The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Song Nan ran upstairs in a few steps, directly pushed Huang Diwen's room away, and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find things when he entered the room. It was like a robbery, and Huang Diwen was stunned.

Huang Diwen was sitting on the chair beside the desk, holding in his hand the "talisman" jade wrench that Song Nan gave him. The thread that was originally worn in the middle of the jade wrench was somehow worn out. He took a bath When I was about to take it off, the thing broke by itself.

He was holding the jade wrench finger in one hand and twisting the broken rope with the other hand, planning to tie a knot to deal with it first, and buy a rope to tie it in two days, but this kind of braided rope seems to be only available in places that sell gold and silver jewelry. Bar.

Huang Diwen was thinking about this, when he suddenly saw Song Nan coming in, he pushed him aside, opened the drawer of his desk, and searched for it.

Huang Diwen is the only intellectual in the family, and also Huang Dingguo's only hope, so everything in his room is good, let alone the desk and chair in Song Nan's room, the chairs in front of Huang Diwen's desk are all on wheels massage chair.

The chair was quite heavy, and Song Nan pushed it more than one meter away.

Huang Diwen hurriedly put his hands on the edge of the table to avoid being thrown further away by inertia.

"Brother, what are you looking for?" Huang Diwen saw that he was in a hurry, no matter what kind of rope he was wearing, put the jade finger in his pocket, and got up from the chair, "Let me help you find it."

"Do you still have the Huoxiang Zhengqi Water I bought for you?" Song Nan said as he opened the last drawer, "Fengyue seems to have suffered from heat stroke, and his face is as pale as a ghost."

"Ah?" Huang Diwen became anxious when he heard it, "Yes, yes, there seems to be another one in the schoolbag, I will find it for you."

After Huang Diwen finished speaking, he pulled his schoolbag, searched for a long time but couldn't find it, and finally just dumped all the books and notebooks in it on the bed, and finally found one in the pencil case.

Song Nan took it and ran downstairs. Huang Diwen couldn't care less about cleaning up the pile on the bed, so he hurriedly ran downstairs too.

Feng Yue was still obediently sitting on the chair, and now his face has calmed down a lot.

Song Nan bit off the cap of the bottle with his teeth, and brought the small bottle to Feng Yue's mouth, "Drink it quickly."

Feng Yue subconsciously frowned, Song Nan thought he was afraid of the smell, and hurriedly said, "The smell is a bit unpleasant, but isn't it the same with medicine, if you can't bear it, pinch your nose." He moved his lips together, motioning him to drink quickly, then turned to Huang Diwen and said, "Get some light salt water."

Huang Diwen nodded and entered the kitchen.

Seeing that he didn't plan to drink for a while, Song Nan didn't care about it. He raised his hand to support Feng Yue's chin, and squeezed it with a little more force. Feng Yue opened his mouth, and Song Nan had to pour the medicine into his mouth. .

Fengyue knew that he was not suffering from heatstroke, he couldn't be suffering from heatstroke, his shoulders and even his entire back and back seemed to be pierced back and forth by several thin needles, dense pain spread all over his body in an instant, and it seemed that something was biting his flesh, Cold sweat broke out wave after wave.

Song Nan breathed a sigh of relief seeing him swallow the medicine. He took the light salt water prepared by Huang Diwen and pretended to pour it again. Feng Yue endured the pain and took the bowl. The hand holding the bowl trembled slightly, "I bring it on."

Song Nan gave him both medicine and water out of worry. Although it wasn't the right medicine, Fengyue didn't want to repay his kindness.

"You should be fine after lying down on the chair and resting for a while." Song Nan pulled up a chair and sat aside, handing the empty bowl in his hand to Huang Diwen, "If you still feel uncomfortable in a while, let's see a doctor."

Feng Yue waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

The time this time was a little longer than the last time at the Heishuiwan Reservoir. Feng Yue subconsciously raised his hand and pulled down the collar, exposing half of his shoulders.

He only glanced lightly, then frowned.

Song Nan sat aside and watched him all the time, his eyes swept over his exposed shoulders, he quickly glanced away, and then he turned sideways to block it, and Huang Diwen, who came out after rinsing the bowl, said, "You go upstairs Do your homework."

