In the morning, in the central area of Beijing, Longshu residence.

Ryushu was wearing a gray T-shirt, showing his muscular arms and looking into the distance, and where the clothes were covered, a little green could be seen faintly.

"Qingluan, what's going on over there at Xiyan?" tilted his head slightly, asking the person who had been standing behind him as if it didn't exist.

"It's nothing special, she is preparing for the graduate school entrance examination, and she is busy studying all day, and then she is with a few girls in the dormitory. Qingluan bent down slightly, very respectful.

"You pay more attention, her side will not be peaceful in the future, remember to protect her. "We have already met, and it is destined that her future road will be difficult.

"I will, sir" Qingluan solemnly promised, he understood the importance of this, and arranged it a long time ago.

"Hmm" Long Shu nodded, and then looked down at the documents in his hand, "Is that all?

"No, I can handle the rest, besides, there is Yuan Jinwen here, so I don't need to worry about it. ”

"Okay, stand down. Long Shu waved his hand, but he didn't ask, he trusted these two people, especially Qingluan, who had followed him for many years and had been loyal.

With a "snap", something fell from a high place, and the sound of shattering reached the ears of the two.

"Hey, this ...... What's going on?Why did it fall so well?" Qingluan walked over, staring at the broken vase suspiciously.

This vase is placed on the shelf, it is an antique that the husband collected before, and now it is used as an ornament, how could it suddenly fall down?

Stand up and check the shelf, it is very sturdy, and the vase is placed in the middle, and there is no unstable fall.

Qingluan looked around, could it be that there was something else here?

"What's going on?" asked Long Shu in a deep voice.

"I don't know why, this vase suddenly fell, sir, is there anything else in the room?" but he didn't feel it, and he didn't see it!

Long Shu's deep, icy eyes swept around the room, "No, it's just the two of us. ”

"That's weird, why did this vase fall off?"

"Well, you can go back. Perhaps, it was just an accident, Long Shu waved his hand again, and the person sat on the sofa, his eyes still looking into the distance, as if there was something that attracted him.

"Smack"

This time, it was the glass on the coffee table that fell, and it fell apart, and one of them slid in a circle into the distance.

"This ...... Sir, what's going on?" Qingluan was shocked and glared, what the hell is going on?

Long Shu then turned his head and stared at the shards of glass scattered on the ground, as if in a state of flux, no one could guess what he was thinking.

Raising his hand, turning it slowly, and looking at it several times, Long Shu aimed at the pen on the other side of the coffee table, his fingers forming claws, as if he was going to grab something.

In Qingluan's sight, the pen suddenly shook, and then slowly, slowly rose, suspended in midair.

"......" Qingluan's eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it, this ...... This......

His eyes followed the pen until it landed in Long Shu's large, bony hand.

"Sir, have you regained your abilities?" After a long time, Qingluan's voice trembling with excitement sounded in this quiet space.

"It should be" Long Shu nodded, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his face was also a little happy, and there seemed to be a light flashing in those deep eyes for the first time.

"That's really good, after so many years, I finally recovered, and in the future, my husband will no longer have to be tied down like this, and he can use his abilities. ”

"Sir, can you try it and see if it's true?" Qingluan stared at Long Shu's hand, suppressing the urge to yell.

"Good"

Long Shu stretched out his hand to the flower pot in the corner, and suddenly tightened, but the flower pot did not move at all, and it was still there.

"How could this be?" Qingluan exclaimed, didn't he recover just now? he saw it with his own eyes, but why didn't the flower pot move?

Long Shu relaxed his hands, pursed his mouth for a long time, and tried again, but the flower pot still didn't move.

"It doesn't seem to have recovered. "Otherwise, why can't even a small flower pot be moved?

"But just ...... Sir, you try again, this time with a pen, try if you can make the pen move and see if it works. ”

Qingluan grabbed the fountain pen that Long Shu had placed in front of him and placed it on the other side of the coffee table.

Stretched out his hand, his five fingers became claws, and he exerted his force suddenly, and then with a swish, the pen flew over, and was firmly held in his hand by Long Shu.

"The pen can be up. Qingluan was excited again, and the heart that had fallen into the abyss just now floated up again,

After experimenting, the two finally came to the conclusion that Ryushu's ability was only a little bit restored, and he could only move small, light objects.

It's like a fountain pen, a table tennis ball and the like, but a bigger one, basketball, football, and flower pots can't do it, and the ability is not enough, so you can't move.

"Sir, this is a good thing, it means that your abilities are gradually recovering, we need to be patient, and when the time comes, we will be able to fully recover. Qingluan felt a little regretful in her heart, Mr.'s ability was not fully recovered.

"I understand" Long Shu's magnetic voice overflowed the corners of his mouth, "Qingluan, I'm not in a hurry." "After so many years of inability, he still came over.

Now, on the contrary, some habits are not capable of solving problems in a human way.

Relaxing and leaning back on the couch, Ryushu was lost in thought, wondering why his abilities had returned.

"Sir, your ...... Your mark seems to have changed. Long Shu was pulled back to his senses by Qingluan's exclamation, a little dazed.

"Sir, your mark seems to have grown a branch. Qingluan pointed to Long Shu's left arm, unable to hide his surprise.

"Huh?" Ryushu turned his head and lifted up his short sleeves, where the imprint was exposed and unobstructed.

It was a clump of verdant grass, with lush leaves growing out of its roots, as if it had just been washed by morning dew, radiating a lustrous glow, and a fresh smell of grass.

Qingluan seems to be able to smell the smell of grass, which is fresh and unique, and will make people feel clear-headed and refreshed.

"It's really changed. Ryujuma held a small green branch, his tone was erratic, and his eyes were also thoughtful.

Does this triviality have anything to do with the restoration of his abilities?

Xiyan was not here, and if she were here, she would be very surprised, because the branch was very similar to the newly grown flower stalk on her arm, and it could be said that it was exactly the same.

It seems that they should be the same as the same branch, they have the same color, even the same pattern.

It's just that Xiyan is not here, so it is impossible to see this scene, and it is even more impossible to know that there is such a mark on Long Shu's body.