I have a cub that escapes the boss

The topic was diverted by Ji Hanchuan, and the butler gave him a grateful look.

Ji Hanchuan was expressionless, thinking: Oh, this is going to go the route of "the housekeeper is actually afraid of Owen, at least afraid of a certain 'personality' of Owen"?

He reorganized the situation just now.

The oil painting in the hall, when Owen's mood reached a certain critical point, endowed him with extraordinary strength.Therefore, in addition to the original "good" and "bad" Owen, there is another member, which can be called "Owen plus".

Ji Hanchuan was amused by himself again.He was absent-minded, thinking: good, bad... what does it have to do with me?

It's kind of tricky to tell these apart.So at the end of the day, he just needs to know that neither side is a good thing, and that's fine.

The only problem is, the steward said earlier, mortals can't stand against demons.Although the housekeeper just said it lightly and let it go, Ji Hanchuan still cared about this sentence very much.According to this meaning, plus the setting of "Even the priest can't lift the devil's curse" - before hearing Owen's version of the rainstorm explanation, Ji Hanchuan temporarily gave them six points of credibility - to survive until the seventh day, Other supernatural forces must be used.

Ji Hanchuan didn't think that the things he picked up in the forest would allow him to survive until the seventh day, it was too easy to come by.Therefore, he believes that whether it is a sketch, a pocket watch, or a "suicide note" written in charcoal on the linen, it can at least keep him safe on the sixth day.The remaining clues need to be found in the castle.Lady Moulton's parchment was the same, but apparently not enough.

Ji Hanchuan thought: Let's find a chance tonight, maybe I need to visit another study.

The study he had always known belonged to Mr. Moulton.In addition, an "excuse" has to be rethought.Forgetting the parchment for two days in a row is too much of a fake.

……

……

After lunch, I went to the little fat man's study.Owen sat down on the chair with a serious face, looked at Ji Hanchuan, raised his chin, and said, "Say it!"

Ji Hanchuan looked at him, seeming a little sad, and said, "It seems that today is the key to keeping my job."

Owen: "..."

Owen was angry, "You are my teacher, how can you talk to Cook!"

Ji Hanchuan: "I just—forget it, let me tell you a story first."

Owen hummed lightly, as if dissatisfied with Ji Hanchuan's change of subject.However, he still managed to save face. It was about the previous two days of classes that he had a good impression of Ji Hanchuan.So at this moment, the young master was generous and willing to give this "wrong team" tutor a chance.

He said: "But I need to know that you are indeed thinking about me. This has to be reasonable, not an adult's hypocrisy."

Ji Hanchuan smiled, "My lord? Owen, sometimes I really feel that you look like an 'adult'."

The little fat man calmed down and looked at Ji Hanchuan.His eyes suddenly became deeper and darker, and Ji Hanchuan even felt that the shadow behind him was about to stand up.He made a decisive decision to change the subject, and said, "However, in the story I told, that child also had the same experience as you. He is very smart, so smart that even many adults would be ashamed of himself."

To sum up, his focus is on "lessons learned from the past."

Ji Hanchuan said, "This is not just a 'story', but a 'history' that actually happened in my country. So, Owen, I will give you lectures these two days. I am worried that I will soon lose my job. "Sigh," I still have such worries. Originally...to tell you the truth, although I was vaguely worried, I didn't think clearly. But today, listening to you and the housekeeper, life, death, reincarnation , These are too distant topics. Owen, I still think that at your current age, you shouldn't think about these."

Owen was silent.

Ji Hanchuan said: "I know, you have experienced some things in the past, which may give you, um, your own unique insights into some of them. But," he said emphatically, "you are a child after all. You should be a child."

When he spoke, he kept looking at Owen's expression.The focus of the words is always on the word "child".

The 50-year-old Mr. Moulton, the five-year-old Master Owen—how could Ji Hanchuan not think too much?

However, he was also worried that he might suspect his neighbor of stealing the axe.Owen's expression was changing, from being tangled at the beginning to being quiet at the back.Ordinarily there was no problem, but Ji Hanchuan still felt that at a certain moment, he saw traces of irony on Owen's face.

It's so fleeting and hard to detect, it's like a one-frame picture of popcorn in an old movie.

"No," Owen finally said, "You say, you know I've 'been through something,' but you don't know exactly what that is."

Ji Hanchuan thought in his heart: Are you here?

He looked at Owen gently, not forgetting to keep a distance between himself and the young master.The wooden chair was carved finely, and a very young, round boy sat on it.But just looking into the boy's eyes, one would feel that he is mature far beyond his age.

Owen asked, "Where did I talk about yesterday?"

Ji Hanchuan wanted to welcome but refused, and confirmed with him: "You are not impulsive, but do you really want to talk to me about this? Owen, you know, I don't want you to immerse yourself in the sorrow of the past. Of course, I am very happy. Hope to help you."

"Help me," Owen murmured.

