Fan Yingying was very grateful to Han Sicheng for his empathy at this moment, she felt that the tight string in her brain began to relax slowly as she spoke, now she doesn't need any support from others, she just wants to say the fear in her heart, I hope someone can listen to her, just listen to her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Say, I'm going to die? I can really see dead people, can you believe it? ”

"Of course you're not going to die." Han Sicheng replied to her softly, with inexplicable firmness and strength in his voice: "These are actually nothing, do you remember that I told you that I was not in good health when I was young?" ”

"Hmm." Fan Yingying sat up straight, the original cold feeling slowly dissipated, and she could even imagine that Han Sicheng was now sitting on the bed, posing almost the same as her, patiently talking to her.

"Back then, I was able to see things that others couldn't." Han Sicheng's tone seemed to be talking about the change in the weather outside, as if a breeze was blowing.

"Are you too?" Fan Yingying's heart suddenly swelled with a strange feeling, like being in a foreign land and wandering lonely but suddenly met someone she knew, or after being terminally ill and hysterically complaining to a patient in the same ward, she found that the other party had the same disease as herself, the kind of time when she was unlucky and felt that the sky was about to fall, but she found that there was a feeling of smashing another person in addition to herself, which made the distance between the two people invisibly shortened a lot, and Fan Yingying's tone had a trace of sympathy and closeness: "That, Can you still see those things now? ”

"You forgot? Didn't I go to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple later, and when I got there, the abbot accepted me as a lay disciple, and I followed them every day to chant the scriptures, and slowly I couldn't see it. ”

"And when do you think I'm going to not see these things?" Fan Yingying asked nervously.

"You must be too weak, your body is weak, you don't have to be nervous, in fact, people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are also afraid of people, people are tangible, and ghosts are invisible, the so-called ghosts harm people are actually illusions in people's own minds."

"Really?" Fan Yingying was skeptical.

Han Sicheng told her very seriously: "Actually, you don't have to worry, didn't you say that the sandalwood Buddha beads sent to you by Senior Brother Miaojue protected you?" That Buddha bead has been opened, and naturally with the blessing of the Buddha, it will be fine. ”

Fan Yingying touched the sandalwood Buddha beads, and her heart slowly settled down.

Han Sicheng chatted with her for a while, and when Fan Yingying's tone began to become calm, he asked her, "Do you still feel scared?" ”

Fan Yingying shook her head, then remembered that Han Sicheng couldn't see it, and hurriedly replied, "Don't be so afraid." ”

That night, Han Sicheng patiently accompanied Fan Yingying, although through the mobile phone, Fan Yingying felt warm and relieved.

He told Fan Yingying about his time in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, from folklore to jokes, and when Fan Yingying's eyelids began to fight and her mind became blurred, he only vaguely heard Han Sicheng say softly, if you are tired, go to sleep, sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be fine.

The next day, Fan Yingying was woken up by the ringtone of her mobile phone, and when she heard Han Sicheng's soft and warm voice coming from inside while holding the phone, she didn't react for a long time, thinking that the two had chatted on the phone all night.

"Are you up?" Han Sicheng asked her.

Fan Yingying turned her head to look at the bright sunlight shining through the gap in the curtains, and squinted her eyes: "I was just about to get up." ”

"That's good."

Han Sicheng's inexplicable words made Fan Yingying unable to react for a while: "What's good?" ”

"It means that you did fall asleep later, and you should have slept well." Han Sicheng's voice was just the right amount of concern, not too intimate and not deliberate.

"Looking for me?"

"Come to Innovation Street in a moment, I'll take you somewhere."

Although Han Sicheng didn't say exactly where to go or what to do on the phone, Fan Yingying immediately guessed what he was going to do with him.

Realizing this, she hurriedly got up from the bed, dressed up and dressed up in half the usual time, checked the mobile phone wallet door key, made sure that everything was properly brought, and hurriedly went out to take a taxi and went straight to the agreed place.

When Fan Yingying stepped out of the taxi, Han Sicheng was already waiting there.

Fan Yingying walked over to him and saw him standing on the side of the road, walking back and forth answering the phone.

Seeing Fan Yingying, Han Sicheng hung up the phone after saying a few more words to the phone, put away the phone, and looked at Fan Yingying's eyes with obvious bruises although she had deliberately retouched: "Let's go, take you to meet someone." ”

Fan Yingying looked at him: "Aren't you in the field?" When did you come back? ”

She also remembered that the monk Miaojue had said that he was not in the city.

"It's okay, don't mention this." Han Sicheng walked forward with her: "My senior brother told me everything about you, don't worry, you are not a big deal." My senior brother can't solve it because the monk was originally chanting the scriptures to surpass the soul, like those who are very good at catching ghosts, they are generally Taoist priests, haven't you watched the movie? He drew Lin Zhengying's classic shape, hung the sword in one hand and raised his index finger and middle finger with the other hand to cross the sword body, and raised his eyebrows at Fan Yingying.

Fan Yingying snorted and laughed, feeling that the feeling of apprehension in her heart had subsided a little.

She looked sideways at Han Sicheng and felt that he was actually quite warm-hearted, otherwise she wouldn't have helped her find Monk Miaojue. But from his words, Fan Yingying also heard that Monk Miaojue really couldn't help her in this incident, and right now, the place where Han Sicheng wanted to take her was the place where things could really be solved.

Han Sicheng led Fan Yingying along the road for a while, turned into a supermarket on the side of the road, and after entering, Han Sicheng bought two cigarettes, Fan Yingying hurriedly paid for it, but he refused.

Coming out of the supermarket, Fan Yingying stretched out her hand and pointed to the two cigarettes: "You smoke?" ”

Han Sicheng smiled, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, lined with those dark and narrow eyes, and looked quite handsome: "What do you want?" This is something to be given away in a moment. Knowing that she had misunderstood, Han Sicheng explained to her.

"To whom?" Fan Yingying was curious, the cigarette Han Sicheng bought just now was actually not expensive, and it was a very old cigarette brand, and people who were willing to smoke this kind of cigarette should not be too young, right?

Han Sicheng took her all the way forward, and said as he walked: "I will take you to meet someone in a while, his name is Zhang Jinxia, it is said that when he was born, the sky was full of golden light, and there was a vision in the sky. ”