"Don't look, I can't run again." Lin Yan couldn't help muttering.
What happened to you? He grabbed Xiao Yu's wrist, wasn't it good before.
I said I wouldn't drive you away.
Xiao Yu turned his head and looked out of the window as if he couldn't hear him. For some reason, Lin Yan felt that his appearance was very sad, like the shadow standing alone under the street lamp on a rainy night when he first saw him, quietly waiting for him through the car window The day the car door was opened.
However, there have been some strange developments during this period. Lin Yan found that when he was concentrating, he could sense with his eyes closed that there was a group of black and green shadows in the shape of a human in Xiao Yu's direction, and the Phalaenopsis on the window sill was floating with a warm light yellow halo. , but it is much thinner than the ones seen on the little Taoist priests on the mountain. Lin Yan found an explanation in a publication specializing in Taoism. All living things in the world have yang energy. See through illusions.
This kind of ability was called "opening the third eye" in ancient times, and generally requires long-term practice. It is extremely rare for someone like Lin Yan to get it by chance. When meeting strange people, he can tell whether they are alive or dead, and save himself from meeting a little girl playing around with him.
Ever since the little girl appeared at home, Lin Yan and Xiao Yu have been inseparable almost every step of the way, which made him feel awkward. For some reason, Xiao Yu's existence seemed to fully stimulate his hidden desires. Lin Yan remembered the past I didn't have much desire for that matter, but now I was stimulated by the slender figure in front of me, and it was uncomfortable to go to the toilet once in three days to solve it.
After a heart-warming dream, the habit he abandoned in adolescence suddenly returned. Lin Yan locked the door of the bathroom, held the door and put his finger into the back, slowly found that point, pressed, rubbed, and the whole figure was set on fire. up. Lin Yan bit his fist and suppressed the groans in his throat. He added fingers one by one impatiently. When soothing the back, the pain in the front rose. When he rubbed the front, the emptiness behind him made him feel like crying. Not enough, nothing is enough, he Holding the sink to breathe, he washed his face with cold water vigorously to suppress the heat in his lower abdomen, "Pervert." Lin Yan cursed while staring at himself in the mirror.
Fortunately, Xiao Yu didn't like to cling to him as much as before, and he even took the initiative to stick to him a few times and he quietly avoided it. Lin Yan wiped his hands with a towel, and suddenly remembered the time in the bathroom, feeling a little bit inexplicable. Wronged.
Professor Folder's secretary called a few days later than the appointment. Lin Yan was being tortured to death by the heavenly stems and earthly branches and the five elements. When he heard the sweet female voice on the phone, he shivered in fright. Ever since the girl in red, he had instinctively feared strangers who appeared suddenly. The female secretary said apologetically that the staff members in the team who had contacted the Feng Shui master had just returned from a business trip and were sorting out the personnel list for the Ming tomb archaeology.
"So, it's a bit late today, which day do you have time tomorrow or the day after tomorrow? You can come to the research institute directly to see what materials you need."
"Tomorrow." Lin Yan casually drew a live talisman on the paper, a spell for tricking little ghosts at the beginning of Taoism, "It's ten o'clock in the morning, please."
"No problem." The female secretary hesitated after finishing speaking: "Well... can you please don't tell the professor that I'm only calling you now. I just came here not long ago. Letting him know that it will affect the image."
Lin Yan hung up the phone, saved the secretary's number in the phone, and when he looked up again, Xiao Yu was still sitting in the same posture, as if he didn't care about the content of the phone call. He threw the pen into the sofa, rubbed his forehead against Xiao Yu's shoulder, and said softly: "You have a clue about your matter, come with me tomorrow?"
Xiao Yu's eyes turned cold, Lin Yan guessed his reaction, sighed and said, "I know you're not happy, but I think the whole thing has been led away from the moment I entered your tomb, The two of us are bound together by a rope, and now even Xiangu’s ghost is involved, as the saying goes, it’s better to take the initiative than to sit and wait for death, maybe the person who brought me into your tomb will know something.”
"Very dangerous." Xiao Yu frowned.
"I know." Lin Yan dragged a pillow into his arms, thought for a while and said, "Isn't there still you? Really, I feel at ease with you."
Xiao Yu was noncommittal, and lightly stroked Lin Yan's hair. There was something he couldn't understand hidden in his deep eyes. Lin Yan suddenly became nervous, and subconsciously grabbed Xiao Yu's wrist and asked, "Will you accompany me?" Bar?"
Xiao Yu was still silent, and nodded after a while.
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When delivering dinner to A Yan, Lin Yan talked about being forced by Xiao Yu to learn Taoism at home. The little Taoist priest was very excited, and he didn’t even bother to eat dinner, so he dragged him to popularize basic knowledge, saying that although the book was simple, in fact, every A spell needs the corresponding mentality to support it. Simply tracing the symbols, talented people may be able to achieve one-tenth of the effect, but what most people get is just a piece of waste paper, which has no effect.
