Wen Yu thought about the possibility of pulling out a hair from Ying Chen's head, and laughed speechlessly.
He held his breath and carefully felt the changes in the surrounding atmosphere.
The soul should still be there.
It seems to be very weak, so weak that it doesn't even have an ethereal form.
The boy sat down by the flower bed, took out his mobile phone to call Huang He, and said:
"There is a girl's soul around the flower bed in my school, but she is so weak that she can hardly be noticed. Do you know what's going on?"
"Your school? I haven't heard of any supernatural events in your school."
Huang He thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's just a trace of thoughts, harmless. It's okay to leave it alone, but dispelling it can also free it."
Since it can free the girls, it can also retrieve some of their own memories.
Wen Yu grabbed a yellow talisman in his pants pocket and said, "I can't see where it is, can I dispel it?"
Huang He: "This won't work. If the yellow talisman is not aimed at the target to be eliminated, it is useless. How about this? I'll go over there tomorrow and show you."
"Okay, then tomorrow"
Wen Yu held his mobile phone halfway through the conversation, and suddenly saw the dean who had left just now returning.
He also reprimanded him: "Wen Yu! Come here!"
"Didn't you say you were looking for something? Why are you still playing with your phone here! Hand in your phone."
Wen Yu was startled, and quickly turned off the phone: "Teacher, I need to contact someone urgently."
The teaching director said with a cold face: "No matter how urgent it is, how urgent is the college entrance examination?"
"How many times have the school told you that you can't bring mobile phones, especially if you want senior three candidates. You're fine, sit downstairs and play openly! You let the students who are sitting in the classroom and studying hard see, what do you think!"
"Hand over your phone! In addition, write a 1,000-word exam for me today."
The school does have a rule not to take a mobile phone, but he usually needs to contact Xu Cheng to receive orders to earn living expenses, so it is impossible not to carry it with him.
Moreover, now he has to keep in touch with Huang He. The mobile phone is even more inseparable from the body.
The young man tried to admit his mistake: "Teacher, I'll just do this once, and I really won't bring it in the future, okay?"
"No, hand it in!"
The dean didn't show any affection: "The distance is the distance, and you are no exception."
Wen Yu had no choice but to reluctantly hand over the phone.
However, before the dean received the hand, a cold wind suddenly blew between the two of them.
The half-worn gray and white striped short-sleeved shirt on the dean's body was flipped by blowing.
Then a female voice sounded around: "Mr. Guo, hello."
The shadows are misty and creepy.
The dean stepped back abruptly, looking around in shock: "Who, who is calling me?"
What answered him was the intermittent crying of a girl, whimpering.
The voice was thin and forbearing, as if venting the grief in his heart.
This time, Wen Yu heard clearly, and also felt the originally weak spiritual energy suddenly rising and gathering around him.
But there is no hostility, and it floats gently and gently.
Just like what Huang He said, it's just a harmless mind.
The dean was completely panicked.
He looked around the empty flower bed, and when he heard the sobs that came out of nowhere, his expression changed suddenly, his face was pale, and his voice trembling, he asked, "Wen Yu, you, what did you hear?"
Wen Yu looked in one direction and said with a smile, "Teacher, I didn't hear anything. What's wrong with you?"
"You really, didn't hear anything?"
Where did the dean still think about confiscating Wen Yu's cell phone.
He has also heard the rumors around the flower beds among the students. But he didn't take it seriously at all, thinking that it was just a joke made up by students.
But now he actually heard the girl crying with his own ears.
so horrible!
His hairs were standing on end, and he pulled Wen Yu back in horror: "No, it's fine, let's go, you go back to the classroom quickly."
Wen Yu obediently agreed: "Okay, teacher. You go back to the office first, and I'll be right back."
Then, he looked at a place in the flower bed and said softly, "Thank you."
Nian Ling was originally weak and harmless. Suddenly gathered strength to scare the teacher away, probably to help his mobile phone not be confiscated.
It's just that the gathered aura is gradually becoming ethereal because it is too weak. Before it completely dissipated, a thin question floated out: "You will help me, won't you?"
Wen Yu was startled for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
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After school, Xu Cheng stopped him as soon as he walked out of the campus, and gave him a warm embrace: "Xiaoyu, brother is here to pick you up?"
"Brother Xu."
Wen Yu pushed him away and asked, "Is there another order in the studio?"
Xu Cheng: "Tsk, I came to you just for the order? Tonight, our boss treats you to dinner, and the company has a barbecue downstairs. Let's go! Brother will drive you there."
Wen Yu: "Today?"
Xu Cheng walked around his neck and said, "Tomorrow and weekend can only be drunk tonight."
Wen Yu thought of Ying Chen who asked him to go home after school, and hesitated: "But me, I have something to do today."
Xu Cheng dragged him into the car: "When you arrive, you will know that nothing is as important as barbecue. Today, everyone is celebrating your coming of age, and we are hosting a birthday party for you."
“Although a few days late”
After Xu Cheng pressed Wen Yu on the car seat, he took out a beautifully packaged box from the side and handed it to him: "Happy eighteenth birthday to Xiaoyu, congratulations, you are an adult."
"I"
Wen Yu was stunned. He took the gift and said softly, "Thank you Brother Xu."
"Why are you being polite to me!"
Xu Cheng punched him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Fasten your seat belt and let's go!"
