Junjun's eyes rolled, and he suddenly looked at Cen Feng's mobile phone on the table, "Sister Xiaofeng, can I play with your mobile phone?" ”

"Yes, go over there and put on your headphones and don't disturb me." Cen Feng rarely plays with his mobile phone, but only uses it to check information on the Internet, or to contact his master and brother.

Junjun took the unlocked mobile phone to the corner, thought about it, clicked into Weibo, and looked at what had happened recently.

After a while, he glanced at Cen Feng and saw that she was sitting on the sofa reading a book, so he secretly opened her WeChat and looked at her address book, there were only a few people in it, but there were two friends there.

One of the people who had applied so many times was the one he saw today. He pondered for a moment, and changed her friend request to prohibit anyone from adding it.

After doing this, he opened the photo album, originally wanting to see if there were any selfies of her, but except for a group photo of three people, it was all scenery photos, and nothing else.

The three people standing in the middle were her, a man in his fifties on the left, who should be her master, and a man in his thirties on the right, probably her senior brother.

Junjun looked at her senior brother carefully, he was quite handsome, and he was a little depressed.

He turned on the camera and wanted to take a selfie, but there was no figure of him inside, and he remembered depressedly that materialization only allowed him to touch things, and for this world, he was just an imaginary soul, and he couldn't take pictures at all.

After the phone was returned, Cen Feng found that his whole person became very silent, as if he had something on his mind, and he didn't nag like usual, although he felt strange, he didn't think much about it.

When I went home in the evening, Junjun made dinner as usual. Looking at the simple meal, he lowered his head and said very sadly: "Sister Xiaofeng, I'm so useless, I can't make you something better." When I go back, I will definitely make money, make a lot of money, and buy you a lot of things. ”

Cen Feng smiled faintly, "Silly boy, after the soul returns to the body, it will forget what happened during the time it was out of the body. From now on, I will only be a stranger to you. ”

"Yes...... Forgot? He looked up at her, "Am I a stranger to you?" ”

She stopped holding the vegetables and looked at him in surprise, which she hadn't thought about.

She used to help a lot of people, and every time they went back, they would forget about her without exception, and over time she got used to it.

Is it a stranger? Probably, but no.

She knows them at their truest and has seen them at their most childish. But it's not right. There is no intersection between her and them at all, and it takes a few days or ten days to cultivate more feelings.

Not even the shallowest friendship.

He hung his head in disappointment, "I see." ”

So, it's still a stranger. But he didn't want to be a stranger with her.

Late at night, Junjun was awakened by a crisp sound of bells, he was in a sleep, he was completely asleep, and he didn't dream tonight, so he woke up immediately when he heard the bell, opened his eyes, but there was a person standing in front of him.

No, this shouldn't be a human, this thing is similar to him, an ethereal spirit.

Subsequently, Cen Feng in the house also rushed out and stood beside Junjun, but it was clear that she had not moved, and the bell on her ankle was still ringing.

Cen Feng glanced at Junjun and turned his gaze to the spirit opposite, "What are you doing here?" Hurry up and leave, or I'm welcome. ”

The spirit was a middle-aged man, and unlike Junjun, he had an evil face, a casual suit, and a cruel glint in his eyes.

"Hehe, let me see, how you're welcome."

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