Mr. Feng Shui of the Republic of China

Fan Jin turned over and sat up, and pulled him over: "Xiao Chi, I'm so sad, you're really separated from me."

Hearing the pitiful voice, Xia Jingsheng's heart trembled. He couldn't bear to brush the mind of the person in front of him, and tried to relax his body.

Feeling his relaxation, Fan Jin was immediately overjoyed, and tentatively kissed Xia Jingsheng's neck.

At this moment, Xia Jingsheng's whole body trembled, and his head suddenly ached violently.

He groaned, covered his head in pain, and refused to go to bed.

Fan Jin had no choice but to rest his mind, and bought an extra quilt elsewhere, one for each person, coaxed Xia Jingsheng to lie down.

At night, the two slept on the same couch, but the Chu River and the Han border were separated between them.

Xia Jingsheng's rationality told him that Fan Jin is a lover, and he should get used to being close to his lover as soon as possible, but he rejects Fan Jin in his heart for no reason.

At first, Xia Jingsheng didn't take it seriously, he just regarded it as a sequela of waking up, thinking that he would be back to normal after a few days.

As the days passed, Xia Jingsheng was still unable to get close to Fan Jin.

He couldn't bear to see Fan Jin's disappointed expression, so he tried hard to convince himself and tried to get close to Fan Jin.

But as long as he gets a little closer, he will always push people away.

Get close, push away, feel guilty, get close again, push away again, the whole process seems to be caught in an endless loop, and after that, there will be another headache.

Xia Jingsheng also noticed that Fan Jin's attitude towards him was getting colder and colder, and this change made Xia Jingsheng afraid.

Finally, when Fan Jin stayed away all night again, Xia Jingsheng sat withered all night.

Early in the morning, Fan Jin pushed the door open and entered, Xia Jingsheng looked him straight in the eyes and said solemnly, "Let's talk."

Fan Jin's attitude could be called indifferent, he said with a deadpan expression: "There's nothing to talk about, you don't want me to touch it, I know."

The meaning in the words, all these estrangements were caused by Xia Jingsheng.

Xia Jingsheng stared at Fan Jin, he still couldn't recall the details about Fan Jin, he said he was a lover, but he was worse than a stranger.rainy

"Are we... are we really lovers?" Xia Jingsheng hesitated again and again, but still asked the words from the bottom of his heart.

Fan Jin's face changed suddenly: "This is what you want to talk about?"

These days, although Fan Jin's attitude has become increasingly cold, his tone has never been as cold and violent as it is now.

"Jin, I really tried my best, but I still...can't remember..." Xia Jingsheng had just finished speaking when someone grabbed the back of his neck.

Xia Jingsheng was forced to raise his head, and Fan Jin's words that lost his warmth could be heard in his ears: "I will help you remember."

Fan Jin slowly drew closer to Xia Jingsheng, but the moment he was about to kiss, Xia Jingsheng suddenly woke up.

This smell was wrong, Xia Jingsheng vaguely remembered that he was familiar with the smell of western fragrance.

Subconsciously, Xia Jingsheng stretched out his hand again, trying to push him away.

However, Fan Jin had been on guard for a long time, he exerted force with his hands, and did not give Xia Jingsheng the slightest chance to escape.

Seeing that they were about to kiss, Xia Jingsheng punched Fan Jin's chest abruptly.

This punch was full of strength, and Fan Jin was so shaken by the force that he couldn't stand, he staggered back two steps, and managed to stabilize his body.

The pain in the chest could not be relieved for a long time, Fan Jin retched for a while, and looked at Xia Jingsheng angrily: "You are crazy."

Xia Jingsheng looked at his hand in disbelief, just now his instinct was ahead of his reason, and the sense of crisis that hit his face made him hit hard.

Fan Jin wiped his face and said bitterly, "We're done."

With just four words, Xia Jingsheng was sentenced to death.

Xia Jingsheng suddenly became at a loss, looking at Fan Jin's resolutely leaving figure, he wanted to pull him back, but he didn't know what to say.

Obviously he was the one who pushed the person away just now, but now he wants to redeem him. Xia Jingsheng hates himself who is so vacillating.

After that day, everyone discovered that Fan Jin and Xia Jingsheng were no longer walking together, and when it was Xia Jingsheng's turn to plant the fields, Fan Jin changed shifts with others, trying not to meet Xia Jingsheng face to face.

When eating, Fan Jin also changed his habit of sitting next to Xia Jingsheng in the past, and took the initiative to distance himself from Xia Jingsheng.

Many people saw the clue and asked Xia Jingsheng what happened between the two of them.

Xia Jingsheng could feel that Fan Jin was hiding from him, even though Xia Jingsheng showed that he wanted to make peace, Fan Jin was not moved.

That punch with all his strength seemed to really hurt Fan Jin's heart, and made him completely give up on Xia Jingsheng.

But in this way, Xia Jingsheng became a real loner in the village.

He tried to live according to what Fan Jin said, but it was extremely difficult.

As if forcing himself into someone else's life, Xia Jingsheng was calm on the surface, but his heart became more and more flustered.

Dreaming back at midnight, he looked at himself in the mirror and suddenly didn't know who he was.

Did that young man named Long Chi really exist?

If it existed, why didn't I feel it at all when I stayed in the place where I grew up?

If it existed, why was he a stranger to everyone in the village.

If it existed, why was his lover, so easily gave up the relationship between the two.

Xia Jingsheng couldn't figure it out, he sat on the bed with his knees hugged, buried his head, and kept silent, feeling extremely lonely.

As if feeling the master's depression, the serpentine whip that had been silent for many days stirred.

