The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"You have been in Qiyang Town since you were a child?" Feng Yue dragged his suitcase and walked at the back, occasionally chatting with Song Nan occasionally.

"Probably." Song Nan kicked the pebbles beside his feet.

"Is it?" Feng Yue was a little confused.

"I am the adopted son picked up by his father." Song Nan didn't seem to want to talk about it, and changed the subject, "Is there a demarcation for your project? You have to visit each house according to the demarcation you have drawn."

"The design drawings haven't come out yet," Feng Yue said, "but I probably have a rough plan. Go and have a look at it in the afternoon, and I'll show you."

"To the Black Water Bay Reservoir?"

"Well, what else?" Feng Yue felt that he asked this question a little strangely, "If you don't want to go there, shall I point it out to you out of thin air?"

Song Nan also felt that he was too idiotic to ask, so he scratched his head in embarrassment, and finally nodded in agreement.

Turning the corner from the post office, you can see your home. Song Nan felt a little uneasy, and his steps slowed down. He was a little afraid to see Liu Hao who was waiting for him at the gate of his house.

Although Liu Hao, who has become translucent, doesn't look terrible.

"What's the matter?" Feng Yue asked puzzled when he saw that he had obviously slowed down.

"It's okay." Song Nan tightened his fist in his trouser pocket, "Maybe I'm full, and I can't digest it."

Huang Diwen, who was also full of food, had been silent all this time.

Huang Diwen was walking on Song Nan's left. When he turned the post office, he subconsciously moved behind him, and his pace also slowed down.

Feng Yue had a panoramic view of these changes, but Song Nan didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't ask.

"Are you there?" Huang Diwen approached Song Nan and asked in a low voice.

Song Nan glanced back at Fengyue, and boldly took a look at his house. The gate of the courtyard was empty, except for the broom that was left at the gate yesterday, there was nothing.

Song Nan heaved a sigh of relief, shook his head, "No."

"Really?" Huang Diwen also heaved a sigh of relief, "Take a closer look?"

Song Nan didn't need his half-brained mind to remind him. He glanced around and focused on the surroundings of his house, not even ignoring the roof. Finally, he shook his head, "No."

After hearing such an answer, Huang Diwen's steps were obviously much easier.

Song Nan felt that Liu Hao might not have come yet, after all he said to see you tomorrow when he left yesterday.

It's only past nine o'clock in the morning, and it's only been four or five hours since dawn, and there are still more than ten hours left!

Thinking about it this way, the anxiety that had dissipated just now returned to his body.

The tobacco in the yard was taken away, and the ropes tied at both ends were also removed by Song Nan, making the yard look much more spacious than before.

After Huang Dingguo left, no one lived in his house. When Song Nan cleaned up his belongings, he even tore down the wooden bed he slept on and burned it. Now the family suddenly wants to live in another person. , Song Nan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Back when the government promoted the house in his hometown, Huang Dingguo took the money based on the square meter. At that time, he took the money and added some savings on hand to build this single-family building. It looks good on the outside, but the rooms inside are not. Not many.

When Huang Diwen was still in elementary school, he shared a room with Song Nan, and when he was older, he went to junior high school. Huang Dingguo was afraid that Song Nan would affect his studies. In the eyes of the old father, Song Nan, who didn't know a lot of Chinese characters, would really affect Huang Diwen's career as the No. [-] scholar, so he came out of a separate room to separate the two.

Huang Dingguo specially used the attic as his workshop because of his business relationship. Looking at it this way, there is really no room for Fengyue at home.

"You can sleep in my room at night." Song Nan lifted Fengyue's suitcase to his room, thinking that his kennel might not be comparable to the duplex apartment on the south bank of Jincheng, and added, "If you don't mind. "

"What about you?" Feng Yue looked at the furnishings of the room. There was not even a desk except the bed. The only bedside table was also used to pile clothes. The wall was quite clean, and there were no paintings or posters. Yes, the towels were neatly folded at the end of the bed.

"My brother and I just squeeze together." Song Nan said indifferently, "It doesn't matter whether his grades are affected by me or not."

