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Chapter 31
Chapter 31 Flowers
The signal light ahead turned red, and the car slowly stopped.
On both sides are bright street lamps, falling on half of their faces.
Lu Yingjiu said word by word, "Which priest are you?"
Jingxian said, "I'm not..."
"No more excuses." Lu Yingjiu said bluntly, "With your strength, you are at least a famous priest. No matter how you look at it, you are still alive, and you can stay in the world for a long time. I can only think of one thing. One possibility: You came to the world in the flesh."
Jing Xian didn't answer, just stared at Lu Yingjiu intently.
"You should know that priests and ordinary ghosts are completely different." Lu Yingjiu looked at him, "The price of priests coming to the world in the flesh, on the one hand, is limited in strength, and there may not be even one or two left. On the one hand, you are betting your own endless life. If you die here, you are really dead, and your soul will be dissipated. It can be said that only a lunatic would do this.”
"To be honest," he said, "I can't think of any reason for a priest to do this."
"Jingxian, why did you come to the world? Do you have unfulfilled wishes and requests from me?"
The two looked at each other for a long time.
The street lamp fell in Lu Yingjiu's eyes, and was lightly covered by a few tree shadows, almost sparkling.
Jing Xian turned his head to look at him, there was not much expression on his face, no emotion could be seen.
After a long time, Jingxian said, "No, I don't have any unfulfilled wishes."
Lu Yingjiu let out a light breath.
He said: "Then please go back. I like to get along with you very much, but this is not the place for you to stay. You are a priest, I am a human being, and we should never meet in this life. Ghosts are not just words."
His tone was not strong, but firm.
Lu Yingjiu recalled the days when Jingxian was with him—of course he knew that Jingxian was kind to him. As for Ye Feng's statement: Jing Xian doesn't want his money but only his looks, and Lu Yingjiu is not very sensitive to this aspect of feelings, so it can be regarded as dubious.
But only one thing is certain: Jingxian likes him very much.
Whichever you like.
He was also very reluctant to part with him: Although he had only been with Jingxian for a few dozen days, it was rare to meet a person who traveled with him for so many years.
Ye Feng is very righteous and accompanied Lu Yingjiu during the most difficult period of time. But Ye Feng's behavior is different from him. He has many other friends and his own life, which is different from Jingxian's existence.
Although Jingxian and him seem to have come out of two studios, they have the same aura and get along happily. It can be said that they are not a natural couple - probably since childhood, Lu Yingjiu has been looking forward to such a friend.
A friend who could almost be called "hit it at first sight".
This is also the reason why Rang Lu Yingjiu didn't make it clear to Jing Xian.
Now, sitting in the suffocating silence in the car, Lu Yingjiu thought, he is also quite a selfish person.
He has always shown great principles. However, Lu Yingjiu should have let him go back on the first day when he found out that Jingxian was a priest.
But he covets a little time to be with him.
Jingxian came to the world on impulse, so he should stop all this.
It was time to put an end to it, he had dragged on for too long.
"Is this a goodbye?" Jingxian asked.
"...Yes." Lu Yingjiu replied, "The reason why I'm talking about this today is because tonight's yin qi is particularly strong, and it's the most suitable for you to return to the ghost world. If you miss it, you may have to wait a day or two. months."
"It's not a request, it's a request from a friend. Jingxian, go back tonight."
Another suffocating silence.
The signal light turned green, but Jingxian didn't step on the accelerator, and the car stopped quietly at the empty street intersection.
Of course Jingxian knew that what Lu Yingjiu said was right. There is an invisible law between heaven and earth, people and ghosts will be bound, even he is no exception.
But he doesn't care.
Not to mention that his strength is restricted, even if he is blind and disabled, no ghost dares to say a word to him.
He once slept for more than ten years, and the group of ghosts was headless and chaotic, each showing arrogant ambitions. Even so, no matter how rampant those ghosts and ghosts are, no ghost has ever dared to set foot on the place where he was buried.
- They didn't even dare to take a half-step.
but……
He could hear the faint guilt in Lu Yingjiu's words.
For Lu Yingjiu, this night was already chaotic enough. What he needs most, I am afraid, is a person to calm down and re-organize his emotions and thoughts.
Lu Yingjiu insisted: "Jingxian, go back tonight, now."
Jingxian: "..."
