I'm a thousand years older than you

The surroundings are peaceful, and there is only a heartbeat in my ears...

He came out of Wen Zihe's arms, not in the slightest bit thinking about this hug.He saw that the usually lazy person was staring at a place not far away at this moment, with a little emotion that was very strange to him in his eyes, like a fierce force.

And from the shadow under his gaze, there seemed to be a chuckle.The laughter was shrill, and it was particularly abrupt in the dark and quiet night.

Night...?

Lu Yebai thought belatedly, it was still afternoon when Wen Zihe came to pick him up, and he drove for less than 5 minutes, how could it be night?Also, Wen Zihe was driving very slowly, why was there such a loud noise when braking?

Maybe he was too obsessed with the messy things in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to the outside world at all.Before he could think about it, he heard that thin and hoarse voice sounding again, as if the bow that had not been used for many years was severely sawed on the rusted strings, it was uncomfortable to hear.

The voice said: "I don't know when the young master will arrive in Xijing? I am really disappointed."

"Shut up." He heard Wen Zihe speak coldly.This tone also made him a little strange.

And... What is the name of the young master?

Lu Yebai felt cold sweat on his palms.This young man who used to be a severe patient of the Second Second Disease, encountered such a dream scene in the head of the Second Second Disease, but he didn't want to be a hero at all.

The person who spoke hid in the dark, ignored this sentence confidently, let out a laugh, and continued: "The young master noticed our actions early, but continued to drive here, don't you want to hear what I have to say? Don't be nervous, I won't say things you shouldn't say... I'm just reminding you that the sky is about to change, even if you don't stand on my master's side, you shouldn't dominate the one next to you... "

The sound stopped abruptly.

Just a second ago, Lu Yebai saw a long knife glowing with ice-blue fluorescence draw a sharp arc in the air, and threw it like an arrow into the shadow not far away.

Because the speed was too fast, the fluorescent light surrounding the blade still fell into a string of dots in the air, slowly disappearing along the trajectory of the long blade.

Wen Zihe, who threw the murder weapon casually on the street, opened the door and got out of the car expressionlessly, then took a look into the car, and locked Lu Yebai behind him.

Lu Yebai: "..."

He saw a faint blue halo slowly covering the car windows on all sides, and when he thought of the fluorescent light on the knife just now, he knew who did it.

Looking through the gradually deepening halo, the figure of that person became more and more blurred, as if he was about to play another trick of disappearing out of thin air.

"Wen Zihe! How dare you!" He almost broke the handle of the car, but the door didn't move at all, so he slammed his fist on the windshield again, and said viciously, "If you leave this time, I really don't want to I will forgive you again!"

This threatening person is so guilty, if that person disappears again, it will be three years, ten years, or even a lifetime...

Can he still wait until he comes back?

Hearing this sentence, the slender figure froze, and he looked back at him.Then a stronger blue halo appeared in front of his eyes, blocking all his vision.

He slumped back to the car seat, the dull pain from the smashed car window was still on his fingers, but he seemed to have lost all feeling and no longer responded.There is only one thought left in my mind——

That person... once again left without saying goodbye.

After sitting for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt that the car door beside him was opened, and a gust of cool wind came in, along with a gentle and gentle voice: "Why are you crying?"

"I'm in a bit of a mess here." Wen Zihe opened the door with the key and said to the people behind him.

There was a little redness in the man's eyes that hadn't faded away, but he firmly refused to admit that he had shed tears, and said, "It doesn't matter."

Then the door opened, and he saw unknown vines growing wantonly in the setting sun, an old swing frame, weeds all over the yard, and a chicken that was planing on the ground.

This is a very informal courtyard, without the slightest restraint of a mansion or other courtyard, living the style of a small country house.

Wen Zihe also seemed to feel that the yard was too casual, touched his nose and said, "I haven't had time to decorate it yet."

The two of them had a tacit understanding and didn't mention the scene they had just experienced.Lu Yebai followed him back home silently, and he didn't explain what happened just now, the atmosphere eased a lot, at least Lu Yebai stopped talking with a stick in his arms.

"The courtyard is very beautiful." Lu Yebai said, "If you plan it well..."

"Let's talk when you have time." Wen Zihe had already walked a few steps away, and waved at him, "Come in first."

He obediently followed Wen Zihe.

It seems like it hasn't happened in years.

After going to middle school, the strong part of his character gradually revealed, and he often said the same thing, and Wen Zihe was more often accommodating him.And I obediently went home with others without asking anything like today, which is more like a childhood memory.

At that time, he was the little tail that Wen Zihe couldn't shake off.

The house and the yard are simple and simple in the same strain, with only the simplest furnishings, a decorative screen, and an invisible wooden floor under the feet. The reflected light makes it look neat and clean, with extraordinary details everywhere, like a rich family The house is too empty, so simple that you can directly paste the words "simplified" and hang it up with the real estate agency, and sell it for a good price.

"Young Master." He heard someone call out in the room, followed the sound, and saw an old man with a kind face. The old man also saw him and bowed slightly to him.

