I have been following you

peach village.

The boy leaning on the big tree was shaking his legs and gnawed on the chicken paws. He suddenly tilted his head, his amber eyes were full of water, "Oh, handsome guy, we meet again."

Cui Yu spoke concisely, "Bring the mirror."

"I said it, didn't you forget it?" The boy blinked and smiled innocently, "Handsome guy, I really don't know what kind of evil it is."

"Last time you shot at me without saying a word, and the medical expenses haven't been settled with you yet."

The young man took out a stack of bills as if by magic, "Since you are here, please pay it, the total..." He flicked through the bills, looking like a financial fan, "Three thousand five hundred and seventy two yuan and thirty cents."

The atmosphere under the tree condensed.

The boy still had that hippie smile on his face, "I don't want Sanmao anymore, just give me the money."

Cui Yu waved his hand, and coins flew all over the sky.

The boy's face turned green.

He said tut-tsk, "People with bad personality like you will definitely not be liked by anyone."

Cui Yu's eyes glowed with a faint cold light.

"Handsome guy," the young man narrowed his eyes, "I have done the calculation for you for free, and you will never be able to live forever."

After the words fell, the surrounding air pressure suddenly changed.

Cui Yu's whole body was full of dark energy, he waved his sleeves, and a wave of extreme death and evil swept over the young man.

The young man flipped his hand, holding a one-three-inch black ruler in his hand, and swept the black ruler across, drawing a circle in the void. In the blink of an eye, the circle expanded, enveloping him, and isolating the deadly evil spirit that can erode people's liver and gallbladder.

"If you want evil mirror, follow me to Phoenix Valley, it won't wait until the expiration date."

The boy under the tree has disappeared, Cui Yu narrowed his eyes, Phoenix Valley...

"Master Yu?"

Two figures, one black and one white, appeared behind them. Each of them dragged a ghost of a person who had just died in their hands, ready to take it back. They didn't expect to run into Cui Yu in this unshitty village. It was the most difficult to get along with. And the hardest to deal with.

No one knows the big guy, although Master Jue punishes the evil, he also rewards the good, gentle as jade, and approachable.

And this one in front of him is really different, with the same face, gloomy temperament, and very cruel methods.

They are usually not working as errands, and they can play a few words, and no one dares to talk about this one.

Taking a glance at Black and White Impermanence, Cui Yu went to Phoenix Valley, not knowing how Ji Shao was doing now.

At this end, Ji Shao and Cui Jue just got off the train.

Ji's father had been waiting outside for a long time. He dropped three cigarette butts, the train was late, and the waiting people were more depressed than the sitting ones.

As soon as he saw his son, Ji's father stepped forward, "Hurry up and get in the car, I'll put the things away."

Ji Shao asked, "Dad, is there anything to eat at home?"

He was cold and hungry and wanted something warm, anything.

Father Ji nodded, "Yes, your mother has stewed chicken for you, and it's on the stove."

He put the suitcase in the back compartment of the car and said to Cui Jue, "Xiao Cui, go and drink some too. It's so late, lie down at my house first, and go back tomorrow."

Cui Jue raised his eyebrows, wishing for nothing, "Thank you Uncle Ji."

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, it was warm, and it was different from the outside day in and day out.

Both Ji Shao and Cui Jue sat at the back, drinking tea with a thermos cup in their arms, and rubbing their fingertips with the other, wondering what to think.

Father Ji, who was driving ahead, looked at the road conditions, "How are you two at school?"

Ji Shao said lazily, "It's good." It's just that I occasionally encounter ghosts.

Father Ji looked in the rearview mirror, "Xiao Cui, what about you?"

Cui Jue said, "It's okay."

Father Ji turned the steering wheel, "I'll have to take more than a month's vacation this time."

Cui Jue nodded, "Yes."

His attention has been on the young man beside him. He is busy with business and it is not easy to go out. Before Cui Yu comes back, he needs to buy time.

"I was drunk that night, holding your hand..."

In the car, the song "Punishment of Impulse" by Dao Lang was played on a loop for the fourth time. "

The corner of Ji Shao's mouth twitched, "Dad, do you want to change the song?"

Father Ji hummed, "Isn't it good? Your mother listens to it every day, and it's very good."

"..." Ji Shao said, "I've listened to it several times, and it's almost ready tonight. I'll listen to it next time."

"Okay." Father Ji still had some ideas, "Then change to another one."

It was replaced by "Two Butterflies".

Ji Shao gave up.

Father Ji accidentally glanced at the rearview mirror, he smiled and said, "Xiao Cui, you like listening to this song."

