Cat Demon and Hypnotized Urban

In the cold mourning hall, the sound of mourning and music gradually becomes solemn and stirring.

"All relatives and friends are invited to walk around the venue and express our condolences."

Liang Songyun's mother was holding the coffin, crying like rain, trembling and almost unable to stand still.Chu Yao took two steps forward to support her, but said nothing.

The white-haired man sends the black-haired man.

Chu Yao sighed secretly, and looked at the person lying inside—the cheeks were sunken due to the pain, making the cheekbones particularly prominent.That lonely face when they first met, but now there will be no change.

There were two female graduate students in the back who couldn't help feeling emotional, and sobbed softly.

The old man tremblingly grabbed Chu Yao's sleeve, and his choked voice sounded more like he was talking to himself: "Xiao Chu, you said he...why did he just..."

Chu Yao took out a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it into the old man's hand, and silently led the old man away slowly.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves mixed with paper money were rolled up all over the place.

On the boulevard, a group of people dressed in sackcloth and filial piety moved towards the largest mourning hall with great momentum.The sky was full of wind and clouds, and the white cloth banners trembled in the wind, directly invading the most bleak place in the heart of the heart.

The old man gradually stopped crying, closed his eyes tiredly, and followed Chu Yao's steps.

When he was about to reach the gate of the funeral parlor, the old man sighed and stopped.

"Thank you, Xiao Chu. You have taken care of him for so long." The old man held Chu Yao's hand tremblingly, "That child... has always been too lonely, never married, and has no children. It is good to have you students, really..."

"Don't say that. It's all I should do." Chu Yao shook his head, and calmly held the old man's hand.

The old man looked at a few students who came to see them off in black clothes, and could only say "thank you" in a murmur.

Not far away, a chartered driver shouted loudly, holding a cigarette: "Are you going to Jiuyun Road?"

"Ah Hong, please take Teacher Chen home first." Chu Yao handed the old man to a girl: "I haven't finished explaining about Teacher Liang. I have to go and see."

"En." The girl nodded and helped the old man.

"Xiao Chu has really worked hard on you." The old man's eyes were full of apology.

"It's okay. Be careful on the road." Chu Yao looked into her eyes sincerely, "I will visit you."

"Good boy... oh."

The old man turned away with mixed feelings.Chu Yao thought her eyes must be red again.

Several people helped the old man walk towards the chartered car.

Chu Yao watched the car leave the yard before getting into another car.

There are not too many people in FS on Tuesday afternoon.

Ban Su sat in the corner by the window as usual, and the two cups of coffee on the small round table in front of her quietly diffused the mist.

People come and go outside the window.The shopping housewife who returned home with a full load, the man in a suit who walked quickly but smiled, the high school student who skipped class and went out on a date, even if they can buy a cone together is a little happiness.

Madara thinks that everyone should have the self-awareness that makes them happy.Even if life is just for the sake of going on.

It's like self-hypnosis.

Have you ever heard of Hypnosis City?

There is this place?

What about the hypnosis area in Hypnosis City?

what?

Do not laugh.Here it is.

……

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Accidentally, I started talking to myself again.

Recently, I really don't know how to live.

Madara sighed, tore open the bag of sugar and poured it into the coffee opposite.

The sky seemed to darken again.

Just when Banxi was about to fall asleep, he finally saw that dog-like guy jumping out of a black car.

The hairstyle is meticulous, the suit is well-fitting and straight, and the handsome face makes even women feel inferior.

Chu Yao walked towards the coffee shop in stride, attracting nympho eyes from the little girls on the side of the road.

It's just to participate in a farewell ceremony, as for being so serious.Madara smiled secretly, thinking that this guy must still have a small white paper flower in his pocket.

Ignoring Ban Su's gloating smile, Chu Yao unbuttoned his suit expressionlessly, and sat down opposite him.

Ban Su grinned: "I can't see that you have a deep relationship with your teacher Liang."

Chu Yao raised his hand and took a small spoon to stir the cold coffee, and touched many unknown particles lying at the bottom of the cup.

