crossing yin and yang

The so-called new house has not yet been obtained, and of course Wei Yang returned to the rental house. Since he was discharged from the hospital a little later, it was already evening when he got home. The people didn't change much, the leading middle-aged man raised his head and looked at Zhang Xiuqi, then quickly lowered his head, he didn't even mean to meet his eyes, so it's no wonder, Wei Yang chuckled, the person behind him had no changes in his eyes or gait. It is very different from real ordinary people. For these old Jianghu, they will not be easily provoked.

Although he hadn't been back for a few days, Wei Yang was relieved when he set foot on the narrow and crowded passage again, as if he had returned to his real home.Easily bypassing the twisted handlebars of the bicycle, he told the people behind him: "It's a bit dark here, don't hit the things on the side."

Obviously his worries were unnecessary, Zhang Xiuqi didn't touch any sundries, and walked even smoother than he, the old tenant, didn't even take a single extra step, like an extremely precise machine, Wei Yang shrugged, He took out the key and opened the door, leading the person into his kennel.

The rented house was still as bare as before. After closing the door, there were rustling noises from the balcony again. Mr. Turtle crawled out unhurriedly. With wet paw prints, he slowly moved to Wei Yang. feet.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't go home these two days because I kept you waiting." Touching the master's back armor, Wei Yang sincerely apologized, and pointed to the person beside him, "This is The new tenant will live with me for a while, but don't bite people."

After finishing speaking, he smiled and said to Zhang Xiuqi: "This is the tortoise I raised, named Master, brother Qi, don't step on it, this guy has a bad temper."

Not only is it not very good, the master has even bit people, and his attitude towards visitors depends on his mood. Even he can't figure out how this tortoise has a bad temper.However, this time the tortoise master did not show any hostility, and slowly crawled to Zhang Xiuqi's feet, stretched his neck and sniffed his trousers, and then slowly crawled away.

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows in surprise, and couldn't help laughing: "I can't see that you are quite attractive to it, it's really rare."

After putting away the things brought back from the hospital, Wei Yang let Zhang Xiuqi sit in front of his broken desk, changed the water for the tortoise, and then made a phone call to order food. After all, the neighborhood is a residential area, and the catering industry is quite developed. After a while, two boxed lunches were delivered. There were meat and vegetables, and it looked delicious except that the oil was bigger. Of course, Wei Yang would not be picky, so he pushed one of them across the table.As if he had received some signal, Zhang Xiuqi picked up the sanitary chopsticks and started eating quietly.

His eating habits are actually very correct, each chopstick holds exactly the same amount, and the speed of chewing is not very fast. He only picks up the other chopstick after swallowing the food in his mouth. His pair of joints are well defined, and his slender and dexterous fingers are steady. Manipulating the chopsticks steadily, like some kind of ritual or dance, makes people feel calm.Wei Yang tilted his head to look for a while, and suddenly picked up a piece of carrot from his lunch box. The other party's chopsticks paused slightly, and stopped, like a well-trained hound being suddenly fed by a stranger, in a state of vigilance. He still had some doubts, but after a while, he seemed to get used to it, and continued to eat with chopsticks in a leisurely manner.

Wei Yang chuckled, holding a simple plastic spoon and began to pull food into his mouth. The wound on his palm hadn't healed yet, and he couldn't use chopsticks for the time being. Naturally, Zhang Xiuqi did not finish his dinner until he had filled his stomach, wiped the desk, and made tea. He wiped his mouth with a paper towel in a proper manner, and got up to throw away the empty lunch box.

"Want to watch a movie?" Even though he knew that the other party would probably not answer, Wei Yang did his best to be a landlord. Zhang Xiuqi didn't answer him, and he didn't sit in a daze like he did in the hospital. Yellow paper, cinnabar and writing brushes occupy the only desk and spread out.

"What is this for, drawing ghost symbols?" When he saw clearly what the other party wanted to do, Wei Yang was taken aback. He didn't expect this wooden man to be able to draw such high-end skills as symbols, let alone Zhang Xiuqi. He opened his mouth and answered.

