Mr hell

"Why are you so depressed?" Wen Qian just came here, and saw the female ghost sitting obediently beside the worried Huaiqi. The picture was strangely harmonious. After putting her away effortlessly, he patted Huaiqi shoulder said, "Scared by her?"

"No." Huai Qi stared at his palm and said, "Jian Yisu was here just now."

"No wonder." Wen Qian handed him the charm bottle, sank his body into the sofa, and casually pulled up a piece of homework, and said, "Hey, have you finished eating the vegetables and meat I sent you a few days ago?" .”

"Too much, not yet."

Wen Qian said with a pointed smile: "Have you tasted those bottles of drinks inside, are they good?"

Huai Qi replied absent-mindedly: "No, it's all stored in the refrigerator."

"Okay, don't keep it for too long." Wen Qian said, "It's in case you need to relieve your worries."

"Master Dao," Huai Qi touched the bottle containing the female ghost, and asked, "I don't understand why she suddenly reappeared after she disappeared for so long."

"Let me sort it out for you," Wen Qian said, "When was the last time she appeared?"

"The day I met you, you only captured the ghost of that little boy."

"Be more precise."

"No matter how accurate..." Huai Qi tried hard to recall what happened that day, and said, "She was outside the window at that time, and when you knocked on the door, her movement also disappeared."

"Because she's afraid of me." Wen Qian knocked on the bottle cap containing the little boy's ghost, and the little boy jumped in the direction of his finger angrily, Wen Qian said, "When there are things around you that scare her , of course she won't show up."

"The thing she's afraid of" besides you, Taoist chief, isn't there only Jian Yisu. "

"But we are not always around you." Wen Qian said, "Think about any special people or things that appeared by your side during the time when the female ghost was not around, and then disappeared tonight? "

"There is one." Huai Qi suddenly felt a chill, because there was an obvious answer just opposite the door of his house.He replied: "My neighbor. "

Wen Qian met before: "That old man?"

"He moved into the apartment when I was renting at Brother Chen's house." Huai Qi said, "But he died today."

"What, dead?" Wen Qian looked towards the door subconsciously, and frowned, "Then you still dare to live here?"

His actions and tone made Huai Qi nervous all of a sudden, and he asked, "Ah!" Is he the one the female ghost is afraid of? "

"Eighty percent. Let me tell you, my intuition, which I have practiced in fortune-telling for many years, is [-]% accurate. I have long looked at his face and thought that this person is not very good. But there is nothing abnormal about him, and he is not a yin and yang person. I thought about it." Seeing that he is a bad old man with bad intentions, that's why I told you to be on guard against him." Wen Qian stretched out a finger and said, "It doesn't look so simple now, even ghosts are afraid of him."

He tapped the bottle containing the little girl's ghost again.The little girl was startled, and quietly floated to the corner of the bottle, while the little boy next to him reacted even more violently, lashing out at Wen Qian's hand.

"When you locked her in this room, she was always hiding in the bathroom." Wen Qian pushed the topic back to the day when you put away the girl's ghost, "Recall, when you opened the door and she jumped at you, what happened to her?" Is there more panic and asking for help in a different manner than before?"

"Is it because that old man moved across from my house at that time?" Huai Qi was hugged tightly at that time, so naturally he couldn't see the girl's ghost state, but since Wen Qian could clearly remember the details of that day, it should be There can be no mistake.Huai Qi clenched his fingers and asked, "But why are they afraid of that old man?"

Wen Qian shook his head, he said: "This is your business."

Hearing that Qian said "you", Huai Qi turned to look at him, remembering every revolving lantern and grotesque dream he had about the old man.

Dreams and fantasies are easy to dissipate, but these stubbornly persist in his mind, as if the real and ugly illnesses of the past are covered with a veil of illusory, struggling to shout, shout, trying to find in Huai Qi's mind. Memories that can be usurped.But there is nothing inside, and they suddenly float above the past, like aborigines who have no record or family.

Seeing the little girl curled up in the corner of the bottle, and the little boy unconsciously thrown at Chao Wenqian, "protecting his sister" seemed to have become part of his obsession in his soul.

Huai Qi remembered the fruit knife on the keychain.

Huai Qi finally realized clearly that he handed the knife to the little boy himself.And the obsession of "protecting my sister" was also engraved on him with one sentence - "Listen, you are a brother, you must hold this knife tightly and protect your sister."

Huai Qi said: "Their deaths have something to do with me."

Wen Qian: "You remember?"

Huai Qi shook his head, he held his forehead, and said, "Master Daoist, I may need to thoroughly recall my childhood. "

……

Besides his father, there is also a mother at the end of his memories.

He is afraid of being called out by his mother, which means that he has done something wrong.

Usually, he doesn't realize what he did wrong, and he can only hold his index finger, holding a Mathematics Olympiad test paper covered in many red handwritings, and stand with his head bowed in front of the desk.

In Xiao Huaiqi's consciousness, being stupid is a sin, and being stupid will make him stand as a punishment.

But he really didn't understand what those numbers and mathematical symbols represented, and sometimes he couldn't even read the Chinese characters in question.He could only say "I won't" in a trembling voice when the teacher and mother let himself put these things together.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make up for the gap in intelligence. In vain, it was like the doctor's sigh when his mother took him through the troublesome and lengthy test. He said, "Don't try, your child's IQ is very ordinary."

Ordinary is probably his euphemism - because Huai Qi's name is always counted backwards in the class.

……

Huai Qi, who came back here, frowned. He opened his eyes, got out of bed, opened the drawer, and found several sets of final exam papers with full marks in advanced mathematics and line algebra, as well as a certificate of a college student's Mathematical Olympiad.