It was only when Wen Yu arrived at the barbecue restaurant that he realized that tonight was indeed a birthday party organized for him by their studio.
The separate cubicle was carefully decorated into a warm venue, and the wall was pasted with colorful stickers: Happy birthday to Wenyu.
Everyone seemed to be giving him a surprise. The moment he came in, they fired the small salute together and cheered in unison: "Happy birthday, Xiaoyu."
Colorful ribbons flew from the air, fluttered in front of him, and fell softly on his shoulders.
Brilliant colors came into sight, cheers of blessings surrounded his ears, and warmth flowed through Wen Yu's heart.
He has been working with them for three years since Xu Cheng introduced him to this studio.
He is a student, and the boss will arrange the list for him according to his time.
When falling into a free period, everyone will give him the priority list so that he can make money.
For three years, he maintained his living by taking break orders in this studio.
Xu Cheng and everyone here are helping him quietly.
Wen Yu said softly: "Thank you."
A sister took the seat and said, "Thank you, come here and blow out the candles to make a wish."
Except for Wen Yu, everyone is in their twenties, and after the slightly sensational opening, they started to have fun.
Eating barbecue and drinking beer, chatting about various interesting topics nowadays, Wen Yu also drank a few glasses of beer between them. Gradually a little drunk and forget the time.
Because tomorrow is the weekend, the boss invited everyone to eat barbecue and then proposed to sing. By the time the show ended, it was already past eleven o'clock at night.
Xu Cheng was so drunk that he staggered and was supported by Wen Yu to go outside, and said with his tongue out, "You didn't tell me that you moved secretly, so I know you never regarded me as your brother."
"We have been growing up for so many years, you still see me like this, it really hurts my heart."
"Come on, I must take you home today to see where you have moved? What if someone bullies you near your house? Oh, shit!"
Xu Cheng just blamed Wen Yu, and couldn't stabilize his body weight, so he bumped his head against the wall in front of the KTV shop with a "boom".
Wen Yu simply took his arm and put it on his shoulder, and carried him away. Speechless: "If you drink like this, let me take you home first. When Auntie sees you, she will scold you again."
Xu Cheng seemed to have heard something particularly scary, and immediately said: "No, I can't let my mother see me drinking, Xiaoyu, you have to take me in and let me live in your house."
Wen Yu: "No."
Xu Cheng circled his neck, shook him and begged: "Xiaoyu, just let me stay at your house for one night, just one night"
He was driven away by Wen Yu, and the weight of his whole body was on the young man.
And this action looks more like hugging Wen Yu, which looks extremely intimate.
Wen Yu frowned, and was about to refuse helplessly, when suddenly a strong gloomy and cold breath rushed towards him.
He looked up in surprise, and saw a man standing under the streetlight from a distance.
Yingchen.
Black clothes and black trousers, the shadow cast by the street lamps at night is also black. It is so cloudy that it looks like a lead cloud wrapped in a blizzard, with the depression of the coming storm.
They were ten meters away, but Wen Yu could clearly see the man's cold gaze, staring at Xu Cheng's arm wrapped around his neck, with a gloomy and cold light.
In the morning, Ying Chen smiled at him for the first time. It made him feel that if he gets along well, Ying Chen might be a gentle man.
But now, they suddenly returned to the suffocating gloom and depression when they first met.
Wen Yu panicked inexplicably, as if his body knew the danger, he instinctively pushed Xu Cheng away who was pressing on him.
Xu Cheng staggered and almost fell, and muttered dissatisfiedly with his tongue out: "Oh, Xiaoyu, why, why did you throw brother away?"
When his swaying body was about to wrap his arms around Wen Yu's shoulder again, he suddenly woke up from the spirit of alcohol, stood up straight and tensed his back, and asked in surprise, "Xiaoyu, what, what's going on?"
Xu Cheng's drunken expression disappeared, and he looked around in horror.
Obviously there is nothing, but he feels that he is being pressed against every place on his body by countless invisible skates and sharp cold blades.
As long as he moves a little, the sharp blade can instantly pierce his skin and penetrate his flesh and blood.
In the sweltering heat of the early summer night, Xu Cheng was shivering all over from the cold, and asked in a trembling voice: "Xiaoyu, okay, it seems that something is going to kill me, why am I so afraid?"
Wen Yuzuan tightened his hands, and glanced at the man in the shadows in the distance.
Standing still and looking at them, there is a captivating light in the well-understood eyes, as if there is a backlog of thick darkness, which can burst out crazily at any time like when they met for the first time.
Wen Yu felt uneasy. He didn't dare to let his friends around him know of Ying Chen's existence, just because he was afraid that they would be affected too.
And Xu Cheng's fear now was obviously due to what Ying Chen had done.
If he stayed any longer, Xu Cheng didn't know what danger he would encounter.
He pretended to be calm and pulled Xu Cheng away quickly: "Brother Xu, you're just drunk, I'll call a car to take you home."
Ying Chen stood under the street lamp, looking at this side quietly.
Watching the boy help the crumbling man walk to the side of the road and raising his hand to call for a car, watching him open the car door for the man and help him sit in.
Watch him pay the driver and give the address of the man's home.
After watching the boy finish everything, he stood far away from him, watching him vigilantly, not daring to approach him.
There was a trace of unspeakable gloom at the end of the eyes stained with hostility.
He walked towards the boy, took the hand that was close because of nervous vigilance, and said in a low voice, "I'm going home."