He Shu originally had a good foundation, and his abilities were not bad. He just had to deal with a rare and exotic monster like Hua Mo, and he lacked a little experience. Now he is willing to settle down and study and study, which is better. Because of his physique, it is destined to be impossible to remain calm forever.

All the trajectories of a person's life have both fate and choice.

What about yourself?

Guanghan suddenly remembered what the woman by the Naihe River asked him.

Did you find a reason to let it go?

"Lao Han, Lao Han, come and judge!"

One person and one bird rushed out.

He Shu was followed by Fengfeng, who was frantic and furious.

"You said that it doesn't take a bath every day, and it hides dirt and filth under its feathers. I'm not helping it clean it up. How can it be treated as a donkey's liver and lungs?"

He Shu circled around the table, and took a washbasin from the bathroom as a shield, not giving the fat bird a chance to get close to him.

"Old Han, I'm heartbroken for this family. You can't be partial. I was afraid that you had something to do last night. I waited in the living room all night, and I don't need you to promise me. Am I good to Fengfeng?"

"Die He Shu, you bastard, you know that I'm losing hair, but you still use my hair to practice spells!"

"You will lose it if I don't practice. Where do you see your hair in the house?" He Shu looked innocent, "I'm here to help you clean up excess dead hair and regain your youthful vitality!"

"Fart, I believe in your evil!"

In the midst of this noise, Guang Han was still able to sit still as before.

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

Yes.

...

Another normal winter day.

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

The three of them each got their own way and enjoyed themselves.

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

There are many more door stickers with blessing characters on the walls and doors one after another, and when look up, eyes are all red.

Fengfeng originally sneered at this kind of shyness, but since he saw a small Christmas tree on the Internet and learned about the Christmas customs, He Shu insisted to buy a small Christmas tree and put it at home. The point is that the tree must be There are all kinds of glittering little pendants, and there are all kinds of small gifts under the tree.

So now the family has become a combination of Chinese and Western. There is a Christmas tree in the ocean of Chinese blessing copybooks. He Shu was forced to take the Fengfeng practice method as compensation last time. , let Fengfeng enjoy the thrill of opening gifts.

After the gift is unpacked, the tree is still there, and it can add a little festive atmosphere to the left and right. He Shu didn't throw it away, but kept it at home.

Fengfeng likes this half-person-high tree so much 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 occasionally dazzling stars on the moon candy pendant.

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

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 games just now, and you had to meditate in the living room. I don't believe you can calm down and meditate when it's so noisy."

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

The phone rang.

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 seemed 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 say."

"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 is said that the damn prostitute has a hard mouth, 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. 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. 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 Siyin 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, brown-haired, blue-eyed, bearded, about thirty or forty years old, who kept asking Jiang Siyin when he would pay back what was owed to him.

"At first, 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?"