Cui Jue said, "It sounds good."

Ji Shao was speechless as he heard his darling fly slowly, and his father and his good friend were analyzing the lyrics there.

As soon as the car drove to the door, Ji's mother got out of bed in a down jacket.

She opened the door, took the newly bought cotton and dragged it on the ground, and shouted outside, "I'll get you some soup, drink some to keep you warm."

As soon as Ji Shao entered the house, all his fatigue and irritability were left outside, his bones loosened, and he felt at ease.

Cui Jue followed in and changed into cotton slippers.

The living room is bright and clean.

Mother Ji's voice came from the kitchen, "It's served for you, and you can serve it yourself."

She was startled when she turned around, "Xiao Cui, you are so quiet, you almost scared your aunt's soul away."

Cui Jue said, "Auntie, the soul cannot be scared away."

Mother Ji, "..."

"Auntie is joking, do you have enough to eat? There is still a lot in the pot."

Cui Jue held two bowls of soup, "That's enough, thank you."

Ji's mother shook her head. Once she entered university, she became more polite than before.

While drinking the soup, Cui Jue asked Ji Shao a few words from time to time, with gentle eyes.

Ji's father stared, this child is good to his son, but not so good.

Well, his father seems to have been replaced.

Obviously a bit too much, but it feels very natural.

No one is born to be nice to anyone, and it's not indebted, but this Cui family child has surrounded his son since he was a child.

It's a pity that she is not a girl, otherwise the two families will be in-laws in the future.

Father Ji was dazed by himself, so he simply ignored it.

"You two go to sleep after eating."

Ji Shao vomited chicken bones, what else could he do if he didn't sleep, he took two trains today, and his mind was about to split.

He asked the people around him, "Don't you need to tell your family?"

Cui Jue was slightly taken aback, he smiled, "I forgot."

Then he went to touch his pocket.

"Isn't your phone stolen? You're stupid." Ji Shao poked him, "Use my landline."

Cui Jue held the finger that poked his forehead and didn't move. After a while, he thought to himself, it still didn't change.

Ji Shao stared at his back, touched his chin, thoughtful.

After entering the room, Ji Shao casually dropped the bag and lay down on the bed, "You go take a shower first, I'll lie down for a while."

bath?Cui Jue frowned, took the clothes into the bathroom.

The bathroom is not too big. As soon as Cui Jue entered, his figure changed from a boy to an adult man, which seemed a little crowded. He turned on the faucet and stood by the door without dripping on his body.

After a while, Cui Jue changed his clothes and went out.

The boy on the bed fell asleep.

Cui Jue leaned over and stared at him for a long time. He was lying beside him, and when he stretched out his arms, the young man was lifted up by a force, and then slowly put back, resting on his shoulder.

"You used to enjoy being so close to me."

Cui Jue gently stroked the young man's face, "You should go home and have a look. Granny Meng misses you a lot. The Three Lives Stone is missing a piece, and I'm still waiting for you to make it up... All the flowers you planted are in full bloom."

The man's soft voice carried an intoxicating taste, "Li Sheng, go and see our past."

Ji Shao is dreaming.

The sky was gray and there was no sun. He saw a child sitting on a very high place and felt that he could touch the sky with his hands.

"Lisheng, you're being naughty again."

A man in a dark red robe stepped forward, Ji Shao couldn't see his face clearly, but he could only see the man with his arms outstretched, "Jump down."

The kid didn't jump, "My lord, will you catch me?"

The man's voice was gentle, "Yes."

The next moment, Ji Shao watched the child jump into the man's arms, and the man caught it firmly.

"Lisheng, do you know your mistake?"

The child bowed his head, "I don't know."

"You changed it on your own, and sent the evil spirit who should have gone to the thirteenth floor to be punished for 100 years to reincarnation." The man said, "Living life, good and evil will be rewarded, you can't break the rules just because of a single thought."

The child admitted his mistake, "Got it."

Ji Shao became a bystander, watching the child and the man get along day and night, the man treated the child like his father, loving and pampering him.

The screen turns.

Ji Shao himself became a young man, and he was lying on a man's body, his hair pouring out like splashed ink, he still couldn't see the face of the man under him clearly, he could only see fiery red flowers all over the mountains and plains.

Just when he was sluggish, he woke up and it was already morning.

Ji Shao was lying in bed, who was that little kid he dreamed about, so hung up.

There is a second dream, not a spring dream, right?

Ji Shao twitched his lips, that person didn't seem to be Cui Yu, it didn't feel right, and he was still a little bit sorry.

