The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"How much?" Zhang He said while taking a wallet out of his pocket, and pulled out a piece of Grandpa Mao, "I heard that your father didn't mark the price for palm reading or anything before, and he gave as much as he wanted. , I'll give you one hundred, is that enough?"

Song Nan glanced at the 100 yuan in his hand, squinted his eyes, "It's my dad who didn't mark the price, but I did."

"How much do you want?" Zhang He asked.

"The number given by Liu Bingcai." Song Nan said and waved two fingers in front of his eyes, "However, let me explain in advance that it is one thing to get it right, and another thing to make it work. "Song Nan paused for two seconds at this point, and then said again when Zhang He couldn't wait any longer, "Didn't you always look down on my dad's business? It's said that sincerity leads to success, it's useless for me to do it for you." alley."

"I'm sincere." Zhang He took out another hundred yuan from his wallet and laid it flat with the previous one. "Two hundred, here you are."

Song Nan stared at the money for a while, "I have a question, you have to answer it truthfully."

Zhang He pursed his lips, "What?"

"Did you dream about Liu Hao last night?" Song Nan stared at his face and asked word by word.

Zhang He's expression changed, he hesitated and nodded.

"You have something to do with Liu Hao's death?" Song Nan asked again.

"No!" Zhang He quickly shook his head with a blank face, denying, "I only found out after hearing what my dad said when I got home. How could it be...it might have something to do with me!"

This was similar to Song Nan's guess, but Zhang He was obviously frightened. Why did he care so much about Liu Hao's death?Just because I dreamed about him?

"It has nothing to do with you, what are you afraid of?" Song Nan took the money one by one, and touched Grandpa Mao's collar with his fingertips.

"I..." Zhang He paused, and lowered his head, "Before college, I played well with Liu Hao, but when he suddenly disappeared, I felt sad and... also afraid, afraid that he would be lonely and wanted to find a playmate. "

This reason is quite plausible. In the past, there were people from the nearby town. The playmate of the child in the family had a broken waist. The old man in the family was afraid that his grandson would be haunted by the dead child, so he came to Huang Ding to exorcise the evil spirits. The old man thought about the same.

Song Nan returned a piece of Grandpa Mao back, "For Uncle Zhang's sake, I'll give you a half discount," Song Nan said as he walked into the house, "But I still say that, it may not work. .”

Zhang He's body stiffened while sitting on the stone bench, but he still nodded.

After Huang Dingguo left, Song Nan basically burned all his things. In the attic, there was only a stone statue of Guanyin and a few pieces of red cloth and yellow paper, all of which were brand new and unused. Song Nan pushed open the door of the attic, Just happened to run into Fengyue who came out with a laptop.

"Here, the contract," Song Nan handed him the contract in his hand, "Uncle Zhang signed it, and just delivered it, so I took it for you because I was afraid of disturbing you."

"Thank you." Feng Yue took it over, and glanced into the half-open attic door, "This room is quite secret."

"Attic," Song Nan said as he opened the door and walked in. "My dad only uses it. My brother and I didn't even come to the door when he was still here."

This remark stunned Feng Yue, who raised his foot to follow in, turned his toes and walked to the living room on the second floor, "Then I won't bother you."

When Song Nan did this kind of thing, he didn't want others to watch him, as it would affect his performance. He didn't know a few big characters, and it was a test of Huang Dingguo's talisman.

When the two talismans were taken down, Zhang He was still sitting on the stone bench in a daze, and Feng Yue was holding a laptop computer and collapsed on the bamboo recliner. Song Nan glanced at him as he walked by, and found that Si Si was actually watching a movie.

Song Nan looked curious, "...Where did you get the internet?"

Feng Yue didn't raise his head, "Hot spot."

Song Nan twitched the corner of his mouth, scolded a damn rich man in his heart, walked towards Zhang He, and handed him the two talismans in his hand, "One is burned at home, and the other is made into a safe talisman and hung around the neck. Uncle Zhang knows."

"Thank you." Zhang He took the talisman, thanked him and left.

Song Nan looked at his back as he walked out, recalled Liu Hao's words last night, frowned and chased him two steps forward to stop him, "You...you should pay attention to your own safety."

