Everyone owes me a favor

Feng Ruyu felt very wronged.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he fell into this endless world of mortals, and no one discussed it with him.

He came whenever he came, but he was surrounded by ghosts as soon as he came, scaring him so much that the three souls and six souls he had just gathered were about to disperse again.

Thanks to an ugly thing protecting him and biting off a ghost's head in one bite, other ghosts were frightened away from approaching.

Feng Ruyuan looked up at the ugly thing protecting him.

It has seven faces, slender and soft hands and feet, twisted like a hemp rope, twisted into a pillar-like torso, spread out two palms, and put them gently on his shoulders, simulating a hug pose.

As before is really appreciate it.

...but it really pissed him off.

Feng Ruyuan accepted the shelter listlessly, and finally saw a ray of sky light, like a person who has been drought-stricken for a long time, he hurriedly went out, but ended up bumping into walls everywhere.

He was also disappointed by the situation outside.

The light was too bright, the door frame was too hard, and there was one person, and he was not allowed to go anywhere.

The most frightening thing is that he still calls himself "foster father".

Feng Ruyu was frightened.

He felt that there was no reason in this world to rush to recognize his father, and he looked at himself in the mirror, in his prime, so it was absolutely impossible for him to be the father of such a grown-up man.

He thought: ... This person is probably sick.

But this patient is really a little bit wise, he really can't break through the snare he set, in the end, he has no choice but to wrap himself in a corner and refuse to talk to the sick person.

After the man forcibly opened his arms protecting his head and face, he tentatively knelt down on his knees in front of him, grabbed his arm with one hand, and touched his shoulder with the other.

There was a barrier on the wall, Feng Rugu couldn't move back any further, so he had to twist his body and resist silently.

Seemingly seeing this, the man stopped trying to touch him, and withdrew his hand: "...Are you... afraid of me?"

Feng Ruyu's first impression of him was indeed not good.

One reason is that he calls himself old, and the other reason is that he doesn't smile.

His face was pale, his thin and sharp lips were tightly pursed, and the muscles on his side cheeks were slightly bulging, as if he was gritting his teeth vigorously.

Feng Ruyuan felt that he was angry.

Seeing how he pushed himself into a corner, did he do something bad to make him angry?

When Feng Rugu was racking his brains, the man wanted to raise his hand to stroke his hair, but he raised his hand halfway and put it down again.

His face was pale and pale, and there was some unfounded hope in his cold voice: "Father, don't joke with me..."

Feng Ruyuan ignored him, and covered his head and face again.

The other party didn't force him. After a brief silence, he lowered his voice: "Father, what do you remember?"

Feng Ruyu resisted to death without saying a word.

He didn't remember his name, he didn't remember what he was, and some simple and scattered thoughts were spinning in his mind.

He could only understand half of the other party's words, and the other half was vague, as if there was an area in his mind shrouded in gray fog, and any words and thoughts that drifted here would be swallowed up.

After the other party asked a few questions, seeing that there was no response, they stopped speaking.

Feng Ruzhi sneaked a peek out from the crook of his arm, and found that he was sitting side by side with him, guarding his side, his fingers seemed to be grabbing something, but he was trying to restrain something, his fingertips were leaving his belt The three-inch floor tiles were whitened by pressing.

Feng Ruyuan sneaked a few glances at him, but he didn't move.

Therefore, Feng Ruyuan's mind was active, and he planned ambitiously. When he fell asleep, he would find an opportunity to run away.

Later, Feng Rugu yawned endlessly while waiting, unknowingly tilted his body, and fell asleep on his shoulder.

He didn't know how he got on the bed.

In a daze, I only know that someone put him on a piece of softness, arranged his hair very lightly, combed it little by little, and tucked it behind the ear carefully,

Someone pressed against his ear, sighing, as if there was a suppressed heartache: "That's...that's fine."

"Whatever you are...is fine."

After waking up, Feng Ruzhi gave up the idea of ​​leaving.

Because this bed is very comfortable.

As for the original owner of the bed, he was neither driven away nor forced to do anything.

Feng Ruyu's limited thinking allowed him to pretend to be the owner of this house at an extremely fast speed.

Feng Ruyuan woke up, woke up and slept, he was not bored, he was very happy.

He seemed to have never been this calm since he was born.

As for the person who lives with him, Feng Rugu still doesn't know anything about him.

He is a very quiet person, he just stays with him from a distance, for fear of frightening him, only occasionally when he wakes up between sleeps, he will see his face by the bed, quietly holding a book, watching look at yourself.

When seeing it for the first time, Feng Rugu still suspected that it was a dream, so he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

When the man moved, he seemed to want to hide, but in the end he restrained himself and did not hide.

A fair face gradually turned red under Feng Ruyuan's touch.

Feng Ruyuan found it interesting because he didn't use any force.

The man summoned up great courage and raised his hand to hold Feng Rugu's hand, but Feng Rugu lost interest. He stretched out his hand to touch the red mole on his earlobe, turned over and continued. His great cause of sleep.

Feng Rugu likes to sleep very much now, and can sleep for up to two hours a day.

As he sleeps, he can feel his body growing and filling.

