I'm on my way. Walking alone on the road.

It's familiar.

All of a sudden, it started to rain, and I started running, and I ran faster and faster, and the rain got heavier and heavier, and the rain splashed up as I ran, and I could see the splashes beside me.

Rain.

The scene in front of me was blurred by the rain, and I watched a large mass of shadows coming in vaguely, with the laughter of girls and the cold, man's voice.

I don't know why, my body doesn't seem to be mine anymore, or my heart tells me to stop, don't move.

As they drew closer, their voices clearer. Several girls were holding small flower umbrellas and laughing brightly. Surrounded by a young man was a young man. He looked slender, wearing a white shirt, walking under the protection of the girl's small flower umbrellas. His head seemed to tilt slightly toward me and he glanced at me.

My heart was pounding.

Really, a picturesque man. I think.

Involuntarily, I stepped forward, and I heard myself unconsciously say, "Childe, you ......", but he walked straight in front of me, as if he didn't see my slightly outstretched hand, or didn't see me at all.

A girl's voice laughed and asked, "So what did you do in Argentina in 1882?" Then there was the young man's low laughter, but I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Year 1882. Argentina.

My heart was pounding. I know! I know him! I know what really happened in Argentina in 1882! The blood seemed to be boiling, and something unknown to me was quietly approaching, as if it was right in front of me, and I reached out and could touch it!

Just reach out!

The piercing alarm clock rang, and Five Orange woke up violently.

It's a dream!

A sense of powerlessness and nothingness swept over him, and he collapsed on his back on the bed, covered in a cold sweat.

Wucheng rolled over weakly and raised his arm to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. How to say it...... That feeling? Argentina, 1882, what does it mean?

He stood up with his heavy head covered, grabbed a coat and put it on, and stumbled into the bathroom to wash his face and sober up. I drank too much wine last night, and I didn't feel good about my hangover at all. The cool feeling of the cold water on his face made him sober up instantly, Wu Cheng raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror, to be honest, his appearance was more childish than his actual age, full of youth, his eyes were clean and vibrant, and he seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old.

The young man in the mirror blinked, his eyes glanced to the side, the curtains in the living room had not yet been opened, and in the mirror, in the dark corner outside the door, there was a lonely and faint figure.

He smiled, not paying attention.

There's always a lot of interesting stuff.

After some washing, Wu Cheng Caocao ate some leftovers from the refrigerator, sat down in front of the computer and started working. He is an illustrator, he has just graduated, he has not found a stable job, he has sent out several resumes in the past two days, and he is still waiting for a reply from the company. He didn't bother to eat today, he spent the whole day in his chair drawing sketches, watching the sun go from morning to west, and golden light came out of the cracks in the curtains and flowed quietly on the floor.

Five Orange faintly felt a little sleepy, he looked at the picture on the screen, the man with long black hair was in the snow, looking up, on a bare orange tree beside him, an almost blackened orange hung alone on the branch, falling on the thick snow.

"Hmph." For no reason, he snorted coldly, reached out and pressed the shutdown button, the screen flickered a few times, and after more than ten seconds, it fell into pitch black.

"Sleep." He muttered.

In fact, it's good to live alone, but it's a little lonely, it's different from at home, and no one will answer when you speak, and you've developed a problem of talking to yourself after a long time. Wu Cheng didn't care much, he pulled the things on the table to his side, then lay down and slept quietly.

The small room was silent for a while, except for the sound of his steady breathing.

As the sun set, the light in the room dimmed, and the computer screen silently and honestly reflected what it saw, the cheap sofa, the tall and thin floor lamp, the fading flowing gold on the floor, and a figure that was getting closer and closer.

The man carefully took Five Orange's coat and draped it over him gently, and when his fingers touched his bare skin, he retracted sharply, and was about to withdraw his hand, but his right hand was suddenly caught.

On the screen, Wucheng opened his eyes slightly, as if he hadn't woken up, but there was a smile of unknown meaning on the corner of his mouth, "I caught you." ”

"So, what exactly are you? Ghost? Or which way is it a fairy? Well? I've been at my house for a long time. Five Orange eyebrows crooked, sat on the swivel chair and spun around, looking up at the person standing in front of him.

The person who was asked was not panicked, and after being stunned for a few seconds, a smile appeared on his cold face, "I am your guardian spirit." ”

"Guardian Spirit—" Five Orange stretched out the last note, and the clean boy's voice was childish, and he didn't say believe it or not, so he repeated it meaninglessly, "That's good." ”

"What's your name? Well? Five Oranges stood up and met Chang Xiyang's eyes. Five oranges are quite tall, but that baby face always looks like he is very small. Xiyang was blocked by the man, sunk in the shadows, his voice was as cold as others, but he also paused word by word, seriously, "Chang Xiyang, I am Chang Xiyang, your guardian spirit." ”

Wucheng blinked, leaned closer, showed a little white and shiny little teeth, and laughed, with two shallow dimples, looking clean and beautiful, "Xiyang, you are so good-looking." ”

"You're not afraid."

"Afraid of what? It's lonely to live alone, as long as you can have a company, it's nothing if you're not a person, right? What's more, you're so good-looking. He said, reaching out to touch Chang Xiyang's face, "Your body temperature is higher than mine, I thought the spirit was cold." ”

Chang Xiyang didn't answer, this person was far calmer than he imagined, and even a little ...... Bummer? Now, on the contrary, his suddenly appeared spirit was a little overwhelmed.

Wucheng got up and turned on the light, the room lit up for a while, the light was dazzling, he subconsciously squinted his eyes, "Do you know, I dreamed of you in the morning, did you deliberately enter my dream?" ”

Chang Xiyang was a little stunned, but it didn't seem like he was pretending, he shook his head, "I also just had an entity not long ago." ”

"So—"

"Siyan?"