He understands the gap between talent and hard work.In the subjects he is good at, he is learning almost by feeling, and he can master the rest with just a few types of questions.But in the field he is not good at, he has to go through a lot of questions and reading to extract a little bit of clumsy rules.

He originally thought that his sensitivity to numbers was his talent, but memories told him that Xiao Huaiqi was a child with "normal" intelligence.

Although Huaiqi doesn't believe that IQ determines everything, but with the self in memory, it will definitely be very difficult to achieve the current state through hard work alone.

Is "intelligence quotient" the same as memory, can it be bestowed the day after tomorrow?

……

The mother is beautiful, cold, and proud.She seems to be engaged in some high-end scientific and technological research work. Her pursuit of intelligence is greater than emotion, and she has the same strict requirements for Huaiqi as she does for herself.

The test results made her disappointed with Huaiqi, and even more disappointed with herself.

But the mother's face is always indifferent, her emotions are inexpressible, her emotions are restrained and forbearing.Usually, just a look or a slight change in expression makes Huai Qi feel pressured, and Huai Qi will lower his head deeply in front of her.

An ordinary home is like a piece of ice that has no popularity, and it will be warmer only when my father returns from the sea.Although a cluster of red roses appeared in their home every romantic holiday, its color couldn't break the ice cubes of the whole house.Mother would change the water for roses, and would say a rare and gentle "thank you" to father.But in Huaiqi's eyes, they were like a pair of polite strangers.

Father and mother would occasionally argue over him.But unlike the hysterical quarrels in the market, mother and father are like two barrels filled with gunpowder, just standing there quietly, without violent words or actions.Huaiqi, the little flame, was almost extinguished in fear.

The father's voice is very gentle, and the mother's voice is very cold.Mixed together, it's like a crisp countdown.

After the parents divorced, the mother did not fight for the property, and was also given up the custody of Huaiqi.Huai Qi has been living with his father.His father is gentle and gentle, and his words are humorous. Huai Qi will not be afraid or nervous about him. After living with him, Huai Qi's heart, which has been closed for many years, is slowly opening up. He thinks that he and his father have gradually forgotten the one who often wears plain mother in colored clothes.

She is like winter, when it appears in my mind, it is dead white and bitingly cold.But if you think about it carefully, there is a warm fire in this world of ice and snow that is not available in other seasons. When those who admire her are immersed in the fantasy of the red clay stove, she will tell you in time that all this is just for the spectators. It's just a fantasy, just.

Until one time when his father got drunk, he stared at the expressionless Xiao Huaiqi in silence for a long time, and sighed self-deprecatingly——

"You and her are really carved out of the same mold. To me, you can't even smile."

Does "she" refer to the mother?Xiao Huaiqi looked at his father, who was smelling of alcohol, pinching his cheek in a daze, unable to laugh.

He found that he was the same as his father, how could he never forget the mother who gave him awe and a barrier.

……

"Where is my mother now?" Huai Qi asked grandma like this while standing in front of the tombstone which was much shorter than him.

The picture in my memory is old yellow, Huai lives in a cemetery in the countryside, surrounded by raised mounds and forests of stone monuments, it is like an insignificant pimple on the body of Death.He was facing the stele engraved with his father's name, the surname on it was different from his own, and his grandmother had explained to him that he followed his mother's surname.

Grandma lit yellow rice paper in front of the grave and sighed, "Your mother died the year you were born."

Huai Qi frowned and said, "What?"

Grandma froze, she raised her head and glanced at Huai Qi, as if avoiding something, handed Huai Qi a bowl, and said, "Don't ask, pour wine for your dad."

……

It was as if a sharp spear struck the shield with a "Zi La" in his mind, and the ear-piercing sound made Huai Qi wake up all of a sudden.

He sat up on the bed, glanced at the three little ghost bottles on the head of the bed, and was very preoccupied.

Because the old man's death was too strange, in order to prevent any mistakes tonight, Wen Qian dutifully fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.Huai Qi woke up at midnight, pulled out another thin quilt, and went to cover Wen Daochang.He poured another cup of hot water and brought it back to the bedroom.

Huai Qi looked back at what he had just remembered, and found that the lack of facial expressions was indeed something he was born with.

Huai Qi looked at the ceiling, trying to find some memories by following the clues.But backtracking hit a wall again, and I couldn't go any further.

He turned on his phone and found that there were unread messages from two people.

The first person is Yu Chihe.She said: "I saw the drone performance in the Art Square, is that you in HQ?"

"Jian Shuo also took great pains to find you. It was as if he was proposing a marriage. This scene made my heart flutter. Tsk, he is not afraid that the teacher in charge will find out that he is using public possessions for private purposes."

Huaiqi: "..."

""But more than half of the drones belong to his family, and they are not considered private. "

"I've been thinking about it for a long time. I'm afraid that if you change your mind and want to switch to Jian Shuo, the team will worry about my agreement and cause some psychological burden, so I came here to tell you that it's okay. The direction is originally up to you to decide ——Although I am very unwilling, if you really do not change your will from the bottom of your heart, I will be more happy."

"Haha, just kidding. If you wake up and see this message and make a decision, just reply to me, and I will help you move your information to his team."

"Good night."

Huai Qi bit his lower lip, her free and easy words reminded him of Jian Yisu's words, so he slowly typed a sentence in the input box: "I" want to go to Jian Shuo's senior team. "

He glanced at the time, afraid of disturbing Yu Chihe's rest, so he didn't click send for the time being.

A message from a second person is a friend verification.

"Hello, I'm Chinese 1902 Gu Qian."