The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"It's also possible that I've always been more reliable than you." Feng Yue lightly touched his glass wine glass with a white porcelain teacup, making a crisp sound.

"That's true." Pei Guang didn't refute, and looked him sideways, "I haven't seen you for a few years, you really haven't changed at all."

"Ok?"

"When I was 20, I looked like a little old man. At 26, I'm still the same."

"Attitude does not reflect a person's age, but appearance does." Feng Yue glanced at him, "At least six years ago, you didn't have forehead lines."

"—Damn—" Pei Guang wiped his face speechlessly, and changed the topic that was not beneficial to him, "Why do you want to go back to China?"

"I had a dream." Feng Yue turned the wall of the cup, poured the filter dust from the bottom of the cup into the empty cup next to it, and poured himself another cup from the filter cup.

"Dream?" Pei Guang came a little interested, and teased, "Could it be a spring∣dream?"

Fengyue ignored his teasing, and tapped somewhere in the file twice with his fingertips, "Qiyang Town."

"Uh..." Pei Guang twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's not funny at all."

Feng Yue didn't care about Pei Guang's reaction, but in fact, this was the fact that he suddenly gave up everything at hand and came back in a hurry.

In the dream, the afterimage that didn't want to look back finally disappeared behind the archway with the words "Qiyang Town" written vaguely.

A strange discomfort came from the back of the shoulder, and there was endless stinging pain interspersed with the faint burning heat. Feng Yue, who had never felt pain for many years, suddenly tightened his eyebrows, and his five fingers holding the white porcelain teacup suddenly tightened, With a soft bang, the porcelain cup shattered between five fingers.

The bright red blood slowly slipped from between the fingers, one drop, two drops, three drops... and fell soundlessly into the light gray wool carpet.

"I'll wipe!" Pei Guang was startled, he almost lost his grip on the wine glass in his hand, he hurriedly set aside the wine glass and rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find things, after searching two drawers, he realized that he didn't know what he was looking for, and then he dragged He yelled Mrs. Li downstairs, walked quickly to Fengyue, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"It's okay." The scorching tingling sensation on his body has faded, Feng Yue took a deep breath, and shook off the blood on his hands like a normal person, "I'll try the quality of your porcelain cup."

Pei Guang glanced at him speechlessly.

Feng Yue twitched the corner of his mouth, "Obviously, it's not very good."

"Are you still in the mood to joke?" Pei Guang had no choice but to take out a few tissues on the table, because he couldn't see where the wound was, and he didn't dare to step forward to stop the bleeding, so he had to pass the tissue over, "Does it not hurt?"

Feng Yue shook his head, "I don't feel it at all."

Pei Guang glanced at him with the eyes of "you can brag as much as you want, I'll lose if you believe me", and then shouted something about Mrs. Li downstairs.

The fragments of the porcelain cup did not get stuck into the flesh. Feng Yue crumpled the paper towel and held it in his hand. The blood poured out when the porcelain cup just cut the wound, which was scary. In fact, when Pei Guang handed him the paper towel It had already stopped, but Pei Guang cared too much, maybe he didn't notice it at all.

"It's a pity that this is a good wool carpet." Feng Yue looked down at the carpet stained with his own blood, and his tone was full of pity.

"Remember to buy it to pay for it." Pei Guang pointed to Fengyue's hand to the sister Li who came in a hurry, and motioned her to look for a medicine box, then turned to Fengyue and said, "Anyway, you are not short of money."

"Do you know how precious my blood is?" Feng Yue refused Mrs. Li's offer to help clean the wound, took the medicine box from her and walked straight to the bathroom.

"Rh-negative panda blood..." Pei Guang had just followed a few steps before being forced back two steps by the sudden closing of the bathroom door, "Is it?"

"I haven't seen you for a few years and you've been calling her mother enthusiastically?" Feng Yue teased from the bathroom, "Don't be so polite, I don't like this name too much."

"Screw you, uncle." Pei Guang twisted the door lock and found that it couldn't be unlocked. He said speechlessly, "Why do you lock the door when you treat a wound? Can you do it?"

"I'm afraid you will be convinced by my magical technique, let me be your family doctor in the future." Feng Yue put the medicine box on the washstand, raised his hand and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a large piece of strong shoulders.

The burning and tingling sensation was gone, but that feeling seemed to be branded on the skin.

His fingertips slid across his shoulders, dark red stripes slowly appeared, and his eyes fell from his shoulders to the mirror in front of him. The man in the mirror was pulling his half-open skirt with one hand, and there was nothing on his shoulders, as if the smear of red just now was nothing but is hallucination.

Feng Yue frowned slightly, and put on his shirt. The wound on his left hand that was scratched by the porcelain cup was gone. He raised his hand in front of the mirror, his five fingers were long and strong, and he didn't see the horrible look that was covered in blood five minutes ago.

Turn on the faucet, wash your hands, and dry the water stains with a clean towel.Feng Yue opened the medicine box on the washstand, dipped cotton in tweezers with alcohol, and began to slowly wipe his left hand.

After applying iodophor again, take out Yunnan Baiyao powder and sprinkle it on, then wrap it with a bandage twice.

