In the afternoon, I had dinner with Xia, Xia insisted on paying, I didn't stop it, this is Xia's bottom line, if I invite her to dinner, I'm afraid she will also endure the heat and move out of my house.

"Brother, it seems that my money can't afford to pay you for a long time, why don't you buy some rice and go to your house to steam rice." ”

I nodded, and my kitchen had an extra wok and two pairs of chopsticks, plus the rice pot from a few days ago, and my home could finally have delicious food.

But I may have overestimated Xia, I expected to be able to cry for the children next door's meal, but it was just a fantasy, and in the end, it was the same mushy smell when I first started cooking upstairs a few years ago, and the quarrel with Xia about putting sugar and salt, didn't it also disturb my downstairs.

At night, Natsu was reading a book at the bar, and I was in a daze, when a woman came in wearing a bandeau and was so white that she was glowing, and walked up to Natsu.

"Brother Dong, read a book. As he spoke, he snatched Xia's book, read out the title, and said, "Still reading this kind of novel, the domineering president can take a fancy to a nerd like you." ”

Xia grabbed it and closed the book, the woman didn't know, under the cover of Xia's domineering president's book, it was "War and Peace", "What to drink?"

"Whatever. The woman said, holding out her finger and letting Natsu look at her manicure.

"The manicures are pretty good. Xia Kua.

"No, look at this. The woman said and shook the ring on her finger, which seemed to be real.

"I'll go, it's so good-looking, who gave it. Xia took her sister's hand and praised fiercely, the idioms that Xia has learned from school over the years, I heard Xia from the praise of the women who came to her one after another. "Sister, it's different to take you in your hands, showing temperament, a very dignified lady's style, looking rich and gorgeous, and elegant in temperament. ”

The woman smiled, covering her mouth and laughing, not forgetting to show her big diamond ring.

After chatting with Xia, the woman left happily, and I asked Xia, "Can you first figure out the meaning of the idiom to praise people." ”

"It's called croaking, you know no. ”

"Don't you feel sorry for your conscience to praise people like this? You have a two-dollar diamond ring in the sky. ”

"Brother, this is not a two-dollar diamond ring, it's true. Xia corrected me.

"Really?" I don't believe she can afford a real diamond ring like this.

"Really, the man who sells jewelry on the street is a couple with him. ”

"A couple? It doesn't look like it. ”

"It doesn't matter what you do, if you don't like it, you don't need to buy it, just worry about it"

"The point is that the thing in her hand is like buying it in a two-dollar store, how can it not be seen. I said.

"It's not like that's right, the family has broken up with her, and she still wants to bring other people's things out to show off, where is this reason in the world. Xia said indignantly.

"What do you mean. ”

"Meaning, don't ask what you shouldn't. ”

In the early hours of the morning, I had insomnia as always, I wanted to take sleeping pills to sleep, but I was afraid of addiction, so I had to force myself to sleep, I just slept for a while, I was dazed, I saw myself standing in the middle of the road, the red street lights at the intersection were like hanging lanterns, row by row, the highway was centered on me, tens of thousands of cars were parked behind the zebra crossing, waiting for me to direct the walk, I just couldn't blow my whistle, the whistle of the car bombarded my ears, my heart was numb, the pedestrians at the intersection stood in place and stretched out their hands to accuse me, but I couldn't hear what they said, and in an instant, all the cars were like a negotiation, Pressing the horn together, the whole earth exploded in my brain, shattered, I sat up suddenly, sweating, leaning on the back of the bed, closed my eyes, closed tightly, did not dare to open them, for the first time in my life I felt so empathy for ancient poetry, and sat up in shock in the dying illness, I also resonated with the ancients.

I was scared, I touched the light on the bedside table several times, but I couldn't touch the switch, stumbled to the door, walked into the living room, as soon as I got out of the bedroom, I immediately felt like a steamer, I fell on the sofa, the living room turned out to have a light turned on all the time, maybe Xia was afraid of the electricity turned off, I didn't want to move, the sweat behind me was not clear whether it was scared just now or hot after coming out, I wanted to speak, a number of mufflers were put in my throat, how could I just shout words.

