Chapter 61: Bigamy

Tan Xueci’s mind went blank for a moment. This year’s first snow was fluttering down thick and fast, and the bustling noise of the heavy traffic in Beijing seemed to vanish from his ears. He felt a sudden urge to hide.

Yet, He Xunye held his face, forcing him to look back at him.

The evil ghost’s complexion remained a pale, ghostly blue-green, and his dark peach-blossom eyes were deep and heavy, but within his pupils, Tan Xueci’s tiny reflection was mirrored—as if his promise was of paramount importance to the entity.

“I…” Tan Xueci felt a bit unsteady on his feet. Grabbing He Xunye’s overcoat, he stammered, “I don’t know how to do anything…”

“Is that important?” He Xunye lowered his eyes. The talisman from earlier had already burned to ash, but his palm still carried a scorching body temperature. Cupping Tan Xueci’s frozen little face, he seemed to let out a low laugh.

Pressing his forehead against Tan Xueci’s, his tone was lazy, inexplicably making one’s ears burn as he said, “I went to school because I was very stupid and could only rely on schooling to prove myself. But my Little Lamb is already very smart, so it doesn’t matter if you didn’t go to school.”

Listen to that. What kind of nonsense was he spouting?

Tan Xueci’s face turned red with embarrassment, reluctant to admit he had been coaxed. If anyone else called him a little illiterate, he would be furious. But being praised like this made him quite self-conscious; how could he possibly be that smart?

“But…” Tan Xueci bit his lip, feeling a bit bewildered. “We were an arranged marriage…”

When Tan Xueci was a child, he didn’t possess much of a moral compass; it was as if he had been born with a moral deficiency. His older brother had discovered this fact very early on.

His brother had held Tan Xueci to watch a cartoon. In the cartoon, a little sheep set fire to the butt-fur of the neighboring uncle goat. He asked Tan Xueci what should be done. Tan Xueci opened his large, beautiful, dark eyes and sentenced the little sheep to death, saying, “Eat it?”

A question mark slowly rose over Tan Yanning’s forehead. He attempted to explain to Tan Xueci, “But this little sheep is very cute. Why can’t we give it another chance?”

It was originally meant to teach a child to correct their mistakes, but in Tan Xueci’s hands, it turned into a horror movie.

Tan Xueci wasn’t listening at all. Sucking on his fingers, he had already thought of lamb skewers, and a bit of drool overflowed.

“If Little Darling does something wrong,” Tan Yanning pried his fingers out, continuing to guide him patiently, asking, “Should we eat you too?”

Tan Xueci’s eyes suddenly widened. Tears streaming down as he waved his small hands, he hurriedly said, “No, you can’t.”

Right. He was also double-standard.

He belonged to the type who, when criticized to his face for a fault, would get slapped. He was unwilling to change and didn’t want to be scolded, so he would simply solve the person who raised the problem.

Tan Yanning was deeply worried, his vision turning black repeatedly. He had already envisioned Tan Xueci going to prison in the future, but since he had never seen what Tan Xueci would look like when grown up, his mind was entirely filled with images of a three-year-old Tan Xueci in handcuffs being thrown into jail.

He played house with Tan Xueci. Tan Xueci knelt on the bed, sticking his little bottom in the air as he gathered over a dozen plush toys into his own “house,” huffing and puffing as he moved them for half the day.

“Little Darling,” Tan Yanning’s eyes lit up, and he asked very gently, “Are these your good friends?”

“No,” Tan Xueci supported his snowy-white cheek, introducing them to him, “These are my husbands, and these are my wives.”

In any case, as long as he liked them, he would snatch them all into his house in one fell swoop.

Tan Yanning: “…”

Bigamy!

Tan Yanning took a deep breath. At that time, he didn’t know that Tan Xueci would be locked away six months later, nor did he know how freezing the pool water that drowned him would be. Although he was still sick, he was a child after all; he always felt they still had plenty of time.

At least he would be able to watch Tan Xueci grow up a little bit more.

He felt it didn’t matter if Tan Xueci didn’t want to learn to read; he could teach him later. However, other aspects of his education could not wait.

Thus, he took Tan Xueci and taught him that he couldn’t just slap people at will, couldn’t marry multiple wives, and couldn’t just snatch people directly into his house—one had to get to know someone, then date, and finally get married and have children. A little puritan had raised an even smaller puritan.

