The smile of the reborn king

In the afternoon, in the study room of the villa, Zheng Yi's mood had calmed down. He sat on the sofa carelessly, with a thick white gauze wrapped around his right hand, and casually supported his elbow on the armrest of the sofa. The old men with wrinkles as deep as poplar bark looked at each other.

Zheng Yi was not reconciled, but he pretended not to care and said on his face: "Mr. Mu is indeed a strange person. He ticked off all the annoying things in the junior's heart, and even the things that he didn't want to say. It's like hypnosis. You are an advanced hypnotist. Master, right? This junior really admires you very much. Who dares to provoke you, and the Central Intelligence Agency of the imperial court did not invite you to sit in charge?"

The old man on the opposite side is the immortal figure that Zheng Laolong took pains to make friends with. He was holding a dry pipe carved from some kind of wood, and wearing a rustic blue and black old robe. He looked like an old ghost who had just walked out of an ancient tomb.

After hearing Zheng Yi's words, Mr. Mu remained silent.

He took a sip of the dry tobacco and tapped the dry pipe into the ashtray. During the whole process, only his right hand moved, and his whole body remained in the original posture, like a stone sculpture. Looking at Zheng Yi's forehead and eyes, Lao La's pupils were so fierce that they seemed to be seduced by evil spirits.

Zheng Yi had been looking at him for so long, and his heart was a little hairy, and he had exhausted his patience, leaned back on the sofa, and asked aloud: "How is it, Mr. Mu, since you know everything, then Please also tell me, junior, what happened to those dreams that I can’t remember anything? What’s the meaning of that sudden and clear scene at the end? What’s the reason for the sadness that was imposed on my heart by others?”

Mr. Mu spoke this time, with a dry voice, like two pieces of dry wood rubbing together: "What do you think is going on?"

Zheng Yi's eyes darkened, and the corner of his mouth smiled bitterly: "The junior suspected at first that the boy named Lu Yu used poisonous poison, advanced hallucinogenic drugs, etc. to harm him, but after checking his information, he found that the actual Actually, it has nothing to do with him. Now, the younger generation suspects that there is another mysterious expert like you who knows certain methods, who is joking with the younger generation, and Lu Yu is just a tool used by the expert behind the scenes. But since If he is involved, this junior expects that if he gets in touch with him first, he will always be able to catch a certain clue from him and finally figure things out."

Speaking of this, he looked at Mr. Mu's expression and saw that his eyes and face did not change, as if he had been smiling since he was born and lived until now. He was not sure, resisted his impatience, and said : "Mr. Mu, this junior is really troubled now. This kind of... inexplicable picture and sadness can affect the rationality of the junior, making the junior feel insane, as if he loved him in the previous life. It is really weird. Especially When I saw him for the first time in the bar last night, when the junior saw him, he burst into tears for some reason, I haven't cried for many years, shit."

After a pause, seeing that Mr. Mu still didn't speak, he cursed secretly in his stomach, but on the surface he frowned and sighed and continued: "Of course, if you can really have a serious relationship with someone in reality, then the junior I really hope that it can be vigorous and vigorous, and the younger generation is willing to enjoy the love process! But now this kind of thing that has no process, blindfolded, blinded, and directly imposed on the body, even if it can be emotionally accommodated, it is really difficult. Accept it rationally, otherwise it will be like a puppet, don’t you think so? The younger generation has lived for more than [-] years, and his son can have a bunch of children in the first hundred years. What is it? Mr. Mu, my father invited you to come, and you can directly talk to the junior about how to eliminate this burden, and I ask you to..."

Mr. Mu listened silently to Zheng Yi's rhetoric, his expression unchanged, but he suddenly raised his hand and hit him on the head with a long wooden pipe. The blow made Zheng Yi dizzy and staring at his eyes.

Zheng Yi was attacked suddenly, even though he was very skilled in martial arts, he had no chance to evade. At this time, he was beaten until his head went black, he shook his head quickly, got up suddenly, and was about to get angry, but remembered the legend of the old man in front of him, so he had no choice but to hold back. Losing his temper, he squinted his eyes, forced the corners of his mouth to laugh and said in a low voice, "Mr. Mu, what do you mean by this? This junior knows that you are very skilled and have already reached the realm of perfection, but there is no need to be like this..."

Still smiling, Mr. Mu raised his hand and knocked him again.

Zheng Yi still couldn't dodge, he was so angry that his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he cursed secretly, "I'm stupid, old man".

This time he was completely angry, and he stopped pretending immediately, but he also had self-knowledge, knew that an attack would not happen, so he could only hide in a hurry, not being provoked, and if he could hide, he got up and rushed out the door.

Then, he suddenly witnessed the so-called qinggong in the legend!

Mr. Mu's old back was as thin as a skeleton supporting his robe, and he stood up straight in front of him, as fast as an old ghost flying around, the naked eye couldn't really see how he came, and he stopped him with a blink of an eye. out of his way.At most 1.7 meters thin and small, in front of Zheng Yi's 1.8 meters straight and strong body, he looked a little weak.

