After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

In the yard of Uncle Bai's house.

Although Uncle Bai left with the excuse that he was uncomfortable, it didn't affect everyone, but made everyone feel more at ease.

The only downside is that dinner is out of the question.

Because Zhang Wubing's poor seasoning ruined a good pot of noodles, everyone felt sorry for the pot of noodles while scolding Zhang Wubing.

Among them, the one with the most intense emotion was An Nanyuan.

Because of his quick mouth, when everyone went downstairs to eat together, he was the only one who took the noodle bowl first, so he tasted Zhang Wubing's so bad taste that he almost sent him away.

An Nanyuan is sitting in the kitchen now, staring at Zhang Wubing, and rinsing his mouth with a mouthful of warm water.

Zhang Wubing rubbed his nose guilty, looking at the sky and the earth but dare not look at An Nanyuan.

Zhao Zhen next to him couldn't laugh or cry: "Nanyuan, you really believe in Director Zhang's craftsmanship. He doesn't look like a person who can cook. How can you trust him so much? He picked such a big chopstick noodles and ate it with a little hesitation. None?"

Zhang Wubing seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, how can you trust me..."

"Didn't I think it was Binhai-style noodles with thick oil and red sauce!"

An Nanyuan said sadly: "Other people's houses are usually delicious when they are dark. How come this law doesn't work when it comes to Director Zhang? Director Zhang, do you have an abnormal physique?"

Zhang Wubing, who just wanted to follow Zhao Zhen's words and defend himself: "..."

Zhao Zhen looked at An Nanyuan without words.

Should it be said that he made his debut in the draft?Really good at talking, that black bowl of Chinese medicine-like stuff can be beautified into thick oily red sauce...Does the coastal cuisine chef agree?

And Lu Xingxing, who had heard that there was dinner, was struggling to hold the stairs down. When he walked tremblingly to the kitchen, he saw everyone sitting or standing, raising their eyebrows and eyes, and the atmosphere in the air was tense.

Everyone looked different in the kitchen where there was still a little smell of pasta, but no one was eating.

Lu Xingxing: "?"

"You group of animals, the donkeys of the production team can't eat without you!"

Lu Xingxing looked at everyone in horror: "I just slept for a short while, and you didn't leave me any food at all? Can this friend still do it!"

Everyone: "Uh..."

Zhang Wubing tried his best to shrink himself into a small ball, trotted all the way to pour a cup of hot water into the kettle inside, and brought it back to the wounded.

"Noodles, noodles are gone."

Zhang Wubing said with a guilty conscience: "Why don't you drink Xingxing and you will be hungry, wait for Brother Yan to come back and then cook, my brother Yan's cooking is actually quite delicious, at least the poison will not kill you."

Zhang Wubing, who had no confidence, lowered his voice as he talked, like a mosquito.

Lu Xingxing looked at Zhang Wubing suspiciously. He scanned around the kitchen. His eyesight, which he had forcibly trained with Yan Shixun during this time, made him notice the cooking pot on the stove next to An Nanyuan at first sight. A few bowls of noodles.

Although the noodle soup in the noodle bowl is black and yellow, it is difficult to distinguish, but under the light, there are oily stars, which is also very attractive to Lu Xingxing who has lost too much blood and continues to replenish his strength.

"What are you talking about? Isn't this a face?"

Lu Xingxing pushed away Zhang Wubing who was in front of him, and looked at him strangely: "You won't even give me a bowl of noodles? Serious illness, why are you so stingy? Don't worry, I will eat your bowl of noodles. I'll return you ten bowls back to Binhai."

After saying that, Lu Xingxing walked to the side of An Nanyuan, reaching out to get the noodle bowl.

But Zhao Zhen hurriedly stopped him.

"Hey, hey, no! You are already injured, you can't destroy your health like this anymore, don't think about it."

Lu Xingxing found that both Zhao Zhen and An Nanyuan's eyes fell on him, and their eyes were tense.

With his hand hanging in the air, he looked at the noodle bowl in front of him, then at Zhang Wubing who was obviously guilty, and gradually figured out what was going on.

"Zhang is seriously ill..."

