He remembered the first time he saw Xu Ping's soul, when Xu Ping looked back at himself.

The calm that quickly recovered after the unexpected shock was filled with never-ending waiting, like a desperate struggle to the point of bruises, finally succumbing to all habits and compromises.

The weather continued to get colder, and Jiang Futing saw that the pedestrians were getting thicker and thicker, and there were fewer and fewer people coming out to play.

Guo Yanfang moved once in December, which happened to be the three streets in front of the department store, Xu Ping searched for a few days to find it, and changed the intersection while waiting.

This intersection was where Jiang Futing met him for the first time.

In January, it's a new year,

Jiang Futing suddenly sighed with emotion, 20 years ago, 20 years later, time has changed.

He stayed in Xu Ping's memory for more than two years, and the world was developing and changing rapidly all the time.

For more than two years, Jiang Futing looked at the scattered pedestrians on the street, and something flashed in his mind.

He looked out of his corner to a billboard in front of a store that was on January 13, at 11:55 p.m.

I don't know why at this time I suddenly thought of the calendar in Bai Tang's computer game, eighteen years ago, that is, the year he is staying now.

The recording time of the game starts on January 21.

There was only a week left until that day, and if he stayed here any longer, would he be able to see what happened that day!

When he realized this problem, he had already begun to subconsciously nervous, curious, and excited.

Xu Ping's soul was still standing there, and Jiang Futing had been paying full attention to the changes in time above, until he jumped to 00:00 on January 14th, and a tearing pain suddenly came from the depths of his soul.

His vision was blurry, and he felt as if something was about to fall apart, his sights, hearings, and all his senses were cracking, and then gradually blurred.

The whole person has been in a chaotic consciousness, but the perception is still there, and the feeling of tearing and dissipating is still continuing, just when he feels that his whole soul is about to be torn apart.

"Jiang Futing!"

All consciousness returned, he instinctively opened his eyelids, the bright light on the ceiling pierced his eyeballs, when Jiang Futing opened his eyes, he only felt that his eyes were sour and swollen, and there were a lot of messy memories and emotions that should not belong to him in his mind.

His eyes were half-narrowed, and Bai Tang's somewhat worried face kept shaking in front of his eyes, and it took a few seconds to coincide.

He still hasn't come back to his senses, the memory of two years is too long, when he experiences it in Xu Ping's soul, it really seems like he has survived two years there, from the beginning of the disaster to the life and death of countless people, and then to the endless wandering and waiting of the soul.

The time of waiting was long, and he almost got used to the thrilling disaster, hid it in his heart, and buried it deeply.

The back two

years, Jiang Futing's only impression is to wait in the dark, from anticipation to numbness, to accustomed to calmness.

So much so that when he saw Bai Tang's face, he didn't react yet.

It seemed like I hadn't seen it in a long, long time, but the face was still the same as before, and there was no change.

Bai Tang looked at Jiang Futing, the other party's eyes were still sluggish, but the deep pupils were unusually calm, the sharp aura that originally belonged to the teenager disappeared without a trace, and his face was still cold and resolute, but it was a lot more calm.

After a while, Jiang Futing still quietly looked at the ceiling above his head.

Bai Tang frowned, stretched out his fingers to probe his wrist, and carefully operated the ghost qi on his body to probe around his body, there was nothing abnormal, and then he relieved himself and asked, "How do you feel, is there anything uncomfortable?" ”

Jiang Futing heard Bai Tang's voice, and the thin time barrier in his mind was suddenly broken, but the trance feeling was still there, and he opened his mouth a little dryly: "No, what time is it?" ”

"Half an hour later." Bai Tang looked at the wall clock on the wall of the living room.

It's only been half an hour, but more than two years have passed.

Jiang Futing moved his fingers, and finally completely detached himself from that heavy and long-term memory.

He was about to stand up on the floor, but found that the touch behind him was soft, cool, with a unique and familiar taste.

And Bai Tang's handsome face seemed to be extremely close to him, his finely curled eyelashes, the color and lines in his iris, and the somewhat moist lips.

Jiang Futing suddenly realized that he seemed to be leaning on Bai Tang's arms, and the tips of his ears began to get hot quickly, and he stood up very abruptly against the floor.

Bai Tang didn't react at all, and the person who was still in a trance just now bounced up like a spring as if he had been stimulated by something.

Jiang Futing felt a firm pain in his forehead, and then there was a painful "hiss~" in his ears.

He hurriedly turned sideways and stepped back, and when he turned his head, he found that Bai Tang was frowning impatiently and rubbing his chin.

Feeling even more embarrassed, Jiang Futing was a little stunned for a while, squatting to the side and looking at him: "I'm sorry." ”

"It's okay, it's okay!" Bai Tang's eyes were red when he hit him, and he continued to rub his chin, is this guy's head made of iron, so hard.

When the two of them got up from the ground, the woman was still standing aside and looking at Jiang Futing with a worried face.

