I'm just a "little half fairy"

Nearly May, although the temperature difference between day and night is still relatively obvious, but the weather will not make people feel cold.

Yan Ting didn't sleep well at night, tossing and turning on the bed in a daze, the quilt made him fall to the ground and couldn't find his mother.

Vaguely, he seemed to see Xu Mowen coming from the door, slowly approaching him, picking up the quilt and covering him.

Just as he was about to say thank you, the person beside the bed suddenly sat down with a weird smile on his face, which made his scalp tingle.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Ting shrank back holding the quilt.

The other party didn't speak, but stared straight at him. The skin on his face began to loosen slowly, and his hair turned white a little bit, gradually turning into the appearance of an old man.

He still had a smile on his face, grinning from the corner of his ravine mouth all the way to his ears, and an old voice came out of his mouth: "Why don't you believe me?"

Seeing that those withered hands were about to pinch her neck, Yan Ting suddenly opened her eyes.

What lay before her eyes was the empty ceiling—it turned out to be a dream, Yan Ting breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that I received too much information yesterday and couldn't digest it for a while, so I had this strange dream.

Yan Ting turned on the phone, and the time showed that it was 43:[-] in the morning. He lay down again, wanting to sleep again, but found that his mind was occupied by Xu Mowen's words from yesterday, and he couldn't fall asleep anyway.

He could only get up and prepare to go out to buy some breakfast after washing up.

As soon as the door of the shop was opened, Xu Mowen walked over with soy milk and fried dough sticks.

He smiled and greeted himself with a perfect handsome face, which didn't quite fit with the horrible image in the dream with a dry face.

"What a coincidence, I was about to knock on the door." Xu Mowen held the soy milk in front of him, "Didn't you eat?"

"No...no," Yan Ting took the soy milk, "Thank you!"

Xu Mowen turned sideways and looked into the shop: "Aren't you going to let me in?"

"Oh, come in, let's eat together." Yan Ting patted his head, and pushed aside the image of the old man in his mind.

Xu Mowen looked at him worriedly: "Do you have a headache?"

"No, I just dreamed of something strange, and my mind is still a little foggy."

Xu Mowen put the fried dough sticks and soy milk on the table in Yan Ting's living room, went to the kitchen to get a plate and two bowls, put the fried dough sticks on the plate, and poured the soy milk into the bowl.

"The soy milk is a bit hot, so it will cool down faster...here, chopsticks."

Yan Ting took the chopsticks handed over by Xu Mowen, took a bite of a deep-fried dough stick, it was crispy and delicious.

He raised his head and glanced at the person opposite - Xu Mowen was scooping a spoonful of soy milk into his mouth, felt his gaze and raised his head and smiled slightly.

Yan Ting was stunned, he had to admit that although Xu Mowen's appearance always gave people a sense of nobility and inaccessibility, but Yan Ting counted the days they spent together, Xu Mowen had always maintained such a gentle and friendly attitude.

He didn't even see Xu Mowen get angry about anything - except yesterday when he went to save himself with scarlet eyes.

Yan Ting remembered the hug he couldn't help yesterday, and the way he apologized saying he was late.

Perhaps, the relationship between them is really closer than I imagined.

Yan Ting tried to speak: "You said that people have reincarnation, and you said that you are a long-lived person. Now you are so close to me, is it because you also knew me in your previous life?"

Yan Ting felt a little embarrassed when he said this - he was bitten to death and didn't believe it, but now when he asked, it seemed that he had already believed him.

But now he is not sure what kind of thoughts he has. He also thought that Xu Mowen would lie to him, but he hasn't found a reason for him to lie to him yet.

Fortunately, Xu Mowen didn't hold on to him, but said very calmly: "It's not just about knowing you, our relationship is extraordinary."

"Ah?" Yan Ting's nerves tightened, "We... can't be... that?"

Xu Mowen raised his head in doubt: "Which one?"

"Just..." Yan Ting didn't know how to speak, "That kind of...comrade relationship!"

"You mean, lover relationship?"

As soon as these words came out, half of Yan Ting's face was already red, he stumbled and said, "No, really?"

Xu Mowen hissed, squinted his eyes and approached from the opposite side: "Why, do you suffer from falling in love with me?"

Yan Ting quickly waved her hands: "No, no!"

But he had already started to shout in his heart: God, are you kidding me?

Although Xu Mowen is very handsome, but... he shouldn't be so easy to be turned around, right?What's worse, what if I have taken a fancy to someone's beauty and pestered him?Isn't it more embarrassing? !

When Yan Ting thought that Xu Mowen was so close to him because of their unusual relationship in their previous life, he couldn't bear to look at him.

So he buried his head and gulped down the soy milk, but the soy milk was quickly finished by him, so he could only pick up another deep-fried dough stick and chew it.

Xu Mowen was amused by his actions, and reminded him while laughing: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Yan Ting only nodded, but his movements did not slow down at all.

Xu Mowen could only say: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I only said that our relationship is extraordinary, and I didn't say it was a relationship of lovers."

Yan Ting raised her head abruptly, but coughed a few times: "Really?"

Xu Mowen nodded, but seeing Yan Ting relieved, he curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Hey, it seems that I'm still not attractive enough."

