At the end of the night, it was only after all the ghosts were driven back to the underworld that the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival ushered in the morning sun.
Many ghosts who only go back to the world once a year to see their family members look very sad, but the distance between life and death is cut between people and ghosts, and even gods can't change them.
Zhongyuan and Hanyi disappeared for a long time in the second half of the night. Xiao Nanzhu and the others considered their safety and prepared to go separately to find them. He happened to be carrying the unconscious cold clothes on his back, and was about to find them.
Zhongyuan didn't seem to be in serious trouble, his robes and hair were not messy at all, but Hanyi was only wrapped in a half-damaged half-grey cloak, and he looked very embarrassed.
Seeing this on New Year's Eve, I was a little concerned. Naturally, I brought Hanyi and Zhongyuan together to find Xiao Nanzhu, who was still wandering around the city. When Xiao Nanzhu saw Hanyi like this, he didn't bother to look at Hanyi's injury. , and immediately raised his eyebrows and said a sentence with a half-smile.
"Yo, why did Hanyi look like she lost her body? Could it be that she just bumped into some fierce female ghost?"
"… "
When Qingming and Shangsi heard this, they immediately turned their eyes to Hanyi, but Xiao Nanzhu didn't say anything, and even they thought that Hanyi looked weird.
Zhongyuanjie, who was standing on the side and heard this, glanced at the nonsense teacher Li with a blank expression, but the gaze that fell on Hanyi tightened unconsciously.
His eyes are still as calm as before, but only Zhongyuan himself knows that he can no longer be indifferent to the existence of Hanyi. His blood has been imprinted with the reflection of the ghost's soul, and at this moment it is closed. Eyes, he could not forget for a long time.
…
Returning to his calendar that night, Zhongyuan, dressed in desolate black clothes, knelt on the futon and meditated towards the god statue in front of him all night.
The compassionate Buddha looked at him with insightful eyes. He had already taken off his mask, while Zhongyuan, who was full of scars, lowered his head and said nothing.
He looked like an immobile porcelain man, but the string of Nanmu Buddha beads that had been hanging on his hand had already been torn off and fell to the ground, and after midnight, after a long time of meditation on the Mid-Autumn Festival alone, He finally stood up, put his palms together for a long time, and knelt in front of the Buddha who had put all his faith in him.
"Zhongyuan? What's the matter?"
Since just now, he has been leaning against his calendar paper and carefully looking at the New Year beast pendant that Xiao Nanzhu gave him before. Xiao Nanzhu was taking a shower outside, and on New Year's Eve when he had nothing to do, he sat here and looked at the New Year beast pendant. .
He was originally a very cold personality, but when he thought that this was a token of love from his calendar teacher, he felt that honey was oozing out of his heart.
This is like a young man's mind, not even on New Year's Eve when he was young, let alone after.
So when I sensed the existence of Zhongyuan and put it away subconsciously, there was still a trace of emotion on our face that was always pale and tired on New Year's Eve. Seeing this, Zhongyuan first paused, and his whole body was dignified. The breath also made New Year's Eve look at him one more time. After he lifted the hem of his ink-colored clothes and knelt down on one knee, the voice of the gods in black clothes and black hair slowly entered New Year's Eve's ears.
"Master, I have something to ask for."
Zhongyuan has never called a teacher on New Year's Eve since the Qing soldiers entered the customs at the end of the Ming Dynasty. Now this sentence is really surprising on New Year's Eve. Zhongyuan was the only Lishen he accepted as a disciple. It's a pity that he used to be in the end. Can't do much for him.
Thousands of years of national hatred and family hatred, historical changes have caused Zhongyuan to lose the name of the Yu Lan Festival, and his heart gradually became world-weary. Yuan may have disappeared many years ago, so at this moment, Zhongyuan solemnly took out the Jie Dao from his waist and raised his hands above his head, which was similar to when he was young. There is some nostalgia, but just when he doubted Zhongyuan's true purpose, the black-clothed Lishen had already opened his mouth.
"I came tonight because of a knot in my heart for many years... I was born as a paper soul, I have no parents, and now I just want to ask you to ask for a kiss on my behalf..."
—“… I beg your mentor to be perfect.”
…
After a day and a night, Han Yijie, whose soul was damaged, finally woke up from his calendar. With his limbs sore, he staggered up from his bed, but quickly fell back, his mind was chaotic. Chaos, the memory of the previous night was vague, and he couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it, and before his mind was completely clear, he saw at a glance that his calendar of the next day was on the second day of October. The fried melon seeds sat in front of him.
"What are you doing here..."
Han Yi usually has a bad temper. Although he lived behind him on the second day of October, the two of them didn't know each other very well. On the second day of October, it seemed that he had been sitting here for a long time, and the skin of the melon seeds was still on his mouth. It's quite two.
This is a bit unbearable for Han Yi, who has always been unwilling for others to offend his own territory, so he avoided it in disgust, and on the second day of October, after wiping his mouth, he rolled his eyes and replied , "Tsk tsk, you thought I wanted to be here... Didn't Master Li say you were a wounded person and let me watch you wake up here..."
"Thank you, so can you go now?"
Han Yi's cactus-like temper made him angrily stand up on the second day of October, holding his own melon seed plate. .
But on the second day of October, although he usually couldn't do anything about him, at this moment, seeing that Hanyi was injured and unable to move, he naturally gained a lot of courage, so as soon as he couldn't hold back the Lishen, he glared at Hanyi with his waist on his back, and then raised his voice. He shouted, "What are you doing! I told you that I can't stand you anymore, okay? Hanyi! You hang up and practice knives next to me all day and midnight! You have a day off from Monday to Sunday. Do you know that you are really disturbing the people! Don’t talk about me, the third, fourth, and fifth grades of the junior high school also have a lot of opinions on you!!!!”
"You say it again! When did I quarrel with you!"
He sat up gloomily and said that he was about to raise his knife to slash this guy who ate the guts of a bear and leopard. Han Yi usually used violence to solve all problems when he disagreed, so naturally he couldn't swallow this bad breath.
But when he raised his hand and groped for the knife holder beside the bed to pull out his goose ling knife, he found that the touch in his palm was a bit wrong, and when Hanyi shifted his cold gaze, he suddenly saw a knife. It doesn't belong to him at all, it obviously belongs to the Buddha's Heart Sword that belongs to his mortal enemy.
"Zhongyuan things... how come they are here with me?!"
As if he was about to get burned, he sent the Jie Dao back to the knife stand. Han Yi's Yan Ling and Zhong Yuan, the Jie Dao, were placed in two positions, one above the other and the other, and they seemed to be a good match. Seeing this, Han Yi's expression changed Unsightly, he retracted his pale palm into his sleeve to see that his expression was a little startled, and after a while, he rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.
His mind was still in a mess, about what happened to him and the Mid-Autumn Festival on the night of the Ghost Festival was like a broken wooden board that couldn't be put together again. He always felt as if he had put something very important. I forgot, but seeing his ugly expression, on the second day of October, he glanced at him in surprise, and then said with a mocking expression, "Why aren't you here, Zhongyuan-Jun doesn't all ask you for a kiss? Isn't this a token? It was delivered in person on New Year's Eve in the morning, oh, so I said it's better now, no one discriminates, I really don't have any opinion about you being together. I know, but I really didn't see what you two had before..."
Han Yi: "...I also... didn't see it (o#゜qu゜)o."
The second year of junior high school: "Oh, is it... Then will you move to Zhongyuan-jun in the future (⊙v⊙)?"
Hanyi: "... Get out."