"How much sugar did you put?" Chu Yao looked up at him, and had to admit that Ban Su's smile was uglier than crying.

"Eight or nine packs, not much—I said, if it wasn't for you, Liang Songyun would have lived for another five years at least."

Chu Yao said calmly: "He asked for it."

Bansu laughed even more happily: "Don't say you didn't use your hypnotism."

"I'm not here to discuss this with you." Chu Yao interrupted him impatiently, "Did the person you asked find it?"

"Tsk tsk. You'll boss me around." Ban Su took out a business card from her bag and threw it to him, "They're all here, just pick one."

Foreign executives.

Dental Indications.

Dean of the University English Department.

……

They are all such boring people.Chu Yao turned over a few more pages, stopped for a while on a famous musician's business card, thought about it, and turned it over.

"Humans are basically like this when they grow up to this age, and it's not like you don't know."

Han quilt. Editor-in-chief of "Lost" magazine.

"It's him." Chu Yao took out the kraft paper-colored business card, and put it in his pocket without looking up.

Madara opened her mouth in surprise: "Did you choose it based on the color?"

"what happened?"

Bansu narrowed her eyes strangely, and soon she was full of smiles: "It's nothing. I'm still working as the editor-in-chief of a niche fashion magazine at the age of 45. I didn't expect you to be interested in such a person."

"Liang Songyun is still a lecturer at the age of 50." Chu Yao turned his head away in disdain, and his tone became ambiguous, "I thought you knew me well enough."

Ban Su suddenly felt a chill behind her back, and coughed twice:

"Well... when are you going to find Han Qun?"

"Tomorrow? Maybe the day after tomorrow. What's the matter?"

"It's okay, it's okay...just ask."

Chu Yao thought that most of the next boring conversation would be like this, so he drank the coffee in one gulp, got up and said, "I'm leaving."

"and many more!"

Chu Yao turned around: "Is there anything else?"

Ban Su looked straight into Chu Yao's eyes, and paused every word seriously: "It is it. It wants to see you."

There was an eerie silence.It was so weird that it attracted the sideways attention of the girl at the next table who had been immersed in listening to the song and writing the questions.

Chu Yao buttoned the button silently: "Got it."

Twilight fell.In the faint afterglow, passers-by are hurrying.

Chu Yao didn't go home, but boarded the No. 124 bus directly.

According to legend, the longest bus line in Hypnosis City.Going around in circles from the south to the north, running through the major business districts and main roads in the urban area, it is not an exaggeration to call it the most cost-effective sightseeing route.

Going to see that guy, but it will take a long time.

When getting off at the stop before the terminal, Chu Yao realized that it was already dark.

The stars flickered playfully, and a crescent moon leaned against the late autumn night sky, as fragile as if sick.

There was no one around.

Chu Yao leaned against the stop sign, looking at the wide and quiet road.Two rows of street lights form a bright long dragon, guiding the vehicles traveling at night to go home or leave.

The yellowish street lamp shone into my heart, but it was a blur.

Chu Yao took out the business card from his pocket, and on the back was the awkward handwriting: "Looking for an English tutor".

This is not difficult.

The speeding bus blocked the light in front of Chu Yao.

Night Line 3.

Few people.

At this time, the only bus bound for the top of Sichong Mountain was going farther and farther away from the urban area.

The two girls in the front row leaned against each other, watching the scenery passing by outside the window together, laughing a few times or whispering something from time to time.Such enviable intimacy.

Young is so good.

Chu Yao smiled at the glass window as if mocking himself.

The bus is crawling on the winding mountain road with ease, and the turns always give people the illusion of turning over.It seemed that the shaky moment was the driver's intentional show off.

Always like this.Chu Yao thought.

After the last thrilling turn, the bus drove into the terminal.

The night wind is cool.

Looking up, the meager starlight has long disappeared.There seems to be a ghost in the air just around the corner.

Chu Yao walked back along the mountain road, and soon found the thick and ugly tree stump.

one.two.three.Four.Four more trees were counted forward.

It is here.

Chu Yao exhaled with relief, looked around, and straightened his shirt and suit cuffs.He took a step forward and walked into the woods in one direction.

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