After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

This time, Zhang Wubing carefully selected many alternative locations.

After the Yinbing borrowed the way and the Changshou Village incident, Zhang Wubing, who wanted to cry but had no tears, felt that he had been deeply hurt.

He said that he did not expect that even the location given by the official was so unreliable, two incidents happened in succession, it was presumptuous of him to trust the other party so much.

When Zhang Wubing called Daoist Ma, the more he talked, the more wronged he became, and his voice was full of tears.

Daoist Ma: "Ah..."

He touched his chin and pondered for a long time. He wanted to tell the truth, but he was afraid that Zhang Wubing's heart would be hurt and he would really cry, so he hesitated for a long time before he said, "Director Zhang, have you ever thought about it? possibility."

"that is."

Daoist Ma said tactfully: "Is there a possibility? It's not an official issue in the southern region, but... Director Zhang, your physique is indeed one in a million."

Zhang Wubing was stunned.

He knows what kind of physique he is. After all, he has been used to it for so many years.

But Zhang Wubing didn't expect that even serious official affairs could be affected by his physique.

Hearing the choking sound coming from the phone, Daoist Ma was very sympathetic, but he still made up for it.

"Actually, if Director Zhang first asked me to count Changshou Village, if he didn't encounter Yin soldiers on the road to make an excuse, but went directly to Changshou Village, the program team would not encounter such a cruel thing. At most, they would feel that It's a little strange, and I can't remember exactly what happened in Changshou Village, but I will come back so smoothly."

Daoist Ma said honestly: "Although I am not very accurate in fortune-telling, it is actually okay, but it is not as good as other Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple. So Director Zhang can also trust me, after all, at that time, the winter solstice was still far away. some time."

"After Haiyun Temple cleaned Nanming Mountain, it was also discovered that there were four yin and yang alternations, and the four most distinct solar terms in the world. The sacrifices were held there. This time, it happened to be the Winter Solstice Festival."

As Taoist Ma talked, he felt a little sympathetic to Zhang Wubing.

"It happened that the Yin soldiers encountered an excuse on the highway, which delayed a while, so when Zhang guided you to Changshou Village, you just caught up with the Winter Solstice Festival. The false god of Nanming Mountain is in urgent need of strength, so he won't let anyone go. .”

Daoist Ma was a little unconvinced at first, and felt that his fortune-telling was actually not that bad.

Especially after he and several other Taoist priests cleaned up the residual filth in Nanming Mountain, and according to the words of the rescued sisters in Nanming Mountain, he also discovered the most dangerous time in Changshou Village. In fact, there are only four days in a year. .

If they came to Longevity Village at other times, they would be kept until the solar terms. At least there would be a safe period of time, and they would not encounter rotting corpses so quickly.

But Zhang Wubing was so unlucky.

If Zhang Wubing set off according to the time given by the official in the southern region, it would not be so dangerous.And Daoist Ma's hexagrams at that time were indeed not wrong.

The only thing wrong was probably Zhang Wubing's luck.

Daoist Ma has dealt with evil spirits all year round, and he has also seen many unlucky people whose luck was affected by ghost energy.Because the horoscope is light, or because there are ancestors who ate food in the underworld, they can see ghosts or be entangled by ghosts. I have seen many people.

But it was the first time Daoist Ma saw someone like Zhang Wubing who bumped into three ghosts with one step.

For a while, Daoist Ma, who originally wanted to prove himself, felt more and more that Zhang Wubing was out of luck.

As for Zhang Wubing, he was already dumbfounded by what he heard, holding his phone blankly and not speaking.

Daoist Ma was worried and called Zhang Wubing a few more times, Zhang Wubing recovered from his sobs, and asked in a trembling voice: "Daoist Ma, then, Daoist Song said before that, there is a ghost city in my life."

Zhang Wubing's voice couldn't suppress his crying: "Could it be that the meaning of these words is that I want to see all these ghosts in my life?"

Daoist Ma carefully organized his words, and said tactfully: "Director Zhang, why don't you... contact Junior Brother Yan more often?"

Zhang Wubing understood the meaning of Ma Daochang's words, that is, let him hold Yan Shixun's thigh tightly for the rest of his life, and never let go, so as to save his life.

As for the deeper meaning...

Ma Daochang is euphemistically admitting the truth of Song Daochang's words.

Zhang Wubing cried "Wang Ji", the kind that no one can coax.