Jingxian whispered, "This seems to be the first time you've 'asked' me to do something. You know, I can't refuse you... I understand what you mean."
He took a deep breath, stepped on the accelerator lightly, and Pagani swept across the night.
The two remained silent all the way until Jingxian parked the car downstairs at Lu Yingjiu.
They got out of the car and stood in the night wind.
Jingxian said, "Then I really left?"
"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu nodded, but still smiled, "It's not that we can't meet again. If you want, you still come in the form of a ghost."
Although both of them knew that the form of a ghost could only stay in the world for dozens of minutes at a time.
There was nothing special about this farewell.
Jing Xian stood by the car and hugged him tightly.
Lu Yingjiu smelled the familiar cold fragrance, like flowers blooming in the snow under the moon.
Then he felt that Jingxian's body slowly became lighter, and the strength of holding him gradually weakened.
In the end, his eyes lit up, his arms were empty, and the light that had been blocked by Jing Xian shone brightly.
Lu Yingjiu stood there for three seconds.
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, his clothes are thin, and he feels a little chill on his back.
Then he smiled lightly and went home.
The lobby was empty, and everyone else had already slept. He got into the elevator, and the floor slowly climbed up. The elevator door opened with a "ding", and the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on.
Lu Yingjiu turned right, but the corridor on the right was dark.
He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and looked up, and saw that the light bulb above his head was broken, and there was glass slag on the ground.
The building is so old that the property doesn't care much. Lu Yingjiu kicked the glass slag aside to avoid cutting people, thinking that he would have to call tomorrow and ask them to change the light bulb.
At the door of the house, he opened the door, and the cow cat greeted him, rubbing against his feet with its tail upright.
Lu Yingjiu squatted down and scratched its chin, but the cow and cat were spinning around the door, meowing, as if they were looking for something.
Lu Yingjiu was stunned for a moment, remembering that Jingxian was feeding the cat every day during this time.
This cat has no conscience. When he sees cat food, his eyes glow green, and he quickly establishes a close relationship with Jingxian, who feeds him. Compared with Lu Yingjiu, it may be more looking forward to Jingxian returning home.
He grabbed the cow cat, rubbed its head violently, and said with a smile, "You little white-eyed wolf, have you forgotten who the owner is so soon? He won't come back."
The cat couldn't understand what he said, and twitched the tip of its tail and yawned lazily.
Lu Yingjiu heated a glass of milk, sat down at the table, and took a deep breath.
Jingxian left, he seemed to let go of something, and the strong guilt finally disappeared - in this night, in the midst of so many chaotic thoughts, this kind of ease was simply invaluable.
I have to say, Jing Xian really understands him very well.
Even leaving is in accordance with his will, it will not be entangled, and it will not make it difficult for him.
His heart was still empty, but he had always been able to control his emotions, suppressed his reluctance, and when he picked up the stroke paper, it was the usual calm and self-control Lu Yingjiu.
...
Noon the next day.
The tea restaurant was full of people, and the collision of cups and chopsticks continued.
Ye Feng concentrated on cutting a large piece of steak. The five-mature beef was oozing juice, dipped in black pepper sauce and served with onions and fries, which made people appetite. Lu Yingjiu, opposite him, maintained the usual elegance of eating and drank mushroom soup slowly.
After eating most of the steak, Ye Feng suddenly raised his head and asked, "Why don't you see your gold master today?"
"What kind of gold owner." Lu Yingjiu said, "I said, Jingxian is an employee of my office."
"Xingxingxing, you said yes, that's it." Ye Feng said, "Where have others gone? Have you finally figured out that the six thousand salary is not worth his running around like this? It seems that he is not too bad."
Lu Yingjiu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why are you acting so much every day. People just went back to their hometown and don't want to do it anymore. You don't want to eat quickly, didn't you say you're going to be there at two o'clock to see your client?"
Ye Feng immediately accelerated, took a few big mouthfuls, and drank water desperately when he was choked.
The client's address is not far from the restaurant, about ten minutes by car.
Lu Yingjiu drove his second-hand Honda.
Jing Xian left behind two or three luxury cars, neatly and shiningly parked in his garage. But Lu Yingjiu was used to driving a broken car to the scene, and, after all, it was Jingxian's thing, not his.
When he went to pick up the car in the morning, he was stunned, almost thinking that Jingxian was still there.
When he got there, he followed Ye Feng upstairs.