"It's not an exorcist." His voice was slightly cold, but he answered very seriously.

Wei Yang was startled, and immediately guessed that he might not understand what drawing a ghost talisman meant, so he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "What kind of talisman is that?"

"Fixed Soul Formation." After only three simple words, Zhang Xiuqi entered the state, with a slight lift of his wrist, the soft tip of the pen was printed on the yellow paper.His movements are very slow, as slow as dozens of seconds before he can draw a thin line. It seems that he is not holding a light brush, but a heavy object with great strength, and the lines drawn on the paper are bit by bit It is not like the symmetrical Taoist talismans seen in movies, but more like a weird and complicated circle, with a little bit of branches connected and tightly blended together.

After an unknown amount of time, he finished the last stroke, with the tip of the pen at the center of the circle. Following this movement, something suddenly shook on the paper, as if a ray of light jumped out of the paper and plunged into Zhang Xiuqi's body. Wei Yang I almost cried out, and blinked hard, only to find that the paper had returned to its original state, it was still an ordinary yellow paper with red lines, and there was no weirdness at all.Zhang Xiuqi picked up the piece of paper casually, stacked it beside him, and drew another one on his own.

After being interrupted like this, Wei Yang realized that his feet were numb from standing, so he couldn't help but smiled wryly, and sat back on the bed.In front of this person, he would always lose his composure. Even if he knew that the pool was too cold and deep, he would still be attracted by the clear water and couldn't help but look down.If Zhang Xiuqi had a little bit of sanity and vigilance, he would probably keep a decent distance, but this person is simply a piece of wood that has lost his soul, and he has no defense against him, which naturally arouses his curiosity.

This situation is not so right, he sighed in his heart, Wei Yang looked away with difficulty, stopped talking to the celestial master who drew ghost symbols, picked up the computer and began to pay attention to the local forum, now of course he knows that strange powers and chaos are not necessarily It's all fake, but he still doesn't want to give up his lucrative job as a magic stick. After all, money is the most important thing to him.

It is always difficult to find a needle in a haystack on the Internet. After a while, Wei Yang entered the working state, using the crackling of One Finger Zen, forgetting everything outside, with the rustling sound of writing on the one hand, and the crackling sound of keys on the other. After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Xiuqi, who was sitting in front of the desk, suddenly stood up, tidied up the study room and the painted talismans one by one, took out a set of toiletries from the travel bag, and walked to the bathroom.

Wei Yang raised his head in a daze, what was he doing?Could it be that he wants to wash up and go to bed, but it's only half past nine!Sure enough, after a while, Zhang Xiuqi came out with a serious face, his face was still handsome and cold, but the few strands of wet hair on his forehead gave some flaws to his perfect aura, he ignored Wei Yang's gaze, he started from traveling He took out a set of bedding from the bag, bent down and patted the pillow on the bed, put on a clean pillow towel, sat down directly by the bed, and began to change into pajamas.

"Wait!" Wei Yang came to his senses at this moment, "Are you going to sleep now? Still want to sleep on the bed? I prepared a floor for you..."

Zhang Xiuqi stopped his hand and looked over with a blank expression on his face. Although he had only been with him for two days, Wei Yang found that he could already understand the meaning in his eyes. It was clearly two big question marks, innocent Outrageous.After staring at each other for a long time, Wei Yang scratched the back of his head with a wry smile: "Ancestor, I lost to you."

As if he understood Wei Yang's concession, Zhang Xiuqi lowered his eyes again, and took off his coat meticulously. He used to sleep with his clothes on in the hospital, but now he seems to have no worries, without any pause, Wei Yang At this time, it is difficult to see no evil, not because the other party's body is so attractive-well, the muscles are well developed, but it is not enough to make people jealous-but because of the scars all over his body. People can't help but cast their eyes.

Zhang Xiuqi was wounded. He had obviously suffered a lot when he killed Huang Zhou before. The left shoulder was the most severely injured. The bandages were wrapped several times, covering most of the shoulders, and the others were scattered. Some of the small wounds had just scabbed over, and were still glowing with unhealthy flesh red, but these were not as eye-catching as the wound across his waist and abdomen. There was only a long scar like a centipede across his left chest, all the way to The right abdomen was cut straight down, as if the body had been split in half and then glued together again, which looked ferocious and tragic.