Daoist Ma was in a hurry to comfort him for a while, and promised that as long as he had time this time, he would definitely recommend the Taoist priest who is particularly good at divination in Haiyun Temple to Zhang Wubing, and ask the Taoist priest who is good at divination to help Zhang Wubing calculate this time itinerary.

Only then was Zhang Wubing reluctantly appeased.

When he hung up the phone, Daoist Ma slumped back and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling really tired.

There was a creaking sound of begging for mercy from outside the room, and the wind rushed all the way.

"Master, wow, don't hit, don't hit, if you hit your favorite little star again, it won't be able to flash. Huh, I'll recite the book, I really recite it! Master, you can't use Jing Xiaobao as a reference. , Brother Yan, no, Uncle Yan is even worse! Those are all evil ghosts, how can I compare them!"

The sound went from far to near, and from near to far.

When Daoist Ma heard the voice and looked up, he happened to see the last touch of strong color "嗖!" in the past, and the wind brought up all the broken hair on the side of his temples, "pop!" on his own face.

Daoist Ma: "..."

He helplessly raised his hand to tidy up the broken hair, and from the image that was just blown by the wind as if he had fled, he returned to the neat appearance of a Taoist priest.

With that color, Lu Xingxing must have run away.

After all, among all the Taoist priests in the entire Haiyun Temple, only Lu Xingxing can dress so brightly, which perfectly fits his status as an independent musician.

Behind Lu Xingxing, Song Yichang roared and chased after him.

"Stand there for me! Run away!"

As soon as Ma Daochang heard Song Yichang's voice, he quickly pushed the window and jumped out, stopping Song Yichang.

Anyway, Lu Xingxing is also the nephew he watched growing up. Although he is a little stupid, he is cute, and he is always smiling, which makes people feel good when he sees it.

So Taoist Ma thought about it, and still felt that Lu Xingxing had to be saved.

Otherwise, you won't be able to see the cute appearance of Lu Xingxing playing treasure in the future.

"Song Daochang, Senior Brother Song, it's alright."

Daoist Ma stood on the road that Song Yichang had to pass, separated the master and apprentice on both sides, and said with a helpless smile: "Calm down, can you still kill Xing Xing?"

Song Daochang's originally serious face was gloomy, and he looked even more terrifying.

Hearing Ma Daochang's words, he snorted coldly, but he still didn't continue to chase Lu Xingxing.

Song Yichang twisted the bright thin sword in his hand into a beautiful sword flower, put the sword behind his back, and let it go.

The blade trembled slightly, causing a buzz in the air.

Lu Xingxing, who was quietly hiding not far away, felt terrified just hearing the sound.

He patted his chest, thinking that this time he would avoid a beating, and for a moment he looked at Taoist Ma with adoration in his eyes.

Lu Xingxing: Uncle Ma, good man, a good man will have a safe life!

But although Daoist Song listened to Daoist Ma's words and didn't continue to chase, he still hated that iron could not be made into steel, and gritted his teeth bitterly, "You can't carve rotten wood!"

"Daozhang Ma, you don't know that when Xing Xing was in Nanming Mountain, the magic charm actually took effect."

Song Daochang said proudly and regretfully: "He actually managed to borrow divine power to enter his body. This is a rare thing among Taoist priests of their generation."

"You said, with such a talent, how can I not be in a hurry?"

Song Yichang sighed: "You shouldn't believe his laoshizi's nonsense, saying that making music and pursuing freedom is also practicing Taoism."

Daoist Ma was surprised at first, and then suddenly realized: "No wonder he was able to protect everyone in the program group successfully when Junior Brother Yan was away when he was in Changshou Village. When all of us lost consciousness, Xing Xing was the only one. Still staying awake, it turned out to be the reason for asking for divine power."

Thinking about it this way, Daoist Ma, who thought "Xing Xing is just a child, don't beat him up", suddenly changed his mind, thinking "Lu Xingxing is still a child, don't let him go".

Daoist Ma turned his head thoughtfully, and looked in the direction where Lu Xingxing was running.

Although Lu Xingxing knew that Daoist Ma couldn't see him hiding behind the house, but when he saw Daoist Ma's eyes, he was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and he hurriedly ran away on tiptoe.

Lu Xingxing: Slip it, I can't stand this view anymore, everyone wants to beat me up QAQ.

