The Midnight Owl

Xiao Ding lost his memory.

No, Meng Zhang thinks this statement is not accurate, it should be that Xiao Ding has been living in a "one-day cycle".Go to work, get off work, and on the way home, if someone borrows a car, you will borrow it. If no one borrows a car, you will go home. Stay until the next day, everything will return to zero and start again.

Sleep is the dividing point of the cycle. When you wake up, you will forget what you did the day before, who you met, and what you said.

Meng Zhang tried to use immortal methods, and also tried to prevent the other party from falling asleep, but all were in vain.

This was already a year ago.

A year ago, Meng Zhang was angry, irritable, and even lost his temper at Xiao Ding who didn't know it, but later, he accepted the reality.

So what if Xiao Ding forgot about him?

It's a big deal to get to know each other again every day.

In the Hall of the Three Religions, no one noticed that the newly discovered "hidden gods" were distracted, because three of them were worshiping devoutly, and the other was scrutinizing the statue carefully, with a focused expression like an archaeologist.

"Meng... Zhang?" The hard work paid off, and the archaeologist finally found two words that were extremely difficult to detect on the cuff of the statue, and he suddenly realized, "This is Qinglong Shenjun.

Meng Zhang was brought back to his mind, and he looked at his cuffs first. In the plain, there were really faint lines of the word "Meng Zhang". He had been out of his body for two years, but he didn't notice it.

"Qinglong Shenjun?" One who finished incense, asked modestly.

Brother Archeology immediately regained his spirits and talked eloquently: "The Qinglong God is one of the Sifang Gods. The Eastern Qinglong Mengzhang God, the Southern Suzaku Lingguang God, the Western White Tiger Supervising Soldiers God, and the Northern Xuanwu Master God. This is the legendary Sifang God. God Lord..."

"I said, are you here to break through barriers, or to study traditional culture." The second person who finished burning incense stood up and said angrily.

The two who were discussing enthusiastically shut their mouths angrily, and the archaeologist quickly made up his own incense.

Meng Zhang randomly gave two weapons, and when they left, they were still immersed in the newly acquired information.

He knew that he was Mengzhang Shenjun, a god, that's all, he never thought about his background and origin.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

All the foreigners left, the zombies hibernated, and the city returned to order.

Mengzhang Shenjun floated out of the Three Religions Hall with Yuanshen and rushed to the north of the city.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly in an office in the north of the city. Xiao Ding, a young white-collar worker, was at his workstation, fishing and surfing the Internet, when suddenly a call came to his ears precariously.

"Little Ding..."

He thought it was a colleague calling him, and immediately looked up.

But every colleague is busy, so no one cares about him.

"Little Ding..."

Xiao Ding swallowed his saliva numbly, and turned his eyes back to the computer screen, pretending that he didn't hear anything.

Meng Zhang just likes to see him like this, he is obviously scared, but he still insists on it, he is so cute.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore." Meng Zhang said softly, Yuanshen landed on the partition of Xiao Ding's station, sat leisurely, and slowly appeared in a posture that only Xiao Ding could see.

Xiao Ding watched helplessly as a person appeared on the baffle of the workstation.A big living person, sitting on that fragile baffle, it doesn’t matter if the baffle doesn’t collapse, there’s not even a sound of bearing weight, as if that person has no weight at all...

Meng Zhang covered his ears, looked at the other party's slowly tightening eyes, and said silently, one, two, three.

"Ghost ah ah ah—"

Meng Zhang bent his eyebrows, he was still the familiar Xiao Ding, very good.

As for the screaming, after listening to it more than 300 times, it has been automatically translated by him as "God, don't come here without any problems".

"Xiao Ding! Why are you howling!"

"Ah, this page is useless again, Xiao Ding, I hate you—"

Colleagues didn't know why, and complained one after another.

Xiao Ding froze, opened his mouth wide, glanced at his colleagues, then at Meng Zhang, and his voice faded: "They can't see you?"

"Yes," Meng Zhang looked at him, "Only you are special."

Xiao Ding blinked his eyes ignorantly: "Why?"

