The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

A reminder that the plane was about to take off sounded in the cabin. Song Nan adjusted his mobile phone to flight mode and put it in the small bag outside the backpack. He reached out and patted the top of the box wrapped in black cloth, "Old man, the seat belt is not You buckle it up, your figure has become so much slimmer that you can't even buckle up your seat belt."

Naturally, it was impossible for the box to answer him, but Song Nan didn't take his hand back. After rubbing it lightly twice, he turned his head and looked around, and sighed, "Why can't I see you..."

Song Nan's urination is a ghost-seeing eye. Counting the days, today happens to be Huang Dingguo's first seven. It stands to reason that he can see today.

My thoughts flashed back to the afternoon seven days ago, under the pear tree I don't know if it was a black shadow standing or sitting

A mobile phone fell on the empty seat next to the aisle, interrupting Song Nan's meditation.

Song Nan's eyes fixed on the bag for a second and then slowly moved up. The man happened to bend over and put the suitcase on the luggage rack.

Song Nan was late in choosing his seat, and the vacant seats next to the window and two seats connected to each other were a little farther back. No one could choose the three seats in the row he chose, so he directly chose the two seats next to the window. It was about to take off, but no one came to sit in the seat next to the aisle. Song Nan thought that no one would buy that seat.

The man put his bag under the seat, took out a magazine from the front basket, and flipped through a page. He glanced sideways at the black cloth box on the seat next to him, "Is this yours?"

"Dong..." Song Nan got a little angry when he heard that his father was called "something", and said bluntly, "You say it again?"

The man looked at him in surprise, and he really repeated it, but he typed briefly.

He pointed to the black mass on the seat next to him, "Your?"

Song Nan took a deep breath, planning to turn his face on this person if he jumped out of another "thing", but the person didn't say anything very interesting, and Song Nan held back the breath.

But the displeasure still exists, "What?"

"It's better to put it down," the man said while flipping through the magazine in his hand, "The weather is not very good today, and the bottle is easy to break if it is bumped hard."

Song Nan's sentence "It's none of your business" was abruptly stuck in his stomach by the second half of the other party's sentence. He lowered his eyes and looked at the black cloth box on the seat. Not to mention the porcelain vase containing the ashes, even the box was Didn't show a corner, is this person clairvoyant?

Song Nan looked up and down curiously at the man who was sitting across the seat, thinking that a person with such piercing eyes might be engaged in some kind of spy work.

Fengyue is not a spy, and he doesn't have the skill of clairvoyance. He just felt the strangeness above when he got on the plane, and saw that the "strangeness" was not malicious, so he reminded him.

Feeling the "real" sizing up from the next door, Feng Yue turned his face in displeasure, and turned his head slightly, "What's the matter?"

Song Nan's unscrupulous eyes slammed into a pair of deep black eyes, he twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and squeezed "thank you" from his lips after a while.

The plane started to move forward on the runway, and the speed changed from slow to fast. Feng Yue rested his head on the backrest and slowly closed his eyes. The plane had to make a stop halfway, and he planned to sleep for a while.

Although I don't know if I can fall asleep.

The plane went up violently, and the momentum made the ears buzzing. Feng Yue frowned. I don’t know what’s going on these two days. It’s been cloudy and rainy all the time. , It looks like it will rain heavily soon.

As soon as the plane flew into the sky, it encountered a turbulence and was a bit violent.

"Fuck me..."

There was a loud exclamation from the next door, Feng Yue glanced sideways, the man frowned tightly, his eyes were also tightly closed, one hand was firmly grasping the armrest of the seat, the other was holding The black cloth box in his arms, the fingers are slender, the finger bones are slightly protruding because there is no flesh on the hand, and the fingertips are slightly white due to the force.

Move your eyes up and look at the expression, which is not very relaxed.

At this moment, Song Nan's mood is very complicated, even more complicated than that of a dog.

He didn't expect to be so uncomfortable on a plane!

tinnitus!

It's like someone shot a gun in his ear hole in his head, and his stomach is still fucking sick...

Ah, nausea!

Very nauseous!

The feeling of severe discomfort finally awakened the memory of the super unpleasant flying chair experience that I didn’t know which corner I forgot. .

Song Nan felt that the sandwich he ate at Subway before boarding the plane might be a waste of money, and at the same time, the same sentence popped up in his mind like a bullet screen: Never spit on the old man's urn !

Look, what a filial child.

If the old man could see it, he would definitely think in his heart, well, it's not in vain.

Song Nan endured the nausea that was about to blurt out, and after boasting to himself in his heart, he suddenly turned his head to the right.

When he saw something stretching towards him, he was in no hurry.

In no hurry to see what Qing Chao stretched out to him, Song Nan vomited at it very simply, dripping with glee

These are all the idioms he can find in the limited vocabulary of his brain in a state of chaos at the moment.