This was Ye Feng's entrustment. He was just bored and couldn't be free, so he came over to listen.
The client was an old grandmother, who dragged Ye Feng and talked a lot, to the effect that every morning, someone knocked on her window. But she lives on the 12th floor, how could there be anyone outside?
Ye Feng asked her about her situation in detail.
Lu Yingjiu sat on the sofa and listened casually with a glass of water.
He subconsciously touched the longevity lock on his chest.
This was not a difficult case, and Ye Feng quickly figured out the situation: there was once a person in this building who hanged himself on the roof. It is estimated that his grievances had not dissipated, and he was harassing the residents every day.
So, facing the blood-red light of the sunset, Lu Yingjiu and Ye Feng went to the rooftop.
The man committed suicide by hanging himself on a clothesline.
Originally, the rooftop was covered with colorful quilts and clothes. After someone died, people felt bad and didn't dare to come up. On the rooftop now, there are only a few empty clotheslines, swaying by the wind.
Ye Feng pasted the talisman paper around the rooftop, and Lu Yingjiu stood behind him and said, "This one is a little further to the left, and two more talisman papers are added at the corner facing the southwest, and the west side..."
After laying out all the talisman papers, Ye Feng squeezed a tactic, the talisman papers burned, and only a sharp scream was heard in the air!
All the clotheslines tensed in an instant, as if some weight was hanging on them, like... a corpse.
The wind was blowing so loudly that it sounded like a cry. In front of them, the hanged ghost with a pale face and a long tongue slowly appeared.
The Hanged Ghost looked left and right, and his eyes quickly fell on Lu Yingjiu, who didn't even have a piece of talisman paper.
It flicked its scarlet tongue and rushed up screaming!
And then screamed to death, dispersing in a black mist.
The whole process took less than half a second.
Lu Yingjiu clapped his hands: "Okay, let's go back and entrust."
Ye Feng muttered: "Every time I come out with you, I feel it's too fast."
Lu Yingjiu laughed.
After solving the problem, the old lady was very grateful, and even took Ye Feng's hand, saying that she had never seen such a high-efficiency ghost exorcist. She would definitely write a letter of thanks and send a pennant to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng repeatedly said that it was no longer necessary.
"Besides, it's not me who's the best." He turned around to point at Lu Yingjiu, but was in vain.
Lu Yingjiu had already gone downstairs - he guessed that the old lady would be nagging for a long time, so he decided to go back to the car to catch up on sleep.
Ye Feng was indeed entangled by the old lady for more than ten minutes, and finally got out and returned to the car: "Oh, you slipped very fast."
Unexpectedly, Lu Yingjiu was on the phone.
He remembered the light bulb thing and was about to urge the management office to fix it.
The voice of a lazy aunt answered the phone, and Lu Yingjiu explained the situation to her and asked her to change the light bulb.
But the aunt said casually: "Oh, I know the situation. We really don't have enough manpower these days, and the master is also very busy. I can only arrange it for you as soon as possible."
"When is the earliest?" Lu Yingjiu asked.
"I don't know either, just wait, at least two or three days."
Lu Yingjiu hung up the phone.
Ye Feng asked: "Why, the light is broken?"
"Yeah." Lu Yingjiu said, "I don't know how the lightbulb broke. This property doesn't care much about things, and it is estimated that it will be dragged on for a long time."
"That's really inconvenient." Ye Feng muttered, "Aren't you thinking of changing the community?"
Of course, Lu Yingjiu is not bad for money.
In fact, if he wanted to, he could buy a flat in the city center with full price and move out now.
But Lu Yingjiu shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm used to it. You know, I'm prone to nostalgia."
Ye Feng didn't say any more.
He knew why Lu Yingjiu stayed here.
When Lu Yingjiu was a child, his family was not good. The cost of hiring a ghost exorcist and the incense money to pray to gods and worship Buddha everywhere was a huge expense, and they couldn't afford it at all.
After a long time, Lu Yingjiu's father was the first to collapse.
He made the most cowardly decision: divorce and let it go.
So in the days that followed, Lu Yingjiu's mother, Zhuang Xue, begged for help everywhere, worked several jobs at the same time, and ate the cheapest lunch, just to save some money and beg someone else.
