The soul of the ex-husband

As soon as Xiao Qi woke up, he vaguely remembered that he felt Zhou Heng's breath before he came out of the server.

So Xiao Qi hung all his heart on Zhou Heng, while strangling Tata's neck to repair people, he turned his head and looked around the laboratory.

Then he saw Zhou Heng half lying on the sofa chair not far away for examination.Under the cold incandescent lamp, the stunningly handsome face is as white as snow.

Xiao Qi suddenly let go of his heart.

At this moment, Zhou Heng just raised his eyes.

The two looked at each other, and Zhou Heng raised the corners of his lips at him, but there was a bit of a smile on the surface.

Xiao Qi remembered that he "tricked" Zhou Heng into unhooking before the server was shut down, and he looked away guiltily, but he couldn't resist rubbing Tata's hair into a mess with his hands.

Tata howled like a pig.

In the noisy noise, there was also Pan Peter's sad sobbing.

At the other end of the machine, a female researcher was standing aside holding a stethoscope, watching the two handsome boys hug each other while hesitant to speak.

She was still waiting for a physical examination of Simon who had just woken up, but Peter Pan couldn't get off Simon, so she couldn't intervene.

Peter Pan wiped his snot and tears all over Simon's collar, his voice was hoarse, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Brother, brother, how can I live without you... woo...don't go to the bathroom alone anymore, especially Big night! Remember to call me before you go to the bathroom!"

In the end, he thumped Simon's back twice with hatred and distress.

The female researcher imagined the picture of these two going to the toilet arm in arm, and suddenly wanted to laugh, and she thought, isn't brother turning into sister?

But what made her even more unbelievable was that after two seconds of silence, the other cold-faced little brother nodded solemnly—"Yeah!"

Female researcher: "..."

Simon's eyes were flushed, and he felt a little scared, because Xie Zichun had a psychological shadow about going to the toilet alone, so it was rare for him to compromise on Peter Pan's wonderful suggestion.

Looking at Zhou Heng's seat, there is a circle of doctors and scientific researchers in white coats.

Since he is the president of Nightmare Tapir, Zhou Heng is treated with special care.

"Systolic blood pressure 126...normal..." "Diastolic blood pressure 68...normal..." "Heart rate—"

When the doctor moved the stethoscope to the position of Zhou Heng's left chest, the sound stopped abruptly.

empty!

The stethoscope was empty and silent.

The doctor thought the stethoscope was broken, and at the same time looked at Zhou Heng in surprise.

Zhou Heng glanced at him, his expression unchanged, but lowered his eyes a little, and glanced at the position of his heart.

"Sorry... forgot..." Zhou Heng said this very shallowly.

Then, before the doctor recovered from the shock, he heard a regular and steady heartbeat through the ear.

For some reason, there was a cold breath in the sound of the beating heart.

The doctor listened quietly for about half a minute, put away the stethoscope, looked strange, and stammered: "Heart rate 77, it's... normal."

He decided that he was nervous just now and must have made a mistake, but when he recalled the dead silence from the stethoscope just now, he still shuddered.

— as if examining a cold corpse.

At this moment, Zhou Heng waved back the people around him, sat up straight without hurrying, and smiled at the white coat: "Doctor, do I look normal?"

Being stared at by the man, the doctor was inexplicably cold, he couldn't help shivering, and lowered his face, not daring to look directly:

"Normal... Mr. Zhou is very normal..."

Zhou Heng got up, picked up a coat from the shelf next to him, put it on, and walked towards the dressing room.

The man kept his eyes on the whole time, and habitually maintained a calm smile, but he clearly revealed a detached temperament.

Even passing Xiao Qi and Tata, who were fighting, was like this.

Xiao Qi kept peeking at Xiao Qi's back, his mind shifted, his arms gradually loosened, and Tata turned around and got out of the shackles.

"Uncle Master!" Tata broke down while stroking her messy long hair, "Just kidding, don't mess with me like this!"

"It's worth it."

Xiao Qi was a little upset, he faced the direction of the locker room with his hands on his hips, ignoring Tata's jumping feet.

In the locker room, Zhou Heng was still wearing the lab coat he hadn't changed in time, standing in front of the sink, staring at himself in the mirror.