Feng Yue didn't say any more, he accepted Song Nan's proposal.

It was still early, and Song Nan had been at home since the acquisition of Tobacco. His original plan was to wait for Huang Diwen's matter to be settled and find a job to do it by the way. In the end, Liu Hao came out halfway and forced his plan Disrupted.

However, although the purpose of letting Fengyue come to his home is not simple, he still has to act according to the excuse he made up. Besides, Fengyue didn't say that he wouldn't pay any money, so Song Nan looked at the time and suggested, "Why don't you take a look at the terrain first?"

Feng Yue nodded, "Do you have a pen and paper here?"

"Yes, there are a lot of them." Song Nan said as he rushed to Huang Diwen, who was about to meet Zhou Gong on the chair, "Where's your schoolbag?"

Huang Diwen had no choice but to lift up his body that was almost as long as the chair, kicked up the stairs, took the schoolbag down and handed it to Song Nan, and Song Nan found a clean book with only his name written on the cover and handed it to him. Feng Yue took another pen from the pencil case.

"Are you looking after the house or..."

Before Song Nan finished speaking, Huang Diwen, who sat back on the chair again, interrupted, "I'll go too."

Song Nan frowned, the small battery car can only carry one person.

As soon as Huang Diwen saw him frowning, he felt that something was wrong. He immediately stood up from the chair, shaking his head like a drum, "I'm not alone at home!"

Even so, Song Nan was in a difficult situation. It took three to four 10 minutes to walk there. People like Fengyue... Thinking about his eyes, he unconsciously glanced to the side. Fengyue wore a hemp of the same style as last time today Cotton-colored five-quarter sleeves, but the color has been changed from white to navy blue. The pants are also cropped pants of the same material and color. Fortunately, his skin is not dark. The taste comes.

Such a person, taking such a long road, Song Nan thinks it is impossible even with his little toes.

"What if Liu Hao comes again later?" Huang Diwen asked eagerly, for fear that Song Nan would leave him at home alone and be carried away by ghosts.

These words really touched Song Nan's heart, Huang Diwen couldn't see ghosts, and Liu Hao only communicated with Song Nan twice, but this time it was obviously Song Nan who backed away first and let Huang Diwen go alone. He was a little worried at home.

"Okay." Song Nan had no choice but to nod.

Huang Diwen happily ran to get the key to lock the door, and took a can of Sprite from the refrigerator before going out, with an expression as if he was going on a picnic.

Even though he felt that the answer to this question might be a little disappointing, Song Nan asked a lot when he walked out of the courtyard, "Can you ride a battery car?"

Feng Yue glanced at the yard, but he didn't see the battery car he was talking about, but he nodded kindly, "Yes."

"Huh?" Song Nan, who had no hope at first, was surprised, "You will?"

"Is it incredible that I can ride?" Feng Yue raised his eyebrows, "Isn't the battery car the basis of transportation?"

"Hey," Song Nan smiled, "That's easy, I'm afraid you won't know it."

Huang Dingguo doesn't know how to ride a battery car, so he re-planted cigarettes after he didn't look at his fortune. He used to have a three-wheeler at home, but Huang Dingguo couldn't ride it after he became seriously ill. Song Nan didn't plan to grow any more cigarettes after receiving them, so he sold them second-hand. , Huang Diwen is still young, Huang Dingguo is worried about him riding a battery car, and Song Nan doesn't usually spend much time at home. If there is anything he needs to use, he borrows a ride from the master on the street, so he never buys it.

"You wait here first." Song Nan said to Fengyue, and then walked towards Uncle Zhang's house.

A few minutes later, Song Nan came slowly on a battery car.

"You can ride this one." Song Nan got off the car and patted the back seat, "I'll borrow another one later."

"We have to be back before 11:30." Song Nan went to borrow a car from Master Cheng, and slowly led the way. "Uncle Zhang is going to pick up people at the train station in the town at noon, so he needs a car."

"You still have a train station here?" Feng Yue was quite surprised.

"Yes, why not." Song Nan tilted his head slightly, "The high-speed train was just opened last year."

