invisible brother

It's almost Ji Yan's birthday.

Last year, Ji Yan made an ice cream cake according to the online tutorial, and decorated the whole living room——

This year is not easy to repeat this trick.

The adoptive parents have passed away, and since then Ji Yan has been depressed, even giving up on himself, Ji Yan knows that the softest part of his brother's heart is still throbbing slightly.

How about a day like this?

……

In City S, Nanshan Temple is in full bloom.

Ji Yan shuttled through the crowd, looking at the dazzling array of goods on both sides.

A peddler yelled at the customers on the side of the road, rolling the oily meat skewers in his hands and shouting, "Three skewers for ten yuan!"; more people surrounded the craftsman, watching him paint a lifelike dragon with syrup.

Ji Yan walked through the alley without stopping, looking at the temple halfway up the mountain, and climbing up the steps—after about a few hundred stone steps, he saw the main entrance of Nanshan Temple.

The sandalwood came from afar—following the low and soft sound of chanting, Ji Yan saw a master chant with his eyes closed.

When he passed by, the benevolent old man twirled the beads and said "donor", he turned around quickly, but the other party didn't move, just said:

"When you come out, please listen to the old monk."

Ji Yan was a little inexplicable, he went to the Hall of Merit as planned to burn incense, knelt on the futon to pray for his family, and asked for another one to be signed, he was in a good mood.

"Benefactor." When he was leaving, the old monk called to stop him, and bowed again: "The poor monk's name is Jingru, I see that you are haunted by Yin Qi—but have you touched Yin objects?"

Ji Yan was taken aback for a moment, then said quietly like a monk:

"Although the other party didn't leave any evil thoughts on you, it's better to be careful."

Ji Yan's heart trembled, he thought of his young brother, and couldn't help calling Jingru to stop——

"I met...he...he looks like my family..."

Also call me brother.

"The family...has died?"

Seeing Ji Yan's face darken, Jingru knew that she had guessed wrong, and after thinking about it, she took one of the beads off her hand and put it in Ji Yan's palm.

"If it's still alive...it's not a ghost, it's a living soul. This thing wards off evil spirits, and the benefactor can use it to test things out."

The old monk left, while Ji Yan looked at the beads——

He tightened his palms.