"Yes." Ji Hanchuan said, "It's the same as yesterday - only by facing it bravely can you 'go out'. You see, at the dinner table today, you did a good job."

Owen didn't understand Ji Hanchuan's words at first.When he understood, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Ji Hanchuan's expression did not change.The meaning of his words is: You were so afraid of the housekeeper yesterday, but when you opened the door and found that what you were afraid of was only "fear" itself, didn't you relax, and dare to insult people today?

As for the "I'm a fine score" that was almost written on Owen's face, I'm sorry, he didn't see it.

As if realizing that his expression was inappropriate, Owen calmed down and said, "I thought you didn't agree with what I said at the dinner table."

Ji Hanchuan sighed, smiled helplessly, and said, "I am also conflicted. Although I know that Mr. Cook is very caring, you are very young after all. I don't know... In the East, there are many similar stories, but there are different ones. The ending. Owen, I know you, so I hope you are lucky at that moment. But in the end, I can only admit that I am not God, so I can't see the future and the past. I just think, you really have to thank Cook At the same time, you should also know that you are his 'master'."

"Owner?"

Owen thought about it.

Ji Hanchuan coughed and said, "These two feelings are not contradictory, Owen, can you understand this?"

Owen said "hmm" and said, "Probably—Mr. Han, I'm sure now that you really didn't treat me as a child who didn't understand anything. So I will carefully consider the previous story."

Ji Hanchuan killed two birds with one stone, smiled and said, "Okay, but you said it, you want to tell me first?"

"Yes," Owen sorted out his thoughts, "Where did you talk about yesterday?"

Ji Hanchuan reminded him: "It was a rainy day. The weather was really bad. I thought that even though you were in the castle, you might still be able to smell the damp moisture in the air. Your mother is no longer there, staying in the sarcophagus. And you and Mr Moulton, waiting for someone."

"Waiting for someone, yes," Owen said. "That's the priest."

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

Owen spoke slowly.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

He is only so young now, and he didn't remember much at that time.All images seemed blurry to him.However, he remembered a long row of torches.The torch was winding and downward.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk!"

He mentioned the knock on the door, and expressed annoyance that this sound, which had been lingering in his ears for too long, was the beginning of every nightmare.That's why he had such a strong reaction yesterday when he heard the butler knock on the door.

"That's it." Ji Hanchuan said softly.

Owen was in a daze, "Yes, I told you, I had nightmares for a long time."

He seemed to have finally realized that a five or six-year-old child should not speak in an orderly manner.So this afternoon, the stories Ji Hanchuan heard were upside down.He sorted it out slowly in his mind, took some time, and sorted out an outline:

That night, the priest came, and Mr. Moulton, holding the young Owen, went down "below" with the priest.

According to Owen, they walked through a long winding staircase.He made a special gesture: "It's different from the stairs from the first floor to the second floor!"

He held up one finger, circled it with the other, and said, "At least—it must be that many circles."

Ji Hanchuan pondered: Although he is so sure, it's not good.A child is another nightmare, so it may be stretched by him unintentionally.

After all, in the bright light of the torch, Owen saw his mother in the sarcophagus.

He said that the priest told his father that he had a way to bring his mother back to life.

Ji Hanchuan had already heard it and almost lost his mind.

But these words suddenly pulled him back.

He remained expressionless, and said, "Come alive? Is it God's unique guidance to his people?"

"No," Owen swallowed, showing a frightened expression, "Teacher, my father won't let me tell other people what happened next, but I'm always afraid."

Ji Hanchuan looked at him.

Owen suddenly raised his head and stared at Ji Hanchuan, wanting to get an answer from him.

Is he going to continue the story?

The same teacher was unwilling to listen and asked him to bear it alone.

Ji Hanchuan considered it carefully and said, "Owen, logically speaking, I shouldn't..."

The expression on Owen's face quickly faded in disappointment.

At the same time, Ji Hanchuan heard a soft but real "swish" sound.Very familiar, these two nights, a similar sound accompanied him to sleep.Of course, that was not a pleasant experience.

Ji Hanchuan: "I'm conflicted."

He is "candid".

He joked again and asked: "As a teacher, of course I will help you out of your suffering. But—Owen, you said these things to me when your father didn't want you to tell others. Does this mean that even if I and you Agreement, let today's conversation become a secret between us, you may not abide by it?"

Owen was dumbfounded.

Next to him, Ning Ning couldn't help but laughed "puchi".

In another world, the girl smiled and lay down on the sofa.The computer slid off her lap and was caught in the other hand.Yinggui sat next to Ningning and asked, "What's the matter, are you so happy?"

While talking, he secretly watched the movement in the group.

There was no movement.

The baby ghost's eyes darkened: So, maybe Ningning went to other places?

It feels so bad.

Ning Ning can travel between different worlds, but he can only be trapped here, waiting for her visit who doesn't know when.Although during this time, Ningning will always be there.But the baby ghost also knew that the one beside him was only "a part" of Ningning.