked at the stunned Yang Zeyu and went to coax him, "brother, don't be sad. You can still see me."

Yang Zeyu's nose and eyes were red, and the tears in his eyes seemed to fall down the next moment.

Yang Zexin heartless smile, "brother is really handsome, really tall, I like brother the most."

When Yang Zexin left, they were not a few years old apart. Unexpectedly, Yang Zeyu is now 18, but Yang Zexin still stays in his childhood.

"I really miss you. I can always dream of you."

"I miss my brother, too." At last, Yang Zexin could not help crying.

"I remember you like seaweed, Wangzai and chocolate. I buy them every time."

Yang Zexin raised his red eyes and looked at Yang Zeyu like a complaint. "In the end, my brother ate it himself?"

Yang Zeyu smiles with tears, "how does Xiao Xin know?"

"Because I didn't get it." Yang Zexin wiped his tears, but he couldn't stop. In the end, he couldn't even say a complete sentence, "I've never I've never received a gift from my brother. Other kids have it. I I didn't. I thought I thought my brother didn't remember me. "