Yin Yang ferry

He Shu originally had a good foundation and ability, but he lacked a bit of experience in dealing with rare exotic ghosts like Yaomo. Now he is willing to settle down and study, which is the best.Because of his physique, it is doomed not to be able to remain peaceful forever.

All the trajectories of a person's life include both destiny and choice.

What about yourself?

Guang Han suddenly remembered what the woman by the Nai River asked him.

Have you found a reason to let it go?

"Old Han, Old Han, come and judge!"

One person and one bird chirping and rushing out.

He Shu was followed by the furious Fengfeng.

"Tell me that it doesn't take a bath every day, and the dirt is hidden under its feathers. I'm not cleaning it up. How can I be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs?"

He Shu walked around the table, and took a washbasin from the bathroom as a shield, not giving Fat Bird a chance to get close to him.

"Old Han, I have broken my heart for this family. You can't be biased. I was afraid that something might happen to you last night. I waited in the living room all night. I don't need your body. Just tell me, Am I good to Fengfeng?"

"What's wrong with you, bastard, you know I'm losing hair, but you still practice spells on my hair!"

"You will fall out even if I don't practice. Do you think there is no corner of your house without your hair?" He Shu looked innocent, "I call it to help you clean up excess dead hair and rejuvenate your youthful vitality!"

"Fart, I believe your evil!"

In the midst of such noise, Guanghan was able to sit upright as before, without moving.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he got a belated answer.

Yes.

……

Another normal winter day.

He Shu meditates, Fat Bird plays games online, and Guang Han cooks live.

The three of them get what they want and enjoy themselves.

The atmosphere of the upcoming Chinese New Year is gradually getting stronger at home.

There are many door stickers with the word "Fu" on the walls and doors one after another, and when you look up, your eyes are all red.

Fengfeng originally scoffed at this kind of formalism, but ever since she saw a small Christmas tree on the Internet and learned about Christmas customs, she made a fuss about He Shufei wanting to buy a small Christmas tree and put it at home. There are all kinds of sparkling little pendants, and there are all kinds of small gifts under the tree.

So now the home has become a combination of Chinese and Western, and a Christmas tree is mixed in the vast ocean of Chinese blessing copybooks. He Shu was compelled to make up for Fengfeng's practice last time, and resigned to his fate to put small gifts in each gift box and put them under the Christmas tree. , Let Fengfeng enjoy the thrill of opening the presents.

After the gift was unwrapped, the tree was still there, and the left and right could add some festive atmosphere, so He Shu didn't throw it away and put it at home.

Fengfeng is so fond of this half-person tall tree that she doesn't stay on the sofa anymore, and sleeps under the tree every night.

The sun is just right in the afternoon, and the edges and corners of the light reflect the occasional dazzling starlight on the moon candy pendant.

Fengfeng had just finished a game and was about to fly to the pillow under the tree for a nap.

He Shu who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes.

"Something may come to you recently."

Fengfeng: "What's the matter?"

He Shu: "I don't know, I just suddenly had such a feeling."

Fengfeng laughed at him: "You must have dozed off by meditating. I was playing a game just now, and you had to meditate in the living room. It's so noisy, I don't believe you can calm down and meditate."

He Shu shrugged, with an expression that I don't want to talk nonsense with ordinary people like you.

The phone rings.

It's He Shu's phone.

"He Shu? I'm Fang Yue. I didn't bother you, did I?"

After everyone came out of Xinhuan Building, the survivors felt sorry for each other, and even Wang Zhixing stopped firing.

Guanghan looked cold and difficult to get close to, and everyone was too embarrassed to ask for it, so they asked He Shu for the phone number.

In the building, Fang Yue and He Shu walked together, knowing that his talent and abilities are by no means inferior to his own, and his teacher Song Taiping knew that He Shu and Guang Han had a lot of backgrounds, and he also agreed with the apprentices to associate with them. Yue and He Shu can also chat for a few words. Her practice method is different from He Shu's, but all the methods in the world lead to the same goal. He Shu's foundation is not as solid as Fang Yue's, but his talent and innovation ability are far superior to Fang Yue. Fang Yue can also comprehend by analogy, and both of them benefited from the chat.

"It's okay, you said."

"Sun Meng has a commission to come to me, but my master and I are dealing with things overseas, and if we can't go back, I will let her go to you."

He Shu was surprised: "Where did this girl go to explore and cause trouble?"

Fang Yue corrected: "It's my inappropriate description, it's not her business, it's her classmate. After she heard about it, she recommended her classmate to come to me. The matter is a bit complicated. You can consider whether to accept it after you meet Sun Meng."

He Shu said bluntly: "Okay, then you can give me her phone number, and I will make an appointment with her."

After hanging up the voice call, He Shu raised his chin to Fengfeng, meaning "Look at what I just said".

Fengfeng's mouth was stiff: "A blind cat just ran into a dead mouse!"

He Shu laughed: "It's said that dead ducks have a hard mouth, but why is the parrot's mouth so hard?"

The contact with Sun Meng soon came to fruition. The two parties made an appointment to meet in Hecheng. Sun Meng had a class, and only her classmates came by themselves.

He Shu originally thought that the person involved was also a little girl, but he didn't know that the other person was a boy until they met.

The young man is about 1.8 meters tall, tall and handsome, with deep eye sockets. I don't know if his family has foreign blood or is a minority.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Siyin. Sun Meng mentioned to me that you are very good, but the things I encountered may be a little tricky."

The ages of He Shu and Guang Han are far from the image of a master in his imagination. Rao Sun Meng described how powerful they are, and Jiang Siyin also has reservations. He is still young, and he is very happy and angry. Thoughts come easily to your face.

"Sun Meng won the award, and I dare not be too good. If you have anything to say, let's discuss it in detail. As for whether it can be resolved, I dare not guarantee it."

Hearing him speak so politely, Jiang Siyin had no way to find fault.

"Sorry, I've been dreaming recently, I don't have enough sleep, and my temper is not very good."

The story begins with Jiang Siyin's dream.

Jiang Siyin is not Sun Meng's college classmate, but a high school classmate.

After graduating from high school, Sun Meng went to Hucheng to go to university, while Jiang Siyin was admitted to a school in Yunnan.

New environment and new friends, everything went smoothly at first. Jiang Si was from a good family, was generous, and was outgoing and cheerful. He soon got along with his dorm buddies. He also participated in student union duties and club activities at school. He left early and returned late every day. , Go back to the dormitory and fall asleep, let alone hurt the spring and autumn, and don't even have time to make a girlfriend.

From which night, he began to have the same dream uninterruptedly.

In the dream, there was a foreigner with brown hair and blue eyes, bearded face, about 40 to [-] years old, who kept asking Jiang Siyin when he would pay back what was owed to him.

"At the beginning, I didn't take it seriously. After all, since I was a child, who hasn't had a few dreams? But this dream is different. From once a week to almost every day, every night as soon as I fall asleep, this dream Men will come out, and after a long time, I can't stand it anymore."

Jiang Siyin's face is tangled and painful, and He Shu can understand it. After all, if a hot-blooded young man dreams of beautiful women every day, that's fine. At least he can explain it from the perspective of physiology and psychology. Man, what's the matter?

"I just asked him, I've never seen you, what did I owe you? He didn't answer, but kept urging me to pay it back, and said that if I didn't pay it back, he would kill me."

Jiang Siyin also became angry in the dream and yelled at the foreign man directly, but every time he woke up before he could swear a few words.

He Shu looked strange: "Are you scolding each other in Chinese, or in a foreign language?"