The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Of course not, a ghost is more terrifying than eating you when it gets angry, this is what Song Nan personally experienced, but he couldn't find an excuse for Feng Yue to leave the next day, and he froze in place for a while.

Feng Yue went upstairs to get a backpack, and threw the drawing wallet into the backpack. When he came down, Song Nan was still frozen on the edge of the stone table, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was in some kind of predicament.

When Feng Yue passed by him, he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "You have worked hard before and after running these few days, sleep well at night and take a rest."

Song Nan kept thinking in his heart what he should do if Liu Hao came for a while, and he couldn't laugh or cry when he heard Feng Yue's words, how could he still be able to sleep.

"Your lips are peeling." Feng Yue walked half a step forward and suddenly turned back and said, "Drink more water. Put a glass of water on the bedside table before going to bed. Drink it when you are thirsty at night."

Song Nan watched Fengyue leave the courtyard and walked towards the main street, and sat back on the stone bench a little dejectedly, waiting for Liu Hao to come to him to "excuse the teacher".

When Huang Diwen took out the mobile phone that had recorded the exam questions, he saw Song Nan sitting on the stone bench with a dull expression.

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Huang Diwen turned on the music player, and his own voice came out from the receiver of the phone, "I have recorded everything for you except for those who need to look at the pictures to answer the questions. Do you want to listen to it?"

Song Nan shook his head mechanically, and continued to stare blankly.

"What's wrong with you?" Huang Diwen stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes. He glanced at the envelope in his hand and reached out to take it. Song Nan didn't respond. Huang Diwen simply took it over and opened it. Rich!"

Song Nan grabbed the envelope and frowned slightly, "What are you taking?"

"Where did you come from?" Huang Diwen looked around with a happy face, "Where's Brother Yue?"

"Let's go..." Song Nan temporarily put aside Liu Hao's affairs, shook out the cash in the envelope and started counting the envelopes one by one.

"Shall we still make dumplings at night?" Huang Diwen asked in a low voice while staring at Qian.

Usually when Song Nan gets money, he will take him to the street to eat raw fried fish ball soup. Huang Diwen is very good at this, and can eat fifteen raw fried fish at a time.

"No more..." Song Nan said while counting, Huang Diwen's face beamed with joy, and he just said that let's eat raw fried noodles, then Song Nan said, "I'm not in the mood, let's cook noodles tonight."

Huang Diwen: "..."

Song Nan's lack of mood lasted until the noodles were finished, "You can clean the dishes tonight, I'm not in the mood."

Huang Diwen: "..."

Song Nan has been sitting on the chair after eating, without moving for a long time. He has been like this since he left Fengyue. He is waiting, waiting for Liu Hao to come to him.

But it's getting dark right now, Fengyue probably arrived at Pei Guang's house in time, and Liu Hao hasn't shown up yet.

Song Nan was a little flustered while waiting, this feeling of being afraid of Liu Hao's appearance and thinking that he would come sooner or later, so he could just come now was really uncomfortable.

The courtyard door rang, and Song Nan's expression immediately tensed up, his eyes fixed on the closed iron gate.

"Knock Knock-"

It sounded like knocking on the door, Song Nan's whole body stiffened, but he didn't get up from the chair in a daze.

Huang Diwen came out after rinsing the bowl and heard a knock on the door. He turned his head and glanced at the courtyard door before walking away, muttering as he walked, "Who is it at night..."

"Hey!" Song Nan was taken aback, "Don't..."

Before the word "Open" was uttered, Huang Diwen pulled out the latch as soon as he raised his hand.

Song Nan kept his mouth half open and didn't dare to move, his eyes closed tightly when the door was pulled open from the outside.

"Is your brother at home?"

Song Nan opened his eyes when he heard the voice. It was already dark and the lights in the yard were a little dim, but he could still see the side face of the man standing at the door.

"Zhang He?" Song Nan stood up from his chair in doubt, and called out uncertainly.

"Hey, where are you?" Zhang He pushed open the door and walked in, "I want to chat with you for a while."

When Song Nan heard Zhang He's voice, he realized that he was thinking too much. The last time Liu Hao came to his house, he came in through the door. How could he knock on the door!

I was so scared that I forgot such an important detail.

Song Nan invited him into the house, and went to the refrigerator to get a can of Coke, "I heard that Uncle Zhang said you were coming back."

"It's been a few days," Zhang He took a sip of the Coke and sat down on another chair. "I think you've been busy these days, so I didn't come to see you."

Although Song Nan and Zhang He's family are neighbors and have a good relationship with Uncle Zhang, they don't know Zhang He very well.

Zhang He is three years older than Song Nan. Song Nan has never been to school since he was a child, and he was picked up by Huang Dingguo from outside. When he was not very sensible, he followed Zhang He's tail for two years. Naturally, the junior high school looked down on this silly boy who had never studied, even if he was a neighbor, he seldom played together anymore.

So what Zhang He said was just superficially polite, and Song Nan knew that in his heart, he actually looked down on him as an illiterate.

"What do you want from me?" Song Nan also opened a can of Coke, picked up a chair and sat down opposite Zhang He.

Zhang He squeezed Coke's hand tightly, and looked a little nervous, "My dad said that Liu Hao is dead."

Song Nan's eyebrows twitched. Zhang He's question surprised him, but he only reacted after being surprised for a second.

The Zhang Henian Middle School was different from the present one. At that time, Qiyang Middle School actually implemented a dormitory system for all students to strictly manage students. No matter how far or near, all students had to live on campus. Song Nan would occasionally see Zhang He and his classmates on weekends. When they came back together by bus, only a few of his classmates lived in Heishuiwan.

Thinking about it, Liu Hao should be one of Zhang He's middle school classmates.