Yan Ting quickly explained: "Don't think too much, it's just that the amount of information is too much for me to accept for a while..."

"Oh," Xu Mowen picked at the fried dough sticks on the plate, "That means you can accept it in the future..."

Yan Ting: "..."

Brother, I just went through emotional ups and downs and it's already very difficult, do you still want to tease me?

"Where's Ruan Lin?" Xu Mowen asked suddenly.

"Sleeping in the room, staying up late yesterday to watch the replay of SL's concert."

"I've already watched it once, and I've even been to my idol's house, so why watch the replay?"

"You don't understand the world of star-chasing girls."

"You understand?"

"Do you think I understand?"

Xu Mowen smiled and gave Yan Ting the last fried dough stick.

"However, ordinary souls can be reincarnated after fulfilling their long-cherished wish. Why does she stay here?"

Yan Ting shook her head, very worried: "You think I don't want her to be reincarnated? The main reason is that she has no memory of her life, and she even forgot what she was angry with."

Xu Mowen thought for a moment after hearing this, and said to Yan Ting: "Ghosts can only stay in the world by resentment and unfulfilled last wishes. There are several possibilities for someone like Ruan Lin. One is that her memory before death was erased or her memory was erased by another A piece of memory was replaced, and there was also amnesia caused by a severe blow to the head before her death, which cannot be recovered for the time being."

"Well, I've thought about both of the two you mentioned," Yan Ting nodded, "If it's the first, I can help her recover, but I tried many methods and it didn't work. And her I also checked the head, and there is no scar."

"Then there is only the third possibility," Xu Mowen looked at him and said, "The reason why her soul has not disappeared is because her body is still alive in this world."

Yan Ting couldn't understand: "When a person dies, the body still lives in this world?"

"That's right," Xu Mowen looked serious, "Perhaps, there is another person living with her body."

Yan Ting's scalp felt numb after hearing this, he never thought of this possibility, it can be said that he never thought of it at all!

"This is called soul-changing art. It is a witchcraft that disappeared hundreds of years ago. The decent sects tried their best to suppress it. Later, they were afraid that someone would have a wrong idea, and even the records related to it were wiped out."

Yan Ting's knowledge increased, and she also had more questions: "Then how did you know?"

Xu Mowen paused, and said, "If I say that I am the leader of suppressing this kind of witchcraft, would you believe me?"

"It doesn't matter anymore," said Yan Tingsheng, "if this continues, I may not even believe that I am a human being. Listening to what you say will subvert the world view."

Xu Mowen laughed, stretched out his hand and tapped his head lightly with chopsticks: "Of course you are a human being, a real human being."

Yan Ting half-opened her mouth in a demented state: "Ah, that's it, thank you!"

Xu Mowen shook his head with a helpless smile, and put away the bowls and chopsticks: "Sit down for a while, I'll pack it up and take you somewhere."

Yan Ting regained her spirits immediately.

He excitedly fantasized a series of scenes in his mind, for example, Xu Mowen would take him to a place with a gate of time, through which he could see the time thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years ago; or maybe he would Show yourself a crater or something, and stay young forever by staying in it...

"Let's go." Xu Mowen looked at Yan Ting who was in a daze, and called him.

"Oh, let's go!"

Sitting in Xu Mowen's luxury car, Yan Ting couldn't help feeling: "Although I can't afford such a car anymore, it's worth it to ride a few more times in this life."

Xu Mowen said, "If you like it, I can give you one."

Yan Ting was stunned. What kind of overbearing CEO speech is this?

Seeing that Yan Ting was silent, Xu Mowen looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Yan Ting was shocked, "It's just you talking like this that makes me feel like I'm getting rich."

Xu Mowen lowered his head and chuckled a few times: "If you want to, it's not impossible."

Yan Ting hurriedly waved his hands and refused, Xu Mowen's brain circuit was so clear that he didn't know how to answer what he said.

The car drove out of the urban area and into a place with excellent scenery in the suburbs.

Through the window of the car, Yan Ting saw a field full of flowers. There was a small road among the thousands of flowers, just enough for the car to pass by.

Driving further in, Yan Ting saw a bamboo forest. After passing through the bamboo forest, there was an antique house.

The two-story building has white walls and black tiles, quite in the style of Huizhou architecture, and the courtyard covers a large area, surrounded by a large bamboo forest, which makes people unconsciously guess that the owner here is an elegant hermit.

"Is this your home?" Yan Ting asked.

Xu Mowen nodded in acquiescence.

"You are really rich, this house must be very expensive, right?"

"I don't have much money, and I bought this land decades ago, so it's not expensive."

Yan Ting took a look at the location and approximate floor area of ​​his house, and made some mental calculations, um, it was a place that he would never be able to afford in his life.

"How did you choose a place with such a beautiful view?"

"At the beginning, I just took a fancy to the feng shui here. I planted those flowers and bamboos later. I haven't managed them for more than ten years. I didn't expect them to grow very well."

"Oh..." Yan Ting nodded, "Wait a minute! You mean, the land outside is also yours?!"

"Yes."

Yan Ting died at the age of 22.

(joke)