"This matter is actually my fault. If my injury had healed sooner, I would have been able to go to Nanming Mountain. Perhaps you would not have to go through such a crisis."

Song Daochang sighed, and asked Ma Daochang about the current situation of Nanming Mountain with concern.

Although Song Daochang did not actually enter Nanming Mountain when the Nanming Mountain disaster happened decades ago, it was still a big event that was piled on the hearts of everyone in Haiyun Temple.

This time, no one expected that the program team went to Changshou Village, but they resolved the matter of Nanming Mountain in time before the winter solstice, so that the disaster did not expand further.

Ma Daochang also talked about the two sisters who were orphans in Nancun.

When the priests were investigating Nanming Mountain, the sisters gave them a lot of help and even took them to the burial site.

There are also many basements hidden under the ruins of small wooden buildings. It was my sister who opened the door with a key, so that the corpses and utensils piled up in the basement can be seen again.

This allowed the priests to search out a lot of things that belonged to the master, as well as the handwriting that densely recorded the sorcery of Nanming Mountain.

Whether it is a sacrificial vessel or a handwritten book, the insidious means recorded and used made the priests gasp. I didn't expect the master to be so vicious. This is beyond human limits. Even ghosts are stronger than the master. Has a taste.

But after anger, what follows is fear.

In the letter written by Shigong himself, his original plan and the purpose of each step are clearly recorded, including what kind of height he can achieve after the last winter solstice festival, there are detailed analysis and records.

These beautiful handwriting made the priests feel cold all over.

If Shigong really succeeds, it will be to seize the Dao and rule the world.

However, if such a vicious and distorted person who doesn't respect life at all, if he really controls the world...

The priests couldn't imagine how tragic it would be.

Even for the so-called Peach Blossom Spring free from all pain and sorrow, the Master Guild may turn all living beings into monsters that are neither alive nor dead.

Even though Daoist Song didn't see such a situation with his own eyes, just listening to Daoist Ma's description, he felt anger burning in his heart.

"What about the two sisters? How are they doing?"

Song Daochang heard that Daoist Ma said that the two sisters had no relatives, had been raised by their master since birth, and had never been out of Nanming Mountain, so he couldn't help asking with concern.

"If they have any difficulties, or if they are afraid of being looked at differently by others, they can also come to Haiyun Temple. They helped Haiyun Temple, and we have to repay the karma."

Song Daochang said: "Our Haiyun Temple has no taboos about messing around. It doesn't matter whether they are male or female. They can live in Haiyun Temple. If they don't like it, they can also live in the village at the foot of the mountain. If you want to study, Haiyun Guan sends them to school, if you don’t want to contact outsiders, you can also study with the little Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple.”

Although Song Daochang is not angry and pretentious, he always looks serious, often frightening people even subconsciously lower their voices, and behave like a dumpling in front of him.

But in fact, Song Yichang thought things through very carefully, and had already thought out all the ways for the sisters, helping them as much as possible without making them feel uncomfortable.

Hearing this, Daoist Ma was stunned at first, and then said dumbfoundedly: "Don't worry, Junior Brother Yan has already made arrangements."

The two sisters have no nostalgia for Nanming Mountain, but they have deep feelings for the proprietress of the homestay outside the mountain.

They grew up without any female elders, not even the normal childhood that children should have.

As long as they can remember, they have been dealing with dead bodies.

Even many corpses in Changshou Village who failed to "resurrect" were disposed of by their hands.

Even though they were only adults, they didn't even blink their eyes when faced with dead bodies and rotting stench.

Even the younger sister, who was relatively timid, could scrape off the flesh of the dead body bit by bit with bare hands without changing her face, and then threw the bones into the river.

No one can help them, or tell them what is right.

Except for them hugging each other to keep warm and supporting each other to walk down together, the only person who gave them warmth was the hostess of the hotel.

They were very young that year, only six years old.

After the ceremony, the older sister took the younger sister and quietly took the opportunity to leave Nanming Mountain, originally wanting to escape from Master's control.

But when I walked to the mountain pass, my sister saw yellow and white chrysanthemums growing outside the mountain.

This means that they can't get out of Shigong's control at all, it just depends on whether Shigong wants to call them back.

Just like a small animal raised at home, even if it runs around in the fence, the owner will only feel that the small animal is lively and look at it with a cheerful smile.

At that moment, my sister's heart was ashamed, and she had the idea of ​​taking her sister to jump into the river to end her life.