Tan Xueci still listened to his brother’s words very much, so he cared greatly about the correct sequence of events. Everything between him and He Xunye was completely out of order, leaving him at a total loss for what to do.

He wanted to date someone who belonged solely to him until death, but He Xunye could at best count as a ghost who belonged solely to him.

And he was already dead.

Did he like He Xunye?

Was he prepared to let a male ghost entrust his entire life to him, and for him to remain fiercely loyal to this male ghost?

Did He Xunye even like him that much?

If the person who married He Xunye back then had been someone else, someone who looked even better than him, would He Xunye also hold that person, calling them “Baby” this and “Baby” that, and then say he wanted to date them?

Tan Xueci’s eyelashes trembled, his breath hitching slightly. Back at the orphanage, he had thought he had found a good mother, until the other party raised a knife against him. Only then did he learn that there were things in this world that could hurt so deeply.

If even humans were like that, what did he have to rely on to believe in the fidelity of a ghostly entity?

He Xunye’s narrow dark eyes gazed unblinkingly at Tan Xueci. He roughly knew what Tan Xueci was thinking. If he wanted Tan Xueci to step forward and voluntarily be with him, he should tell Tan Xueci that, in reality, from the very first moment, he had liked him.

At that time, he merely thought he was very cute. Later, he found him to be even cuter than imagined, and burdened with many thoughts.

Those worries pressed deep within Tan Xueci’s heart, which made him feel filled to the brim with tears, heavy and impossible to ignore.

“I won’t pester you for very long,” He Xunye remained silent for a few minutes before reaching out to pull the boy into his embrace, stroking Tan Xueci’s head one touch at a time as he said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me, I will be good to you.”

Suddenly being held tightly and caressed, Tan Xueci’s nose inexplicably felt a bit sour.

“I told you before,” He Xunye released him slightly. The warm yellow light from the streetlamp slanted down, reflecting the man’s sharp, deep features with an uncharacteristic gentleness, devoid of any ghostly aura.

“Don’t do bad things all by yourself.” He poked Tan Xueci’s cheek, creating a tiny dimple. His dark peach-blossom eyes crinkled, and his lips curved as he said, “Now I still want to tell you…”

Being poked, Tan Xueci swayed slightly, lifting his head blankly.

“If you’re unhappy or feel wronged, you must tell your Hubby at the very first moment,” He Xunye supported his little face, leaning down slightly, teaching him very seriously. “You can also call Hubby. I will always answer your calls, no matter what time it is. As long as I am still here, my Little Lamb has nothing to fear, understand?”

Tan Xueci’s back was gently stroked. He didn’t know what it was about He Xunye’s hands, but every time he was touched, he felt an urge to cry. His burning tears welled up uncontrollably.

However, he didn’t miss He Xunye’s opening line. He wrapped his arms around He Xunye’s waist, burying his face against He Xunye’s chest.

The evil ghost’s chest was dead silent; the heartbeat had long ceased to beat, which for some reason made his heart flutter with a touch of panic.

His throat tightened, and with tearful eyes, he asked, “Why… why won’t it be for long? Where are you going?”

He Xunye rarely told him about his own matters—it would be more accurate to say he had never spoken of them at all. The occasional words he did utter were incredibly improper, making it impossible to tell if he was talking nonsense or being serious.

He Xunye lit another talisman. The firelight reflected in the youth’s wet eyes, making his heart seem to tighten with a sudden pang. He couldn’t help but lower his head to wipe away Tan Xueci’s tears.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He Xunye held him close. One talisman after another burned into the night, allowing the evil ghost’s icy body to become warm, even scorching hot, once more for his lover.

His tone was roguish and annoying as he said, “I will stay with my Little Lamb. Without my Little Lamb, I wouldn’t even know how to go home tonight. It’s so dark outside; many ghosts would bully me.”

“I really…” He Xunye paused, ultimately unable to hold it in, letting out a sigh.

He took Tan Xueci’s hand, pressing his face against it to rub it. His high, straight, and stern nose bridge rubbed against the soft gaps between Tan Xueci’s fingers. Those peach-blossom eyes contained a smile, holding a very heavy emotion that Tan Xueci couldn’t quite read. The tall man leaned down before him, as if relying on him, and said, “Little Lamb, I’m really scared.”