"I've finished my homework." Huang Diwen said, "Brother Yue still feeling uncomfortable? How about going to see Dr. Luo..."

"Then memorize." Song Nan frowned and stared at him, "How many English words do you know? The reason I spent so much money to send you to a cram school is not for you to read a few blindly, and it will be effective."

Huang Diwen curled his lips and reluctantly went upstairs.

Song Nan heaved a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at Feng Yue who was lying on the chair. His face seemed to be much better, and his lips were not as white as before, but the sweat on his forehead was a little scary.

Song Nan got up and went to the bathroom downstairs to get a dry towel and handed it to him, "Wipe it off, heat stroke is like this, you will be dehydrated, just drink some more light salt water later."

Feng Yue hummed and took the towel to wipe off his sweat, "Thank you."

"Why are you so polite," Song Nan said, "Sometimes you talk...too..." He couldn't find a suitable word for a while, and after thinking for a long time, he continued, "Be more polite."

"Isn't it good to be polite?" Feng Yue tried to divert attention by chatting, so as to ignore the discomfort on his body.

"It's good, but sometimes it feels too polite and unfamiliar." Song Nan said.

"Then I will try not to be so polite to you in the future." Feng Yue said.

Song Nan smiled, "There are few children who grew up in the countryside as polite as you. Look at Zhang He, who is a college student, and there are not many words that are pleasant to say." Song Nan said, "Just In the whole of Qiyang Town, we can't find many people like you."

"Really?" The discomfort on his body gradually subsided, and Fengyue sat up slowly, leaning on the armrest of the recliner.

"Yeah." Song Nan nodded, "We arrived at Qiyang Town in the same car that night when we got off the plane, I don't know if you still have any impressions," Song Nan said with a smile, "At that time I thought, you It must not be from our town, and the temperament is not the same."

Feng Yue put the towel on the armrest of the chair, forced a smile, "Then where do you think I look like?"

"From the city." Song Nan got up and went into the kitchen to get him another bowl of light salt water. "It should be the kind of kid who is educated, who looks like an intellectual and is very polite."

Feng Yue took the bowl, "Scholarly brother?"

"That's right, that's right," Song Nan scratched his head with a smile, "I'm uneducated, that is, I occasionally listen to it on TV, and I can't remember it, but I can get a general idea of ​​what it means."

Feng Yue shook his head, "My family is far from the scholarly disciples."

"Ah?" Song Nan was a little disbelieving that he had lost sight of him, "It can't be."

"Really not." Feng Yue frowned and drank a bowl of light salt water. After putting down the bowl, he stretched his brows, "My... Dad and my grandpa are both from..." He paused here, Seemingly trying to find a word, he said after two seconds, "They are all soldiers, and they are far from the words "Scholarly Brothers."

"A soldier?" Song Nan was surprised, and looked Fengyue up and down a few times, "Then why didn't you go to be a soldier? It's an honor for that family to be soldiers of the people."

Seeing his curious face, Feng Yue felt amused, and lied casually, "I'm not physically fit."

"Ah, yes, you have a cold body." Song Nan nodded and said, "You don't eat much, what do foreign powers do? If you go to the army, you probably won't survive a day."

"You want to say that you are strong on the outside and dry on the inside?" Feng Yue felt that he was completely healed, but because of the sweat, his clothes and pants were sticking to the flesh, and he was a little uncomfortable. He planned to get up and take a shower, and said casually, "Don't you say you are illiterate Well, idioms come out one after another."

"I heard it from the sidelines when my dad forced my younger brother to recite it when I was young," Song Nan took the bowl in his hand, "Let me put it down, you go upstairs and lie down on the bed to rest, it's not too early gone."

Feng Yue was not polite to Song Nan either. He went upstairs to Song Nan's room, took a set of loose clothes from the suitcase, and went into the bathroom.

The design of Song Nan’s bathroom is a bit speechless. The side of the shower is not tiles, but a large piece of green steel plate, like a mirror. People can see themselves inside with a push. It was pretty creepy at the time.