The stomach was a little uncomfortable because of the vomiting. Song Nan closed his eyes for seven or eight seconds, and the feeling of tinnitus subsided a lot, and the buzzing feeling in his head was not as strong as before.

Song Nan raised his hand and glanced at the seat next door where he had vomited miserably. He planned to wipe his mouth by the way and finally gave up.

too disgusting……

When I ate the sandwich, I obviously felt that it was expensive and delicious, but why did it stay in my stomach for a while and it was so... unsightly?

Song Nan almost applauded himself for embedding such a proper idiom.

Song Nan raised his hand to cover his nose, and with the other hand, he reached into his bag for a long time and took out a small pack of tissues. He took out one with great effort, and when he was thinking whether to wipe his mouth or the seat first, his fingertips The paper towels he was holding were snatched away, along with the whole package of papers.

"Hey!" Song Nan yelled, a little unresponsive, seeing that the man next door had pulled out several pieces of paper and pressed them in his hands, he raised his eyebrows displeased, "What do you mean?"

"Blind?" Feng Yue almost tore out the paper from the small package, and just wiped it on his hands without tearing it off, "I thought you were just deaf."

"Fuck | you..." Song Nan bit his teeth on the latter words, and he saw that the man's hands were even worse than the messy chair.

Song Nan almost applauded himself again for embedding such a common saying that is even more powerful than an idiom.

What a child prodigy reincarnated today!

Feng Yue squinted at him, "Who the fuck?"

Song Nan was a little upset, because of his attitude and tone when speaking to this person, but he thought it was because of his bad tone first, and he vomited on him again.

He had to reach into the bag again and fumbled for the wrapping paper. After tearing it open, he took one out, wiped his mouth, took two more out from the inside, shook it out and handed it over, "You are too wasteful like this." .”

The other party took the paper, only glanced at him and did not speak again.

"That..." Song Nan glanced at the dirty seat beside him, and said with some difficulty, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to reach out to pick it up..."

Feng Yue wiped his hands for a moment, thinking he was hallucinating, and said incredulously, "What did you say?"

"You still say I'm deaf, I don't think your ears are very good." Song Nan clicked his tongue, "You said I vomited well, what do you think? Is it environmentally friendly?"

Fengyue was at a loss for words for a moment, because he also felt that his behavior just now might have been a shit in his head.

He had closed his eyes and rested his mind, and only turned his head when he heard some movement beside him. He is not a nosy person, and he has never helped the old lady cross the road after living for so many years.

But just 2 minutes ago, the good self-cultivation hidden in the innermost layer of his body broke out without warning, making him do a stupid thing with a vomit bag.

It may be that some nerves are on the wrong line, Fengyue thought unhappily, just take it as a practice in advance for the new job he is about to take.

The paper towels are a bit hard, and Feng Yue wiped them together with several layers. The back of his hand was almost peeled off by himself. Although the "dirty things" on it were wiped clean, it always felt...

I don't know if it's the smell from the empty seat next to me or from my own hands, but it's hard to say.

Feng Yue unbuckled his seat belt, stood up and planned to go to the bathroom to clean up.

As soon as he stood up, a stewardess walked towards him, and said as she walked, "The plane is a little bumpy due to the airflow. It is still unstable at the moment, and the bathroom is not open for use."

Feng Yue stretched out his hands like a claw-handed zombie, frowning, "How long will it take?"

"About 10 minutes." The stewardess said.

Feng Yue frowned even tighter, but he sat back on the chair again and pointed to the vacant seat next to him, "Are there any towels or mineral water?"

The stewardess glanced in, the smile on her face cracked, but she still said to Fengyue to wait.

One minute later, the stewardess came over with a wet towel and a large bottle of mineral water. When she was about to wipe the seat with a wet towel, Feng Yue took the towel directly from her hand. The towel turned and flew directly to the person by the window.

Song Nan was quite embarrassed at first, threw up a chair by himself, and asked for a beautiful woman to deal with the aftermath.

As a result, before this embarrassment fermented into "how about I do it", a damp towel was covered on his shoulders.

"Fuck∣you..."

"Wipe yourself if you vomit." Feng Yue decisively interrupted what he hadn't finished talking.

Originally, Song Nan was going to say that he would wipe it himself, but this person's attitude really made him feel a little uncomfortable. What do you mean that you should wipe it yourself if you vomit? ?

Is this guy from the Board of Education?Educate everyone who is caught?

Song Nan was originally a very indebted person, and when others owed him again, the nature of indebtedness in his bones was immediately fully aroused.

"Should I wipe it?" Song Nan raised his eyebrows, and shot his slightly provocative eyes to the right.

"Then you stink yourself," Feng Yue glanced at the watch on his wrist, "This flight is about two and a half hours, and Renren will pass." After that, he turned his head and leaned on the seat The stewardess standing on the side with her back said, "Excuse me, can I still upgrade the cabin now?"

Some stewardesses who were distracted were brought back to their thoughts by this sentence, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes."

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