But it was seen by the proprietress.

The proprietress saw that the two little girls were dressed in rags, layers of clothes were layered on their bodies, as if they were ripped from a pile of dead people, and even their little feet covered in mud and dirt were frozen and blue. None of them were wearing shoes, and they were bleeding from the stones in the mountains.

The two sisters huddled together by the mountain pass, shivering in the cold wind.

The boss's heart is about to break.

She quickly took the two children home, fed them hot water and food, washed their feet and put on new shoes, and took out her old clothes and changed them for the two girls.

That was the first time the two sisters were hugged in such a warm embrace since they were born.

The younger sister even cried out, wanting to stay in the homestay and not wanting to leave.

But my sister is very clear that if the two of them don't go back, once the teacher finds out, the boss' wife will be involved and she will be threatened.

So, the elder sister thanked the proprietress, and took the younger sister to leave.

But after the next festival, he reappeared outside the homestay.

There was still a handful of fabric in his hand.

The elder sister solemnly told the proprietress that this is the handiwork of the two sisters, and can be used as a reward for the proprietress to change clothes and other things.

In addition, my sister actually wants to make these fabrics with special effects woven according to inheritance to protect the safety of the proprietress.

However, the proprietress didn't know about it.

She just felt soft-hearted that the two sisters were too pitiful, so even though she didn't think the fabrics could really be sold for money, she still took it and gave the two sisters more things.

For more than ten years, the proprietress has always assumed the role of the "mother" of the two sisters, caring for them and preventing them from becoming numb and ignoring life like the master.

The kindness of the two sisters was given by the proprietress.

Therefore, after hearing from the rescue team that there was an accident in the homestay area outside the mountain and the proprietress almost died, my sister was so angry that she almost wanted to rush back to Nanming Mountain to whip the dead master.

Yan Shixun saw the feelings between the two sisters and the proprietress, so he told the two sisters that since they like the proprietress, they should live with her and stay by her side to protect her safety.

Also let the proprietress come to warm the lives of the two sisters.

Because the owner of the homestay went to the mountains to fetch water all the year round, the vitality he gained had exceeded his original limit, so when he settled the cause and effect, he directly lost his life.

When the rescue team and the program team were still in the mountains, the owner of the homestay, who was suppressed by the rescue team outside the mountain, quickly cracked and bled, and his whole body exploded into a bloody mess to death.

And the proprietress also lost her only relative.

Her original family was a mess, and since she resolutely left after she became an adult, there is no possibility of going back.

She has been running a homestay outside Nanming Mountain for many years, and she has already regarded this place as her home.

The husband died so tragically, and after knowing that the husband was just entered by evil spirits and did not really want to kill her out of her own will, the proprietress cried loudly, lonely and panicked.

The arrival of the two sisters just made up for the loneliness of the proprietress.

The proprietress did not expect that her kindness saved her life.

Neither did the sisters expect that their gratitude would return by bringing them a home.

The three hugged each other and cried, and then decided to stay outside Nanming Mountain, run a homestay together, and live a peaceful and happy life here.

"Because they were grateful for Junior Brother Yan's help, the two sisters knew everything they wanted to say, and shook off the master's old background. They also said that as long as it is about Nanming Mountain, we can find them without any hesitation. This is The only thing they can do to thank Junior Brother Yan."

Daoist Ma shook his head with a laugh, and said with emotion: "Master, this is the death that can't die anymore, don't think about any chance of making a comeback."

Song Daochang heard such a happy ending, his originally serious face softened, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

He said in a gentle voice: "My injury is almost healed. If something happens to Junior Brother Yan and the others this time, I will be the first to arrive..."

"Shut up!"

Daoist Ma stopped Song Daochang in horror: "What are you talking about, don't say it! What if the gods of heaven and earth hear it and think it is your wish, so what if it comes true!"

The two priests also realized something, and turned their heads to look aside in unison.

Fortunately, because this is the backyard of Haiyun Temple, there are no statues of gods or paintings of the ancestors.

In the wing room, there is only one ebony sculpture that is so old that it has been abandoned for a long time.

The dark and scratched face could not be seen as a statue of any god or spirit.

However, the hand-length ebony statue was placed on the table, already covered with dust, and was forgotten in this room where no one would come for a long time.