For a long time, I stared at the ceiling for a long time, and when Xia went to the bathroom, I called out to Xia.

"Who?" Natsu turned on the light, looked at me lying on the sofa, and walked over.

"What time is it? I asked.

"It's almost half-past three. Natsu glanced at his watch and told me.

"It's almost dawn. "I'm about the same.

"Brother, doesn't it work at all? Why do you still have insomnia? Natsu looked at me and sat on the edge of the couch and said.

"Maybe it's not a lost soul. ”

"Maybe my method is wrong, or I'll ask someone to show you. ”

"No, no. "I was weak and powerless, but as soon as I heard that Xia invited someone to come to my house to call me again, I suddenly rejected her with a loud voice, my cause was not here, and it was useless to call as many people as I wanted.

"If you don't use it, you don't need it, the souls are all called for children, and there are no souls for adults. Xia followed my words to resolve the embarrassment for herself, she had no intention, but I was really uncomfortable, I felt that I was still a teenager in my heart, how could I become a thirty-year-old adult after a sleep, and I lost my soul.

I sat up with weak muscles and asked Natsu, "What have you been reading lately?"

"Soul Calling"

"You, you speak well. "I'm weak, how can I have the spirit to joke with Xia.

"Really, it's called "Calling Souls", but it has nothing to do with calling souls, it's just a name, written by a foreigner. ”

"Okay, you show it to me, I can't sleep. ”

Xia handed me his hand, the book was very old, and there was a smell of mold and dampness, the name was "Calling the Soul, the Great Panic of Chinese Witchcraft", where did Xia buy this kind of book.

"It was Grandpa Seven who went to the university in the suburbs to collect the rags, and I picked it out of it. ”

"What about your books, too?" I asked.

"Yes, it's all, every time Grandpa Seventh collects a book, I go to pick it out, get a few copies, seven or eight cents a pound, and I can buy several copies. ”

"I'll read a book, you can go to sleep. "I wanted to talk to Xia for a while, but she had class tomorrow, and when she sat on the sofa, she kept rubbing her eyes and couldn't open them.

Xia still reads this kind of book, I never expected it, to the most exciting place, there are notes made by Xia, which also contains Xia's feelings, the logical analysis made by himself is concise and clear, an arrow points to the next arrow, I never thought that this girl who looks like she laughs all day long will write such a serious and profound reading insight.

At five o'clock, as soon as the sky turned white, Xia got up, I was still sitting on the sofa reading a book, Xia stood aside and looked at me, his eyes were full of incredulity, I looked at Xia, smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?" I thought she was fascinated by my angular face in the sun, but Xia still looked at me, and said apologetically, "My books are all collected in tatters, not very clean." "Then I went out to buy something early.

I wondered what Natsu meant by these words, and continued to read, when suddenly, my hand was still, stuck on the top of the page, and my fingers stuck to the saliva that had just been wet, so that I couldn't believe all this, and I began to turn the corners of each page, which were traces of my saliva, and my heart couldn't help but feel lost.

This is the behavior I despise the most when I was a child, why do you have to lick your fingers when you read a book to turn the page, how unhygienic, I remember every time my father sits in the yard to read, especially when I read my textbook, I can't help but lick my fingers when I look at it, and then turn the page, I am very angry and he said, don't do this, but no matter how many times you say it, there will be no result.

Now, I look at my fingers, rubbing my fingers back and forth, and suddenly understand that my fingers are extremely dry, without grease, I can't turn a book at all, and licking my fingers is completely subconscious.

"Am I old?" I asked myself in my heart, how could I look at books like this like my father, and the strange look in Xia just now was not the same way I looked at my father when I was a child?

'I'm old', I closed the book and walked to the balcony, the sun had come out, dazzling golden, I squinted, I kept thinking about my finger, it couldn't secrete oil anymore, it was extremely dry, although the shape of the finger was still yesterday's, but the flesh and bone inside were no longer yesterday's flesh and bones.