Wei Yang blinked, and silently looked away. He knew that the person in front of him had suffered a lot when he was young, and even lost his soul, but he didn't know that he had suffered such a serious injury, so severe that he almost died .Zhang Xiuqi didn't care about the other party's gaze, took off his coat, picked up the cotton pajamas, and put them on meticulously.After doing all this, he lay down on the bed safely, closed his eyes, and after about 20 seconds, he opened them again, looked at Wei Yang who was standing beside the bed in a daze, and said coldly: "Turn off the lights."

Wei Yang: "..."

Resigned to his fate, Wei Yang turned off the light, glanced at the person who had occupied the magpie's nest, sighed deeply, washed his face, spread out the floor, and nestled in a dark corner to continue surfing the Internet.The room was terribly quiet. Zhang Xiuqi slept extremely soundly. He seemed to have fallen asleep in an instant. His breathing was weak, well-proportioned and orderly, like a faint white noise. After wrestling with drowsiness for a while, he finally couldn't help turning off the computer. The tortoise master slowly crawled out of the toilet, and crawled leisurely to his own nest. In the center of the concrete floor, it seems to have been paved with a silver path.

Lying on the ground, Wei Yang smiled softly. He thought it would take him a long time to get used to the feeling of having one more person in the room, but who knew that both he and the master naturally included this person in his territory, Mr. Zeng Did you expect this?With a sigh of relief, Wei Yang closed his eyes and immersed himself in the warm and quiet embrace of the night.

It has to be said that the mattress on the floor was still a bit thin. When Wei Yang woke up the next day, he felt a horrible stiffness in his back. He struggled and turned over. Before he could express his feelings, he froze in the On the spot, Zhang Xiuqi was sitting by the bed less than [-] centimeters away from him, looking at him solemnly.

"Damn it, why are you sitting here!" Wei Yang asked through gritted teeth.

"I'm hungry." Zhang Xiuqi answered very concisely, accompanied by a rumbling belly sound.

Wei Yang: "..."

Sir, I really want to kneel down to you!Frantically, he took the phone and checked the time. Wei Yang was stunned for a moment, and almost wanted to rub his eyes. He thought it was only 6 o'clock at most, but he looked at his watch and it was already 8:9?He went to bed after [-] o'clock yesterday. It's almost the right time. Could it be that the hard floor has some hypnotic effect?

Putting down the phone in embarrassment, when he looked at Zhang Xiuqi's cold face again, Wei Yang felt a little guilty, scratched his messy sleeping hair, and slowed down his voice: "You can directly wake me up from now on Yes, don’t wait here dryly.”

He was answered by another borborygmus.

Come on, Wei Yang sighed for countless times, and got up from the ground: "Come and have breakfast with me, there are everything sold outside the door, so you can fill up."

In the end, they chose the most authentic roadside stall at the gate of the community, where fried dough sticks were the most authentic. They sat down on a chair with two bowls of porridge and five fried dough sticks. Wei Yang stuffed a fried dough stick into his mouth. It was delicious, and he said vaguely while chewing: "If it's not enough, tell me, I'll go get some more."

Zhang Xiuqi ignored him, and started to eat slowly, with a serious posture, even street stalls like deep-fried dough sticks taste like high-end Chinese food. Wei Yang gave him a funny look, stretched out his hand to dig a spoonful of sugar and threw it into the opposite side Zhang Xiuqi paused again, and before he could react, Wei Yang said with a smile: "His porridge is well boiled, and it tastes best with sugar."

Zhang Xiuqi put down the deep-fried dough sticks on his chopsticks, slowly picked up the porridge bowl and took a sip, his expression didn't change at all, he just gave a low "hmm".Seeing the other party's unobtrusively stretched eyebrows and eyes, Wei Yang's heart seemed to be a little clearer, and he picked up the fried dough sticks and started chewing.