Daoist Ma glanced at it, and had a general impression. It seemed that some pilgrim said that he didn't dare to handle the statue without authorization, so he brought it to Haiyun Temple and asked the Taoist priest to help him deal with it.

However, I don't know which Taoist leader took over at that time, but he just threw it here.Did you forget, or was something delayed?

This thought just crossed Daoist Ma's mind, and he immediately threw it behind him and didn't take it to heart.

"It's a good thing you didn't say that in the main hall."

Daoist Ma let out a breath, and his beating heart slowly returned to normal: "Fortunately, I didn't say it in front of the statue, otherwise talking nonsense would be a bad thing."

Song Daochang also held the knot seal in frustration, bowed deeply to the sky and saluted, and then quickly recited the mouth-cleaning mantra in a low voice, erasing the wrong words just now.

"Director Zhang Wubing, have you decided where to go next time?"

Song Daochang said: "Seeing that the closing of the new year is coming, according to past experience, there must be a lot of pilgrims who come to Guanli to offer incense and pray for blessings. People go to director Zhang Wubing."

As one of the most well-known Taoist temples in China, Haiyun Temple is well-known for its efficacy and true talents.As long as it is open, there will be an endless stream of believers who come to ask for help or offer incense.

Moreover, because Haiyun Temple has been rooted in Binhai City for a hundred years, this metropolis, which has always been amazed by the fusion of old and new, also has a tradition of worshiping Haiyun Temple during festivals.

Many people’s childhood memories of the Chinese New Year are being led by their parents, going up the mountain to see the first incense stick in the New Year at Haiyun Temple, and doing the first ceremony of wishing you to spread blessings for the citizens.

Both adults and children happily reached out to receive the red paper sprinkled in the air by the priests, implying cleaning up the old year and ushering in new blessings for the new year.

There are fortune tellers, lottery drawers, those who write wishes on small red wooden boards and hang them on trees. Sweets... There are laughter everywhere, people coming and going, so lively that everyone is infected with laughter unconsciously.

Some people in Binhai City even said that no one in Binhai had no memory of Haiyun Temple in his childhood.

That kind of crowded and lively scene full of New Year's flavor will also be broadcast live by Binhai City TV station every year, wishing all citizens beamingly.

However, for the priests of Haiyun Temple, it was the busiest time of the year.

After Ma Daochang heard Song Daochang's concerns, he also took it seriously.

"Although I really want to say don't worry, I want to bless Director Zhang. However, Director Zhang's luck is really disappointing, which makes me worry."

Daoist Ma sighed, took out his mobile phone and said, "Let me tell Director Zhang about this matter, and ask him which location he chose, we also have an idea."

"I don't know what kind of person came out of Zhang Daozu, a celestial master? How could he recruit ghosts to such an extent."

When Daoist Ma mentioned Zhang Wubing, he sighed: "At first I thought it was a personal physical problem, but now that I look at it, I began to wonder if it was a problem with Zhang Dao's blood. Can this kind of ghost attack really exist?"

Song Daochang knew a little about Zhang Wubing's affairs, and said, "Director Zhang Wubing should have died at the age of 19, no matter who his father found for him before, the calculated horoscope should be like this .He shouldn’t live past 20 years old, his natal chart doesn’t belong to the world.”

"But he met Junior Brother Yan."

"From the moment they met at Binhai University, the horoscopes of the two people began to influence each other, leading to a direction unknown to everyone. I am afraid that only heaven and earth know what is going on."

"After all, people have a thousand hexagrams, but the sky only needs one calculation."

Song Daochang pondered: "However, layman Chengyun should have already reached this scene at that time."

Daoist Ma sighed: "Layman Chengyun has already passed away, even if we guess now, we still don't know the truth."

"Since Ghost Mountain, things have long been out of the control of Haiyun Temple and us."

Ma Daochang raised his head and looked at the high sky.

"The avenue is on the top, and the avenue is ruthless."

"But give birth to heaven and earth."

……

Zhang Wubing, who was worried about the shooting location by Ma Daochang, was so tired that he wanted to lie down on the street directly, like a tired Samoyed, no matter how hard he was dragged, he would never get up.

However, there is a director team urging behind him, as well as the official person in charge, the official of the southern region, the official of the video platform, Binhai City, etc. Everyone's news is in Zhang Wubing's private account, waiting for him one by one. Replying and confirming made him unable to spare any time.

Zhang Wubing even felt in a trance that he would not even have time to catch his breath.