Zhang He glanced at him in surprise, Song Nan was a little embarrassed by him, glanced at the talisman in his hand and put on an inscrutable look, "Trust me, I can't be wrong."

Zhang He nodded, thanked him again, and left. Song Nan stood at the gate of the courtyard, looked around, and closed the gate after making sure he didn't see Liu Hao again.

Turning around to meet Feng Yue who was looking up at him, Song Nan raised his eyelids suspiciously.

"Your brother has to go to class tomorrow, right?" Feng Yue looked back and sat up from the recliner and asked.

"Well," Song Nan nodded, "I have to send him off tomorrow morning, you can figure out what to do for breakfast yourself, there is our second sister's stewed noodles at the street corner, the taste is not bad, you can try it."

Feng Yue nodded to show that he knew. Seeing Song Nan standing aside for a long time, he looked up at him, "Together?"

"Yes." Song Nan moved a chair over, just sat down and went into the room to take out the folding table that Huang Diwen used to do his homework before, and signaled Feng Yue to put the computer on the table.

"Where's my brother?" After watching for a while, Song Nan remembered that he hadn't seen Huang Diwen since he woke up.

"Working hard." Feng Yue pointed to the upstairs, "writing papers."

"I don't know if it's right or wrong after I write it, why don't I read it together." Song Nan said and got up to call him.

"I know." Feng Yue said.

"Ok?"

"I'll approve it for him." Feng Yue said, "Your brother is very hardworking."

Song Nan sat down again, sighed and said, "Working hard is useless, the brain is inherently slower than others, and you can't teach it."

Feng Yue glanced at him, and Song Nan continued to sigh, "His mother was 41 when she was pregnant with him, and she received a lot of birth-inducing injections during childbirth. Anyway, when you are born, you are slower than others in everything you do, and learning things is also easy." It's very slow, the mother probably thinks he's a fool so she doesn't want him."

"Stupid birds fly first," Feng Yue turned his eyes back to the screen, "As long as you work hard, there will be miracles."

"Miracle is like a shooting star." Song Nan tutted and fell back on the chair, "I've heard it many times, but I never saw it with my own eyes. It's all lies to deceive people. .”

Although Song Nan's words were somewhat pessimistic, they were not completely unreasonable. Miracles are nothing more than a person's belief. When this belief no longer exists, the word miracle itself will appear particularly absurd.

Just like him, what he has always expected is nothing more than a fantasy wrapped in the cloak of belief. He has missed it for so many years, how can it be possible only with a firm heart?

"I've seen shooting stars." Feng Yue said suddenly after a while.

"Huh?" Song Nan thought that this topic was over, and his thoughts followed the movie for a few minutes, and suddenly he heard Feng Yue's words, which were a bit out of line.

"Meteor," Feng Yue raised his hand and gestured towards the sky, "It disappeared after a while, but it really exists."

"Does it look good?" Song Nan asked curiously after realizing what he said.

"It's beautiful." Feng Yue said, "Although a person's life is only a few decades, you will definitely see it if you have the opportunity."

"Ah." Song Nan nodded.

"So, you should trust your brother," Feng Yue said, "He may be a little clumsy compared to ordinary students, but you can't make a conclusion about his whole life just because of this."

Song Nan was stunned for two seconds before realizing that this man was using meteors as a metaphor for his younger brother, and immediately smiled, "Do you cultural people like to beat around the bush like this?"

"Yes," Feng Yue nodded, "We cultural people are all like this."

Song Nan clicked his tongue and fixed his gaze on the computer screen again, and then he didn't make another sound.

Because of Fengyue's presence, Song Nan fell asleep early, and this sleep was so comfortable that Song Nan didn't have the energy to get up when he was woken up by the alarm clock.

He patted Huang Diwen, who was sleeping soundly beside him, and left the bedroom first. When he was about to open his bedroom door at the corner, he paused, raised his hand and tapped on the door twice.

There was no response from inside the door, Song Nan listened with his ears, is he still sleeping?

"I'm coming in?" Song Nan yelled and waited for two seconds before turning the doorknob to go in, only to find that the towels on the bed were folded well and Feng Yue was not there.

If it wasn't for knowing that Fengyue was at his house when he was sleeping last night, Song Nan would have thought that no one was in the house last night.