Feng Yue raised his hand and looked at the masterpiece he had bandaged. He was quite satisfied, put away the medicine box and opened the bathroom door.

"Wrapped?" Pei Guang waited outside, his eyes glanced at his left hand that was beating beside him, "You made it yourself?"

"No." Feng Yue handed the medicine box to Mrs. Li and thanked, "There is a pretty ghost in your bathroom, she helped me pack it."

"Tch." Pei Guang rolled his eyes, a little contemptuous of this kind of mindless joke, and then stared at his hand for a few more times, "But your technique looks quite professional, not to mention that you learned it when you were in college. Nursing?"

"No." Feng Yue said, "I learned it a long time ago."

Pei Guang was not interested in whether he had really studied nursing, "You said you found a job?"

"Well," Feng Yue walked to the sofa and sat down, the carpet had been replaced by Mrs. Li, "High school teacher."

"Isn't your master's degree in history?" Pei Guang asked puzzled, "I thought you were going to go to archaeology."

"I studied at a normal school for undergraduate studies." Feng Yue said.

"Then you are really overqualified." Pei Guang sat down opposite him, "I'm planning to go on a field trip in two days, so come with me." After finishing speaking, he added, "Are you free? Or Looking for a weekend?"

"Yes." Feng Yue said, "I will officially go to work on September [-]st."

"Then don't these two months belong to me?" Pei Guang hurriedly changed his words after finishing speaking, "Our project!"

"Let's talk about it after the inspection." Feng Yue said, "After all, it is extremely difficult for a dreamer like you to really do something practical."

Pei Guang didn't care about his taunt, "Have you found the person you're looking for?"

Feng Yue's expression froze, and he shook his head.

"There is no exact location or anything? Just looking around like this? The world is so big, and if you are looking for a needle in a haystack like you, it may take you a lifetime to find it." Pei Guang didn't quite understand, "Really Isn't it the beauty who came to your apartment to look for you in your sophomore year?"

The beauty Pei Guang mentioned was Su Ke. Feng Yue had explained it to him many times, but he just didn't believe it.

"It's a bit of a clue." Feng Yue pondered for a moment and said, "Maybe also in Qiyang Town."

……

Going west from Huang Dingguo, Song Nan stayed at home without a job. Today, it's been half a month.

Song Nan was wondering whether to wait for Huang Diwen to finish this semester before starting work or to start working today, when a few people came from the side of the pear tree, and they seemed to be heading for his house, starting with Yuan Heishuiwan Luo Xianliang, secretary of the village party committee.

"You are..." Song Nan put his foot on the stone table, showing a puzzled expression.

"That's it..." It was another man who spoke, who seemed to be in his forties or fifties. Song Nan looked familiar, but couldn't name him.

"The Black Water Bay Reservoir is about to be re-contracted, I want you to help me take a look..."

"I don't know how to read Feng Shui." Song Nan interrupted him rudely.

The man opened his mouth, showing embarrassment, and looked at Zhishu Luo beside him.

"You have been with Lao Huang since you were a child. Who would believe you if you haven't learned every move." Luo Xianliang said and patted Song Nan on the shoulder. character will do.”

Song Nan's father, Huang Dingguo, was a farmer who made a living by growing tobacco when he was young. It is said that one night he had a dream of carrying a stone Buddha across the river. , Huang Dingguo invited the Bodhisattva back home, and since then he has the magical power to know the destiny by looking at Fengshui.

Even Song Nan, who can see ghosts, doesn't believe in this kind of thing, but the neighbors in the village don't believe it. They also say that Huang Dingguo is a half-immortal. Yan's family business started to make a living by fortune-telling and divination.

It's just that in the past two years, it's not working, and the divinations that are not accurate are no longer effective, and his reputation has plummeted. Clients shook their heads when they mentioned him, and Huang Banxian's name was changed to Huang Banxia.

Some people say that the Bodhisattva withdrew his supernatural powers because he ate dog meat, and some said that the Bodhisattva withdrew his supernatural powers because he was angered by his wife's anger.

Regardless of whether these rumors are true or not, Song Nan doesn't like these people who spread rumors in private.

Now that something is going on, and I have nowhere to ask for a way, I think of the despised Ban Xianer.

"I don't know how to draw symbols." Song Nan said coldly.

"Just take it as a help, Lao Liu also wants to ask for peace of mind." Luo Xianliang said as he stuffed two "red crucian carp" in Song Nan's hand, "If you can't draw, just follow the picture your father put on the wall. ?”

Song Nan glanced at the 200 yuan in his hand, hesitant.

It's not that he really doesn't know how to draw, he followed Huang Dingguo's side when he was young, and drawing talismans was just an entry-level test.

but……

Looking across the faces of several people, Song Nan said, "I can't guarantee whether it will be useful or not."

"Yes, yes." Luo Xianliang hurriedly echoed, "It will definitely work."

Song Nan himself didn't have that self-confidence, and he didn't know where the old man's self-confidence came from.

Song Nan put the money into his trouser pocket, let them sit in the yard and waited, and went up to the attic of the back room by himself.

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