"When you died, we all thought you just disappeared. Ding Hanbing took two tickets for a stage play to your house and saw Jing Tinghua holding your photo, crying silently... Ding Hanbing asked what happened, but Jing Tinghua didn't say anything. He called me to ask me. At that time, I had just had another fight with my dad about school. I was young and angry, so I slammed the door and left. When I came back, I saw my dad handing over all the things related to you from my place to Jing Tinghua. Jing Tinghua said he would take them to burn for you."
Yin Mo spoke softly and lit a cigarette.
But soon, he cut it off again.
After cutting it off, he suddenly remembered that Jing Jiujiu could no longer breathe any worldly smell.
He is a ghost.
Yin Mo's fingertips trembled, and he curled his fingers, and the palm of his hand was burned by the cigarette butt.
"I followed their car in a daze and went to the cemetery. Your housekeeper said that the master was very sad and did not invite others to pay their respects. I was stopped at the door and watched them pay their respects in front of your grave, put down the flowers, and leave. I waited until it got dark, then went in. I started digging with a stolen shovel. I don't know what I was thinking at the time. Maybe I thought that we would see each other one last time. Then I dug for a long, long time. I didn't find anything. I thought I didn't dig deep enough, but later I found out that it was an empty grave. I went around to the other end of the tombstone and looked at it. There was no photo on it, and your name was not engraved..."
"When I got home, my dad slapped me in the face for stealing his car."
The ashes gently fell to the ground.
The memory of opening the shackles became extremely clear, even the smallest details.
"I was probably so angry at the time that I flew to Lingyang Mountain overnight. I told my master that you were dead, but your death was not right. My master said that my Buddhist heart was unstable."
Yin Mo's palm was burned and made a hissing sound.
"When I woke up again, my master said I was a different person. I had lost a large part of my memory. In fact, people don't know what they have lost at this time. But the more this happens, the more panic I feel in my heart. It's as if I have forgotten something important. That feeling of incompleteness and loss would torment me day and night. I couldn't stay there, so I ran down the mountain and spent a year growing my hair back. Then one day, I was walking aimlessly on the street, and someone on the side of the road told me to participate in a competition, so I followed him."
"After that, I was confused until now..."
"I know Ding Hanbing has been trying hard to consolidate his memory, but he looks so stupid. I never thought that we would forget the same thing. I also didn't expect that I forgot more completely than he did, leaving nothing behind. And it happened overnight. There was nothing left. It's like a corner of my life was forcibly removed."
Yin Mo pinched the cigarette tightly and put it out with the palm of his hand.
"Jiujiu, I forgot about you..."
"Why would I forget you just because of a formation and a talisman?"
Jing Jiujiu never forgot him.
His father remarried and his mother moved abroad. He could not stay in the Yin family anymore, so he was sent to the mountains to shave his head and become a monk. He did this for several years. When he followed his master down the mountain, he no longer looked like the young master of the Yin family. He looked like a country bumpkin raised in the mountains.
The Yin family took him to attend Jing Jiujiu's birthday party.
He got into a fight with his brother, knocked over the cupcakes on the long table, and rolled all over the place with cream all over. His father rushed over and slapped him twice, asking him what he was doing. His face was swollen and in a mess. Jing Jiujiu took out a handkerchief from Mr. Yu's pocket, handed it to him and said, "I remember you. You are the eldest son of the Yin family, named Yin Mo."
After hearing this, Ding Hanbing chased after him and insisted on asking Jing Jiujiu if she still remembered who he was.
Jing Jiujiu said helplessly: "Ding Dabao."
The name Ding Dabao sounds stupid.
At that time, Yin Mo felt that his name was very well chosen and full of cultural heritage.
Indian ink, Indian ink.
Jing Jiujiu will definitely remember this for a long, long time.
The little bald donkey Yin Mo got up, wiped his face, brushed off the cake on his body, then slapped his father on the face with his backhand and walked away in a reckless manner.
That was the coolest moment in his life.
He was so cool that Jing Jiujiu would definitely remember his coolness for the rest of her life. That’s what he thought at that time.
But... "I forgot first." Yin Mo said in a trembling voice.
Jing Jiujiu raised her hand and patted his shoulder gently: "So what?"
Yin Mo was stunned.
Jing Jiujiu: "People will forget a lot of things in their lifetime. Like me, I can't remember what I thought about every day when I was a child. Besides, is there anyone who consciously wants you to forget?"
Jing Jiujiu paused and said, "You are already amazing. You forgot the specific memory, but you still remember the feeling. Many people can't do this... Maybe someone will cast a spell on me tomorrow, and I will forget everything. At that time, will you hate me because I forgot you?"
"Of course not." Yin Mo blurted out.
Jing Jiujiu: "Well, isn't that good?"
He said, unzipping his backpack.
I saw that the two evil god statues were filled with apples, oranges, cookies, marshmallows...
