What is it like to be a wizard in modern times?

Zhong Shuangming sat opposite Banxi again.

Five days ago, after he had wasted a precious afternoon listening to Shiri tell the stories that Bancy had to tell.

Zhong Shuangming still clearly remembers how Shi Li spent half an hour describing to him how soft and flirtatious Bancy was when he softly said "kiss me", so that Shi Li almost couldn't control his heartbeat. Sweet good morning kiss for breakfast and so on may not necessarily be broadcast follow-up.

That's enough, that's enough, Zhong Shuangming knew that Shilu's old house was on fire and wanted to set them on fire together, but he, a single mother and fetus, really didn't want to get involved in the young couple's love affair, drinking and chatting with him and stuffing a mouthful of dog food It's outrageous to make plans.

Shi Lu gave a neutral look from behind the wine glass, and Zhong Shuangming immediately silently murmured all kinds of nonsense, but still couldn't help asking, "You really didn't remember anything?"

He doesn’t look like this, otherwise you go to recall the first time you entered the external office and was held down by Shi Li who could only hug his big tail, and then look at the person sitting opposite him who just walked into the management center with a sullen face. Forcibly suppressing the reception hall, which was bustling like a vegetable market a second ago, into silence, he dare not recognize this person even if you dare say it is a person.

But this was a bit of the energy that Zhong Shuangming was familiar with, he almost thought that an old friend was knocking on his door at a glance.

"Of course not." Shi Lu shook his head and sighed while holding a small wine glass, "Otherwise I shouldn't be drinking with you now."

What do old friends do when they knock on the door? They're not here to borrow money, or they're here to beat someone up.

Zhong Shuangming's expression also verified Shi Lu's guess, and made Zhong Shuangming even more suspicious if he remembered something.

Shi Li is not so smart when he just woke up, he is so stupid that he believes whatever he says, especially innocent and easy to deceive.

Shi Lu ground his molars, shook his wine glass at him, and blocked Zhong Shuangming's mouth that couldn't say anything nice with wine.

The wine was brought by Shi Lu himself. When he came to Zhong Shuangming, he always brought the wine himself. Zhong Shuangming comforted himself that this was the reward for Shi Lu as a relationship consultant. One cup, relying on drinking to hypnotize himself as a master of love among thousands of flowers.

Just because of Shi Lu's sighing and drinking to drown his sorrows, Zhong Shuangming still believed that he really didn't remember anything.

After all, if it was the one in his impression...

At this time, Banci should not be able to get out of bed, and he should be forced by Shiluzhi to buy medicine. As we all know, it has anti-inflammatory, calming, soothing and pain-relieving effects, and it can be used on special parts in certain special periods. medicine.

Zhong Shuangming was planning the domineering Tiangou falling in love with me in his heart, and gagged his mouth with wine winkingly when he couldn't help but want to say something.

"Hmm!" As soon as he took the wine, his eyes lit up. He had never tasted the taste in his mouth before. It was soft and clear, rising like foam on the tip of his tongue, and it disappeared before he tasted it carefully.The sweet aftertaste that slowly emerged was long and cold, staying longer than the taste on the tip of the tongue, and dimly turning into a mist in the body.

But Zhong Shuangming immediately stopped the part of the admiration he wanted to say—he knew exactly what Shi Lu had in his family now, and it was impossible for him to be able to produce such a good wine, so as a rich father, he would eat and eat. Jiaojiao, who lives and sleeps with her mother, doesn't even need to guess the source of this bottle of wine.

Why do you say that Jiaojiao's days are so fucking happy, and it especially highlights the bitterness of him, a social animal who was still staying up late last night and working overtime.

Zhong Shuangming listened to Shi Lu's understatement (xuan) method (yao) of "Banxi brewed it himself and shared a jar with me", and took a bite of lemon viciously in his heart.

Tsk, he doesn't want to work hard either.

It's a pity that there is no patron father who is as blind as Banxi, so Zhong Shuangming can only try to drink a few more sips to pretend that he can get back his money, and accompany him to study Banxi's monster's incomprehensible thoughts.

"Bansey went out again today." Shi Lu sighed, "I wasn't asked to follow."

Zhong Shuangming used his eyes to express the double meaning of "Isn't this a normal operation?" and "Banxi reported to the management center in advance, of course I know he is not here today".

You see, this is not too much.

Shi Lu sighed again, "I know where he went, and you know where he went, so why can't I follow?"

And notice that he used "again" in what he just said. This is the third time Bancy has said this week, and today is only Wednesday.

To put it more clearly, it is every day.

Bansy had never deliberately avoided the itinerary for him like this, and it was an unreasonable itinerary with the day and night reversed—starting in the evening with a small suitcase, suit and leather shoes, and neither returning to the small bungalow nor at home all night, The next day, the sun was about to rise before he came back in a hurry, his fingertips and the side of his neck were stained with an unfamiliar rose fragrance.

There is no other person's smell, which is the premise that Shi Li can still complain to Zhong Shuangming worriedly at this time. The rose fragrance lingering on the side of Banxi's neck and between his fingers is just a pure fragrance, mixed with the solemn and dead residual smoke to prove to him that Bansy did not commit any infidelity the night he disappeared.