"En." Song Nan replied, waiting for his next words.

"Do you know your father's skills?" Zhang He suddenly moved forward and asked calmly, "Can you help me figure out how he died?"

It was already dark when Fengyue arrived at Xifeng Mountain Villa. Aunt Li opened the switch and led him into the house. The two servants were cleaning up the leftovers on the table, but they didn't see Pei Guang.

"The young master went upstairs after dinner." Aunt Li asked Fengyue to sit down on the sofa in the living room, and poured him another glass of water. "Sit down for a while, and I'll ask the young master to come down."

"There is no need to be polite," Feng Yue took a sip of the water glass and put it down, got up and said, "You go, I will go up and find him myself."

As soon as he walked to the door of the study, Pei Guang's somewhat irritable voice came from the half-open door, and the voice was not suppressed. It sounded like he was talking to someone. Feng Yue stood in front of the door for about a minute and didn't listen. I heard another person's voice, presumably on the phone.

Knocking twice on the door with curved fingers, Feng Yue pushed the door and walked in. He saw Pei Guang resting his feet on the desk, facing the computer screen, with an impatient expression on his face. He turned his head to the door after hearing the sound. Looked over at the door, then nodded and said to the computer, "I have no business acumen. I have said that I have not created a egg after so many years of starting a business. It is not a day or two that you look down on me. Today, this matter should be taken as a matter of fact." I haven't mentioned it, so you can pretend that you haven't heard of it..."

Feng Yue sat down on the imperial concubine's couch a few steps away from the desk, and on the short table in front of him was a purple sand tea set, which Pei Guang asked Mrs. Li to dig out of the warehouse when he came last time.

Feng Yue boiled the water and scalded the cups and pots one by one. According to the memory of last time, he found Baochaye and came out. When the water was boiled for the second time, he heard Pei Guang say to the computer, "You should rest earlier."

Feng Yue poured tea into the filter pot, gently twisted the handle and poured himself a cup. Seeing Pei Guang walking towards this side, he took another cup and poured him a cup.

"Your father?" Feng Yue pushed the teacup in front of Pei Guang and asked.

"Otherwise, who else is there?" Pei Guang was probably so angry that he lost even the most basic sense of reason, he just grabbed the cup and drank it up in one gulp. flick.

In the next second, Pei Guang dropped the cup in his hand to the ground, covered his mouth with his other hand, and knit his brows together, "Fuck, it's scalding to death..."

Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground, and there was no sound when the cup fell down. Feng Yue sighed helplessly, picked up the cup and put it on the tea tray, scalded it with boiling water, turned it over and covered it on the tea tray, and took it again He took a clean one and poured him a glass.

"Don't drink anymore," Pei Guang waved his hand, "Even a glass of water is too much for me."

"Are you being scolded again?" Feng Yue is good at simple and clear to the point.

"Am I that bad?" Pei Guang leaned back on the couch helplessly, "Every time I make a phone call, I have to quarrel. The central idea is always that I'm incompetent, I can't handle the big responsibility, I can't, I'm incompetent..."

"So, you are eager to make achievements," Feng Yue still pushed the teacup in front of him, poured himself another cup, and drank it slowly, "I just want your father to recognize you."

"I don't want to be told all the time that I'm not good enough..." Pei Guang spread his hands, "You can't understand if you say too much. Speaking of which, your father is different from mine. Your father never asked you for anything, and I Dad..." He sighed a long time at this point, and took a sip from the teacup, "I always feel like I picked it up."

"You hurt their hearts too much by saying this." Feng Yue said, "I heard from your grandfather that you were born with nine pounds and four ounces, and your mother almost died of dystocia in October, and it was hard to get back the receipt. I ordered you to say that you picked it up, you really have no conscience."

"Hey," Pei Guang knocked his teacup, "Are you scolding me along the pole with my dad?"

"Your pressure comes from yourself. You always feel that your father puts too much pressure on you, and his expectations make you breathless," Feng Yue said. I can't let go of my children, only when I become strong can my parents feel at ease, you said my father didn't ask for anything from me, but in fact, all parents are the same, how do you know that he didn't expect anything from me?"

Pei Guang was a little surprised. Fengyue visited Xifeng Villa for the first time when he was 20 years old. He spoke and acted like a young but experienced person. His father praised him for a while and often took Comparing himself with him, although Pei Guang felt uncomfortable, he really admired this person who was several years younger than him.

[The author has something to say]: Recommend the articles of friends, those who like to read the end of the world can go to collect a wave, the day is more stable, save a lot of manuscripts~

Introduction to the canonical version:

The outbreak of an unknown virus has shaken the whole world. Because there is no vaccine that can resist it, the epidemic has spread to all parts of the world in a short period of time. In the crisis, people show their despicable animal nature. When the fence of law and morality is destroyed by the storm, a group of heroes The human beings stood up with blood.

"We stand by justice and the law and look forward to tomorrow."

The sword is the servant of justice. ——(British) E. Spencer

When people suddenly recover from helplessness, they will raise their chests, take up arms, and swear to the death to protect their homeland.

Introduction to the unofficial version:

Lin Bei always thought that Song Zhizhen was an upright person, until he was kidnapped into bed. This upright person not only liked to squeeze a few catties of flesh on his body, but also liked to say that he touched and kissed him inadvertently.

The quality of Lin Bei's sleep took a turn for the worse after being with Song Zhizhen. After he was kissed [-] times, he finally couldn't help resisting. He grabbed Song Zhizhen's shoulder and pressed his mouth hard.

Then he frowned in surprise, and couldn't help but take another mouthful, which actually... had a very good taste.

Retired soldiers are cool and domineering gangsters attack* working students are kind and passionate, grow up and suffer