call me? Lin Yan nodded in a daze, his head was dizzy for a while, his calves were limp, as if he was stepping on cotton, the light in the living room became darker, the wind came in from the window, his hair was not dry after taking a shower, and the cold wind blew The scalp is numb from the cold.
"Why doesn't it look like you at all?" Lin Yan said.
The little girl made a big cross on the face in the painting with a black crayon, and a thick black line was drawn between the teeth: "Why is it not like this? This is how I am when I die."
"Brother." The little girl stood up, tilted her head and stared at Lin Yan, her head slanted to her right shoulder, but her thumb was still in her mouth. Only half of it was left after gnawing, the girl grinned, and red blood flowed to her lips.
"Brother, come with me, follow me." The little girl threw the paintbrush, grabbed Lin Yan's hand, and dragged him towards the bathroom: "I'll show you how I look when I'm dead, it's so pretty."
Lin Yan followed behind in a daze. He instinctively sensed that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it out. His head felt like a steel nail had been smashed into it, and it hurt like a convulsion.
Why is the wind so strong, who forgot to close the window
"Brother bought me new clothes, and then I died, hee hee, grandma died too, grandpa died too, they all died." The little girl held Lin Yan's hand and bounced forward, the back of her head The braids were tied with faded pink rope, the bow was half tied, and a long piece of rope hung down behind the head, "Brother, you are dying too, I will draw you a picture when you die."
"Brother, hee hee, brother is with us." The little girl pulled the old padded jacket on her body, her head became more crooked, as if she would fall off if she was not careful, "Hurry up, hurry up, we won't be able to catch up."
The field of vision was distorted, the dark corridor looked like a monster with its mouth open, Lin Yan quickened his pace, and suddenly kicked something with his toes as he walked, Lin Yan subconsciously climbed up to the next floor, it was so cold and big wind…
Why not yet
"Lin Yan!" The anxious voice seemed to come from another world, with a distant echo: "Come back."
The voice was so familiar, Lin Yan twisted his stiff neck and wanted to look back, but the little girl grabbed his wrist heavily and pulled him forward forcefully: "It's too late, hurry up."
Lin Yan nodded, and took a wobbly step forward, but his foot missed, and he lost his balance and fell down. The moment he fell, a huge resistance suddenly came from his abdomen, grabbing his waist and pulling back hard. With a firm hook, the fresh bath frankincense gave him a jolt, as if he was suddenly awakened from a nightmare. He looked around blankly, only to see that the dark scene like an old movie returned to its usual appearance, the little girl was gone, Lin Yan lowered his head, the scene in front of him made him unable to utter a word other than taking a sharp breath.
He is standing on the window sill of his bedroom, the window is wide open, the curtains are rattling by the night wind, half of his foot has already stepped out, looking down along the outer wall of the residential building, the flower bed at the bottom of the 12th floor And the dark tree shadow seemed to be very close at hand, and two vague figures in the garden were raising their heads and waving at him, one was the little girl in the old padded jacket, and the one holding her was the second who couldn't find a soul today Fairy!
"Dead, everyone is dead, you are going to die too." The little girl's voice echoed in her mind: "Hurry up, I won't be able to catch up."
"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu!" Lin Yan shouted out of his wits, and instinctively stepped back, but suddenly crashed into the arms of the person behind him, and the hand band around his waist and abdomen was tightened, pushing him around Standing tall, the deep voice repeated over and over again: "I am here, I am here."
That cold body has never been so warm as it is now. Lin Yan buried his face in Xiao Yu's chest in shock, but Xiao Yu didn't make much intimacy. Staring at the flower bed downstairs from behind the window, he frowned.
Lin Yan looked at Xiao Yu's side face, his earnest expression almost made him forget that Xiao Yu was also a ghost in an instant, Lin Yan pursed his lips, he felt that he must be brain-dead to come out and want him to hug him for a while thought.
Shaking his head to get rid of this weird idea, he leaned on the window sill and leaned down to look downstairs. The green belt was full of shadows, the path paved with tiles was empty, and Er Xiangu and the little girl had disappeared.
"The little girl and the fortune-teller were standing downstairs." Lin Yan stammered, "They waved at me..."
"I can't see them." With a serious expression, Xiao Yu raised his hand to straighten his wet hair. Only then did Lin Yan realize that he seemed to have rushed straight out of the bathtub. His clothes were hanging loosely on his body, revealing a marble-like appearance. Lin Yan felt himself blushing, and quickly turned his head to cover up his chest muscles.
"They are different from me." Xiao Yu closed the curtains, "Don't stay too far away from me."
Lin Yan was silent for a while, then asked softly: "...Is it different?"
Xiao Yu didn't answer, but took a deep look at him, and suddenly dragged Lin Yan from the bedroom all the way back to the living room like a chicken, and pressed him on the sofa. Just when Lin Yan thought he was going to force himself again, Xiao Yu let go, picked up the ancient book that fell on the floor and forced it to him, saying seriously: "Learn these."
