The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

Fengyue's expression was very focused, as if he didn't care about the sunlight covering his back.

Song Nan didn't believe it, not because he didn't believe him.

It has been several days since the first seven days, but the person who should have been buried in the ground has not taken the last step, because of self-blame and annoyance, since the day his luggage was lost, his heart has not been settled. Don't dare to be so casual anymore.

He has only one purpose today, even if he can't see Fengyue here, he has to call the police and get his luggage back today.

"I'll go with you." Song Nan said without hesitation.

Fengyue's expression didn't change, he seemed to have seen through Song Nan's thoughts, raised his hand to hail a taxi, got into the co-pilot first, waited for Song Nan to close the door and told the driver the name of the hotel.

"Hey, what about the big hotel." The driver glanced at him sideways, and his tone was a little unclear whether it was a mockery or a compliment.

Feng Yue looked ahead and said vaguely, "It's not very big."

driver:"……"

Song Nan: "..."

This is the first time I see someone who can pretend more than me, Song Nan thought disdainfully.

When Song Nan saw the suitcase he bought for more than 2000 yuan in Fengyue's suite, the four words "tears filled with tears" flashed from right to left in the form of bullet screens in different colors and fonts. .

While hurriedly dialing the combination lock of the suitcase, he thought triumphantly, at this moment, I can actually think of such an appropriate idiom. I am simply a genius at learning, and it is a big loss that the old man didn't send me to study.

"I didn't touch your things." Seeing him in a hurry, Feng Yue couldn't help but said, "I haven't opened the suitcase." After speaking, he seemed to be afraid that Song Nan would not believe him, and added, "I don't even have the password. Know."

Song Nan paused when he opened the suitcase, then turned his head and glanced at Fengyue, and said to himself that I don't know your password, so I opened it.

Feng Yue shrugged and sat down on the low couch beside him, took out his mobile phone and tapped twice, Song Nan turned his face and counted his things, but there was nothing to count, except a pile of junk food and a backpack.

The urn was still in the backpack, Song Nan sat on the ground and heaved a sigh of relief.

Feng Yue didn't bother him, and stared at the phone screen very seriously, occasionally swiping his thumb on the screen.

After a long time, there was a small whisper, "Thank you."

Feng Yue felt that there was nothing to thank for this matter, but he still replied "You're welcome".

"I'll bring your stuff to you tomorrow," Song Nan closed the suitcase and said, "But it doesn't have to be tomorrow, it might be the day after tomorrow. I have to go back and watch the next issue, maybe..."

"No rush." ​​Feng Yue said as he took out a pen and a notebook from the side drawer, tore off the page after writing a few times, "I called this phone when I came here, I may not still live here."

Song Nan took the page and glanced at it, feeling a little dazed.

Feng Yue was about to close his pen, when he saw him staring at him in pain, he raised his eyebrows in confusion, "What?"

Song Nan put the paper back on the table, pointed to the eleven complicated Chinese characters on it, "Are you playing with me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry." Feng Yue apologetically crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can at his feet, and touched the notebook again, "I'm used to it, I haven't..."

"Forget it," Song Nan waved his hand and took out his phone, "Stop writing, just read it, I'll write it down on the phone."

"Uh..." Feng Yue felt that he was rejected, and a little embarrassment appeared on his face, "Okay."

"My name is Song Nan." Song Nan usually saved his number and said, "The Song in history was a man's man."

"Oh..." Feng Yue wanted to laugh a little, but he held back.

After Song Nan saved the number, he took his own things and left. When he went out, he took two steps back, and Feng Yue looked at him puzzled.

"Although it's a bit embarrassing, I still have to tell you, I'm sorry." Song Nan touched the tip of his nose and turned his face away, "I'm sorry for looking through the things in your suitcase without permission, and I don't want to say any other reasons. Talking too much is a fucking excuse, well, that's it."

Feng Yue didn't expect that such a person could apologize to others in such a serious manner, and it sounded like that.

Before Fengyue could say "I don't want to pass it", Song Nan had already flashed into the elevator with his suitcase in a gust of wind.

……

Cool!

So many goodies!

I don't even know them!

Huang Diwen seemed very happy. He held up his mobile phone and looked at the huge pile of food and went shopping. While taking pictures, he introduced to Song Nan, "This seafood porridge! It's from Korea! The food anchor I often watch can eat it in one sitting. Fifteen bowls!"

"Is this the only food you can see?" Song Nan frowned impatiently as he sat on the bamboo chair and flipped through an almanac he took from the attic above that was hung with red cloth.

"I……"

"What else can you do besides eating?" Song Nan threw Huang Li and pointed at him, "Finally, your father's ashes have been found and can be buried for him, so that he can be buried in peace... What do you know?" Is it safe to be buried in the ground, you stupid pig who only knows how to eat? My mother almost thought I couldn’t get it back, do you know what it means if I can’t get it back? You don’t know, you only know how to eat!”