"Huh?"

"You're going to ...... Do you cook? ”

“……”

It's too much! This person! How can you meet and cook with a spirit you don't know! If you are not afraid at all, you are already very faceless, and you have to inch in!

Chang Xiyang's face darkened, and then he turned around neatly and walked into the kitchen, his long black hair flicked beautifully in the air for half a circle, and hit Wucheng's face perfectly.

"Watch out." Five Oranges secretly slandered themselves.

"I hear you." A spatula sticks out of the crack in the kitchen door and shakes it at him a few times, probably, the meaning of a threat?

Chang Xiyang was extremely efficient, and it didn't take long for him to serve the dishes, a few plates of home-cooked dishes, red, green, and green are also very good-looking, Wu Cheng looked at the steaming dishes in front of him, took a deep breath of aroma, and rubbed his hands with a pure smile, "I haven't eaten such a great thing for a long time, but- I don't even know that there are these dishes at home?" He looked at Chang Xiyang, whose expression instantly stiffened, and understood.

Of course he knew the bleak appearance in the refrigerator, "You conjured it?" ”

“…… Well. ”

"I'm going to be okay if I eat it, right?" The boy bit his lip, his face a little tangled.

"No, it won't."

Five Oranges smiled with satisfaction and put some food into the bowl with peace of mind. Chang Xiyang saw that the man moved his chopsticks, and he ate it himself.

"Will the spirit also eat?" Five Orange looked a little strange.

"......" Chang Xiyang didn't speak, pushed the bowl of rice in front of him in front of Wu Cheng, put down the chopsticks with a "snap", continued to chew expressionlessly, and swallowed the mouthful of rice just now.

"Eh, don't be angry, I'll ask." Seeing that the man was angry, he hurriedly pushed the bowl back, and smiled again with a piece of meat, "Eat, do you want me to feed you?" ”

Chang Xiyang turned his head and ignored him, and Wu Cheng Zhen took the meat to Xiyang's mouth, "Obedient." You see you didn't tell me anything, I don't know anything except that you are my guardian spirit, I have the impression that this kind of thing is mysterious, if you don't eat or drink, you will float day and night, you see......" He added a little grievance in his voice, Chang Xiyang glanced back at him, opened his mouth and bit off the piece of meat, and the tips of his ears were quietly a little powdery.

Seeing that the man's throat moved and swallowed, the young man smiled flatteringly, "Delicious, right?" ”

Chang Xiyang didn't pay attention to him, and Wucheng was not annoyed, he lifted his chopsticks and began to fight with the food, and he was satisfied with his meal. Seriously, it's been a long time since he's moved out of the house and he's not had a steaming meal like this.

Chang Xiyang was a little helpless, this person was really hungry, like a child, he didn't care about eating at all, since he had seen through it, he didn't shy away from it, and with a wave of his hand, he conjured a glass of water out of thin air and handed it to the person, Wucheng took it and drank it, and gave him a thumbs up with his left hand.

"So, let me introduce myself." Seeing that the man was only concerned about eating, not caring about his identity, Chang Xiyang had no choice but to open his mouth.

Five Orange blinked, motioning for him to continue.

"Actually, everyone has a guardian spirit. Your parents, your brother. As your guardian spirit, if I harm your heart, I will not be able to be reincarnated in the next life, but if I protect you and take care of your well-being, I will be able to vote for a good family in the next life. ”

Wucheng was desperately stuffing food into his mouth, he nodded to show understanding, Chang Xiyang was helpless, and continued, "According to common sense, you can't see me, but in the past few days, I don't know why, I gradually have a physical ......"

"Hmm," Five Orange struggled to swallow the food in his mouth, "so I can touch you?" ”

"Yes."

"Someone else can do it too?"

"I don't know."

"That's it." He nodded, and resumed eating.

"That's how you believe? No doubt at all? Chang Xiyang was a little surprised, please, this person's receptivity is beyond his imagination.

"What if you don't believe it, I won't know what you don't want me to know." Five Oranges raised their eyes, and their tone was casual, as if they were just saying something inconsequential.

Chang Xiyang lowered his eyes slightly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and when he raised his eyes again, all his feelings disappeared. His right hand lightly drew a circle in the air, and the glow of temperature stayed in the air with his hand, and in the warm breath, he reached into the small circle that was rotating in place, and took out something.

"Huh?" Wu Cheng's calm face finally showed a look of surprise, "What is this?" ”

"Look." Chang Xiyang stretched out his hand, and there was a small sachet lying on the palm of his hand, the blue satin fabric was inlaid with gold thread, shining and shining, looking delicate and small, very cute.

"Is this the Spirit's way of expressing love?"

“…… This is a small blessing bag for you, put it away, and inside is a peace charm and some soothing herbs. Automatically ignoring the man's words, he paused, "After all, I am your guardian spirit, and my spiritual power is still a little bit, so I naturally won't harm you." ”

Wucheng reached out to take the small blessing bag, Chang Xiyang's fingers touched his palm, and he didn't leave for a while, but stayed for a few seconds with some nostalgia. Wucheng smiled and directly held the man's hand, "If you want to touch me, just say it, it's not that I won't touch you." ”

Chang Xiyang was so shocked that he hurriedly took his hand back, and his face was dyed with a layer of powder.

That little blessing bag seemed to really have spiritual power, and Wu Cheng clearly felt that there was a warm breath flowing from his fingertips into his body. It is like a warm current, blown by the trade winds, into the originally cold and deep sea.

The rough blue sea calmed down.