Tan Xueci touched the other’s face, his heart feeling inexplicably sour and soft. He panicked slightly, not knowing what to do, but his hands had already hooked around He Xunye’s shoulders.

Despite He Xunye being massively built, he still tried his best to hold He Xunye in his embrace.

He pulled He Xunye toward the brightest spot under the light. Having encountered ghosts for so many years, he actually didn’t hate the night that much.

Because during the day, he could be beaten and scolded at any moment. Although there were ghosts at night, generally no one would suddenly rush into the attic to hit him. He had even been a bit fond of the night, but now he began to dislike it.

He imitated the way He Xunye kissed him, kissing He Xunye’s lips. He felt as though they were two little mice that had just crawled out of a sewer, taking advantage of humans going to sleep to run onto human territory and kiss beneath a snowy streetlamp.

He Xunye rarely displayed a touch of vulnerability, though this vulnerability appeared very briefly. The moment He Xunye slipped his tongue into his mouth, Tan Xueci finally realized something was amiss.

The root of his ears turned blood-red in an instant. Reaching out to push He Xunye away, his palm also slapped over weakly.

He had been kissed soft; his hands lacked strength, so the slap didn’t hurt at all.

He Xunye was even still smiling, and then he lit another talisman.

In reality, he shouldn’t be lighting so many. Forcibly bridging the gap between Yin and Yang wouldn’t bring any good consequences; his body would hurt, feeling a burning sensation as if a talisman had been pasted onto him, and it would be sensed by those annoying monks and Daoists, who might come looking to cause trouble for him.

However, seeing Tan Xueci clutching his fingers, touching all over his body, unable to resist touching his scorching chest and abdominal muscles, snuggling against him as if he liked it very much, and nesting in his embrace with a flushed little face from sleep, he felt it was entirely worth it.

Tan Xueci indeed liked watching him light the talismans. He clung eagerly to his arm, leaning close beside him. The matter from earlier seemed to have been glossed over, and he didn’t ask further.

Only, after watching for a while, Tan Xueci looked up at his face again, appearing hesitant to speak.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” He Xunye lowered his head to kiss his cheek. Tan Xueci’s cheek was very soft, making his heart feel entirely tender as well, prompting him to take another soft bite.

Tan Xueci hesitated. He felt it might not be very good to say it, but He Xunye had said that anything could be told to his Hubby.

He looked at the talisman and whispered, “Hubby, I feel like we’re The Little Match Girl.”

He hadn’t read many books, but he was quick with a retort.

On a snowy night, a person and a ghost watched this talisman, the firelight warm and bright, like a hallucination appearing just before death.

He Xunye: “…”

The smile at the corner of the evil ghost’s lips vanished simultaneously with the talisman in his hand. His dark peach-blossom eyes stared over, his face also turning a bit dark.

Just as Tan Xueci wanted to run, he was already caught and given a swat on his bottom. Tan Xueci let out a little “woo” cry, clamoring that this was domestic violence and that he wanted a divorce.

Then he received another swat, finally becoming obedient, though he was still sobbing and whimpering.

It wasn’t until He Xunye took his wrist and hoisted him onto his back that he rubbed his reddened eyes, obediently wrapping his arms around He Xunye’s neck, his snowy-white, slender jaw resting against He Xunye’s shoulder.

“Hubby…” Tan Xueci wiped his tears, whimpering softly, “I’m hungry, I want to eat malatang.”

He felt they were looking more and more like a married couple. The masters had said that couples quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed. He and He Xunye could also go eat malatang together right after a fight.

He Xunye took him to find a shop, ordering a large portion for him, packed to the brim with fish balls, and even bought him a soda.

The man wore a black cashmere overcoat, and his custom-made leather shoes didn’t have a single crease. Even that aloof, handsome face seemed entirely out of place in this small shop.

Yet, he very naturally helped him open the bottle cap. Occasionally, when Tan Xueci couldn’t free his hands, He Xunye would insert a straw into the soda, bringing it to his lips for him to take a sip, gently patting his back.

Tan Xueci found He Xunye a bit pitiful again. Every time he ate, He Xunye would just watch from the side; it seemed ghosts couldn’t taste human food.

