A car accident, our family of three crossed

When he was young, he had nightmares every night. It was Chu who patiently counseled him day after day, coaxed him to sleep, and helped him get rid of the nightmares.

When he was young, Chu Yi committed a serious crime in order to protect him. He also knelt in the snow for a day and a night to save Chu Yi's life, and almost broke his legs.

Later, they stayed away from disputes and went to the battlefield. Chu Yi tried his best to help him escape death many times. He also dug Chu Yi out from the pile of dead bodies and carried him out of the battlefield...

After twenty years of ups and downs, although they are master and servant in name, they are confidants, brothers, and even relatives emotionally.

Chu Rui came back to his senses from the distant memory, and met Chu Yi's worried eyes. He couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Chu Yi was still worried and looked at him deeply until he gave her assurances again and again.

"You are too serious now that you have grown up. You are not as cute as you were when you were a child." He shook his head helplessly and chuckled.

At night, the two talked about many interesting things from their childhood. When dawn was approaching, Chu Yi began to shut up and forced Chu Rui to lie down and rest. No matter how he brought up his identity as the master, it was of no use.

On this day, he woke up late as expected, and woke up near noon to the sound of a child's voice.

"Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on one vine, not afraid of wind or rain, la la la la... Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, you have great abilities..."

"Xiao Yangyang, why are the colors of each flower different?"

After Chu Shisan finished chopping the wood, he saw Yang Yang lying on a small square table, drawing and humming a song he had never heard of before.

Curiously, he squatted next to Yangyang, wanting to see what he was drawing. It was exactly the same as what he was humming, seven flowers on a vine, except that the seven flowers were of different colors.

"Because they are Calabash Brothers!"

"What are Calabash Brothers?"

"The Calabash Brothers are the Calabash Brothers! Alas! You don't even know the Calabash Brothers." Yang Yang shook his head and sighed, looking at him with pity in his eyes.

Chu Shisan had the illusion of being sympathized for a moment.

"Then tell me where this Calabash Brothers came from?"

"Now there are seven flowers. After a while, they will become seven melons. When the melons are ripe, they will become the Calabash Brothers."

Yangyang pointed at the flowers in the painting and explained one by one: "The red one is the eldest, he is a strong man, the orange one is the second one, he has clairvoyance and super hearing, the yellow one is the third one, he is invulnerable to swords and guns..."

"So magical?" Chu Shisan listened with great interest, but Yangyang stopped talking. He urged, "Go on! This green one is the fourth child, right? What abilities does it have?"

"Oops! Don't make a noise. I almost drew it wrong."

Yangyang pouted unhappily, forgetting for a moment that there was paint on his little palm. He scratched his face, leaving several long marks on his face, extending from the nose to the cheek.

In the study, Chu Rui heard a vague idea and was very curious about what kind of picture the child had drawn.

"Chu Yi, go borrow that kid's painting and have a look."

"Yes."

When Chu Yi saw that he had woken up and looked much more energetic than the day before, he felt much more relieved. He nodded and left.

"Yangyang, what are you drawing? Can you lend it to uncle?"

Yangyang turned around when he heard that. Chu Yi couldn't help but be stunned. Why did he feel so familiar with this child's colorful face?

"Is uncle awake yet?"

Chu Yi put away his doubts and nodded. Without further ado, Yang Yang ran into the study room holding the painting.

"Xiao Yangyang, why did you run away if you continue talking?" Chu Shisan chased into the study with a smug look on his face.

"Yangyang, come here and let your uncle see what you drew?" Chu Rui waved at Yangyang. Every time he saw this child, he was always happy.

When Yangyang climbed onto the kang and saw his dirty little face, he couldn't help laughing and said, "How come your face is so dirty?"

He glanced at Chu Yi, who understood and walked to the washbasin, wrung out a wet towel and handed it to him.

Chu Rui reached out to take the wet towel, motioned Yang Yang to come closer, and gently wiped the paint off his face.

Yangyang suddenly became playful and stretched out his paint-stained little hand to touch his cheek.

Chu Rui's limbs stiffened for a moment as he had not expected Yang Yang to do this.

No child had ever dared to be so close to him. Even the children in his own family only respected him but never dared to get close to him.

Yangyang stared at his profile, looked at his own masterpiece, and chuckled.

However, a trace of shock flashed across Chu Yi's eyes. He looked back and forth at the two men's faces calmly. He finally understood where his feeling of déjà vu about this child came from.

Upon closer inspection, the child's eyebrows and eyes are surprisingly similar to those of Chu Rui when he was young. This stained face is exactly the same as the face stained with paint when Chu Rui was a child.

While Chu Rui was stunned, Yangyang took the wet towel and clumsily wiped his face.

Chu Rui came back to his senses and waited patiently for him to finish wiping. He then told Chu Yi to wash the towel again and then wiped his face clean himself.

Chu Yi looked at this scene expressionlessly, but countless bizarre thoughts had already flashed through his mind.

"Xiao Yangyang, keep talking. What abilities does Siwa have?"

Chu Shisan, who only wanted to hear what happened next, didn't notice anything and spoke up, breaking the warm yet weird atmosphere.

However, what greeted him was Chu Rui's death stare.

"Hehe! Um... I'll go see if lunch is ready..." Under pressure, Chu Shisan awkwardly found an excuse to slip away.

Chu Yi washed the handkerchief silently and retreated silently. Only Chu Rui and Yang Yang were left in the study, discussing the painting with immature technique but simple meaning.

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Zhaojiagou.

Hang's mother and Zhang's mother were in a dim room, looking nervously at an old woman in front of the altar.

At this moment, the old woman in a black robe was burning a stick of incense in her hand and muttering something that they could not understand.

Suddenly, the witch opened her cloudy eyes and said firmly: "The evil spirit is possessed and must be driven away as soon as possible, otherwise it will harm the lives of loved ones."

"Is it true, really true... that a demon possessed me?" Hang's mother asked haltingly, swallowing her saliva continuously.

"What are you asking?" Zhang's mother patted her, which actually frightened her. "Witch Zhao is very powerful. She has never made any mistakes in all these years. My dear sister-in-law, you can't hesitate any longer. The person who is closest to you is you. If you don't capture the evil spirit quickly, it will bring disaster to your life."

"Then, what, what should we do?" Hang's mother's face turned pale, and the hand she held on Zhang's mother's was shaking uncontrollably.

"Don't worry, don't worry. The witch will have a way. We will listen to her." Zhang's mother patted her hands to comfort her. She turned to look at the witch Zhao and said, "Old fairy, what do you say? We will listen to you."

"The fifteenth day after three days is the best time to exorcise the evil spirit."