Feng Yue remembered the faint sense of depression around him when he got out of the taxi that night and saw a few dilapidated signboards in Qiyang Town, and took a wait-and-see attitude towards Song Nan's words.

The weather today is surprisingly good, cloudless, and the sky is blue, but the sun is a little bit brighter. Song Nan stopped the car at the intersection, lifted the hem of his T-shirt and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked Feng who parked the car next to him. Yue, "Go down?"

Feng Yue glanced around the reservoir and nodded, "Take a picture first."

After speaking, I took out my mobile phone, called up the camera, and started to turn right towards the tail of the reservoir, and took a panoramic picture.

Song Nan was not idle when Fengyue was taking pictures. He stood forward slightly, and his eyes moved a little bit from the tail of the reservoir to the right, as if following Fengyue's camera line of sight. The embankments on both sides and Uncle Zhang said That piece of melon, the blue sky reflected on the black water surface, the scenery is rare and good.

Song Nan was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery, and looked back and forth carefully twice to make sure that Liu Hao was not here, nor did he see a translucent shadow like Liu Hao.

Song Nan breathed a sigh of relief, and then his tense expression relaxed.

"Why are you in a daze?" Song Nan was patted on the shoulder, and Song Nan came back to his senses. Feng Yue had already taken a picture and put his phone back in his pocket, looking at him, "I've been calling you for a long time."

"Ah..." Song Nan came back to his senses, and said casually, "Jing'er is quite beautiful."

Looking from top to bottom, the opposite embankment is surrounded by dense forests, except for the two-foot-wide smoke field that has been harvested next to the reservoir. Looking at the blue sky, there is a feeling of being close to mountains and rivers.

"It's even more beautiful after development." Fengyue dropped a sentence and took the lead in walking down.

Song Nan hesitated for two seconds, followed, and Huang Diwen hurriedly followed, and asked Song Nan in a low voice, "Is there... a ghost?"

"No..." Song Nan glanced at him, a little depressed, and replied in a low voice, "You are afraid, you can't see it anyway."

"I'm afraid because I can't see it." Huang Diwen pushed him away with two clicks, "I have to go in the middle, the back is even scarier."

"You are afraid of ghosts in this sunny day." Song Nan followed helplessly.

"I'm afraid of ghosts." Huang Diwen probably forgot to keep his voice down, and said without turning back after taking half a step forward, "Besides, ghosts don't distinguish between sunny and rainy days, even day and night. "

Song Nan raised his foot and kicked his calf, pointed to Fengyue who had walked several meters ahead, and gave Huang Diwen a hard look.

Huang Diwen knew he had made a slip of the tongue, covered his mouth and nodded indiscriminately. After nodding, he lowered his hands and whispered, "Why is Liu Hao afraid of him? I don't think he looks scary at all."

This is also a question that Song Nan is puzzled by. Unfortunately, even Liu Hao himself can't tell the answer to this question, let alone him.

"He won't be a ghost catcher like our father!" Huang Diwen walked forward a few steps, then turned his head abruptly, and said with a determined expression on his face.

Song Nan stretched out his hand and tapped him on the top of his head, "Our father is a fool, how can he catch ghosts, have you ever seen him catch them?"

Huang Diwen was stopped by the question again, scratching his head and looking puzzled.

"Don't think about it." Song Nan put his shoulders on his shoulders and gently pushed forward, "Hurry up and come back early, Uncle Zhang is still waiting for the car."

Feng Yue took a brush and drew a few strokes on the notebook while walking. Song Nan was a little far away, only seeing him writing and drawing on the notebook, but he didn't see clearly what was written and what was drawn.

It's just that he told Huang Diwen not to think too much, but he didn't think too much.

Liu Hao doesn't know why he is afraid of Fengyue. It is a fact, but Fengyue can't live in his house for a long time. When the project is finalized and the construction starts, Fengyue and Pei Guang's company should send more professional people to come. Well, by that time, Liu Hao would come in and out of his house as casually as if he were going back to his own.

Thinking of this, Song Nan couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows. He had to think of a countermeasure before Fengyue finalized the project.

[The author has something to say]: Continue tomorrow, good night~