Lu Xingxing looked at Zhang Wubing in horror: "You really, deserve to live with Aunt Yan and the others! Do you even have to inherit Aunt Yan for this kind of thing!"

Zhang Wubing: "Ah, yes, yes... eh? What?"

Originally thought that Lu Xingxing was going to accuse him, so Zhang Wubing, who was humbly and guiltily prepared to be scolded, was stunned as soon as he nodded and said halfway.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Xingxing blankly. It took him a few beats to realize that Lu Xingxing was talking about Yeli's cooking skills.

When he was in Binhai City, Zhang Wubing also used the excuse that it was not safe to go out and go home because there were too many things to talk about, so he stayed at Yan Shixun's house several times.

After all, with his physique, saying that he was afraid of running into ghosts while walking at night was the best reason, even Ye Li couldn't pick anything out.

But the problem is, even though Zhang Wubing originally wanted to target Jing Xiaobao, he didn't want this sweet-talking brat to stay alone with Brother Yan and take away his favor.

But at the same time, he also provoked Ye Li.

After all, with Zhang Wubing around, Yan Shixun's attention would be diverted a lot, and even the worrying things became Zhang Wubing's program, and he often talked with Zhang Wubing late into the night.

This aroused Ye Li's strong dissatisfaction.

——He didn't talk to his beloved ghost exorcist late at night by candlelight.

Therefore, Zhang Wubing was logically used by Ye Li as a tool for testing dishes, and together with Jing Xiaobao, he was responsible for trying Ye Li's cooking skills.

Ye Li regarded them as tools to improve his cooking skills, but whether it was Jing Xiaobao or Zhang Wubing, they all had the illusion that they were trash cans.

Then, Jing Xiaobao fled back to the underworld overnight, crying that being the king of Hades is easier than eating Ye Li's food.

With tears in his eyes, Zhang Wubing called the driver at home and begged him to pick him up, saying that even if he bowed his head to Zhang's father, it would be easier to swallow than Ye Li's food.

Ye Li: "..."

But at that time, although Ye Li was very unhappy that they didn't support his cooking skills, on the whole, he was still very satisfied with the situation where he and Shi Xun were the only two left in the family.

And this kind of scene, Lu Xingxing has also "fortunately" encountered several times.

So left a huge psychological shadow.

But what Lu Xingxing didn't expect was... Zhang Wubing, how could he even inherit this kind of thing from Yeli? ?It really complied with the saying that it is not a family that does not enter a house.

Lu Xingxing and Zhang Wubing looked at each other, while Zhao Zhen and An Nanyuan glanced back and forth between them in confusion.

When Lu Xingxing explained the reason for them, and highlighted the similarities between Zhang Wubing and Ye Li's cooking skills, even Zhao Zhen, who was as calm as he was, couldn't help being amazed.

"Can this still be hereditary? Ah no, Director Zhang and Brother Yan are not from the same family, right? You can't use the word hereditary."

Zhao Zhen, who has been taking care of himself since his debut as a child star, asked Zhang Wubing sincerely: "How did Director Zhang do it? Isn't it normal for normal people to do things like cooking as soon as they enter the kitchen?" Will it?"

An Nanyuan next to him who can only cook instant noodles: I feel like you scolded me too.

But Zhang Wubing was not convinced, and an impulse emerged from his heart, which seemed to come from the depths of his soul, driving him to say: "That's no good, if his cooking tastes bad, then I have to compare him Still unpalatable!"

No matter what the competition is, anyway, you must not lose to that guy from Fengdu!

Everyone: "Ah... there is no need to compare this."

It's the first time I've seen this kind of thing and I'm still comparing, Director Zhang, wake up!What are you doing

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhang Wubing suddenly came back to his senses as if he had woken up from a start.

He blinked, and when he saw that everyone was watching him, he had to bite the bullet and patch up, saying: "No, my father can only have me as an older son, of course I will inherit it!"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Zhang Wubing thought of Jing Xiaobao, and immediately became genuinely angry.

Zhang Wubing: Did you see it?My father and I belong to the same family, where did Jing Xiaobao come from, who appeared halfway?