Meng Zhang remained silent, and took out a handwritten letter from his pocket.

Xiao Ding took the letter, unfolded it, and within a few seconds of looking at it, his surprised eyes widened.

Strictly speaking, that wasn't a letter, but a handwritten note.

But the point is, the whole article is in my own handwriting!

[Explanation: My name is Xiao Ding, and I have a fairy friend named Meng Zhang.He is a handsome man with long hair, with boundless magic power, and he is very kind to me, but I always lose my memory and can't remember him, so I made this special note to remind myself! ! ! 】

In addition to the handwritten description + three exclamation points, the inscription also has its own signature and fingerprint.

From the beginning to the end, the whole explanation exudes a strong sense of oppression of "you must give me credit".

The huge amount of information came so suddenly, Xiaoding was completely confused.

Meng Zhang chatted with him all day, and when he was about to leave work in the evening, Xiao Ding finally fully accepted this "fairy friend".

At the same time, doubts and a sense of crisis also follow.

Puzzled: "You said you only remember things within two years, so what about two years ago?"

Meng Zhang also thought about this question: "I don't remember, it may be the same as you, and it is also circulating."

Xiao Ding felt that the answer was very sincere, although the other party couldn't explain clearly, why did he suddenly lose his memory two years ago.

But when the doubts were resolved, a sense of crisis followed: "I lose my memory every day, but you remember everything, so don't you take advantage of it? And you can say whatever you want the next day, even if you lie to me, I will do not know either."

"I will never lie to you." This is Meng Zhang's answer.

When he said this, his eyes were clear and firm, as if there was a starry sky inside, which made Xiao Ding's heart beat out of rhythm.

On the way home, Xiao Ding drove and Meng Zhang sat in the co-pilot, as if it was his exclusive seat.

"Have you ever heard of Sifang Shenjun?" Meng Zhang asked suddenly while waiting for the red light, "Or Qinglong Shenjun?"

"No," Xiao Ding asked, "what's the matter?"

"Some people say that I am Qinglong Shenjun," Meng Zhang said, "I want to know the background of Qinglong Shenjun."

Xiao Ding thought about it and said, "You can go to the library to look it up."

"The library?" Meng Zhangyuan passed by there several times when he was in awe, but he never went in, and he didn't know what it was for.

"The library in the city center," Xiao Ding thought he didn't know the location, "is just across the river to the north of the city, very close to the Sunshine Theater."

Instead of asking back and forth, find out: "Let's go now."

Xiao Ding: "Huh? This is not in my plan."

Meng Zhang: "Just for me."

Xiao Ding: "It's your business..."

Meng Zhang: "Thank you."

Xiao Ding: "I haven't agreed yet!"

Meng Zhang: "Have you ever thought about giving yourself a name?"

Xiao Ding: "Don't change the subject... Besides, I have a name, Xiao Ding."

Meng Zhang: "It's too perfunctory."

Xiao Ding: "Do you have a good suggestion?"

Meng Zhang: "How about Ding Xiaoche?"

Xiao Ding: "...can you be more perfunctory!!!"

Meng Zhang: "Well, that's it, Ding Xiaoche, I like it."

Xiao Ding: "..."

The white car changed direction silently and rushed to the city library.

Driver Ding, who was holding the steering wheel, said in his heart twice, Xiaoche, Ding Xiaoche, while expressing disgust.

A name is a very strange thing, if you don't have it, you don't have it. Once you have it, your whole heart will suddenly become full.

It seems that something that has been floating for a long time has landed and is stable.

A roadblock suddenly appeared in front of the car, and Xiao Ding slammed on the brakes!

Meng Zhang was still thinking about the library, but he didn't realize it for a while. When he saw the four people running over, he instinctively became invisible and returned to the state of primordial spirit.

The car door was opened, and the four of them could not help but throw Xiao Ding into the back seat, snatch the car, and then diverted to the Central Hospital!

The sun had just set and the lights were not on, so this group of foreigners moved very quickly.

But Shenjun Mengzhang, who was disturbed, was very unhappy.