"Wait, I'll teach you when I'm discharged from the hospital." The little Taoist priest's pale face flushed a little, his eyes sparkled brightly: "Although it's not as good as the master's teaching, it's definitely no problem to block the kid at the gate."
Lin Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He lay down on the bed next door with his head in his arms, staring at the ceiling of the ward in a daze. When they saw the corpse, the girls were startled. The youngest in the dormitory pointed to the little Taoist priest sitting in the corner and said to Lin Yan, "Look at that man, be careful. It is rumored that those who offended him when he was a freshman said they saw ghosts." Well, after speaking, he squeezed his eyes and made faces, which caused everyone to burst into laughter.
But now he is being watched by a ghost, and is being cared about by two unknown things. He also bought a jar of cinnabar and plans to learn the technique of exorcising ghosts from the little Taoist priest. Wanting to learn this is not forced by my ancestors."
"He's been acting weird lately, he's full of things on his mind every day, and he won't tell me when I ask him." Lin Yan rubbed his face, "Ayan, what do you think ghosts are thinking all day long?"
The little Taoist was silent for a long while, and then answered an irrelevant question: "You care about him very much."
Lin Yan turned over to face Ayan, unconsciously drawing circles with his fingers on the bed sheet, and said helplessly, "I don't care about him, I don't care who goes, they've been inseparable for almost 24 hours, and girlfriends don't get this kind of treatment." After finishing speaking, he glanced at his phone, and turned up from the bed with a frown: "No, I have to go, Weiwei's birthday, I promised it a long time ago, it can't be justified if I'm always late."
"Vivi?"
"The one who exchanged tickets for us during the lecture." Lin Yan glanced at Xiao Yu guilty.
A piece of thread on the quilt was snapped off by A Yan, the little Taoist loosely wrapped the cotton thread around his fingers, raised his sharp chin towards Xiao Yu, and thoughtfully said: "He let you go?"
Just as Lin Yan was about to nod his head, he suddenly realized that his words were wrong, and threw the pillow towards the little Taoist priest, and said happily, "There's no need to let it go, you have human rights even if you are haunted by ghosts."
The little Taoist rested his chin on the pillow, shook his head and said, "I, I can see that he likes you."
Lin Yan's expression froze, and his tone became a little unnatural: "Stop talking nonsense, it's up to you whether you like it or not." Lin Yan hurriedly changed the subject while packing the lunch box: "What do you want to eat tomorrow? I have spare ribs at home. Let's make soup for you you?"
A Yan stared at him for a long time, his skin was very white, but his eyes were very black, even the pupils were bigger than others, and there was always a layer of damp mist, at first glance he looked a bit like some kind of reptile. After watching it for a long time, Lin Yan felt that his whole body was soaked in cold and wet. A Yan twitched the corners of her mouth, a coldness flashed in her eyes, and said softly: "Ghosts are very obsessed with what they want, don't mess with them."
Lin Yan stopped what he was doing, and after A Yan's words fell, he suddenly felt that the quietness in the ward made people panic. With a smile: "Don't worry, I know the number, people and ghosts are strangers, I also want to return to normal life."
Lin Yan had always avoided appearing on the same occasion as Weiwei, but this time he didn't know why he had to go. It was one thing to agree in advance, and another thing was that it was too boring to be locked at home like being locked up recently. Looking at the spells pasted all over the room and the thread-bound books piled up on the bed, table, and sofa, Lin Yan felt that he had become an old witch in a fairy tale, only needing a broom to fly from the twelfth floor. Really want to hear some human voices, Lin Yan sighed, except for Xiao Yu, A Yan, Yin Zhou, normal human voices.
But in fact, Lin Yan regretted it when he found the meeting place. Weiwei always likes to be lively, so he missed the dinner. It was built by Shichahai, and the evening breeze was filled with the light fragrance of lotus. This kind of tune reminded Lin Yan of the old days inexplicably. At that time, after dinner, he and Weiwei took a walk by the lake. The shadow dragged for a long time, and when the jazz player took off his hat and whistled at them, Weiwei threw back a kiss without politeness, and Lin Yan smiled indulgently.
In all fairness, the past between him and Weiwei was pretty good. Although it wasn't dramatic, it was plain and heart-warming.
At that time, he also seriously put on the ring for Weiwei, carefully imagining that the people around him would accompany him for the rest of his life.
But then what
The background music of the bar was frenzied, and the strong drum beat beat his tympanic membranes, and even his heart was in sync with the rhythm of the music. Lin Yan panicked, sitting in the corner with one cup after another of Chivas Regal filled with black tea, In the dark, men and women hugged heartily, twisting their bodies in the narrow gap between the wine tables, like a madman's feast. Unknowingly, the black tea in the cup became less and less, and the wine was so strong that it cut his throat. After drinking too much, Lin Yan felt dizzy, and fell on the table in a daze, murmuring a name over and over again.
... Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu.
The brain was numb under the influence of alcohol, and it took Lin Yan a long time to understand what he was talking about, "You are a fucking pervert." He slapped himself hard.