Everyone was silent for a long time, and then they heard An Nanyuan say with a blank face: "Yes, Uncle Bai has made all the noodles, and you just need to add some seasoning and you're done. Director Zhang, you can make this thing, of course. The talent is extraordinary, and it is difficult for ordinary people to hold a candle to it.”

An Nanyuan clasped his hands together, made a devout look, and said, "Thank you, Director Zhang, for letting us only drink water now."

Lu Xingxing pressed his grumbling stomach, and could only pour hot water downcastly.

Zhang Wubing: "..."

Yes, there is murderous QAQ.

He backed away silently, afraid that any of them would do something to him if he didn't calm down, he ran as fast as a rabbit.

Song Ci saw all this in his eyes.

But the young master, who is usually very picky about the quality of life, didn't say a word this time.

He just sat on the stool at the door of the kitchen, with his back facing the light and warmth of the kitchen, quietly watching Xie Lin not far away, with worry in his eyes.

What Xie Lin said when he came back from the outside just now when he saw his sister made Song Ci very worried about Xie Lin's state.

But even if the young master suspects that Xie Lin didn't take his medicine on time, after all, Xie Lin has done this kind of thing before.But now there is no doctor to see those in the wild in the mountains and forests.

He could only suppress the anxiety in his heart, force himself to calm down, and made up his mind that as soon as he left Baizhi Lake, he would pressure Xie Lin to see a doctor as soon as possible.

Although Xie Lin also explained to Song Ci, Song Ci obviously did not believe it.

And now, based on Song Ci's observation of Xie Lin, this worry has gradually deepened.

Xie Lin has been distracted since he came back.

Even if someone talks to him or greets him, he always looks absent-minded, and even his smile is obviously perfunctory. It can be seen that his mind is still stuck on the younger sister outside and has not returned.

Song Ci pursed his lips, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of irritability.

In fact, many people did not tell the truth to Xie Lin. On the contrary, he, the person who picked up Xie Lin several times, was regarded as Xie Lin's guardian and told the whole truth.

Xie Lin...it was impossible to find his sister.

The appraisal report of that year has already stated that Xie Jiaojiao, who was kidnapped, has almost no possibility of surviving, and there is a high probability that he will be affected by the kidnapping gang's black and white, and will be taken away and killed.

Before, Song Ci also wanted to help Xie Lin find Xie Jiaojiao through the relationship of the Song family.

Although the young master has always been the only one, I can't figure out why some people put the meaning of life on other people, because the death of other people doesn't even cherish their own life.

But if Xie Jiaojiao is found again, Xie Lin can regain his strength and become the high-spirited song god many years ago, who stood on the altar and raised his arms and cheered everyone.

Then Song Ci doesn't mind helping Xie Lin find Xie Jiaojiao.

——Recover the meaning of Xie Lin's life.

As the person who is closest to Xie Lin and knows him best, even if Song Ci is unhappy, he still knows that Xie Lin is a person who never cherishes himself.

Xie Lin's life belonged to Xie Jiaojiao.

Whether he leaves the village and enters the county town to work as a job server, or is brought into the entertainment circle by a discerning director and shines in the entertainment circle, everything Xie Lin does starts with the purpose of supporting Xie Jiaojiao and giving the best to this little sister. life.

From a boy who grew up eating a lot of food, to a song god who attracts the attention of all the people... only one Xie Jiaojiao is missing.

Song Ci looked at Xie Lin in the yard with complicated eyes.

Since Xie Lin came back, he has been standing in the yard, looking up at the direction of the opposite house, no matter who is talking to him, he is absent-minded.

Song Ci sighed, but in the end he couldn't see Xie Lin's slumped appearance, so he turned and went upstairs, ready to check his coat pocket to see if he had Xie Lin's medicine.

As soon as Song Ci went upstairs, Xie Lin finally made up his mind and walked in the direction of the gate.

Ye Li, who was immersed in the darkness, raised his eyelashes, looked indifferently at Xie Lin who was walking again, and raised his arms to stop him.

Xie Lin looked at Ye Li inexplicably, not knowing what he was going to do.

But without Yan Shixun, Ye Li obviously lacked interest in strangers, and didn't even have the thought of explaining.