Song Nan took a T-shirt and casual shorts from the closet and put them on. When he went downstairs with the dirty clothes, he saw Feng Yue standing in the yard at the door.

It was very bright outside, and Fengyue, who was dressed in white, looked particularly eye-catching standing in the yard.

"Did you stay up all night or did you just wake up?" Song Nan threw the dirty clothes into the washing machine and leaned against the door to stretch.

"Just got up." Feng Yue looked up at the sky, "It's only after five o'clock, you got up so early?"

"I have to take my brother to your school in a while, just to catch the six o'clock bus." Song Nan yawned again, and turned to go to the bathroom. "Hey, where are your changed clothes? Throw them in the washing machine and wash them together."

Feng Yue waved his hand, "No need," he added, "I'll see you off."

"Huh?" Song Nan paused as he walked in, remembering Fengyue said yesterday that he drove Pei Guang's car, so he nodded, "Excuse me, I'll treat you to breakfast later, as a thank you. "

Song Nan did what he said, and took Fengyue to eat his second sister's stewed noodles. Huang Diwen hadn't been here for a long time, so he ate a large bowl and two pot stickers.

"You eat so little." Song Nan glanced at Fengyue when he checked out, "How did you eat so little?"

Feng Yue looked down at himself, and said with a smile, "Natural."

Song Nan twitched the corners of his mouth, really shameless.

"Don't you know how to drive?" Song Nan originally wanted to sit in the back with Huang Diwen, but after hesitating for a while, he sat in the passenger seat. It's not appropriate for someone to treat someone like a driver with good intentions.

"Who told you I won't?" Fengyue started the car, pointing to him and then to Huang Diwen in the back row, "seat belt."

Song Nan pulled on his seat belt, "You even have a car..."

You don’t even have a car, I thought you wouldn’t know how to drive, half of what you said was stuck in the throat by Boy Song, that’s right, someone who just plans to expand a resort in the countryside, wouldn’t even have a car He can't even drive, he can still drive even though he doesn't know a few big characters, although he doesn't have a driver's license yet.

"I don't like driving," Feng Yue probably knew what he was going to say, and said indifferently, "I didn't expect to use it often before I started this project with Pei Guang, so I never bought it."

"Then you still drive?" Song Nan glanced at him, remembering that he said to see them off earlier in the morning, he hurriedly said, "I'd better take the bus with my brother."

"The next shift will be in half an hour," Feng Yue said, "it's okay, it's okay to open once in a while, it just happens that Venus officially starts school today, so I'll go see it too."

It was only then that Song Nan remembered that Fengyue was not only rich to develop a resort, but also one of the bosses of Venus.

"By the way," Song Nan said embarrassingly, "I'm sorry about what happened to your girlfriend last time. My behavior was also a little inappropriate that day. You apologized for me on her behalf. I... hey, anyway I didn't act right that day, sorry."

Feng Yue was startled when he heard that, and turned his head in confusion, "Girlfriend? What girlfriend?"

"Ah?" Song Nan was taken aback by his question, "Well, Teacher Su Kesu."

"Who told you that she is my girlfriend?" Feng Yue laughed.

"She herself." Song Nan stared, "Isn't it?"

Feng Yue shook his head, "No, we are not in that kind of relationship."

"Then she..." Song Nan suddenly stopped, seeing Feng Yue's meaning, that woman Su Ke was wishful thinking?

Tsk tsk tsk, Song Nan clicked his tongue, "Did I... say something wrong?"

"No..." Feng Yue gave him a funny look, "It's a long story, but Su Ke is indeed not my girlfriend, so don't talk nonsense, it's not good for her."

Song Nanxin said, Su Ke herself exposed these words, she was extremely arrogant when she said it, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Recalling that time, he was in a hurry to find Fengyue, but Su Ke unilaterally hung up the phone and got angry. If he hadn't followed the address to find Venus, Fengyue was also there that day, and it would have been a long time to find his father's ashes. It has to be postponed, if he has never met Fengyue, maybe it will be because she can't be found.

Thinking of this Song Nan, he was a little angry, and said twice, "Then her behavior is too annoying."

"Huh?" Feng Yue looked over in confusion.

"It's nothing." Song Nan waved his hand, "Just pretend I didn't say the apology just now."

Fengyue: "..."