Oracle [Transmigration Book]

Chu Mingyi stood beside the newly dug up mound with a hoe in his hand, took a cigarette from Song Si's pocket, and puffed on the clouds side by side with him.

"Are stars and black holes a good match?" he said. "Not at all."

Song Sisha nodded seriously, and agreed, "Yes. You are not good enough for me."

Chu Mingyi: "..."

He stopped chatting with Song Si about these things, bit the cigarette in his mouth, picked up the hoe again, stepped barefoot into the newly dug soil, and continued to expand the territory outward.

It was past eleven o'clock in the morning, when the sun was most abundant, the sweat stains on his back shone slightly, outlining the firm and smooth muscle lines.Song Si stood watching from the side, his eyes slid from the back of his neck to his shoulders, then to his waist and legs, and couldn't help but think of what Chu Mingxiao said just now: Even if the man in front of him has a black hole, in reality, he can't He is still an upright, outstanding, handsome young man with a beautiful body.

Song Si stubbed out the cigarette and whistled at Chu Mingyi.

Chu Mingyi looked back at him: "Why are you acting so weird today?"

Song Sidao: "Drink too much, you also feel pretty."

Chu Mingyi raised an eyebrow, and when he encountered marital problems, he casually comforted him: "If my brother bullies you, you can terminate the contract with him. Being single is so comfortable, people nowadays marry late and have children, and you are as young as you are." Lightly thinking about marriage. What good is marriage? Marriage is the tomb of love."

Song Si couldn't help laughing when he heard that, he also picked up the hoe, stepped into the soil, helped him dig out, and asked, "Brother Xiao, why hasn't he married yet at such an old age? Wouldn't it be a good time to get engaged to me?" .”

"He is a living Bodhisattva, and the flowers and plants of the mortal world cannot enter his eyes." Chu Mingyi said, "I have grown up so much, I have never seen him fall in love...and you are not counted, it is like raising a child. "

Living Bodhisattva...

Chu Mingyi's statement touched him.

What he glimpsed just now may be from the perspective of a "god".

Entering the "crack", all you can see is another dimension that human beings cannot understand.If he was Chu Mingxiao, who grew up embracing such a secret, he might feel uninterested in the real world, indulge in the world high above him, and become closed, arrogant, and even extreme.

It is really not easy for Chu Mingxiao to live like this, no wonder Chu Mingyi said that he is a living Bodhisattva.Ordinary people may be just balls in his eyes, and it's useless to look like a fairy.

And he is probably the more beautiful ball among them.

Song Si tried his best not to think about it, and smashed the hoe into the soil hard.

Chu Mingyi handed him a handful of seeds from his pocket and taught him how to sow them.

"what is this?"

"Rose seed."

Song Si twisted it with his fingers a few times, and looked at Chu Mingyi: "I thought you were planting Chinese cabbage or something."

Chu Ming said, "I can also be very romantic."

Song Si looked at the mud on his hands and legs, trying to associate him with the word romance.Chu Mingyi felt uncomfortable being watched by him, so he stretched out a hand and slapped Song Si's cheek with mud.

Song Si: "..."

The two planted roses while arguing, and they didn't stop working until lunch time.Song Si was sweating all over his body, and let out all the recent depression and confusion through his pores. After taking a bath, he only felt relaxed, and he ate half a bowl of extra for lunch.

At the dinner table, Chu Mingyi said again: "Brother, how did you feel after showing him? Is there any problem?"

Chu Mingxiao turned around and asked Song Si: "What do you think?"

The two brothers looked at him, Song Si swallowed the food in his mouth, and said: "It's good, the logic is clear, the will is firm, there are no auditory hallucinations, no insomnia, it's normal." In addition to being suspected of having a split personality.

Chu Mingyi turned to his brother incredulously: "Aren't you going to show him?"

"I respect his choice," Chu Mingxiao said, "If Xiao Si thinks it is necessary, come to me at any time."

Song Si smiled at him: "Thank you."