He just ignored the ghosts and gods in the world. Ye Li never felt that he was the kind of Nuwa who sacrificed himself for the world, and he had no intention of imitating the gods who have many believers in the world. He never regarded such things as kindness and salvation own responsibility.

Fengdu's job is to judge and die.

Ye Li was able to guard the gate of the courtyard at this time only because Yan Shixun wanted him to protect everyone, so he did so.

—— Only Yan Shixun can see the gate with ghosts and gods.

It is still the last ghost and god left in the world today, and even Daoist has tried his best to move it with difficulty.

As for redundant explanations for others...

Ye Li stood indifferently in the darkness, even though Xie Lin was watching him, he didn't have the slightest intention to speak.

For thousands of years, the Lord of Fengdu has never responded to the world.

Whether it is an eminent monk who has attained the Tao or the patriarch of the sect, in the eyes of the Lord of Fengdu, they are all treated equally and ignored.

The only exception is the evil ghost who has all the favors of ghosts and gods.

Want to let ghosts and gods answer kindly?

Dreaming will be more realistic than this.

Xie Lin waited patiently for a while, and gestured to Ye Li several times with his eyes, but Ye Li remained indifferent.

He had no choice but to ask Ye Li politely: "This... Mr. Assistant, I am going to go out for a while, can you let me go?"

Ye Li lowered his eyelashes again, as if he had fallen asleep, and maintained his original movement of reaching out to stop Xie Lin, without saying a word.

Xie Lin talked a lot, but found that Ye Li still looked like he couldn't hear or see, and his heart gradually became angry.

He is the guest who came in this time because of Song Ci's relationship. Whether it is Yan Shixun or Ye Li, he is not familiar with it. He just heard about Song Ci's introduction, and only knows the assistant next to Yan Shixun. , whose name is Assistant is actually Yan Shixun's lover.

But at this time, Ye Li stopped him from going to the opposite party, which still made Xie Lin a little angry, and his tone gradually became more serious, with a questioning tone.

Only then did Ye Li raise his eyelashes, and the shadow under his feet quietly spread, covering Xie Lin, and brushing away the cause and effect caused by his disrespect for ghosts and gods.

Although Fengdu is a ghost city, it is an righteous god recognized by heaven and earth.

Insulting ghosts and gods, even if ghosts and gods have no intention of scolding, the world will not let it develop.

Ye Li doesn't care about other people's attitude towards him, what he values ​​is only Yan Shixun.

But he didn't want to damage Xie Lin's luck because of such a trivial matter.

However, since Xie Lin has already spoken to this extent, Ye Li is not a kind-hearted saint, nor is he a Buddha who cut his flesh to feed the eagle.

In his view, all gods and ghosts are just self-conceited, and they have to bear the consequences of their own choices.

The stranger has this freedom.

——If this is their original will.

Therefore, Ye Li only glanced at Xie Lin, and finally asked the first sentence: "Conceited karma?"

This is different from when Xie Lin went out before. At that time, Yan Shixun was on the opposite side. Even if Xie Lin went there, he would enter Yan Shixun's sight from Yeli's protection range, and there would be no possibility of any danger.

But now, Ye Li could tell at a glance that Xie Lin was anxiously tied to the opposite house, and was eager to find someone there, but Yan Shixun was not there.

Because the shadow puppets here are guarded by ebony statues, even Ye Li, when facing himself thousands of years ago, lost the ability to communicate with the world and at the same time, could not see clearly the truth covered by the power of the statues.

Xie Lin didn't know what Ye Li was thinking, so he just sneered and said, "What I do is my business, I appreciate your kindness, but no need, thank you."

Ye Li withdrew his arm, no longer preventing him from re-merging with the darkness behind him.

But Xie Lin strode out of the gate with an excited expression, and went straight to Zheng Shushu's house opposite.

Ye Li turned his head slightly, and saw Xie Lin knocking on the opposite door.

The God of Songs, who was clear and calm when facing everyone, was as eager as a young young man at this time, standing in front of the gate of Zheng Shu's house, eager to get a positive or negative result immediately .

or……

Just simply looking at the little girl who reminded him of his sister, so as to relieve his longing for his sister's pain, can also make him feel a little relieved. This painful life also has the strength to continue.