He looked at it, his upper body slowly leaning forward, the tip of his nose almost touched the cold mirror, his expression was a little critical and questioning, as if he was looking at a stranger.

After a long while, Zhou Heng raised his chin slightly and breathed a sigh of relief towards the mirror.

Everything seems to be the same.

But if you observe carefully and think about it again, everyone who sees this scene will feel a kind of coolness - the place on the mirror that has been breathed is not covered with fog as usual, but dry and dry.

That's right, a body that doesn't need to breathe, how can there be any breath?

Zhou Heng squeezed out a self-deprecating smile, faced the mirror, twisted his face strangely, and slammed his big hand on the mirror to block his face.

In the silent room, the voice was sinister and full of disgust:

"monster!"

***

A group of people left the door after seven o'clock at night, and returned home in the early morning.

Although the ghost hunt lasted less than two hours, everyone felt exhausted. Not only that, but some couldn't adapt to the time gap between virtual reality and reality.

On the grounds that it was too late today, Tata wanted to stay at Zhou Heng's house with shamelessness, and danced and made noise around Xiao Qi.

Xiao Qi was so sleepy that he rubbed his eyes, and had to endure Tata's noise, and said with a headache: "It's useless for you to beg me for this matter, and it's not my family, you should ask the head of the household for advice anyway."

Tata looked at Zhou Heng eagerly.

Zhou Heng entered the door, put the car keys on the shoe cabinet casually, and said, "Lin Wan will stay in the studio all night tonight, and his room can sleep one person."

After obtaining the consent, Tata said "yeah", and rushed to Lin Wan's room ahead of Pan Peter and Simon, and hurriedly said, "I'm going to bed first, and you guys should go to bed early too!"

Peter Pan dragged Simon to snatch the sofa, and said, "Then we'll sleep on the sofa, good night, uncle and master!"

Zhou Heng glanced at the two people on the not-so-spacious sofa, then glanced away, walked towards his room without saying anything.

Xiao Qi stood on the spot in a semi-confused state, and only later did he realize that his usual "bed" had been robbed by Pan Peter and Simon.

"You..." Xiao Qi stepped forward and was about to say something.

Peter Pan, who had already lay down at the speed of light, reached out and patted off the light in the living room: "Good night, uncle!!!"

"..."

Judging by the other party's appearance, it seems that he will not move his nest even if he dies.

Xiao Qi had no choice but to bite the bullet and push open the door of the master bedroom, and also put on his own pajamas.

Under Zhou Heng's calm gaze, Xiao Qi walked to the other side of the bed without changing his face, while changing his pajamas with lowered eyes, he said:

"I originally wanted to sleep outside, but suddenly I remembered that I promised you to sleep with you in the game, at least until your sleep problems are relieved, you don't have to look at me like this, I will do what I said, oh, yes, at that time It is a joke to say that you are a widow, because it is useless for you to stay, and I need to be distracted to take care of you, so I let you go in advance. If you are still angry about that, there is no need, I have come back, but If you want to hear my apology, it's not impossible, I'm sorry, I made you frightened, are you in a better mood? Can I go to bed now? "

After vomiting a long list like a cannonball, Xiao Qi raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Heng brightly, waiting for his reply.

There is a kind of integrity and cleanliness like a small white poplar, which is very attractive.

However, no matter how magnanimous Xiao Qi appeared on the surface, the clenched hand hanging by his side still revealed that he was vain at the moment.

Zhou Heng's face was still not as gentle as before, but there was already a relaxed smile in his eyes.

He could see Xiao Qi's nervousness and concern, otherwise he wouldn't have said so much like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

Zhou Heng slid into the quilt, turned his back to Xiao Qi's direction, and said, "Turn off the light."

"it is good."

Xiao Qi heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had escaped a disaster, he went to bed and lay down quickly, and turned off the light by the way.

The room was plunged into darkness.

One of them was lying on his back, the other was lying on his side, with a shallow distance between them.

Xiao Qi was a little cautious at first.

In reality, it was the first time he slept with Zhou Heng, and he still couldn't get used to it.

But gradually, in the familiar atmosphere, Xiao Qi's body relaxed.

Next to him, Zhou Heng didn't move, wondering if he fell asleep.

Xiao Qi pretended to be troubled, turned his face to look at Zhou Heng's back, and tentatively called out: "Male god..."