Xia Jingsheng glanced at his waist as if aware of it, and was facing the icy snake's eyes, his whole body trembled with fright.

"Snake!" he exclaimed.

"Hiss—" As if responding to his words, the spirit snake spat out a message.

Xia Jingsheng's scalp was numb. He remembered that Fan Jin had said that Long Chi was very afraid of snakes and never dared to go up the mountain alone.

As if dissatisfied with Xia Jingsheng's indifference, the sound made by the spirit snake became louder and louder.

Xia Jingsheng was a little at a loss, he tried to appease the spirit snake, for some reason, even though his scalp was numb at the moment, he subconsciously felt that the spirit snake around his waist would not hurt him.

Xia Jingsheng stretched out his hand tentatively, and touched the snake's head very carefully.

This tiny movement benefited the spirit snake very much, it took the initiative to rub against Xia Jingsheng's palm.

This heart-warming gesture made Xia Jingsheng, who had been physically and mentally exhausted for days, show a smile.

One person, one snake, accompany each other in this cold winter night.

After one night, Xia Jingsheng showed great interest in the snake-shaped whip. When he was practicing, he gave up the weapon he had been using for several days and pulled out the whip from his waist.

When Fan Jin saw the whip, he straightened his face: "Who allowed you to use this?"

Seeing his unhappy face, Xia Jingsheng didn't want the relationship between the two to continue to deteriorate, so he explained kindly: "This whip... I carry it with me."

However, Fan Jin firmly insisted that Xia Jingsheng's usual weapon in the past was a pole, not a whip.

"This whip is very evil, throw it away quickly." Fan Jin said.

When Xia Jingsheng heard this, he immediately objected, "I don't."

Fan Jin stared at Xia Jingsheng closely: "Throw it away!"

Xia Jingsheng protested: "Why should I listen to you!" As soon as the words came out, both of them were taken aback.

This was the first time Xia Jingsheng refuted Fan Jin since he took the forbidden drug.

Alarm bells sounded in Fan Jin's heart, and Xia Jingsheng's memory seemed to be slowly waking up.

A head-to-head attitude won't work, so Fan Jin adopts a soft policy, gently persuading him: "Xiao Chi, what's wrong with you? It's fine to reject me, now you don't even listen to my words?"

Xia Jingsheng listened to these words full of accusations, and the secret guilt in his heart resurfaced again.

He looked at the whip in his hand, and the man and the snake looked at each other for a long time.

"Listen to me, throw it away." Seeing Hope, Fan Jin continued to encourage.

Xia Jingsheng gritted his teeth, raised his hand and threw the whip into the pool.

Seeing that the goal was achieved, Fan Jin immediately beamed with joy, and no longer neglected Xia Jingsheng, he took the initiative to throw the polished bamboo pole to Xia Jingsheng: "Try this."

Xia Jingsheng was absent-mindedly practicing his pole technique, and he didn't know whether it was the wrong technique or the weapon he didn't know how to use, he still couldn't improve.

A pair of eyes looked at the surface of the pool from time to time, and even he himself couldn't tell what he was looking forward to.

"Xiao Chi, let's compete." Fan Jin suggested.

Xia Jingsheng nodded and raised his bamboo pole to challenge.

At the beginning of the sparring, Fan Jin played very aggressively, but Xia Jingsheng was not in the mood to fight and was disturbed.

The brief distraction put him at a disadvantage, but Fan Jin mercilessly raised the bamboo pole at Xia Jingsheng.

Xia Jingsheng would be seriously injured if he hit this pole, but Fan Jin didn't intend to stop.

At this moment, a column of water suddenly rushed up from the surface of the pool, and immediately after, a huge black snake rose into the air, wrapping Xia Jingsheng layer by layer.

An impenetrable, extremely hard wall was formed.

Fan Jin said that Xia Jingsheng was afraid of snakes, but at this moment, Xia Jingsheng was surrounded by snakes, but his heart was extremely calm.

He knew that the spirit snake would not harm him.

The spirit snake was gentle to Xia Jingsheng, but it didn't mean it would treat Fan Jin well. Its body grew bigger and bigger, and finally the giant snake that appeared in front of Fan Jin was as tall as two people.

Fan Jin panicked in his heart, but managed to maintain his composure on his face, and pointed at the spirit snake with the pole in his hand.

The spirit snake showed contempt in its eyes. It opened its mouth wide, and its sharp fangs with venom were about to pierce Fan Jin's skin. Fortunately, Xia Jingsheng reacted in time and patted the spirit snake on the head, thus saving Fan Jin .

Fan Jin was not very grateful for the life-saving grace. He was humiliated by the beast in public, and he was angry and anxious, so he couldn't help but cast fire on Xia Jingsheng: "Why do you keep it, it's a monster! , have you seen what it looks like? It's so thick and long, and keeping such a beast is a disaster for the world."

Xia Jingsheng frowned and said, "It's very obedient."

"Yes, it only listens to you, not anyone else. If it gets out of control and hurts someone someday, don't regret it!" Fan Jin said angrily.

However, Xia Jingsheng keenly grasped the key point: "You said... this snake only listens to me?"

Just now, Fan Jin said that Xia Jingsheng usually used poles as weapons, but now he said that snakes only listen to Xia Jingsheng.

Obvious inconsistency.

Xia Jingsheng scowled, and looked at the impatient Fan Jin: "You are lying, the weapon I usually use is not a bamboo pole, but this whip, right?"

When Xia Jingsheng said these words, Fan Jin had a premonition that something was getting out of control.

Xia Jingsheng gradually walked out of the helplessness and weakness in the early stage of waking up, and became more and more like the real "Xia Jingsheng".