Xie Lin waited for a while before there was a small sound from inside the door.

It looked like someone was walking towards the door.

The door panel was carefully opened a gap.

The little girl pouted unhappily, rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands and looked out, as if she had been woken up in her sleep.

"Who is it?"

Zheng Tiantian blinked, then looked up at Xie Lin, and said in surprise, "Brother, why are you here?"

When Xie Lin saw Zheng Tiantian's smile, he was also infected and raised the corners of his mouth.

But when I heard her words, I realized that there was really no reason for my coming.

Even though he couldn't wait to figure out why he would think of his sister when he saw Zheng Tiantian, why he always felt that Zheng Tiantian was so much like his sister.

But saying this to a strange little girl for no reason...

Xie Lin pursed his lips, worried that he would scare Zheng Tiantian.

Just when Xie Lin was racking his brains to make up a reason, he saw Zheng Tiantian obediently moved aside to open the space of the door, motioning for Xie Lin to come in.

"Brother, come in and talk."

Zheng Tiantian frowned, and said unhappily, "I don't like the door of my house being open. I always have to worry about naughty little animals running out."

"Do you still have pets?"

Xie Lin asked casually, and was invited to step over the threshold.

The door also slowly closed behind him with a heavy muffled sound.

In the darkness not far away, Ye Li lowered his eyes and watched all this.

When Xie Lin's figure disappeared from his field of vision, he withdrew his gaze without interest, and looked in the direction of the kitchen in the courtyard again.

Ye Li had an inexplicable feeling.

He felt that Zhang Wubing tonight made him extremely bored.

And that ridiculous desire to win just now...

Ye Li stared at Zhang Wubing coldly, and let out a low, inaudible cold snort.

It always reminded him of the ghost in the underworld a hundred years ago.

At this moment, Zhang Wubing seemed to look back with feeling, looking at Yeli in the dark courtyard in the warm and bright kitchen.

But this little idiot who was always crying and chasing after Yan Shixun hugging his thigh, looked at Ye Li at this moment, but there was only a clear peace in his eyes.

It was as if, he had gone through countless times of life and death, and faced the catastrophe of the collapse of the sky and the ground. The crying and blood of all the people in the world hurt his eyes, but the ghosts wailed but could not be saved.

Then, all the pain and anger accumulated in his soul, and gradually settled down, becoming thick and steady.

Zhang Wubing's eyes were dark and dull, and the moment he turned his eyes and lowered his head, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

The lingering mist in the kitchen rose around him, and his back was straight, only the back of his fair neck was exposed.

Just like a crane, it is elegant and independent in the lingering mist.

Zhang Wubing tilted his head, as if he sensed something, the smile on his lips deepened.

Yan Shixun...

The sky was dark.

It was dark between the fields.

Plants as tall as a person covered the entire field, making it impossible to tell where.

Yan Shixun followed the footsteps of the woman and the ghost baby all the way, but when he saw the figure of the young man suddenly appearing, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The young man was skinny, his hair was messy like weeds, he was wearing clothes that didn't fit well, his hands, feet and cuffs were a lot too short, and each piece was made of different colored fabrics, which seemed to be barely made of rags donated by other people's homes. Out of clothes.

He walked between the fields like a wandering spirit, bending down from time to time and groping the ground.

The juvenile's fragmentary bones are worrying, whether he will fall to the ground in the next moment and never get up again.

Yan Shixun knew what the boy was doing.

Pick up food.

The little food left by other families in the fields is the precious ration of this young man.

Judging from the boy's size and clothing, he lived a life of scant clothing and food. He was dizzy with hunger and could only pick up some things that others didn't want to eat.

But now, there are not only scattered grains in the fields, but also...

Yan Shixun's gaze fell and landed on Guiying.

The black and ferocious mass just now absorbed all the strength of the mother, and has fallen asleep peacefully in the blood-stained swaddle, with pink cheeks.

But it seemed that he was awakened by the boy's movement, and the ghost baby cried a few times in discomfort.