He Xunye reached out to tuck a few loose strands of hair behind Tan Xueci’s ear. Before he could withdraw his hand, Tan Xueci suddenly turned his head, planting a swift kiss on his mouth. His soft, red tongue-tip even seemed to lick across his lip-slit, causing He Xunye to freeze.

“Like this…” Tan Xueci ate until fine sweat broke out on the tip of his nose, his snowy cheeks flushing with a healthy glow. His gaze was a bit shy as he whispered, “Can you taste it like this?”

He had just eaten brown sugar rice cakes, so his mouth was sweet. Previously, He Xunye had said that eating what was in his mouth would have flavor.

In this world, he was probably the only one who would believe such ghostly nonsense.

He Xunye’s deep peach-blossom eyes gazed at him, and in the next instant, he broke into a smile, leaning closer to say, “There is flavor, it’s sweet.”

Tan Xueci became very happy. Whenever he tasted something delicious, he would turn his head to kiss He Xunye. In any case, there weren’t many people in the shop at night, and the owner was playing on his phone, not lifting his head to look at them.

Sometimes He Xunye would say it had flavor, and sometimes his eyes hid a smile, looking a bit troubled as he said, “Little Snow kissed too fast, I didn’t taste it.” Tan Xueci took it as truth, turning his head back to kiss him earnestly, even asking him, “Do you have it this time?”

If He Xunye still said no, he would lean in to kiss him again. In this manner of kissing back and forth, they finished dinner.

Tan Xueci stayed at home for three days. He Xunye accompanied him to memorize the script once through and even took him to Xilian Temple to listen to a morning sutra.

Although he was about to shoot a historical movie, his long hair was, after all, transformed from ghostly energy and hadn’t grown out naturally. Keeping it for too long wasn’t good for his body, so it was removed. He went inside alone to listen to the sutras, while He Xunye waited for him outside.

When he came out, a monk escorted him to the mountain gate. Seeing He Xunye from afar, the monk didn’t try to exorcise him but rather respectfully pressed his palms together, bowing in salute to him.

Tan Xueci looked over with confusion, but He Xunye said nothing, so he didn’t ask either, subsequently heading to the crew for the audition.

He Xunye drove, while Tan Xueci browsed his phone in the car. Hearing a piece of news, he froze for a moment.

A sanitation worker had seen a bloody, blurry mass of something in a trash can the morning before last. Initially, he thought it was meat thrown away by some household, wanting to see if it was edible and considering taking it back. However, upon drawing closer, he discovered it was a person who had been skinned.

It scared him into a tragic cry, and he fainted on the spot.

The scene was excessively gruesome, and even though the police quickly rushed over, photographs were still secretly taken by several people and uploaded online. The hot search was in a frenzy, everyone discussing the corpse.

The police were controlling the information to avoid leaking too much and affecting the investigation, while simultaneously pursuing the killer. The killer hadn’t been found yet, but the victim’s identity had been confirmed.

That trash can was near the hospital, and someone had gone to the police station to report a missing person; the deceased’s surname was Wei.

Tan Xueci accidentally scrolled onto a picture. His breath hitched in fright, and he quickly tossed the phone aside.

It was the skinless ghost that had chased him in the hospital.

It appeared to be a tragic criminal case, and since that ghost hadn’t come looking for him again, Tan Xueci didn’t think much further on it.

He went to the crew to audition for two scenes. One was the scene where the older brother, Yan Chengzhang, replaced his younger brother to go to the State of Yue as a hostage, leaving the State of Yan by carriage. The wind was whistling and the rain was rustling; Yan Chengzhang lifted the curtain, turning his head to give his younger brother a glance, his gaze gentle yet resolute.

The other scene was the younger brother, Yan Chengzhao, watching his brother’s carriage depart. They were twins; his brother was acting as a hostage in his stead, and now everyone thought he was the older brother, so on the surface, he had to appear more steady and composed than before. However, his gaze was much more sinister than Yan Chengzhang’s; he was never a refined gentleman.

Tan Xueci needed to act out these subtle differences, which was a significant test of acting skills, but he still passed in a single take.

His gentleness and sinister nature were acted out just right. Despite having the same face, he could distinguish the characters merely through his gaze, because he was himself, a child raised by his older brother.

