The handsome man in the entertainment industry

Xiao Xiao didn't show the slightest anxious expression when opening the belly table of this space, she shrugged indifferently, stroked her long hair that was half-dried, pulled a hair tie and tied it with a ponytail, and jumped up from the couch , dragged the apprentice on the chair, and walked out of the house with his arms under his arms.

"Ah Ruan, I see that you have clear bones and extraordinary talents. Not only are you a rare martial arts talent once in a hundred years, but you must also..."

He pulled the person to the back of the house, stood in front of a simple stove, stared at the other person's eyes very seriously, "And I must be very good at cooking, right?"

So Ruan Mudeng worked conscientiously as a housekeeper in a dream, cooking dinner for Xiao Xiao who hadn't tasted his apprentice's cooking for a long time.

"How do you live in this space?"

While washing the rice, Ruan Mudeng asked Xiao Xiao who was squatting beside him, who was really planning to stand by and watch.

"Well, although I don't seem to care if I don't eat or drink here, but..."

Xiao Xiao took it for granted and said:

"But it's so lonely not to eat or drink. Even if the body doesn't feel hungry or thirsty, but the heart will always want to eat delicious meals."

As he spoke, he pointed to the scorched black corner on the side of the rice steaming pot, and continued sincerely: "But you should know that my cooking skills are really not good, so I haven't eaten anything that can be called delicious these days. It deserves to be called 'delicious'."

Ruan Mudeng washed the rice with his fingers, "Then don't you remember everything, how do you know I can cook?"

"After all, you are my registered disciple!"

Xiao Xiao grinned, showing two rows of neat little white teeth, "From my point of view, how could I accept a fool who can't even cook as an apprentice?"

Although Xiao Xiao said that he is not good at cooking, even if he is trapped in the deep sea of ​​consciousness, the only places he can go to are the hillsides, bamboo forests, and small rivers below the mountain that are within the reach of their naked eyes. An orthodox foodie, no matter how casually he dresses and lives, he never wrongs himself when it comes to eating and drinking.

He dug a small pond in the backyard, half of which was filled with clear water, and he kept a bamboo basket of live shrimps; in the big basket beside the stove were some fresh leeks, potatoes, bamboo shoots, mushrooms and wild amaranth; He took out a big basket from the back of the basket, and there was a pheasant with its throat cut off, and there were seven or eight eggs of various birds, and it was unknown where he got them from.

"I want to eat braised pork, the kind that is so oily that it trembles slightly when chopsticks pick it up!"

Xiao Xiao looked at Ruan Mudeng's sharp knife skills in cutting bamboo shoots, and sighed with regret: "It's a pity that I can't find a wild boar after searching the woods..."

Soon Ruan Mudeng prepared dinner for two.

A plate of stewed pheasant with mushrooms, a plate of stewed bamboo shoots with mushrooms in oil, and a plate of fried river prawns with leeks, plus a large bowl of egg drop amaranth soup, served with white rice with moderate hardness Those things that I made up by myself these days are nine streets away.

Obviously, even in the state of the soul in the dream, Xiao Xiao's taste is still the same as before.The taste Ruan Mudeng made was exactly the one that suits his appetite. He ate very happily and added three bowls of rice in a row, and he didn't give up until the rice pot was empty.

After eating and drinking, Xiao Xiao put down her chopsticks, lay down carelessly on the bed, and rubbed her stomach contentedly, it seemed that she didn't intend to move any more.

"It's almost time, I'm probably about to wake up..."

Ruan Mudeng lit an oil lamp for Xiao Xiao, put it on the table, looked up at the already dark sky outside the open door, and silently counted the elapsed time between the two time and space.

"It's okay, anyway, you will come over tomorrow, right?"

Xiao Xiao turned over, lying on the bed, resting her chin on one hand, and smiled at her apprentice, her phoenix eyes were bent, and under the hazy light, she looked like a fox turned into a human being, with sayings on the corners of her brows and eyes. Undeniable charm.

"I know, you will definitely come tomorrow."

Chapter 105, Eleven, Heart House 06

The next day, Uncle Huang patted Ruan Mudeng on the shoulder and woke him up from his dream.

Affected by the fairy pillow, he really slept deeply.Until the sun was high, Uncle Huang and his wife discussed and felt that something was wrong. They were afraid that he was sick and couldn't help coming in to see him, so they woke up from the dream.

After washing up briefly and eating something carelessly, Ruan Mudeng called Dr. Lin and Bai Fengchu respectively, and told in detail what he had seen and heard in his dream last night, picking out the most important parts.