"Brother, are you kidding..." Lin Yan glanced at the large string of unheard-of nouns on the page, and couldn't help crying and laughing: "Don't say this stuff is completely incomprehensible, even if I understand every word, I can't become a Taoist in a day ah."
Xiao Yu was silent for a while, then said lightly: "If one day I leave, you have to learn to protect yourself."
When speaking, Xiao Yu pressed his hands on his knees, his expression was as docile and gentle as usual, but there seemed to be something different, Lin Yan hesitated and asked him in a low voice: "Are you going?"
"Haven't you been looking forward to it?" Xiao Yu replied coldly.
Lin Yan didn't know what to say, so he raised his hand and touched his face with his fingertips. The delicate and cold skin was like fine porcelain. He didn't hide, and quietly lay on Lin Yan's lap. Just when Lin Yan thought he was asleep and wanted to take him back to the bedroom, Xiao Yu suddenly straightened up, spread the book on Lin Yan's lap, and stared at him with calm eyes. a little sad.
"You really want me to learn this?" Lin Yan asked in surprise.
Xiao Yu nodded, Lin Yan wanted to refute again, but seeing his serious expression, he had to swallow his words back.
The books I picked up from the online shop cover everything, not only the Book of Changes and Fengshui, Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, the constellations and the earth, the tomb of the spell, the Qimen Dunjia, and even the method of recruiting ghosts and raising corpses to prolong life. Some of them are reasonable and well-founded, but most But he contradicted himself, shooting himself in the foot with a rock, the more Lin Yan looked at it, the more nonsensical he felt, and he yawned so sleepy. He drank three cups of coffee overnight and smoked half a pack of cigarettes without finding a clue. He was forced back by Xiao Yu's murderous eyes again, and was not allowed to sleep for a while until dawn.
Feudal superstition kills people. We have to selectively absorb traditional culture, take its essence and discard the dross. Lin Yan thought of the Chinese textbook in junior high school guilty, and murmured that he did not expect to be forced to go to Liangshan by ghosts after years of atheism education.
If you really want to learn, you can't eat a fat man in one bite. Lin Yan lay on Xiao Yu's lap in a daze, stroking his cold palms from his shoulders along his side waist. After getting used to the coldness on his body, he felt very Rest assured, Lin Yan huddled up on the sofa, all the messy symbols and formulas in the book appeared in his mind, the magnificent sun rises in the east, cuts off nightmares, avoids ominous...
The sky in the east began to turn white, and he slowly fell asleep.
The next few days were extremely difficult. Except for going to the hospital with Yin Zhou to visit the little Taoist priest every meal, Lin Yan spent almost all his time buried in various old books. Xiao Yu seemed determined to train him He became a great master of Chinese Taoism. There was a large stack of white papers spread out on the table, and each sheet was covered with strange mantras from the book. The edges correspond to their usage.
The most unreliable thing is that he has no way to experiment with the effects of these spells. Lin Yan lay on the table and squinted at Xiao Yu's back. There was no reaction on his body. After changing more than a dozen kinds, Lin Yan's patience was finally worn out. He lost control and swept a table of books to the ground, smashed the table hard and shouted at Xiao Yu: "What the hell are you? Are you kidding me?"
Xiao Yu was not angry either. He patiently picked up the books on the ground one by one, flipped them to the place he read just now, and spread them in front of Lin Yan. He stepped aside and looked at him quietly. Before the explosion, it was extinguished by a basin of water. It happened to be raining for several days in a row, and the sound of the pattering rain and the sound of flipping books made the room extraordinarily quiet. Lin Yan took the pen to draw the map of the earth's veins for the thousandth time, but Xiao Yu was more calm than him. No matter how long he sat in front, Xiao Yu would stay with him for as long as possible. Every time Lin Yan turned his head and met his eyes, he had no choice but to give up the idea of being lazy, and lit a cigarette to force himself to continue burying himself in the pile of books.
"You have been sitting here with me, don't you feel bored?" Lin Yan sighed, "The remote control is on the table, and there is a notebook in the room. I will teach you how to use it. This is also your home. Don't be polite to me."
"I have pens and inks, so I have to take them by myself. Don't you just write poems and paintings when you have nothing to do? Anyway, I don't have that kind of cultivation. It's okay to see." Lin Yan made a few dry laughs, "It's a bit like filming a TV series."
There was still no answer. The whole room seemed to be moldy in the rainy weather. Coupled with the cold air constantly radiating from Xiao Yu's body, Lin Yan felt that he had become a mushroom growing in a damp corner. Although Xiao Yu can't speak, he always likes to cuddle him and hug him whenever he has the chance to be alone. Now that he has regained some consciousness, he doesn't touch him very much. He just watches from behind. This kind of silence makes Lin Yan depressed, and faintly Some uneasy.