It's been a long time. "Um?"

"Do you know the art of ghosts and Gu?"

Zhou Heng stopped talking.

In the short silence, Xiao Qi felt more and more depressed.

Why is there a picture of refining ghosts in Zhou Heng's memory?

where is that well

Who is it that the woman wants him to look at carefully?What's the relationship with Day Balance?

Is all this true?Or was it that the unknown woman deceived him by using illusions.

In the end, why did he feel Zhou Heng's breath?

How did he come back...

When Xiao Qi was daydreaming wildly, he heard Zhou Heng's slightly tired voice, saying: "I've heard of it, my master talked about it before."

Xiao Qi knew that Zhou Heng was a teacher when he was young.

At that time, his parents moved their family to He Kingdom in order to avoid the evil god of the day clan, and at the same time, they found a famous local onmyoji to lead him to practice for day Heng, in order to ward off evil spirits and bring good fortune.

Xiao Qi's most commonly used nine-character mantra was taught by Zhou Heng nine years ago, but when he was young, he only learned the form and superficiality from Zhou Heng, which had no practical effect.

Xiao Qi still wanted to ask more questions, but Zhou Heng took the lead and said: "Go to sleep first, good night."

"Oh."

Xiao Qi expressed his understanding and stopped talking.

He was thinking about his thoughts, gradually unable to resist the drowsiness, and fell asleep.

On the other side of the bed, Zhou Heng closed his eyes listening to Xiao Qi's steady breath, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.

From then on, he never needed to sleep any more than he needed to breathe.

He didn't show his face on purpose, it's just that he was empty and couldn't be happy.

I can't feel the state of life, it seems to be back to the past, even worse than before.

Thinking of this, my heart became more and more empty.

However, Zhou Heng only allowed himself to be mourned for one night, and he quickly adjusted it the next morning.

When Xiao Qi woke up the next day, he saw Zhou Heng lying sideways on the pillow, looking at him smiling, his morning face was too beautiful.

"Morning." Zhou Heng twitched the corners of his lips.

"Morning...morning."

With the beauty at his side, Xiao Qi's face was a little hot, and he had never experienced this kind of dizzy intoxication.

Zhou Heng turned his head in the direction of the attached bathroom, and asked, "Then shall I take a shower first?"

They only did a simple rinse in the lab last night, and went to bed without further care when they came back.

"Okay... okay." Xiao Qi stammered, because he couldn't tell whether he was awake or not, and with the slightly curled hair, there was an unexpected softness.

Zhou Heng's palms were itchy, and he unconsciously twirled his fingertips, but he just smiled at Xiao Qi, got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Hearing the sound of splashing water coming from across the door, Xiao Qi straightened up and sat up on the bed, patted his hot cheeks, quietly calming down in the morning light.

I feel like I'm starting to lose my mind again.

***

Lin Wan stayed up all night in the studio to finish a painting.

When he dragged his exhausted body back home and saw Tata coming out of his room holding the wet towel on his head, he was stunned for a moment, then his face turned cold, he threw down his schoolbag, and the subwoofer said angrily, "Who made that You came into my room?"

Tata was taken aback. Seeing Lin Wan who suddenly appeared, she opened her mouth in astonishment for a long time, and said, "Why? I slept in your bed last night."

Lin Wan, like most artists, has a paranoid sense of monopoly on private space. Tata not only entered his room, but also slept in his bed, which drove him crazy.

"Who told you to sleep..."

He walked over in a fiery temper, and before he finished speaking, the door of the master bedroom opposite the guest room opened.

Xiao Qifa was slightly dripping, put on a set of refreshing casual clothes, and came out of Zhou Heng's room.

Lin Wan choked, and stared at Xiao Qi.

Tata was temporarily relieved, and ran away in a hurry, fearing that Lin Wan would find fault with her again.

Xiao Qi stood at the door, feeling uncomfortable being seen by Lin Wan, he didn't even say hello, and asked, "Why?"

Lin Wan frowned, and walked over, the subwoofer became even deeper, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Xiao Qi was confused by his attitude as if he had eaten a firecracker, so he took it for granted: "Didn't I live at your house for almost a semester? Amnesia?"