"Uncle Fang, make a bowl of refreshing soup." Wen Zihe confessed, Uncle Fang showed surprise, and then his expression was quickly covered up, and he turned and walked into the kitchen.

Wen Zihe turned to him: "Drink that to calm yourself... Does it scare you?"

Lu Yebai also looked at that person, thinking that no matter how creepy that voice is, it is not one ten thousandth as scary as you want to leave...

He really didn't feel weird afterward, he was only panicked.

"No," he heard himself say.

Wen Zihe looked at the man's pale face, as if he was too embarrassed to admit it: "I... have a bit of a problem with him. But now it's all settled, and he won't come to me anymore."

Lu Yebai looked up at him: "Did you kill someone?"

At this moment, he has a little bad idea in his heart.Ever since he followed Wen Zihe home, he never thought of standing on the opposite side of Wen Zihe.Even if he killed someone, he was a little glad that he saw it all, as if two people had a common secret.

This person's heart, which has been soaked in obsession for many years, is actually a little distorted.

Wen Zihe looked at him in surprise: "No...how could it be? Murder is against the law. I am so young and there are still many things waiting for me to do. Why can't I think about it?"

When Lu Yebai asked that sentence, he planned several possible answers for Wen Zihe in his mind, but there was absolutely no such "sad-faced denial" one.

Although he didn't see the corpse with his own eyes, he could hear the sound of the knife piercing into the flesh clearly.

He frowned, intending to confirm it again from his memory, only to belatedly realize that the encounter just now was full of strangeness.The suddenly darkening sky, the excessive speed of the car, the hoarse weirdo, the luminous knife... and there is a completely different Wen Zihe from the past.

That's right, the person who has been with him day and night for more than ten years, the movement of drawing a knife and throwing... It seems that he couldn't be more proficient.

"Drink some soup first." Wen Zihe handed over a bowl of cold-like soup, interrupting his thoughts, "Uncle Fang's family's special calming herbs, I will tell you in detail after drinking it."

It was his instinct to trust the person in front of him.Lu Yebai took the decoction, took a sip, just enough not to burn his mouth, and drank it all in one gulp without tasting any flavor.

"It's fine if it's too much." This duplicity person pretended to be calm, "If you're not very willing to say it."

Wen Zihe approached him now and sat down beside him, still smiling and relaxed: "Is there anything I don't want to say—compared to this, what did you yell in the car just now?"

"What?" Lu Yebai didn't react for a moment.

"You said that if I leave this time, you really won't forgive me when I come back. Does that mean..." The man changed the subject, as if something was brewing behind him, "Are you really going this time?" forgive me?"

Lu Yebai was led around a corner by him, and just about to refute his miraculous logic, but felt dizzy, but the man was still asking, so he could only answer: "That's right."

Then he pressed hard on his temple, trying to relieve the pressure from it.It seems that there are countless strings in the head being taut, making one can't help but suspect that they are about to break——

A pair of slightly cold hands caressed his forehead, making him dizzy again.Then the finger pressed his acupoints gently and gently.

His eyes were blurred, and the white light from the window dazzled his eyes a little. He watched the white light keep getting bigger and blurred, and closed his eyes in discomfort.

He murmured in his heart: If this is a dream, don't wake up.

In a trance, he heard a voice beside his ear sighing in disappointment: "It's hard to take care of me. When I wake up tomorrow, I have to start all over again."

Wen Zihe hugged Lu Yebai to the bed, and once again realized that he really couldn't rely on his old self to talk about "that child". The foot is a grown man.

He looked at Lu Yebai's sleeping face frowning tightly, wondering why this young man had so many worries, he couldn't sleep well.She couldn't help stretching out her hand to smooth his eyebrows, then covered him with a thin quilt, turned and left the room.

Waiting outside the door was a helper who helped him bring down Lu Yebai with a bowl of medicine. Seeing him coming out, he hurriedly asked, "How is Mr. Lu?"

"Falling asleep." Wen Zihe seemed a little tired, and stopped after a few steps, "Your ancestral Mishen Soup is a good thing. You can talk to him casually later, and he will only remember what you said when he wakes up." If so, is this how it’s used?”

Uncle Fang nodded: "When you entered the room and said 'Xingshen Soup', I thought I heard it wrong. We don't have that kind of thing in our house. The only thing that can stand up to it is Mishen Soup."

Wen Zihe said: "Mishen Tang doesn't sound like a good thing. He will be vigilant."

Uncle Fang: "..."

It seemed that he wasn't the one who praised Mishen Tang as a good thing just a second ago.

"Take care of him." Wen Zihe looked worriedly into the dark room, then picked up the knife and walked out the door.

The author has something to say: Lu (stared dumbfounded): Wife, you, you, you, you actually drugged me?

Wen (turning head): helpless move

Lu: No, I will give you medicine too

Wen (huh): Mishen Soup is useless to us monsters

Lu (laughs): Who said that what I want to drink is a drug?