Guo Yanfang's daughter did not appear in Xu Ping's memory, only briefly mentioned it in the letter, called Guo Changhuan.

Jiang Futing met her gaze when he got up, and then looked at the male ghost who was still in the formation.

The strong ghost qi that was still struggling and churning in the formation before has now been completely reined in, and Xu Ping just looked at Jiang Futing quietly, just as peaceful as before.

But the expectation in his eyes couldn't be hidden, Jiang Futing clenched the pocket watch in his hand, and suddenly felt a little confused

, Xu Ping's life was very difficult, and his beautiful life ended before he even began.

Even the way the curtain ends is as vigorous and frank as his one.

Rather die than live silently.

It's just that he didn't have time to repay, all he could do was wait and wait on the road near Guo Yanfang's house.

"Why did you come here?" Jiang Futing looked at him, and his tone was a little heavy.

"I didn't wait for him for two days, I thought he had moved again, so I came here." Xu Ping looked at the bedroom in the corridor, with guilt in his tone: "I didn't expect him to have pneumonia, no one took care of him during the day, it was inconvenient for him to do anything, I really couldn't stand it, so I stayed here, I basically came over every day the previous week." ”

"At first, I thought he was just pneumonia, until I saw the bedsores on his body." As he spoke, his figure shuddered.

When Guo Changhuan heard this, he unconsciously lowered his head, and his reddened eyes didn't know whether it was out of shame or distress.

Jiang Futing heard Xu Ping's sobbing voice, and when he looked over again, his eyes were already gushing out of red liquid: "I don't know how he has lived in the past few decades, what kind of torment he has in his heart, as long as I see those festering wounds on his body, I can't control myself, and I also know the truth of yin and yang......"

Xu Ping said and paused, "But I can't help it, he became like this to save me, that's not what he should bear, but he bears it for me, how can I sit idly by, and how can I leave with peace of mind." ”

Bai Tang had already put away the ghost qi in the formation, and looked at him with unchanged eyes: "Since you are dead, nothing in the world has anything to do with you, he has his life, and your forcible interference will only disturb his life." ”

"But he is innocent, he has done so many good things in his life and saved so many people, but in the end, this is the end!" Xu Ping said unwillingly.

"Good and evil will be recorded in the merit book by themselves, and his body is already weak now, even if you have no intention of harming him, it will not do him any good for you to stay here for a long time." Bai Tang took out his cloth bag as he spoke, and sighed, "Let's go." ”

Xu Ping was stunned, he didn't want his existence to cause trouble to Guo Yanfang, not at all, he owed enough, and he couldn't make up for it.

But......

"He's like this now, I really can't let go!" He struggled, retracted his gaze and turned to Guo Changhuan, he was unwilling after all, and he was reluctant: "No one turned him over during the day, no one took him to the toilet, he couldn't get what he needed, it was inconvenient to eat, it was inconvenient to get out of bed, and no one changed his dressing." ”

Xu Ping's voice became lower and lower, and he couldn't say it anymore when he said it later, he swallowed the tremor of his voice, and then said slowly: "He needs someone to take care of him." ”

Guo Changhuan stood aside and pinched his fingers, Xu Ping's every word made her feel hot, every word seemed to be slashed at her, as if she was being tortured to her, until he finished speaking, Guo

Chang Huan raised his head without hesitation and said firmly: "I will take care of it." ”

"You are busy at home every day, often working overtime, how do you take care of it, if you can take care of it, he will not be like now." Xu Ping's voice was still very gentle, but it carried some questioning.

"Me." Guo Changhuan raised her head, the other party's eyes were very sharp, she was stared at a little weak, and the words that were originally firm on her lips began to lose confidence: "I will ask for leave to come back at noon in the future, and try not to work overtime." ”

"As much as possible?" Xu Ping laughed mockingly, with helplessness and desolation.

Guo Changhuan pursed his lips, hesitated for a long time, and resolutely had tears in the corners of his eyes: "I will come back at noon every day, and I will not work overtime at night in the future." I'll take care of him. ”

"I hope you can do what you say." Xu Ping heard her promise and looked at her directly, "If you dare to lie to me, I will crawl out even if I am in hell." ”

The latter words seemed to be specially said to Bai Tang and Jiang Futing, Guo Changhuan heard that Xu Ping was finally relieved and willing to leave, and his heart that had been mentioned for a long time finally put down, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a somewhat ugly wry smile: "Don't worry, he is my father, who else can take care of it except me." ”

Xu Ping didn't go to say goodbye to Guo Yanfang in the end, and left silently.

He was afraid that Guo Yanfang would be emotional and disagree, and he was also afraid that his psychology that he had finally built after seeing Guo Yanfang would collapse, and in the end no one would be able to hold back.

It's good to just walk quietly and pretend you don't know anything.

When I came out of Guo Yanfang's house, the gloom outside made people chill in my bones, and it was not too far from Bai Tang's house, about half an hour away.

The night was as black as ink, smeared overhead.

(End of chapter)