Of course Lin Wan didn't mean that, he wanted to ask Xiao Qi why he was in Zhou Heng's room.

However, Lin Wan had a delicate mind and immediately discovered something else.

Seeing Lin Wan move closer to Xiao Qi, after sniffing lightly, he raised his eyes to look gloomyly at Xiao Qi, and asked, "You smell like him?"

That faint woody scent.

Xiao Qi felt that Lin Wan was simply unreasonable, he frowned, and said, "It's your nose that committed the crime."

Lin Wan: "..."

Just when the two were confronting each other, the half-opened door behind Xiao Qi was pulled open.

Lin Wan raised her head and met Zhou Heng's eyes.

The moment Zhou Heng saw Lin Wan, his expression was calm, but seeing Xiao Qi turned his head to look at him at this moment, Zhou Heng immediately lowered his eyebrows and took a step behind Xiao Qi, as if he was afraid of Lin Wan.

No matter how you look at it, it seems that the concubine has met the master.

Xiao Qi immediately understood what was going on, looked at Lin Wan, and said angrily, "Go away, we last night..."

"We really didn't do anything last night." Zhou Heng was ahead of Xiao Qi and said in a low voice, "Believe me, even though you were not at home last night, Xiao Qi and I slept together for another night. But Xiao Qi..." He paused just right, wet his lips, smiled shyly, and said, "Xiao Qi took good care of my emotions, until the end...we still didn't do anything, we just slept for a while It's only late."

"..." Xiao Qi looked back at Zhou Heng hesitantly.

What do you mean until the end?

Until the last time when both of them fell asleep... huh...

Although he knew that Zhou Heng was trying his best to defend him, but those words sounded a little unclear, which made people think.

Lin Wan was already out of breath.

Xiao Qi shook off the thoughts that should not have been in his head, and said coldly to Lin Wan: "Did you hear that? Are you tired of being suspicious all day long?"

"Go and have breakfast." Zhou Heng said with one hand on Xiao Qi's shoulder, "I'll talk to him again."

After finishing speaking, he leaned close to Xiao's ear again, and whispered in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them: "You also know that he likes to dig into horns, so let me explain."

Xiao Qi felt that there was no need to explain.

But when he thought that Lin Wan was Zhou Heng's younger brother, and Zhou Heng was used to taking care of Lin Wan's emotions everywhere, the two brothers had their own way of getting along, and he, an outsider, had no position to interfere.

Xiao Qi gave a "hmm" and said: "Then hurry up, don't wait for the breakfast to be cold."

After Xiao Qi left.

Zhou Heng glanced at Lin Wan, waved his hands, and motioned silently for him to come over.

Lin Wan blushed, feeling deeply betrayed, but still reluctantly stepped forward.

"Smell it." Zhou Heng opened one side of his neckline and showed it generously to Lin Wan.

Lin Wan glanced at him inexplicably, and could smell it from a distance. The smell from Zhou Heng's body was the same as that smelled from Xiao Qi's body just now, but the man's own milky woody fragrance was stronger.

"Smell what?" Lin Wan said unhappily.

Zhou Heng sighed, and patiently explained: "I used your man's shower gel, and I slept in the same bed with your man, he crawled around in my arms last night, like a fluffy little rabbit .”

"..." Lin Wan choked with a lump in her throat.

"Not only did he sleep last night, he will sleep with me tonight, tomorrow night, and every night after that." Zhou Heng was already leaning against the door frame, playing with his nails with one hand in boredom.

Lin Wan trembled her lower lip, unable to make a sound.

"How is it?" Zhou Heng raised his eyes to look at Lin Wan, smiled politely, and said, "Are you angry?"

Lin Wan stubbornly pursed her lips, her eyes were slightly red, facing her brother's extremely insulting suppression, she was almost bullied and cried.

Zhou Heng, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, bent his back slightly, caught Lin Wan's gaze with great interest, and said, "You like to rob me so much?"

He stood upright, patted Lin Wan's shoulder with one hand, and said softly, "Can you beat me?"

Just like what he said to Xiao Qi, after the "explanation", Zhou Heng walked towards the living room while stretching gracefully and lazily.

Liu Linwan exploded silently on the spot.

The author has something to say: Lin Wan beat her chest and stomped her feet, crying bitterly: How angry!So angry!