In particular, they were very rude to Xiao Ding, pushing and shoving, very rude.

In the small car, there are five people + one Yuanshen. Although the Yuanshen does not take up space, it is midsummer and the weather is sultry. With the windows open, all the hot air blows in. When the windows are closed, it is unbearably suffocating. .

"Brother Wang, turn on the air conditioner." A man in the back row reminded the driver for the second time.

"It's early, there's no response, what a fucking car—" the driver patted the steering wheel angrily.

Xiao Ding frowned, and was about to say that my air conditioner was fine, when Meng Zhang raised his eyebrows slightly, with a look of contentment on his face.

Well, the god is not happy, and punish the rampant outsider.

He is a small fish, so he can only be dried up with the heat.

cool breeze.

It blows across the cheeks and neck without warning, bringing a burst of comfort.

Xiao Ding raised his head, and Meng Zhang floated between the driver's seat and the co-pilot, gently waving his hand to fan him.

Everyone in the car was sweating profusely, only Xiao Ding enjoyed the cool breeze all by himself.

In the wind, there is also a hint of sandalwood, which is refreshing.

Xiao Ding gave him a thankful look.

Shenjun bent his eyebrows and returned him a particularly nice smile.

Xiao Ding lowered his head and didn't want to go home at all, because he had to go to bed when he got home, and he would forget everything about today after going to sleep.

He didn't want to forget Meng Zhang.

When the car arrived at the pier, the boat had already been snatched away by someone who moved faster, so the group had to change their course and go to the bridge.Xiao Ding asked to get off the car and walked home.

Although those people were rude, they weren't completely cold-blooded, so I asked one more question: "Think about it? Don't think it's close to home, just walk a few steps to get there. Zombies are faster than you."

"It's okay," Xiao Ding quickly glanced at Meng Zhang, and said proudly, "I have a safety talisman."

Meng Zhang couldn't help it, and reached out to touch his head, but he forgot that he was still a soul, so he was in vain.

When Xiao Ding was sent home safely, he appeared on the ground and made up the second time unwillingly. Finally, he had a good touch and messed up his hair.

Xiao Ding stood there obediently and let him rub it: "Are all gods like you?"

Meng Zhang: "What kind?"

Xiao Ding: "Gentle."

Meng Zhang's men paused, and after a while, he firmly shook his head: "No, I'm the only one who is so good."

Xiao Ding nodded: "I think so."

Meng Zhang withdrew his palm, not at all guilty.

Although he has never seen other gods, and he doesn't even know where they are, he also knows how there is a better god in this world than Meng Zhang.

"I'm sorry," Xiaoding suddenly apologized, "I didn't accompany you to the library."

"It's okay," Meng Zhang really didn't care, "It's the same if we go tomorrow."

"But tomorrow..." Xiao Ding drooped his head in frustration, and muttered softly, "Tomorrow I will forget about you..."

Meng Zhang smiled, held his face in his hands, and kissed him on the forehead, the kiss was very light but extremely solemn: "You are in charge of silly music, I am in charge of remembering."

In the evening of the next day, in Xiaoding's car.

"Ghost ah ah ah—"

Meng Zhang covered his ears and explained in his own handwriting.

2 minute later.

"It's indeed mine, but... you're still very suspicious!!!"

Occasionally, I would meet Xiao Ding with multiple doubts like this, but the god Meng Zhang is not in vain.

The mobile phone recording is turned on, and Xiaoding's original voice is reproduced——

"My name is Xiaoding. God Meng Zhang is my best friend. I lose my memory every day, so I have to record this passage. Xiao Ding, please listen to me. Don't deny God Meng Zhang, and don't talk to the gods. Disrespect, otherwise you will be single for the rest of your life!"

It's a very weird thing to listen to yourself scolding yourself, that's because the person holding this evidence has a passable appearance... Well, my conscience hurts... Well, the appearance is very pleasing to the eye, so he can barely believe it.

but--

This curse is too vicious!How can you curse yourself like this for an outsider!

"Okay, I believe we are friends now," Xiao Ding looked at the handsome god in the fairy clothes fluttering in front of him unwillingly, and asked in a muffled voice, "Then what do you want to do?"