"These were given to me by other sisters in the crew. They don’t know that I can’t eat them. Do you want them?" Jing Jiujiu took out the marshmallow.
Tingyi squatted quietly behind, his mouth twitching.
This evil god.
It's too shameless.
"This candy looks good, right? It should be sweet too." Jing Jiujiu said, licking her lips as if she had already tasted it.
Yin Mo took it flattered.
His unwillingness and self-blame seemed to be nothing more than a breeze to Jing Jiujiu.
Yin Mo couldn't tell what he felt in his heart for a moment, was it loss or even more sadness
He tore off the candy wrapper and put it in his mouth.
It is sweet indeed.
Sweet and soft.
And Jing Jiujiu was looking at him eagerly.
Yin Mo's heart suddenly softened.
It’s not that Jing Jiujiu doesn’t care about him, so it doesn’t matter whether she remembers him or forgets him.
But it is Jing Jiujiu's unique gentleness.
The words of advice she gave him were gentle, and the marshmallows she gave him were also gentle.
Yin Mo stood up suddenly: "... I'm going to practice."
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu: "Oh, go ahead."
Yin Mo thought about it and felt that it was all because he was not good enough in his training. Fortunately, he had not messed around in the past few years. He could go back to practice Tongzi Kung and Xiangxin Zen!
Yin Mo was halfway there when he said to the guide, "Kick Guan Yan out of the crew. I don't care who you replace him with."
Wizard:
So sudden
Master Tingyi looked at Yin Mo's hurriedly departing back, then he came to Jing Jiujiu and sat down.
Jing Jiujiu was startled when she suddenly saw a big bald head.
He tightened the straps of his schoolbag nervously.
how
Are you going to open your mouth and spit words at him? Are you going to punch a hole in his body for every word you spit? Wouldn't that be ugly
Master Tingyi had a complicated expression on his face and said, "I drew the talisman to stabilize his Buddhist heart and let him concentrate on practicing so that he can take over my mantle. This is all my fault..."
Jing Jiujiu's hand, which was quietly moving the stool, paused.
What's going on today? Why do everyone have to come to confess to him? He's not a priest.
Jing Jiujiu responded casually: "Yeah."
When Ting heard this, he immediately added, "But, but being a monk is like this. You should concentrate on practicing and not be contaminated by worldly things... I'm afraid that after I leave, no one will support him. Such a good seedling. His worldly home can no longer accommodate him. If he can't be a good monk and goes astray, won't he end up miserably in the future? How can I bear it!"
Jing Jiujiu: "You're leaving?"
Tingyi sighed: "Yes, I was seriously ill and dying at that time."
Jing Jiujiu: "But you are still alive today."
Tingyi's face flushed. "Well, this matter... I suddenly couldn't stand up one day. My waist and legs hurt, and my whole body felt uncomfortable. But Lingyang Mountain is dangerous, and I couldn't let them carry me down the mountain to see a doctor. What's more, that doctor... isn't he expensive? My junior brother said to check it online. Then, it was written on the Internet that I had bone cancer, the kind that was incurable. When I couldn't even eat, I was basically not far from death. It was recommended to amputate as soon as possible. But how could I have an amputation? I also want to wait until I die to turn it into a complete relic as a treasure for our temple."
Jing Jiujiu:
Jing Jiujiu: "What kind of website are you on?"
Ting racked his brains and thought: "Thousand... Thousand degrees?"
Jing Jiujiu let out a soft "ah".
It's too awful.
Ink's memory was destroyed by online amputation.
Tingyi sighed and argued softly: "I don't want to either."
Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but say, "You said you don't want to be tainted by worldly things, then... you don't charge for reading Feng Shui, fortune-telling, and catching ghosts?"
Ting Yi: "Of course we don't charge any money. What we are doing is our duty to save people all over the world."
Jing Jiujiu: "? But..." He was slightly confused, "But last time I saw a scammer catch a ghost and charge 300,000 each time. And a real ghost catcher will charge at least 1 million each time. If the other party is a wealthy big company." Like Jing's. "You can get between 5 million and 10 million each time."
Tingyi: …
Tingyi:!!!
Tingyi's old face was full of trance.
He trembled and said, "… I am old and frail, and have already stepped into the coffin. It doesn't matter if I touch the secular world."
"Want me to help you catch ghosts?"
Jing Jiujiu: “…”
Ah, I am a ghost.
Jing Jiujiu took out her cell phone and said, "How about... I introduce two clients to you?"
Tingyi nodded repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.
Three hundred thousand!
Three hundred thousand is enough! Oh my god, how many bottles of Lao Gan Ma do I need to buy to go with the steamed bread
Tingyi was so moved that he felt the ghost face in front of him looked much more radiant.
What a beautiful ghost!
It’s decided. I will personally build a statue for you in the temple!