During the short waking hours, he likes to lie down by the window and watch the clouds roll outside the window.

One day, it rains.

Feng Ruzhi lay beside the window, lazily looking out the window.

The man was trying to talk to himself again: "Does foster father like to watch the rain?"

Feng Ruyu curled his lips.

He vaguely thought, what good is it raining, every time it rains, the body will hurt after the humidity is over.

Thinking of this, Feng Ruzhi stretched his arms and legs and found that there was no pain, so he quickly put this illusory thought behind him, raised his face, looked at the sky wholeheartedly, and waited for the rainbow to come.

In the long past, maybe in the previous life, on countless rainy days, he once moved a small stool with a child on his knees, and the two raised their faces in unison, looking at the gray sky. sky.

The child asked with great anticipation: "Father, when will there be a rainbow?"

And he replied, "Just wait."

After waiting time and time again, the two had very bad luck in this matter and never waited for the rainbow.

Later, he never saw that child again, but he left behind this habit. Whenever it rained, he would sit in front of the Green Bamboo Hall and wait quietly for the rainbow to come.

The man tried to talk to himself again, this was more than a few hundred times in the past ten days: "What are you looking at?"

Feng Ruyi didn't answer, just focused on looking at the sky.

The man looked at him expectantly, and asked again: "...What are you waiting for?"

After more than ten days, Feng Rugu suddenly spoke.

His words were so correct that he surprised himself: "...Little Hongchen."

After saying these three words, the expression and body of the person beside Feng Rugu stiffened, and he sat himself like a clay sculpture, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he was cold and sad.

But after Feng Ruyuan said the name, he tilted his head curiously.

...Little Hongchen, who is it?

At this time, Feng Rugu heard a man with a bright head come to look for him in the rain, and called him "Uncle Ruyi" in the courtyard.

So he ran under the table like a frightened bird,

In the morning, Feng Ruyuan memorized his name carefully.

In the afternoon, when he was put into a sword and taken out by the man, he completely forgot Ruyi's name.

When seeing the ugly thing again, Feng Ruyuan's mentality had already calmed down a lot, but after chatting with her, he found that one-seventh of the ugly thing was his nominal wife. say a word.

He sat in the sword, thinking intently of the name he had forgotten.

Feng Rugu's thinking was slow and erratic, until the sword body he was standing on shook and the outside wind disappeared, and Feng Rugu realized that he seemed to be brought out by that person.

He poked his head out of the sword curiously, and was pushed back by the thumb of the person who was about to step into the formation, only in time to see the flying white flags that filled his eyes, fluttering like clouds.

...Feng Ru has kept his revenge.

But within a quarter of an hour, he forgot all about the vengeance with his finger, and squeezed out the sword again.

Probably walked through the most dangerous area, this time the man didn't hinder his petty movements and curiosity.

They came to a large lake.

During the rainy days, a famous young man came up from the center of the lake naked.

The skin on his body turned white from the blisters, and frost formed between his brows, as if a thin layer of salt had been sprinkled on it.

His eyebrows are like stars, but unfortunately the light in his eyes is very dim. The surrounding water surface is continuously ejected by the raindrops into fine bubbles, and he stands in it, dripping water dripping down his cheeks, making him look like a A handsome and pale water ghost.

Fortunately, he was still alive, exhaling thick hot air from his mouth.

He wiped the water on his face indiscriminately, his expression was blurred.

Another young man with a gentle and obedient face was standing by the lake with an umbrella in his hand. His back was so thin that Feng Ruzhi couldn't help worrying that the clothes on his body would overwhelm him.

He whispered: "Brother, go back."

The water ghost, who was called "Senior Brother" by the visitors, wiped the water off his face and said stubbornly, "I'll look for it again."

The water on his face couldn't be wiped off no matter what, the water droplets rolling down from his long hair and the dense rain curtain shrouded his head and face in a cold haze,

He repeated: "... there are swords in the lake. There really are. I remember throwing them around here."

The visitor couldn't bear to say: "It's raining, it's cold, you..."

The man in the water waved his hands repeatedly, repeating: "...Go back, go back."

After all, he plunged into the water again, letting the sound of water all over the sky drown him out.

The lake is so big that it has no bounds.

Luo Fuchun searched for ten days, digging through the mud one by one and digging out the lake sand, but he was disappointed again and again.

He was slurring some meaningless and incoherent words.

"I will learn." Luo Fuchun murmured, "...Master, I will learn well...all..."

……

Seeing this scene from a distance, Feng Ruyuan suspected that he was out of his mind.

The sky is not cold, but the water is cold, especially after a pattering autumn rain, fools will go into the water to find things.

Anyway, if the seal is changed, it will not go down no matter what.

And the young man holding an umbrella by the lake noticed their side, came slowly, and greeted the person who took him in now: "Have you come, Layman Ruyi?"

Feng Ruyi clapped his hands together and let out a haha: That's right, his name is Ruyi!

In order not to forget it again, Feng Rugu searched around for something to write on, and did not listen to the words of the umbrella-holding youth: "...Master's sacrificial ceremony will start at [-]:[-] Shen Shi. Before it starts, I will take you for a walk around Fengling .”