Meng Zhang leaned over from the co-pilot and helped driver Ding fasten his seat belt: "Go to the city library."

The journey was very peaceful, and Xiao Ding always felt that something should happen, such as someone borrowing a car, but there was nothing. In the end, the two arrived at the library smoothly.

It was already closed, and the inside of the museum was pitch black. Meng Zhang raised his sleeves, the door opened, the lights came on, and the security guard fell asleep. It was amazing.

What appeared in front of the two was a sea of ​​books.

Xiao Ding was just about to ask him what he was looking for, so that he could devote himself to the search, but Meng Zhang closed his eyes and his lips moved slightly.

Soon, there was the sound of books being taken out from some bookshelf in the depths, and then, a thin yellow booklet floated in front of Meng Zhang.

After a while, another book flew over.

In the end, more than a dozen books were hung in the air and neatly arranged in front of the two of them. Most of the names were "myth", "Taoism" and "ancient".

Shenjun nodded, and ended the induction of immortal power: "Those who have Qinglong Shenjun are here."

Xiao Ding just ignited a little bit of heart to do his best for his friends, and broke: "...Then why did you ask me!!!"

"I want to read it with you." Meng Zhang raised his hand, opened the first booklet, and after a few clicks, he came to the page with the words "Qinglong Shenjun".

"This is your background, not mine!" Xiao Ding complained, but still moved over curiously.

On the pages of the book, a green dragon coiled in the air, painted majesticly.The densely packed small characters under the picture explain that it is one of the four spirits of heaven and earth, Qinglong Shenjun, who was gradually anthropomorphized and given the title, Mengzhang Shenjun.

"I want to know who I am," Meng Zhang fixedly looked at the pages of the book, not missing every word, "I also want you to know me better."

Xiao Ding calmed down.

He probably understood Meng Zhang's intentions, but just because he understood, he inexplicably felt sorry for this god who had only known him for an evening.

What's the use of knowing it? If the written explanation and the recording are true, then he will forget it tomorrow. Is it possible that he still has to bring himself to the library every day?

Meng Zhangzai read more than a dozen books carefully from beginning to end.

Most of them are about the origin of Qinglong Shenjun, and there are also a few books about Taoist magic, which talk about how to invite Qinglong Shenjun for his own use, to cast down demons and exorcise evil spirits.

There are illustrations in almost every book, some of which are very imposing, with blue dragons rising out of the clouds, blowing thunder and suffocation, calling for wind and rain; but some are very perfunctory, drawing dragons like little snakes, which makes Meng Zhang slander endlessly.

Obviously the book is about me, but when Meng Zhang read it, he was not moved, but when he absorbed those words and images into his mind, and then revisited them, there was a strong resonance. Gradually, he really felt that he could rush to the clouds. Travel around the four worlds.

On the way back to Xiao Ding's house from the library, the car was robbed again.

Dodging the journey, but not the way back, Meng Zhang was also convinced.

As usual, he turned into a primordial spirit to accompany him.

Xiao Ding was thrown to the back row as always, pitifully.

But this time, the borrower met his opponent halfway.

Another group of foreigners also drove a car. It stands to reason that the two cars do not interfere with the river water.But they all wanted to snatch the boat at the pier, so a car, preemptively, threw away the stationery.

Stationery is a weapon used by outsiders to fight. It is a bit like fairy magic, but it is more diverse. Meng Zhang summed it up like this.

The battle continued to the pier, and a team was sent directly to the sky.

But the winning team didn't take much advantage, the car, out of control.

Seeing that the car was about to rush into the river, the four foreigners jumped out of the car immediately.

Xiao Ding couldn't react at all, but Meng Zhang couldn't let him drown with him. A gust of wind immediately swept him out and sent him to the ground steadily.

The car fell into the water, and the four fell to the ground, except Xiao Ding, who stood upright.

"Damn, did you see that he can fly!" Among the four, one shouted out first.

"I see," the other got up, and patted the dirt on his body with little concern, "There are zombies, is it strange that they can fly?"