"Mom, you must help me pay tribute to your assistant."

When receiving a phone call from Zhang's mother, Zhang Wubing said seriously: "I used to be so wrong that I thought the world outside my house was beautiful. I didn't expect that there were so many things to worry about when I was alone. You and Dad's assistant secretary did it for me, I don't even know."

His tone was sincere, with the trance after staying up all night: "It's too strong, really. Now if it were me, I would make hundreds of phone calls and deal with hundreds of people every day... If I was socially phobic, I'm afraid Already scared to death."

Zhang's mother laughed out loud, and quietly gave a thumbs up to the professional woman beside her who had been her assistant for more than ten years.

The assistant also smiled sincerely after a brief surprise.

So, although Zhang's cub often contradicted Zhang's father, he was still liked by everyone in the Zhang family, and even managed to survive by hugging Master Yan's thigh. There was a reason for that.

What a sweet talk.

The assistant shook his head with a smile, and suddenly understood the reason why everyone in the Zhang family, even the people in contact with the program group, liked Zhang Wubing.

Zhang Wubing complained to Zhang's mother, saying that in addition to finalizing the location, he also had to select a supplementary guest.Because of the need to consider the companies behind each star artist who submitted a cooperation intention, as well as many other influencing factors, he was still going crazy and was about to go bald.

"The youngest son of the Song family was injured. I went to see him a few days ago. He even quarreled with his brother, saying that he wanted to let the song god who retired from the circle before participate in your show. But I don't know why, the youngest son of the Song family He even wanted to call me mom, which scared me, has he already worked so hard to let the company's artists get resources?"

"But it shouldn't be. The youngest son of the Song family is notoriously bad-tempered, and he never cares about the company's affairs. He shouldn't be so concerned."

Mother Zhang thought for a while and said, "I pretended I didn't hear it at the time, and I didn't want to influence your judgment. Don't worry, no matter who you choose, with me and your dad around, no one would dare to do anything to you."

"The song god who retired..."

Zhang Wubing rubbed his chin, and remembered one thing: "Mom, isn't that your male god when you were young? My dad is still jealous."

Zhang's mother raised her head and said proudly: "That's right, I don't look at how my mother chooses a man. Can I see the bad ones?"

Zhang Wubing was amused, and responded with a smile, exaggerating his mother wildly, Zhang's mother was elated, and felt that she was the happiest person in the world. But a really good boy.

"By the way, Mom."

Before hanging up the phone, Zhang Wubing suddenly said quickly: "I love you, Jiujiu."

Mother Zhang held the phone that had been hung up, until the black screen still did not recover, and she froze in place.

The assistant stepped forward curiously, and Zhang's mother blinked quickly with a smile, forced back the hot tears in her eyes, and cursed with a smile: "What are you talking about, kid."

However, Zhang Wubing, who hung up the phone, knew that it was because he saw the tragedy of Nanming Mountain that he mustered up the courage to express his affection and love to his mother so straightforwardly.

The relatives of those corpses will never hear a greeting from them again.

Nan Tian will never see her beloved grandma again.

Seeing them, Zhang Wubing deeply realized how lucky he is, that his family and friends are all living in this world well, without parting from life or death, pain or aging.

There are all kinds of suffering in life, but only when you have seen it, you can cherish life more, don't want to waste time, and can't miss every opportunity to express your concern to your loved ones.

After Zhang Wubing hung up the phone, he secretly laughed for a long time, his face turned red.

Then he cleared his throat with a cough, and called Song Ci.

As soon as the young master came back, he was sent to an exclusive ward. His brother was so frightened that he was so weak that he would wither at any moment, so he worked directly in his ward, not daring to miss a glance.

In the end, the young master was still irritated by the sound of his brother typing on the keyboard and making phone calls, and angrily scolded his brother for a long time.

Brother Song Ci: Q dish Q.

When receiving Zhang Wubing's phone call, Song Ci was still arguing with his brother. It was obvious that his body was gone, and he was alive and kicking enough to kill a cow.

But his brother refused to let him go out of the hospital, for fear that he would go back weak once he was discharged.

Song Ci's tone was very bad, but when Zhang Wubing mentioned the song god who retired from the circle, his eyes lit up and his tone improved instantly.

"Have you decided to let him come to the show as a replacement guest?"