Tan Xueci’s audition went through very smoothly. Lu Qi proudly puffed out his chest, looking like a parent seeing their child score first place, but upon facing He Xunye, his posture collapsed again.

He looked like he was seeing his child’s early romance partner, but the partner’s fists were too hard to fight, so the parent could only swallow their anger in silence.

In the crew, Tan Xueci also saw the canary kept by Xiao An, named Lan Ke, who surprisingly turned out to be a male actor.

“He’s actually quite capable,” Lu Qi whispered gossip. “Director Fang’s crew never allows random people to be shoved in. He got in on his own merit.”

The male lead was the Crown Prince, and the male character Lan Ke played was the Crown Prince’s strategist, holding a white feather fan, looking weak and sickly.

Xiao An had also come today, accompanying his little lover to the audition. After Lan Ke passed the audition, he wanted to go to dinner with several actors he knew from the crew, so Xiao An stretched and left on his own first.

Recently, he always felt exceptionally tired. He had indeed crashed his motorcycle previously; upon waking up, he couldn’t remember clearly what had happened. In any case, he lay in the hospital for a few days before returning home. His body didn’t have any injuries, but he was just exhausted and sleepy every day.

He went down to the underground garage alone, his brows knit with irritation as he pulled open the car door, and then his expression instantly froze.

The lighting in the underground garage was cold and dim. A woman was sitting in his car, her skin deathly pale, her dark, hollow mouth wide open. There was no tongue inside, only a section of grayish-red, blackening stump.

“Holy shit…” Xiao An bolted away instantly, cold sweat soaking his back. He wasn’t sleepy anymore; remembering that He Xunye had also accompanied Tan Xueci to the crew, he turned and ran to look for He Xunye.

He Xunye originally didn’t care about these minor matters, but he was now a ghost with a wife, needing to support a household. Since Tan Xueci’s audition had ended and they were about to leave, they went down to the garage to take a look along the way.

However, when they went down, there was no ghost at all in the garage; instead, Yu He was holding a peachwood sword, cursing and swearing.

“Things have been very unsettled lately,” Yu He said after hearing their reason for coming over, his face somewhat grave. “I ran into one too.”

Speaking of that one, his expression was a bit twisted.

A rich second-generation’s reproductive organ had been cut off, and he had died from excessive blood loss. His ghost went to his little lover’s place. In the dead of night, the little lover didn’t notice anything wrong with the person before him until he took off his pants—then cold sweat broke out instantly.

The rich second-generation’s reproductive organ was a bloody, blurry mess. He lifted his head, meeting the other’s blue-green, eerie face, and was so frightened he didn’t even put on his pants, scrambling and crawling as he ran outside.

Yu He didn’t always live in the Daoist temple; he had an apartment in Beijing, located in that very residential compound. Coming home in the middle of the night and seeing a naked man running toward him while crying had scared him so much he almost turned tail and fled.

“Then he said there was a ghost,” Yu He pressed his forehead, nursing a headache. “So I went with him to his home. There was indeed ghostly energy, but the ghost was gone. I chased it for half the night before tracking it here.”

Who could have thought that before one ghost was caught, another one had popped up.

“Right,” Yu He took out a photograph to ask them, “Do you know this person? This is the rich second-generation who died.”

Tan Xueci lowered his head to look. His and Xiao An’s gazes froze simultaneously. This person was a friend of Xiao An’s named Zhao Yan. On the night He Sui took him to the bar to play, Zhao Yan had also been present.

Tan Xueci’s heart skipped a beat. No way, right?

He suddenly remembered the skinless ghost, whose surname seemed to be Wei. Among those playing with them that night, there was indeed one surnamed Wei, the son of a pharmaceutical company owner. How was it that the dead were all people they knew?

“Damn it,” Xiao An shivered. “What the hell is going on?”

Yu He couldn’t explain clearly either; his compass was moving again. He hurriedly went to find the ghost that had been deprived of its lineage, telling Tan Xueci and He Xunye that he would see them back home.

Seeing that He Xunye said nothing, Xiao An didn’t dare tarry any longer. He called his driver, telling him to come pick him up.

Tan Xueci also returned home with He Xunye.