He was the only one on the bed, half of the quilt was cold, he didn't know when Cui Yu fell asleep and when he woke up.

"Xiao Shao, are you awake?"

Ji's mother's voice came from outside the door, "The red bean cake in the pot is getting cold."

Ji Shao stood upright for a while, then sat up reluctantly pulling his hair.

It was a sunny day outside, and everyone crowded to the balcony.

Ji's father was cleaning the glass, and the new year was coming, so the house had to be cleaned up every year. It was like this every year, and he was tired, but if he didn't do it this way, he always felt that the new year was not enough.

Ji Shaojin stood there pulling on his slippers, "Dad, Cui Yu went back?"

"I'm back." Father Ji wiped the water stains on the towel back and forth, "I'm back early, your mother opened the door."

Ji Shao raised his eyebrows, so early?Could it be that he dreamed last night and said something that stimulated Cui Yu?

"Put on your socks." Mother Ji nagged.

Ji Shao had to go to the room to get the socks.

After breakfast, Ji Shao wandered around the house bored, looking through his high school stuff, and then went to look at those sketches and gouaches he drew in the studio, it can be seen that he is really idle.

After staying in the room for a while, Ji Shao ran to the balcony to bask in the sun.

Mother Ji came over to pinch beans with a small basin, "Have you talked about it at school?"

Ji Shao fell asleep, "It's time to talk."

Ji's mother paused, and her son was a little frightened to admit that, and continued to pinch beans, "How are you?"

Ji Shao half-closed his eyes, "It's not good, will I want it?"

Ji's mother coughed, "... also." She asked nonsense, who would find someone who is not good for her, and she is not a fool.

"When Xiao Cui left in the morning, I saw that he didn't look very well." Mother Ji asked thoughtfully, "Did you two have a fight last night?"

Ji Shao said, "No trouble." He went to bed early.

"Son," Ji's mother hesitated to speak, "Xiao Cui's grandma may not pass the New Year's Eve."

Ji Shao was taken aback, he hadn't heard Cui Yu say that.

"Sick?"

"No, I didn't fall." Mother Ji pondered what to say, "It's that kind...it's time to go."

Grandma Xiao Cui couldn't get out of bed suddenly, and she was talking and laughing with her the day before, and she was very energetic.

Ji Shao didn't understand, "Mom, what do you mean it's time to go?"

Mother Ji took the basin away and sat closer to Ji Shao, "The older generation said, when this person lives, and how many years he can live, it's all a note. When the time comes, don't think about it." You have to go."

"Isn't there a saying that the King of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? It's justified."

Ji Shao suddenly wanted to ask something, he looked at the sky outside the window, facing the sun.

"Mom, if you die unexpectedly, the time hasn't come yet?" He thought of the passengers on the train.

Mother Ji was surprised, "Why are you asking this?"

Ji Shao smiled casually, "Curiosity."

"That mother really heard it." Ji's mother brushed her hair, "I heard that it is necessary to stay in the place where the accident occurs, and the process will repeat on the same day. Run, you can only go to the place where you died, and wait until the time is up, and Lord Yan agrees, before you can go to the underworld."

"It's all used to fool people." Mother Ji picked up half a bean on the ground, "I don't know if it's true or not."

Ji Shao fell into deep thought.

If it is true, then if an accident happens, it will be decades away from the so-called time, wouldn't it be so miserable to repeat death for so many years.

Ji Shao's face is weird, when did he become so sympathetic...

Ji's mother saw that her son was motionless, as if she was in a samadhi, she couldn't help but regret it, and she couldn't talk about it in the future, so don't scare her son.

When she was a child, she listened to her grandparents chatting with some old people in the village, and listening to what they said, she was afraid for a long time.

"It's New Year's Eve, what's the point of talking nonsense about what you have and what you don't have." Ji's father next to him squatted and scrubbed the dark towel, "Go, Xiao Shao, clean your own room."

Ji Shao lay down for a few seconds and went back to the room.

His room is the second bedroom, facing the north, where there is no sunlight, and it is even colder and damp in winter, when the cold wind blows, it will freeze to death.

Ji Shao came in with a plastic bucket of hot water, shook the towel until it was half wet, and then began to wipe the desk. There was not much dust, and the house was often tidied up.

Two-thirds of the table was wiped, and Ji Shao suddenly heard a sound. He knocked over the cup in his hand, and he was the only one in the room.

"Thank you."

The female voice rang again, soft and with the unique charm of southerners.

Ji Shao stared at the band-aid on his index finger. Only now did he see a drop of blood on the side of the band-aid.

He took the girl out of that train.