Chu Mingyi is usually used to being fascist. In Corey, he said one thing and acted vigorously, and he didn't like to hear "if you think".He cast a critical look at the two of them in disapproval: "Can you still feel it when you see a doctor? Tsk... Brother, you really are."

Song Si and Chu Mingxiao met eyes, and they both smiled quietly.Chu Mingyi was still holding back his words, and chanted dissatisfiedly for several minutes. Song Si hurriedly finished his meal and slipped back to his room.

He went back to Chu's house this time to find clues.

About the past self, about the real relationship between him and Chu Mingxiao.

According to Chu Mingyi, he moved to this bedroom six years ago, but there are not many things in the bedroom, most of them are ordinary daily necessities.

Song Si took out the plot of the novel he wrote silently last time from the drawer. The small piece of paper stuck in the gap of the drawer did not fall off, and the hair strands under the notebook did not show any signs of movement.While he was gone, no one moved.

He roughly flipped through the contents, then squatted down, looking for things in the drawers layer by layer.

Pens, inks, quirky collectible figures, copybooks... nothing special.

He flipped through the books on the bookcase one after another, comics, best-selling novels, serial magazines, think tank translations, medical professional books... every book and every page, the books were arranged in a mess, the arrangement was irregular, and the content Also very ordinary.

The original Song Si obviously didn't have the habit of keeping a diary. Apart from practicing calligraphy occasionally, he seldom even took notes.

Song Si searched all afternoon, but found nothing.He stood in front of the desk with some disappointment, looked at the notebook that recorded the plot of the novel, and thought to himself: Why is it so clean?

Any normal person will inevitably leave traces wherever he lives.But this bedroom has no special features, and it would not violate harmony if someone else came to live in it, like a chain hotel.

Song Si sat down on the chair at the desk again.

This action touched his memory, and he frowned slightly, capturing a sense of familiarity like a silk thread.

He grasped the silk thread, and slowly recalled——

Sadly, familiarity doesn't come from this bedroom.

He just remembered the scene when he just crossed over. Chu Mingyi took him out of the hospital and went back to the second floor of the private clinic. Song Si came out of the bathroom, drank the water on the desk in one go, and saw a picture on the desk. sheet of paper.

Similar desk, similar angle, scrawled on the paper "Song Si is..."

That piece of paper was thrown into the trash can by Song Si at the time.

An unrelated memory was triggered, and Song Si pondered for a while.

It turned out that he would leave notes in the clinic, but did not leave anything in the bedroom of the Chu family. Maybe the clinic was his home.

I should have looked through the clinic carefully.Song Si thought.

If he could really find anything in the clinic, it would mean that "that Song Si" was wary of the Chu family, and didn't regard it as a real residence at all, and there was a high probability that he would not marry Chu Mingxiao.

Song Si put away the notebook and decided to take it away from the Chu family first.

At night, the two brothers went into their rooms, and Song Si wanted to fall asleep early, lying in this strange yet familiar bedroom, uncontrollably suffering from insomnia.

As long as he calms down, that blue light will appear in front of his eyes.

No matter how he diverted his attention, everything he saw in the cracks was still firmly welded in his mind, making him amazed, trembling, and unable to sleep all the time.

That indescribably beautiful conscious world belongs to him.

Song Si had been forcing himself not to think about this matter all day long, and in the middle of the night, repressed thoughts flooded out and flooded his whole body.

Song Si closed his eyes tightly, and restored the blue nebula exactly in the darkness and silence. He heard his own fierce heartbeat, and a word hovered in his chest for a long time.

gods.

The beauty and power that only gods can possess.

This word caused Song Si to be constantly dragged and pulled, and he still didn't feel sleepy when it was almost dawn.He felt that he was possessed, so he turned on the light as if giving up, got up from the bed, walked around the room a few times tiredly, and finally stopped in front of the bookcase.

Song Si randomly took out a book from the bookcase and forced himself to read it down.

The author has something to say:

No, no, I'm just saying... (wiping sweat nervously