For a period of time after the end of the murder demon incident, Xu Shengxing hastily dealt with his injuries, and then dealt with the cases related to the remnants of the ant colony all day long. But he seems to have fallen into a certain state of mind that can be described as depression, and occasionally goes home for dinner, and he seems to be unthinking. Even though I take a shower every day, I always feel like I'm covered in dust. Even Hu Ma was worried about him and talked to me about it in private.

"Captain Xu used to eat in the cafeteria, but recently, he has not only dragged his feet, but also always eats a lot of leftovers." He told me, "The other colleagues didn't dare to point it out to their faces, for fear of making him angry." ”

From the perspective of an outsider who sees flowers in the fog of my father's work, I took the opportunity to ask the question, "He is very unpopular in the bureau?" ”

"It's not bad." He searched his stomach and organized his words, but he couldn't scrape out much ink for a long time, so he could only say, "It's just that my colleagues often say that they don't understand what he's thinking." ”

Actually, Xu Shengxing is not a difficult person to understand. It is better to say that as long as you get along with each other with a normal heart, you will find that he is a very understanding person. It's just that once a person is too strong, it is easy to make the nerves of the people around him sensitive, and the latter will suffer from the gains and losses of the former's reaction. In this regard, my younger brother Xu Ji, although the scale is different, is also similar.

Xu Ji has also awakened his psionic abilities since elementary school, but unlike Xu Shengxing, he exposed his psychic identity in the third year of junior high school.

Before he awakened his psionic powers, no one thought of him as a difficult person, and he had never changed his temperament because of his awakened psionic powers. If you want to say anything about his personality, it is an "ordinary person" with a kind personality. But even this kind of ordinary person, after having the power to easily tear people to pieces, can no longer be accepted by the public as an ordinary person. I remember him confiding in me a long time ago: he had a good classmate in the class who had a heated argument in public. As for the reason for the quarrel, he did not explain it to me, and now it seems to be insignificant. And after he revealed his identity as a psyker, his classmates seemed to treat him as usual. One day, he suddenly noticed that the classmate he had quarreled with had a bee on his back, so he reached out to help him dust it off.

However, what he didn't expect was that after being touched by him, the classmate screamed in fright and sat down on the ground in embarrassment. The classmates around him who were still talking and laughing normally were also silent, and everyone stared at him without saying a word. His body was pinned to the spot by these gazes, and his spirit seemed to be pulled out of reality, and the voices outside the classroom seemed to come from far away. When he came back to his senses, the classroom returned to a normal atmosphere, and the classmate also stood up awkwardly and politely apologized. This incident seems insignificant in all the things he has encountered since he was exposed, but it also left a deep impression on him.

Why does it have to be me? When he said that to me, I was naturally speechless. Now he doesn't say such biased things anymore, and I'm not incomprehensible to his classmates. When I was still very weak, I was also afraid of the strength of this father and son.

Getting back to the point: Although I believe that Xu Shengxing can handle his emotional problems, he does not mean to be indifferent.

I decided to buy his favorite soft-shelled turtle and make it into his favorite braised turtle, and then express my concern about his current situation in moderation and sincerity from the perspective of my children. In this way, with what I know about him, he will not continue to let himself go any longer. If there's anything wrong with this plan, it's that I'm a little embarrassed.

But it can only be done.

The next afternoon, I asked him if he would be home for dinner, and after receiving a "yes" answer, I bought soft-shelled turtles at the vegetable market and went home with a net for soft-shelled turtles. Unexpectedly, I saw another net bag in the kitchen, and there was another soft-shelled turtle in the net pocket.

Could it be that he also wanted to eat soft-shelled turtle, so he bought the ingredients home first? I sent a text message to ask him. After a moment, he replied: Not me.

I thought for three seconds, and then sent a text message to Xu Ji, who was supposed to be far away.

Soon, he sent a text message back, saying that he was in a cemetery on the outskirts of Beaver City.

As I walked into the cemetery, the sound of a harmonica could be heard faintly in the air. Walking along the voice, I saw Xu Ji standing in front of Xu Quanan's tombstone. He was playing the harmonica, and when he saw me coming, he put the harmonica down.

I hadn't seen him in a while, and he still looked so weak. In terms of appearance, I follow Xu Shengxing, while he follows his mother Lin Xiaoran, who can be called a beautiful boy. I greeted him, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then asked about the harmonica. He looked down at the harmonica, smiled blushing, and said, "Didn't my father occasionally stand on the balcony and play the harmonica?" I wrote down the melody. Sometimes when I think of my home in other places, I will take it out and practice, and before I know it, I will become proficient. How's it blowing? ”

"Sounds good." I say.