Song Ci crazily praised him: "Disease Zhang, this is the most correct decision you have ever made in your life. Believe me, if you don't choose him, you will be a fool."

Zhang Wubing: "...???"

Outrageous!

You have finished talking, and the road is blocked by me, what else can I say!

Do you really want to be a fool!

However, when Zhang Wubing's furious Guan director team came to the letter of intent for the participation of the God of Songs, and asked someone about the situation of the God of Songs, he also searched for his reviews on several online platforms. , I suddenly felt that this was really a good choice.

Back then, the God of Songs was very popular, but he retreated bravely, bowed and called a curtain call at a concert with tens of thousands of people, announcing his retirement.

Since then, few people know his condition, but his golden age will always be missed.

Even after him, many people imitated his style and image, wanting to replace him as the God of Songs.

Even the guest who was invited by the program group and entered the program at the same time as Lu Xingxing, although he was called the God of Songs, everyone knew that the "God of Songs" was just because of his face and personality similar to the God of Songs who retired from the circle. That's why the voice was enshrined as an imitation on the altar.

Zhang Wubing browsed for a long time, and had a long meeting with the director team to discuss, and finally made a final decision, and it was confirmed that the replacement guest for this issue was the retired singing god.

"We have invited Li Gui, is there still one Li Kui missing?"

Zhang Wubing said: "Since the Song family handed over the letter of intent for him, Song Ci strongly recommends him. He is capable and popular, and he is my mother's male god when she was young. Then, I have no reason to reject him. .”

Yan Shixun didn't care about who would fill the seat and what his identity was.

It has nothing to do with him whether he is big or small in the entertainment circle, or how many fans he has.

He has his own world and life.

Outside the small courtyard is the avenue of heaven and earth, while in the small courtyard, ghosts, gods, and kings of hell gather together, get along "harmoniously", and enjoy peace and happiness.

When Zhang Wubing called, Yan Shixun twitched his eyelashes and stretched out his hand from under the quilt to get the phone.

This time is actually not too late, it is not yet Yan Shixun's usual rest time.

But today is an exception.

Yan Shixun didn't think about his illness at first, it was too far away from him, and the memory of the last time he was ill was too long to be blurred.

But he didn't expect that this time he was not only sick, but also had a fever.

The indirect reason is Yeli.

Because the small courtyard is an old-fashioned layout, it is not like each room has a separate shower room, but everyone shares one.

After Yan Shixun took a shower, he realized that he forgot to take the towel into the bathroom.

If it was changed to before, he would go out and get it by himself.

But the problem is-

Ye Li was sitting in the living room outside the bathroom.

This made Yan Shixun hesitate for a long time, but he couldn't make up his mind to go out.

So, he stood for a long time in the cold winter with the water droplets getting cold all over his body, and the wind squeezed in through the gaps in the windows.

Yan Shixun successfully fell ill.

He lay under the quilt, and when he opened his eyes, it was already dusk outside the window, and the golden-red sunset was falling on the yard.

Beautiful but makes people feel infinitely lonely.

In the quiet room, there was only the voice from the mobile phone and the cold air.

When people are sick, they are always inexplicably vulnerable and more likely to be lonely.

Yan Shixun didn't know why, he was already used to being alone after Li Chengyun left, but at this moment, it suddenly became unbearable for him.

It seems that there should be Jing Xiaobao who endorsed the book in the yard, Ye Li should be sitting next to him, and maybe Lu Xingxing and Zhang Wubing should be added.

Is it because I was used to having Ye Li by my side?

Are you used to seeing Ye Li just by looking up?

Seems like a bad habit.

Yan Shixun was thinking drowsily, his eyelashes drooping uncontrollably.He pulled the quilt to wrap himself more tightly.

At this moment, there was a light knock on the door.

Before Yan Shixun could respond, the door was pushed open.

Ye Li came in with a tray in his hand.

He put the porridge bowl and hot towel aside first, and then silently recited a spell to make his palm warmer, which was close to the body temperature of a human being, before reaching out to test Yan Shixun's forehead.

Yan Shixun half-opened his eyes to look, in exchange for Ye Li's smile.

"feel better now?"

Ye Li was helpless and angry, but he was not willing to speak harshly, so he could only say: "Being a stranger, if you forget to take a towel next time you take a bath, you can let me go first, and you can come out to get it yourself. How did you make yourself like this?"

Yan Shixun pursed his lips, feeling strange