The young man looked over with vigilance and astonishment.

Yan Shixun subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop the boy, but the boy staggered towards the baby one step faster.

When he saw the crying baby clearly, the boy's face showed obvious surprise, followed by an angry look.

He probably thought it was an abandoned baby thrown away by some family, and wanted to see who did it angrily.

But the baby's voice made the boy quickly ignore his anger, and hurriedly picked up the baby from the field ridge.

The boy's posture was clumsy, but he was careful, for fear that his bones would break into the baby, hurt her or scare her.

When being carried into the arms of the boy, the baby raised his head, blinked his round eyes when he looked at the boy, fluttered his fleshy arms like lotus root joints, and giggled.

The boy's expression softened in an instant, it was completely soft.

"You are an abandoned life, and so am I."

Yan Shixun heard that the boy said softly and affectionately to the ghost baby: "They don't want you, it doesn't matter, my brother wants you, in the future my brother will raise you, if I have a mouthful of food, I will have a mouthful of you."

The boy held the ghost baby's hand and made a lifetime oath: "I will protect you."

Thunder and lightning suddenly exploded, piercing the night, and the sky and the earth trembled with a loud bang.

It was as if the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was roaring to chop up the baby ghost.

However, the ghost baby was held in the arms of the stranger, as if it was protected in it, so that Dao couldn't get past the stranger's scolding, and the thunder and lightning could only shine weakly in the sky.

Watching this scene, Yan Shixun suddenly understood why the ghost baby, which had been a sign of great danger since birth, even exhausted its mother's life, was able to survive.

——Oath and protection from strangers.

The world is not benevolent, but it will not harm innocent lives for no reason without cause and effect.

Even if Dao has seen everything and knows what will happen in the future, as long as the future has not happened and the cause and effect have not been implemented, Dao cannot take any action before life has not been burdened with karma and sin.

It is the Dao because it restricts all existence equally.

But this invisible restriction will also be taken advantage of by the cunning ghost baby.

When the boy raised his head, lightning pierced the entire sky, illuminated the earth, and also illuminated the boy's face.

Yan Shixun's sharp eyes slowly opened wide.

Even though that face is still immature and haggard due to years of malnutrition, Yan Shixun can still see familiar traces on that face.

Yan Shixun knew very well that when this young man grows up, his face will gradually grow, which will arouse the madness and pursuit of countless people.

This young man will usher in a golden age, his name will be sung throughout the country, he will be regarded as an idol and a god, and all the words of praise and praise will be fanatically named after him.

he is……

Xie Lin.

Then this ghost baby...

Yan Shixun realized something, and his gaze slipped down in a daze, and landed on the giggling ghost baby.

He remembered what he had heard about Xie Lin from Song Ci.

Xie Lin has a younger sister who was picked up, who is not related by blood, but loves her very much, and even regards her sister as the meaning of his life and struggle.

Xie Jiaojiao...

"This is your younger sister. She died in her mother's womb and was born as a ghost baby. Her mother named her Zheng Tiantian."

Yan Shixun said hoarsely to Zheng Shushu beside him, "She is also Xie Lin's missing sister, Xie Jiaojiao."

Zheng Shushu let out a long sigh, then closed his eyes lightly, and turned his head away from looking at the picture in front of him.

"Mr. Yan, if it were you, how would you choose?"

Zheng Shushu's voice was low: "When you are full of guilt and regret, it may bring disasters that will destroy the world, but what she destroys is only the things you hate... Will you, stop her? Or, you How will you treat her?"

"As a family member, or as a ghost exorcist?"

Zheng Shu smiled wryly.

He was obviously smiling, but it was even uglier than crying. There was no light in his cloudy eyes, only blood and tears welled up from the bottom of his eyes.

Zheng Shushu walked slowly to the side, he squatted down, stretched out his hand, and gently hugged the skinny skeleton that fell on the ground without flesh and blood into his arms.

Blood and tears fell drop by drop, falling on the corpse.

The woman was taken away by Zheng Tiantian, leaving only a hideous skeleton.

But even so, her eyes were still wide open, fixed on Zheng Tiantian's direction.

As if wanting to call out——

sweet.