Yang Muqing got into the car and looked at his phone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At half past seven, although the road is a bit far, if the road conditions are good, it is estimated that you can arrive at half past eleven, and you can also have lunch.

Then he noticed that today was August 14th, a special day for him, it turned out that Murong Cao knew much more about himself than he thought, and he didn't know whether to be angry or grateful, so he had to continue to accept Murong Cao's "kindness" and explore the past that should have been discarded but he actually cherished.

Those days that are almost a one-man torment, although a little bitter, are a medal for the growth of a little teenager.

During this time, the weather was sunny and a little fierce, although it was early in the morning, but the sun was already a little hot, Yang Muqing was afraid of cold and not afraid of heat, so he only opened the car window and did not turn on the air conditioner.

The music didn't turn on, and the quiet environment fascinated him even more, and he was more able to calm down and think.

But as soon as the window was rolled down, a ghost came in and landed in the back seat of the car.

Yang Muqing sneered and picked up a talisman seal, intending to send away this guy who didn't know what to do, but when he glanced at the back mirror, the movements in his hand stopped abruptly.

This face is not unfamiliar, no, it should be said to be very familiar.

This man, who has been salivating and teasing himself since he was seven years old, still looks like a seven-year-old, because his life is forever stuck at the age of seven.

And, to be precise, he wasn't a ghost, but his own thoughts.

Giving birth to a ghost because of his thoughts is not a difficult thing for a person like him who has a particularly strong mental and spiritual power.

Could it be that Murong Cao was an unpredictable prophet and knew that his demons were about to be born, so he gave himself time to deal with them?

Not really......

Yang Muqing hurriedly stopped his thoughts, no matter how powerful Murong Cao was, he was still a human, not a god.

"Long time no see, Deng Yuanzhou."

Yang Muqing greeted with a smile, and the corners of her eyes seemed to glow with water.

"Xiao Qingzi, when you grow up, I don't even know you anymore, but you're still so good-looking." The smile on Deng Yuanzhou's little face is always brighter than the sun.

Yes, this is indeed very similar to what Deng Yuanzhou would say in his memory, Yang Muqing expressed satisfaction with the idea he made.

Unknowingly, twenty years have passed, and when Deng Yuanzhou left this world, he was only five years old.

For the first time, Yang Muqing felt a little old.

"How have you been doing all these years?" Yang Muqing asked a question that he felt was an idiot.

Deng Yuanzhou is a ghost, what can he do well?

And he is his own thoughts, maybe he should ask himself, do you want Deng Yuanzhou to be happy, or sad?

"Me? Very good, Xiao Qingzi, you don't know me, I am like this every day! "Deng Yuanzhou's tiger-headed appearance has not changed at all.

"That's good." Yang Muqing drove the car smoothly, and there seemed to be no fluctuation in his emotions, but which talisman seal in the palm of his hand was clenched tightly by him, as if it was about to be crushed.

"Xiao Qingzi, why are you frowning? I don't think I'm happy. Deng Yuanzhou turned up a heel fight in the back seat, fortunately he was invisible, otherwise Murong Cao's snacks would have suffered, at least the pile of potato chips would have been crushed into slag.

"No, I'm glad to meet you." Yang Muqing's words are true, although Deng Yuanzhou often appears in his dreams, it is the first time he appears in his real life.

Perhaps after coming to the Spiritual Center, my guard was relaxed, and some weak consciousness began to be invaded by my own obsession, and I urgently needed to erupt.

"I'm also very happy to meet Xiao Qingzi, and I want to play with you." Deng Yuanzhou pounced and pulled Yang Muqing's hair, not with much force, obviously just joking.

Yang Muqing smiled, he always treated others with a cold face back then, but Deng Yuanzhou only liked to stick to himself regardless of it, it seemed to be malicious harassment, but in fact, he just couldn't bear to see himself alone.

It's a pity that I just thought he was very annoying and cheeky back then, and I couldn't wait to hide as far away as possible, and I didn't understand the kindness he hidden.

"Let's go back and have a look today." Yang Muqing said softly, as if he was afraid that a breath would be too heavy, so he dispersed Deng Yuanzhou, a ghostly ghost with no spiritual power.

Deng Yuanzhou appeared so appropriately, in the final analysis, it was related to the place he planned to go today.

Deng Yuanzhou nodded, and gradually quieted down, squinting in the sun, his sparse eyebrows and small freckles on his cheeks were vivid.

The car continued to drive on, farther and farther away from the city he knew, to a place where he had been away for ten years.

Whether it is ten years or twenty years, it is all his roots.

No matter how far a person goes, when he dreams back at midnight, he is still the people and scenes he is most familiar with, disillusioned and reborn, as if he has never disappeared.

The summer weather is like a girl's face, always saying that it changes, and the sky is still clear in the morning, but before ten o'clock, the western sky begins to rise with heavy clouds, and then lightning and thunder, and the sun has not faded, and the showers have come.

"It was raining, like the weather that day." Deng Yuanzhou's crisp children's voice in the back seat hit Yang Muqing's eardrums, which was more shocking than the thunder.

Yang Muqing lowered his head, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

He slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a halt, washed out in the rain.

The wind and clouds changed color, and this car of one person and one ghost looked very thin in the world, as if it was about to disappear at any time.

"Deng Yuanzhou, do you hate me?" Yang Muqing was talking to Deng Yuanzhou in a completely adult tone, at this moment, he no longer regarded the other party as a child, "If you don't go out that day, you won't die, you will live well, much better than I am, you are so cheerful, completely different from me."

"Hate." After Deng Yuanzhou pretended to spit out the word gloomily, he chuckled, "Do you want me to say that?" I don't blame you, I was the one who came out to find you that day. ”

"I often think about how good it would be if it was me who died that day, I would rather exchange my life for your and Teacher Xiaoya's lives."

Yang Muqing closed his eyes, although he was only five years old at the time, everything that happened was too sad, and it became a memory that he could not erase for the rest of his life.

When he was three years old, his parents died of illness one after another, because he was born with ghosts, and the child did not know how to hide it, so he was identified as the source of the disaster, and was pushed around by his relatives like a plague god, and finally at the age of four and a half, he was quietly sent to the Red Heart Orphanage by one of his relatives.

At that time, he was already somewhat sensible, sad in his heart, stubborn and stubborn, and extremely repulsed to live in an orphanage from now on, although he knew that he had nowhere to go, but he would "run away from home" when he seized the opportunity.

Teacher Xiaoya was the life teacher at that time, responsible for the daily life of the children in the Red Heart Orphanage, and every time she found that Yang Muqing was missing, she would patiently search for him until she found him.

The games of "running away" and "being found" were played by Yang Muqing tirelessly for half a year.

That time, in fact, Yang Muqing had already promised himself that if Teacher Xiaoya could find him successfully this time, he would stay in the Red Heart Orphanage honestly and never let her worry about it again.

Yes, there is indeed no next time.

It's just that it's not because he has become sensible, but that Teacher Xiaoya and her little follower Deng Yuanzhou, who went out to look for him that time, will never come back.