Zheng Yi saw that face a foot away in front of him was smiling like a flower, it was even uglier than Butler Xi, he couldn't help but took two steps back in shock, only then did he realize that he was really tender in front of this old ghost who had lived for a hundred years. After more than a week and a half, he seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, so he could barely calm down, relaxed his face, smiled softly, and said, "What else can Mr. Mu order? This junior will do his best to serve you."

Mr. Mu still stared straight at his forehead, brow, and eyes without blinking, then shook his head, and said in Putonghua in a dialect that he didn't know where, "Why are you angry, kid? Knock on your head to see if it is rotten, why do you want to get rid of such a good thing like smoking on the ancestral grave? You must have something wrong."

Zheng Yi is a man with good eyesight. Once he understands the strength of the enemy and himself, his tolerance is not so good. Besides, he really hopes to find out what happened to him sooner. Since this old man is a real person Yes, then you might as well listen carefully to what he has to say.

Thinking of this, Zheng Yi immediately restrained his temper, took the initiative to smile, and returned to the sofa naturally and generously. He didn't look embarrassed at all, but showed a free and easy demeanor, and sat down on the sofa , propped his elbows on the armrest of the sofa, and asked for instructions with a studious face: "You always talk about it, and the younger generation will listen attentively."

Mr. Mu walked back step by step, still sitting in the original position, this time he no longer looked at Zheng Yi, but closed his eyes a little tiredly, took a few puffs of dry cigarettes, opened his eyes, and knocked Zheng Yi into the ashtray Knocking the soot on the edge of the cigarette bag, his eyes are no longer sharp and intimidating, and the smiling expression on his face is no longer there.

His wrinkled old face became pale, and he said: "This is destiny. Everyone has a destiny. The previous destiny is of no use. The key is the future destiny. What do those rich and powerful people do?" Pray to Buddha and worship God? What do fortune tellers do? Isn’t it for the future fate?”

He spoke slowly, like an old farmer basking in the sun. Zheng Yi no longer underestimated him, and knew that he was explaining, but he was not impatient, so he continued: "I don't know if you touched it What kind of spiritual thing, just dreamed of a little fate in the future, no one can find the spiritual thing, no one can bind it, maybe it was a bird before, but it can become a handful of soil in the blink of an eye, ever-changing, through Ling Tongli, what the ancestors explained, you can't force it, this is a blessing, don't be ignorant of good and evil, and don't be dissatisfied."

Zheng Yi was stunned when he heard this, and wanted to not believe it, but he rationally thought about the cause and effect. It's not like he hasn't seen the hospital, physical examination, psychiatrist, etc...Combined with the weirdness of the wooden old man, and his own inner feelings Suspicious about ghosts and gods, he finally slowly accepted the fact of unknown origin, but——

"Spiritual thing? Future fate? I will..."

——In the future, will you really fall in love with that brat who has a bigger temper and stronger aura than me?Although I don't hate homosexuality very much, but I just followed the trend, I only twisted the ass of two beautiful boys, and I didn't even have sex, so I'm not gay, right?How could it be possible to really fall in love with a manly boy?Although that kid is a bit handsome... But wouldn't I be making myself feel uncomfortable?

Zheng Yi sat stiffly with a delicate expression.

The old man Mu spoke very slowly and very straightforwardly, enough for him to understand the meaning in time.

First of all, he knew that it wasn't someone behind his back to hurt him, and he was finally relieved from the bottom of his heart; second, he heard clearly that this was something that was about to happen in the future, and this time his heart arose again. up.

He used to be skeptical about ghosts and gods, but that was just a suspicion. Now that he was confirmed all of a sudden, Zheng Yi was really shocked, and kept thinking: In the future, I will really be with that person who looks gentle like a prince but is actually tyrannical. A heart-piercing love affair with a boy who looks like a lion?And in the end, that kid was shot to death by a fucking gun, leaving me alone in pain and grief... This thing happened, it was too weird and tragic.

Zheng Yi frowned and shook his head, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a little bit of emotion in his heart, maybe even he himself couldn't easily detect the secret joy and tenderness, even yearning, but he didn't have time to distract himself and think about it. In a flash of inspiration, I keenly grasped a few keywords!

He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Mr. Mu, when you talked about spiritual objects and fate, you said that I don't know what is good or bad. I can understand that, but what do you mean when you say that I am not not satisfied?"

Mr. Mu raised his eyes and glanced at him lightly. His eyes were not as sharp as before when he looked at the center of his brows. Instead, they were cloudy like a faint old man. He said slowly, "What else could it be? You have been dreaming for more than ten days. The scene stopped at the end. If you didn’t remember the previous dream, you didn’t remember it. But as long as you have done it, you have done it. As long as you can grasp this lifeline in the future, don’t deviate too much. It’s not impossible to recall it subtly and slowly. The dream of more than ten days, if you are really lucky enough to keep it in your head, you have to be able to predict how many things, you Think about it?"

Zheng Yi's eyes lit up fiercely when he heard this, and he immediately sat up straight!