Feng Yue stood under the shower, but he was not in a hurry to boil the water. The green steel plate was not as clear as the mirror, but it was enough for him to see his body clearly.

The red pattern on the waist, abdomen and shoulders was about to become more obvious, and it didn't seem to be fading until now. Feng Yue counted the time in his heart, and then frowned slightly.

Song Nan cleaned up the kitchen, took a shower and went back to Huang Diwen's room. Seeing Huang Diwen lying on the desk copying words, he touched his phone and checked the time, "Okay, it's almost done, let's go to bed early, not tomorrow Do you still have to go to class?"

Huang Diwen stopped writing words as if he had pressed the stop button, and packed the books and notebooks into his schoolbag. Song Nan took his bag and took out his wallet to get him two hundred cash, "Save Spend some time, if you want to eat alone at noon, ask Sister Xiaoai to order a meal for you."

Huang Diwen took the money and put it in his small wallet, "No, I have something to eat."

"Huh?" Song Nan threw the bag back on the table, realizing that he was talking about the leftovers for tonight, "Then you give the food to Sister Xiaoai and let her put it in the refrigerator over there with the academic affairs, Tian'er It’s hot, I put the schoolbag in for a long time, and I think it will be rotten when I take it out.”

"Okay." Huang Diwen nodded in response, "Is sister Xiaoai on good terms with you?"

Song Nan shook his head while wiping his hair, "It's average, not very good."

"Then would she like to cook for me?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Song Nan smiled as if he had thought of something, "Now she wishes you could ask her for help."

Huang Diwen didn't understand, so Song Nan didn't bother to explain to him, and asked him, "What were you doing with the amulet when I came up?"

Speaking of this, Huang Diwen thought about it, and took out the jade ring finger that he had put back in his pocket casually, "I don't know what happened to the rope, it broke, I plan to tie a knot, and I can't tie it for a long time." To Song Nan, "Fortunately, the amulet didn't fall on the ground, otherwise it would be a pity if it broke."

"Don't worry, it's not that easy to break." Song Nan took the rope and threaded it into the finger, and tied a knot casually, "Maybe it's a little short, I guess I'll be busy with food on the construction site these two days, so I'll wait until I'm free." I'll go to the two-dollar store to see if there's a suitable rope for you."

Huang Diwen took it and put it on his head. His head is a bit bigger than ordinary people. The length of the rope is just enough to fit it in. If it is half a centimeter shorter, there will be no room.

"The two-dollar store is too cold," Huang Diwen muttered in a low voice, "It's also jade, jade is a treasure, and the rope from the two-dollar store is too good for it."

"You know what a fart," Song Nan patted him on the head, "What kind of person wears what kind of thing, my life is so hard, maybe it was given to me, and I tied it with a gold chain, I guess it will be clear Son, I'm going to die."

Huang Diwen was startled by his words, and hurriedly hid the jade finger in his T-shirt. Fortunately, the neckline of his T-shirt was quite high. Although the rope was not long, it could be covered by the neckline.

Song Nan put a wet towel on the back of the chair, and said to Huang Diwen, "You go to bed first, I'll go to the next door to see."

"How's Brother Yue?" Huang Diwen then remembered, and asked, "Do you still want to go to Dr. Luo?"

"No need," Song Nan said as he opened the door and walked out, "it should be almost ready."

Because it was his own home and Song Nan's personality, he didn't even think about knocking on the door before he opened it.

When he pushed the door in, Fengyue was standing in front of the full-length mirror with his upper body bare, holding a mobile phone in his left hand as if he was talking on the phone, his eyes were staring straight at the mirror, not knowing what he was looking at, his expression was so focused that even Song Nan pushed the door in. None of them noticed.

Song Nan originally wanted to see how he was doing. Anyway, he was a guest staying at his place, and he had paid for the accommodation plus food, and he would pay him a salary. If something happened to his house, he would Can't tell.

Unexpectedly, Fengyue, a patient who was supposed to rest on the bed, stood naked in front of the mirror admiring her figure!

Really forced the dog!

[The author has something to say]: Correct the typo