He smiled and nodded, picked up the harmonica and blew it for a while, then put it down and said, "I'm also practicing the spell to repair my body, I told you last time." But I don't seem to have the talent for it, and now I can only treat toothache or something. ”

Like Xu Shengxing, his psionic specialty is more violent than repairing. It also has something to do with his hated violent character. Psykers who like violence tend to be more prone to violence, and people who hate violence sometimes do the same. This phenomenon is similar to that of flax flames. The more Hu Ma fears flames, the more he is able to output flames comparable to super-grade psionic energy; The more Xu Ji hates violence, the more it shows that he has an imagination for violence in his head.

"You don't have to get into this kind of thing. I'm fine. I said.

"But I can't rest assured." As he spoke, he looked at the flame glove I was wearing on my left hand, "Huh, what is this glove?" ”

"He gave it to me."

"That's right." He was stunned.

"You heard that your grandfather died, so you asked for leave from school?" I asked.

"Yes. But at first, I didn't know who my grandfather was, because my father never told me. In the morning, I went to the public security bureau to look for me, but my father was not there, but a policeman with dog ears recognized me and told me the ins and outs of the matter. He said, "I didn't expect my grandfather to do so many bad things, even to kill my great-grandfather." I didn't expect my father to kill my grandfather......"

He looked at the tombstone and was immersed in his own thoughts for a moment. I didn't answer. After a moment, he frowned again, as if remembering something, and whispered, "But I heard that canine-eared policeman talk, and things seem to be a little strange." The cause of death of my grandfather was not burns, but gunshot wounds. In fact, someone shot him through the head with a pistol from behind. ”

Maybe it was because he said something disgusting before he died, and some people couldn't see it, so they killed him on the spot from behind with a pistol.

I originally wanted to say this, but if I really said it and it reached Xu Shengxing's ears, he would have suspected that I was a faceless person again. Because only that night, before he made a move, the faceling who shot Xu Quanan, would know so many things.

I did this with a motive.

Powerful language can sometimes become a curse. If Xu Shengxing really killed him as Xu Quanan wanted, then bad seeds would be planted between us. This sounds superstitious, if a grandfather kills a great-grandfather, and a father kills a grandfather, will the son definitely kill his father in the future? Of course, there is no such reason. But if he does it, and remembers, then he will think about it later when we have conflicts, or even when he knows that I am a Faceling.

Once people fail, they are prone to become fragile and easily become fatalistic. At the last moment of his life, Xu Quanan probably believed in fate, and arranged Xu Shengxing's future fate in a prophetic-like tone. Unfortunately, I'm not interested in it at all. Since he likes to revel so much in the tragedy of the murder of his father from generation to generation in the family, and revel in this kind of imaginary sense of fate, then I don't mind "incomprehensible feelings" once.

Instead of accompanying him to complete this tasteless performance art, it is better to beat it directly and change his mood. And although Xu Shengxing failed to fulfill his desire to kill his father with his own hands, he did not collapse because of this.

As I said before, give him time, or push him, and he will be the same Xu Shengxing as before.

"By the way, did you buy that soft-shelled turtle at home?" I asked Xu Ji.

"I was worried that he hadn't eaten well lately, so I bought one on the way over." He admitted, and said embarrassedly, "Originally, I wanted to kill first, but I couldn't do it." Ants and other insects are just that, such a big animal, a little ruthless. ”

"I'll kill you for it."

"Hmm."

"Do you know how to make soft-shelled turtles?" I asked.

"I can try." He said with little confidence.

"I'll do it." I smiled at him, "You prefer steamed turtles, so I'll help you make steamed soft-shelled turtles." ”

He nodded happily, paused again, thought for a moment, and then said, "No, it's better to braised it." ”

"Don't worry, there are two." I said, "Also, didn't you say that you bought the soft-shelled turtle because you were worried about him?" ”

"Yes."

"Did you say that to him?"

"Nope."

"Remember to say it again." I said, "Modestly, and sincerely." ”

"It's a little embarrassing." He said.

I stressed, "In short. ”

He thought about it and nodded, "Hmm." ”

That night, Xu Shengxing had a great appetite and ate three bowls of rice.