On the way home, Tan Xueci’s heart kept beating very fast, his mind a chaotic mess. That night in the private room, everyone plus He Xunye amounted to seven people in total. It was already confirmed that two were dead… no, three, if He Xunye was counted.

Moreover, Xiao An had also met with a car accident; he was just lucky not to have died. Could there be some connection?

It felt as though they were being killed one by one.

But the times of death for the others were very close together, whereas He Xunye was the first to die, having passed away several months ago. It didn’t sound like the same matter.

Tan Xueci felt apprehensive, terrified that he would be the next one. He clung tightly to He Xunye, following him almost step for step.

When He Xunye went to take a shower, he kept guard outside the door. He didn’t cause trouble anymore, being exceptionally obedient. Feeling that He Xunye was showering a few minutes longer than usual, he even secretly pried open a slit in the door, bringing his little face close to the misty bathroom doorway, calling softly, “Hubby, Hubby.”

His tone was eerie. He was scarier than a ghost.

He Xunye: “…”

The evil ghost’s brooding red eyes lowered, and he let out a laugh born of exasperation. When he was of use, the boy called him “Hubby” non-stop; normally, he wouldn’t call him that even if begged.

Tan Xueci didn’t hear He Xunye’s cold laugh. He leaned against the doorway, his gaze somewhat fixed, unthinkingly swallowing his saliva.

He Xunye had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The dense water vapor of the bathroom enveloped his body, making his skin look a bit more normal, not that ghostly blue-green carried by death, but rather like when he was alive.

Water droplets slid down the evil ghost’s cold, jade-like back muscles. Unlike those online bloggers who didn’t dare show their faces and would ruin the illusion once their faces were seen, looking up, that face was also extremely handsome.

The man’s brow bone was prominent and pressed low, making his eye sockets appear especially deep. His nose bridge was also very straight and erect, a face so cold, three-dimensional, and flawless that no defect could be picked out, rising and falling like a cold, gloomy mountain range. Meeting those dark, brooding peach-blossom eyes made one’s heart skip a beat, like falling into a hazy, dead-silent night.

He Xunye had his back turned to him, but Tan Xueci knew the shape of He Xunye’s abdominal muscles was also very beautiful; they would be very hard when bumped against.

Tan Xueci hated many people, wishing to sell them all off, but… He Xunye seemed eligible to be kept. He could lock He Xunye up to play with.

He Xunye took a bath towel, wrapping it around his waist as he turned around. The man’s dark features were shrouded in water mist as he passed by Tan Xueci, but he neither kissed nor held him, saying with a half-smile, “Aren’t we getting a divorce?”

One moment a divorce, the next moment Hubby.

“…” Tan Xueci stammered, feeling a bit guilty, but he forced himself to retake his ground, saying, “If we divorce, can’t you still be my Hubby?”

He Xunye walked toward the bedside. Terrified that a ghost would pop out to harm him, Tan Xueci hurriedly followed over and dove into the blanket.

He closed his eyes and slept for a while, yet he couldn’t fall asleep no matter what. Tonight, He Xunye not only didn’t hold him to sleep, but he didn’t even give him a goodnight kiss. Truly an impolite dead ghost.

He extended his foot, stepping on He Xunye’s leg. Only then did He Xunye turn his head to glance at him. Pressing the back of his head, He Xunye very abruptly lowered his head to kiss him, and Tan Xueci subconsciously raised his hand to block him.

“You want to kiss again,” He Xunye’s deep, alluring peach-blossom eyes gazed at him. “Then you don’t want to kiss again. Do you want to or not?”

“You…” Tan Xueci hesitated.

“You just called me Hubby,” He Xunye seemed to be smiling, yet there was no warmth in his eyes. “Now you don’t call me that anymore.”

Tan Xueci was driven to embarrassed rage by the other’s low, lazy voice. The tips of his ears turned entirely red, and he said softly without much force, “Are you annoying or what? Do you want to kiss or not?”

“Shouldn’t you ask yourself that?” He Xunye leaned down to draw closer to him. The evil ghost’s dark eyes were gentle and asking for a beating, reflecting his reflection as their nose tips rubbed together. His voice let out a low laugh as he asked him, “Baby, do you want your Hubby to kiss you?”

“…” Tan Xueci remained sullen for a long while before blushing and saying even softer, “Yes, I do.”

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