"If it's as you guessed, since Xiao Xiao's consciousness is clear, but he can't get rid of the shackles of the deep sea of ​​consciousness and return to his original body, then I think there is really no need to continue looking for the one he lost. I'm desperate."

Doctor Lin on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and expressed his opinion.

"In the next few days, I will search for you to see if there is any way to bring people's spiritual consciousness back to the physical body. Just wait for my news."

The iconic, cold and seemingly emotionless voice of the black long straight beauty came from the receiver, but it sounded particularly reassuring at this moment.

Bai Fengchu's guess was similar to Dr. Lin's, and she also promised to help Ruan Mudeng find out how to restore her soul.

Of course, relying on other people's help is obviously not in line with Ruan Mudeng's character. After he hung up the phone, he immediately threw himself into the thousands of volumes of old papers in the library, looking through them one by one.

And so three days passed.

In the past few days, besides taking care of Xiao Xiao's comatose body and consulting books and classics, Ruan Mudeng would sleep on the same bed with his master in his arms every night, and the two of them would share the same pillow. The fingers of the two hands are clasped tightly together in an extremely intimate gesture.

And every night after falling asleep, he would return to the small courtyard on the hillside, wash and cook for Xiao Xiao, and spend the few hours with him in this empty and boring time and space.

In this way, on the morning of the fourth day, which was the eighth day they stayed in Zhidao Temple, Ruan Mudeng finally received a call back from Dr. Lin, telling him a "maybe" possible solution.

"You mean, marriage, wedding?"

Ruan Mudeng stumbled a little when he spoke. He was afraid that he had heard wrong, so he couldn't help confirming with the other party again, "You mean, let Xiao Xiao and I hold a wedding ceremony?"

"Correct."

Dr. Lin seemed to be totally unaware of the young man's embarrassment, and answered very simply.

"You must have heard of 'Chongxi', right?"

She asked.

Of course Ruan Mudeng knew about this well-known custom.

The so-called "Chongxi" refers to marrying a patient who has been ill for a long time and a healthy person, using the luck of this happy event to offset the sickness or bad luck entrenched in the patient. regain health.

Later, this custom gradually developed from the patient's own marriage to the fact that if the parents of the family are seriously ill, the children can also marry Gao Tang to "rejoice". "Happy" to the house.

"I know what Chongxi means, but... what does this have to do with Xiao Xiao's matter?"

Ruan Mudeng said that he was really at a loss.

"I checked the ancient books. In fact, the so-called 'Chongxi' originally came from the Fujian and Guangdong areas. It is a ritual similar to that of local witches."

Dr. Lin patiently explained the method she found.

"At that time, there was a theory that when a person was seriously ill and terminally ill, the three souls and seven souls would become weaker and weaker day by day, and they were in a state that was easy to leave the body, so that it was easy to be detained when a messenger came to seduce the soul."

Like a real doctor informing her patient, she continued slowly:

"So, if you want to fix the soul of a patient, you will choose a young man with a strong body and form a marriage relationship through ancient rituals, so that the two souls and flesh will blend together and become one, so that the patient's three souls and seven souls will be in harmony with each other. Under the protection of the other party, it is not so easy to be taken away by sickness."

"I understand."

Ruan Mudeng is such a smart person, Dr. Lin's words are all about this, how could he still not understand.

"You want me to follow the local ancient rituals to hold a wedding with Xiao Xiao, and then try to guide his soul back to its place, right?"

From the other end of the phone came Dr. Lin's answer of "hmm".

"Originally, the two parties in the ceremony should have exchanged Geng stickers to ensure that each other's zodiac signs are harmonious and the horoscope is prosperous."

Dr Lin added:

"However, one is that none of us know, nor can we figure out Xiao Xiao's horoscope, and the other is that there has always been a bond between the two of you that goes beyond the relationship between master and apprentice..."

She paused and sighed slightly.

"I don't know how to describe that feeling, it's just a vague feeling... There will be no one who will have a closer connection than you and Xiao Xiao forever... If I have to describe it, it should be the so-called 'soul mate' Alright..."

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After accepting Dr. Lin's proposal, Ruan Mudeng immediately started to prepare the things needed for the ceremony.

In view of Xiao Xiao's current environment, the material conditions are really lacking-God knows why this person insists on imagining such an empty, lonely and cold world of deep sea of ​​consciousness for himself, so that once he is trapped, he even wants to eat red-flavored pork There wasn't even a pig's hair in sight—anyway, don't expect him to come up with something like a dress hijab, a red candle tent, and the like.

After several days of observation and experimentation, Ruan