So it’s strange to deliberately avoid him. Shi Li doesn’t have any opinion on Banzi, even couples should have their own private space, and he can sense where the Banzi people are through the subtle connection with the land. Even when he focused his attention on that side, he could vaguely feel what Banxi was doing. In fact, Banxi's private space had already been opened enough to him.

Shi Lu knew that he also respected and understood Bancy's personal privacy very much.

However, the part of him that does not belong to rationality and humanity does not think so. The beast's claws scratched his heart, and the golden beast's pupils peeped into the deepest desire in his heart.

Admit it, he is like a beast with a territory that has been delimited, and the instinct derived from his flesh and blood makes him want to control every sign of trouble in the territory.

Zhong Shuangming poured another glass of wine, and asked as a bachelor, "Then you can just ask him."

One more question, one less quarrel, the ancestor said that he never said this sentence.

Shi Lu looked down at Zhong Shuangming with the eyes of someone who had come here, "If he is willing to speak, he still needs you."

"...Okay." Zhong Shuangming put down his glass, "Then tell me in detail? I'll give you the staff."

Shi Li recalled that Bancy's anomaly was earlier than his strange nocturnal formation.

It was almost when he came to drink with Zhong Shuangming last time.

Bancy was washing the teacups when he went back. This incident was very abnormal. Bancy seldom washed the teacups by himself.

A total of three cups were used, indicating that guests came while he was away. The black tea in the teapot was very strong, and there was a rusty smell of iron.

After Shilu came back, Bancy didn't let him touch those tea sets, and washed them alone in the sink for a long time, and then put the set of tea sets that he had always liked in the back of the cabinet.

Shi Lu suddenly realized that he had never seen that tea set after that day, and that Banxi used another tea set to entertain guests.

Then the next day, at about five or six in the afternoon, Angelina chewed on her teething stick and buried herself in writing the report, while Shilu was doing the work of document information entry, and the job that Bancy gave him temporarily was not very complicated but time-consuming.

Bansy took advantage of this time to go to the storage room downstairs to get things, and went there for more than half an hour.

Leaving aside what was brought up, the storage room is downstairs, and Banxi knows exactly where everything is in it. No matter what you take, it shouldn't take half an hour.

——Shilu remembered, when Bancy came back, he had a very faint scent of roses on his body, and Angelina even sneezed.

But the scent of roses was weak and stale, like the faded fabric that was pressed against the bottom of a box, he just thought that Bansy was passing by a shelf of medicinal herbs, rubbed something on it and got the smell on it.

Bancy was carrying a suitcase when he left. It wasn't very big, but it was enough to fit a room in terms of the wizard's space spells.

From that night onwards, there was a place to visit every night on Banxi's schedule. Shi Li sensed that the place was in the northeast suburb of Shen City, and the map showed that it was mostly villas and leisure villas.

He wears a black suit for travel, and the shirt and tie are black, which is rare in Banci's wardrobe. The only accessory on his body is a brooch in the shape of a swan, outlined in sterling silver, and inlaid with an obsidian.

If Shi Li used his own perception of the human world to describe it, it would be a bit like the mourning clothes he saw in some foreign TV dramas.

Black clothes that are completely different from the traditional Chinese clothes.

……

Bancy hates black.

Intermittently nasty.

At certain times, specific imagery will evoke a specific reaction in him, and in severe cases, nausea and vomiting are so severe that he doesn't even have a consistent business smile.

black.

The neckline is tight.

Intricate lace.

Soft, drapey fabric.

Hush

At that time, he could always hear the lingering voice in his ears, and the cold breath poured out from his throat, warning him not to make his own voice.

And banshee.

And Bancy Rothbart.

He used to get so nauseated that he couldn't spit out, and his eyes were sore and teary, but now he has matured to deal with these unwanted reactions.

He is a mature wizard.

Be decent.

You need to know how to safely put yourself into it, and then safely withdraw yourself from it.

The exhaustion from working all night put a heavy burden on Bancy's convulsed stomach. Fortunately, the servants at the work site will be responsible for sending him to the right place. His pale face and numb expression will not affect the servant's ability to work. Take a breath and allow yourself to come back little by little.

The cold breath stuck in his throat faded from his body together with the black cloth. When he was younger, he would describe this feeling as sticky and slippery. He couldn't remember more. The memories left in his head were woven together Like a poem.

The black ones are snakes.

The blue ones are ice cubes.

Red piping hot.

Will bloom in his bones.

yellow...

yellow...

He suddenly couldn't remember clearly again, and the sound of the door opening behind him interrupted his memory.

"..."

Shi Lu was holding the wine in one hand and the doorknob in the other. He didn't get any constructive advice from Zhong Shuangming, he just got a little dizzy from drinking.

When he came back, he opened the door, and the unexpected scene in front of him took his breath away, and his footsteps were suspended in the air.

— There was no light in the house.

Then he saw the young man's naked nape glowing white in the darkness, protruding from the slit in the ripped tie of his clothes.

Bancy looked back at him with a dazed and confused expression, and there was a soft charm in his eyes that hadn't woken up, showing a kind of attractiveness that blurred his gender for a while.

Complicated lace is stacked on the thin waist, and the waist with no flesh is stretched out into a touching arc. The soft and smooth fabric hangs at Banxi's feet. The texture of silk is layered and layered. Xi's body was shrouded in a hazy moonlight.

Shi Lu thought, if there is nothing wrong with his eyes, it should be a skirt.