Huang Diwen was pointed at his nose and scolded. He stood there awkwardly and at a loss. He dropped his phone and didn't dare to bend down to pick it up.

"Do you have a little bit of filial piety?" Song Nan angrily picked up the yellow calendar that he had thrown away, turned it over twice, and threw it on the table again, "It's your own father who died, I don't beg you to cry Dad calls mother, but do you think it’s reasonable to have such a playful smile all day long? You’re almost fifteen, not five. A five-year-old child knows his mother is dead. Dad has to howl twice. Let's sleep happily..."

Huang Diwen had never seen Song Nan get angry with him like this before, even if he was at others, he had never seen him before, usually he just went up and beat him up.

But those words were more difficult for him than the fists on his body.

Ever since he was a child, he was most afraid of being pointed at his nose and scolded him like this. He was also called a "stupid pig" by children of the same age who pointed at his forehead, and he was also pointed at his nose by his teacher who hated iron and steel and said, "Niujiao is not good enough to teach three times." If you know how to turn, you are not as good as a cow." Such words.

Although most of the time, he didn't care much about it, but being pointed at and scolded so badly by Song Nan made him a little panicked.

Dad is gone, he only has this brother, if even Song Nan thinks he is stupid, what will he do in the future?

The surroundings were as calm as after a tsunami, except for the sound of his exasperated breathing and Huang Diwen's soft sobs as he held back his tears with his head bowed, there was nothing else.

Song Nan didn't know what was wrong with him, suddenly, inexplicably, he wanted to get angry.

Maybe it's because I've been too depressed in my heart for the past two days. After I found my father's ashes, after the hanging heart finally fell to the ground, the backlog of anxiety was triggered by Huang Diwen's heartlessness. fuse.

unstoppable.

"I..." Song Nan raised his hand, and when he was about to touch Huang Diwen's head, he turned his head away.

Huang Diwen's big eyes were bright and bright, as if they were covered with dew, staring at Song Nan with some fear, aggrieved and guarded, which made his heart soften, and almost scolded himself for not being a thing.

After Huang Dingguo left, the two of them could only rely on each other for life, but because of his guilt, he vented his anger on the only relative.

It really shouldn't be.

"I'm sorry..." Song Nan raised his hand and squeezed his arm, Huang Diwen's shoulders also shook, but he didn't dodge again, "Brother was wrong just now, you said some nonsense, you..." Looking at the pile of food on the floor, Song Nan sighed inwardly, "Is it okay to eat dumplings at night? Shepherd's purse stuffing?"

"Celly...celery..." Huang Diwen twitched and hiccupped, "Beef!"

"Row!"

Song Nan studied the almanac for a long time, and the days were not very good, so he finally set the time of burial on May 21 of the lunar calendar, which is the day after tomorrow, which coincides with the summer solstice.

Song Nan called Huang Diwen's class teacher to ask for a day off, this time he was very straightforward, he didn't ask any questions and asked them to pay attention to their health, Song Nan was a little confused when he hung up the phone.

The cemetery, including the inscriptions, were pre-purchased by Huang Dingguo himself when he was still alive. Although the old man had a bad temper, he had his own way of doing things and never let people deal with the aftermath.It was the same this time, and did not leave any "trouble" for Huang Diwen and him.

"It always feels empty here." Huang Diwen kneeled in front of the newly erected stele and kowtowed three times, then nodded his heart sideways and said to Song Nan.

Song Nan also felt the same way. Ever since he found Huang Dingguo's cooled body early that morning, his area had been empty.

Seeing that Song Nan didn't make a sound, Huang Diwen thought he didn't believe it, and said anxiously, "I'm sad too...Really, I...I just, just...can't cry."

There is a saying that when you are sad to a certain extent, there are no tears.

Song Nan doesn't know if he heard it from someone who picked up the head or from the hypocritical protagonists in the TV series. Anyway, it's impossible for him to watch it there, but this is what Huang Diwen wants to express In terms of meaning, it is exactly appropriate.

Song Nan suddenly felt that what he said that day was indeed too harsh. Maybe it was because he had given too many birth-inducing injections. This younger brother's brain has been slow since he was born, and he did everything slowly. Often, others are discussing the next topic. After thinking about the previous one, as I got older, this improved a little bit.

He doesn't know the cold or the heat, and he is not too close to anyone. Sometimes it gives people the illusion of being heartless, but he has something to say with his elder brother who brought him up since he was a child.

"I know." Song Nan reached out and rubbed the top of his head, pulling him up from the stone floor.

"Dad, don't worry, I will strive to send our family's Wenquxing to the number one spot." Song Nan took out a small bottle of liquor from his bag, twisted the lid and sprinkled half of it on the ground, then put the remaining half on the ground. In front of the tomb, "You take care of yourself down here, and if you need anything, give me and my little brother a dream..." He paused here, and then continued, "It's time to spend, money is indispensable, don't save too much gone."

[The author has something to say]: Modify the format without affecting the plot