Lu Yingjiu's talent was outstanding, and after learning to draw talisman paper, he relieved a lot of pressure. The ghost marriage has made the situation significantly better, and Zhuang Xue is overjoyed—the work pressure has eased, and she no longer lives in anxiety every day. She even had some spare money to buy flowers and go home after get off work, humming songs and arranging flowers in the living room.
Every time she arranges flowers, Lu Yingjiu comes back from school and studies all kinds of talisman papers.
Unlike him, Zhuang Xue has absolutely no talent for exorcising ghosts.
Although she worked hard to learn exorcism for Lu Yingjiu, until now, the talisman paper still looks like a group of ghosts, and she doesn't understand anything.
So, Zhuang Xue just happily finished arranging the flowers, and from time to time harassed Lu Yingjiu: "Hey, what do you think looks good?"
Lu Yingjiu looked away from the talisman paper, took a closer look at the flowers and plants, shook his head and said, "I don't think there is any difference."
Zhuang Xue complained, "Why didn't you inherit my aesthetics?"
After a while, she asked again, "Do you prefer gypsophila or dog's tail grass?"
"Dogtail grass." Lu Yingjiu replied, his men steadily drawing lines.
After a few seconds, when he put the talisman paper he drew beside him, the back of his neck tingled and itchy.
As soon as he turned his head, his mother was scratching him with a dog's tail grass. Seeing him turn around, she smiled and bent over.
Lu Yingjiu said helplessly: "How many times have you scratched me, what's the fun."
"I want to say more, why are you so old-fashioned and mean nothing at all." Zhuang Xue poked him with the dog's tail again, "How can you not be childish and energetic at such a young age? I look forward to it every day. Don't cry and ask me for pocket money to buy lollipops. Come on, cry for mom."
Lu Yingjiu: "..."
Lu Yingjiu: "Am I really your own..."
"Of course." Zhuang Xue said, "Other people can't give birth to such a cute child." She started rubbing Lu Yingjiu's hair violently, "If you could be more self-willed and act like a spoiled child to me, it would be even more perfect. "
Later, their family situation got better and better, and they finally bought a second-hand house when they were in Lu Yingjiu High School.
——This is where Lu Yingjiu lives now.
The second-hand houses are not expensive, but they are much better than the small houses they used to be no more than 50 square meters.
Lu Yingjiu has already made a lot of money and can buy a bigger and more luxurious house, but this place is what he misses the most.
After all, there used to be huge bouquets of flowers here.
"..."
Ye Feng came back to his senses and saw Lu Yingjiu's eyes looking out the window.
Ye Feng followed his gaze and looked out.
There are people selling flowers on the street. The budding roses, the big carnations, the orchids and the gypsophila, with crystal water droplets on the petals, attracted several girls around, chatting and asking about the price.
Ye Feng said, "Why, do you want to buy flowers?"
"No, I just remembered that my family used to buy flowers." Lu Yingjiu said.
Ye Feng gave an "oh" and said, "Your mother's flower arrangements are really beautiful, but unfortunately I am covered in art germs and don't know how to appreciate it." He smiled, "I still remember that she used to tell me the most One sentence is, 'You don't think Yingjiu is like a child', and then he encouraged me to take you to an Internet cafe, saying that you are about to learn stupid."
Willful and coquettish.
Lu Yingjiu has been insulated from these two words since he was a child.
He has always been extremely restrained, and his rational thinking is far greater than his sensibility. So Zhuang Xue didn't get his wish.
Ye Feng just said that casually, but Lu Yingjiu answered him after a few seconds, "It's still wayward."
"Ah?" Ye Feng asked.
"It's only once." Lu Yingjiu looked at the blooming bouquet and thought of Jingxian, "There won't be another time."
Facing the last rays of the sunset, Honda hit the road.
Lu Yingjiu put Ye Feng down and drove home by himself.
When taking the elevator upstairs, he was ready to turn on the flashlight on his cell phone.
The efficiency of the bad management office is so low, it is conceivable that the light bulb must not be changed.
But to his surprise, after walking a few steps, his eyes were bright, and the lights at the door of the house turned on.
Lu Yingjiu was thinking that the property was finally working, and suddenly stopped under the light bulb.
Not right.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the light bulb against the light.
Glass, tungsten filaments, lamp sockets...all normal, the bulb glows softly, welcoming him home.
But he just noticed a very shallow and faint Yin Qi.
This……
It's a hell light bulb!
——Lu Yingjiu came to a conclusion instantly.