Chapter 22 Prologue

Every winter and summer vacation, Wu Wei will return to his hometown to clean the house and stay for a few days. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Before the age of five, under the plane tree in front of the courtyard of the house, the breeze was blowing, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the grassy red earth, sprinkled on the child's innocent smiling face and the father's broad and majestic back.

The child sat on his father's back and smiled happily: "Climb quickly, on the left... Left ......"

The father said dotingly, "Okay, sit tight, go." ”

The elder brother, who practiced boxing, said while hitting the shaking sandbag with a left hook and a straight right fist: "Childish, really a little kid"

The mother, who left the washed clothes open to dry in the yard, smiled slightly.

Before the age of five, Wu Wei was happy, with good people, good families, and the world was full of laughter, like a child in a honey pot.

But one day after the age of five.

That year, on that day, the cold wind was howling, the cracked red earth was dry and hard, and these few black crows rested under the bare plane trees, and winter came.

My father is gone, he goes to heaven, and he has a cerebral hemorrhage.

This bad news was like a thunderbolt from the sky, which caught people off guard, the mother's hair was scattered, her eyes were blank, and her face was full of misery and misery, and she could only smile when she faced Wu Wei's clear eyes, because this child didn't know what sadness was.

The elder brother looked dull, silently and mechanically pounding the sandbag, which swayed like a swing in front of the yard.

Slowly, time is like the water of the Yangtze River flowing through it, always flowing downward, always flowing eastward, just like life always has to live.

My mother supported the family alone, raised her brother and younger brother alone, went out early and returned late, slept at night, and had a good future, but at the age of thirty, she had the body of a fifty-year-old.

However, fate doesn't seem to have stopped playing with this home. When Wu Wei was six years old, his brother contracted leukemia and had no money for treatment, so he also went to heaven.

This time, the mother held back her grief, even though the tears were still uncontrollably rolling down her cheeks, she would still appear in front of Wu Wei with a strong posture.

Wu Wei understood, if he left, he would be gone, and if he disappeared and fell into heaven, he would not be able to come back. It's like stagnant water in a courtyard that disappears after a day of exposure to the scorching sun, and is never to be found again.

This time, Wu Wei didn't cry or make trouble, neither crying and shouting for his father like before, nor did he mess around like before.

He was like a quiet little beast, alert and sensitive.

In school, the surrounding classmates have cast strange eyes, and gossip is essential.

"Look, he's the weirdo, and I've heard that he often does inexplicable things, sometimes shouting, sometimes running in terror like a psychopath."

"Yes, yes, you see his calm face, as if someone owes him five million."

"Hmph, look at the way he looks, he is underbeaten, pretending to be melancholy, as if he is worried that the sky will fall, he is very annoying!"

"Hehe, I'll tell you a secret. I heard that he is a single-parent family, his father died early, and he has an older brother, but he seems to have hung up a while ago. Now there are only orphans and widows, which is quite pitiful, and it is not surprising that it will become like this! ”

"Isn't it? So miserable, really fake? You think it's Shakespeare's tragic novel. ”

"Really! It's true! It was his neighbor Aunt Zhang and my mother who said it, and then my mother told me to stay away from him, and said that he was a fox star. ”

In the autumn of the year when Wu Wei was ten years old, the courtyard was full of fallen leaves under the plane tree, which were yellowing and dry, like an old man in the twilight.

My mother is gone, too, and she died of overwork. I always avoid the word "die" because it is too heavy, too heavy for a ten-year-old.

A tragic childhood created his autistic personality.

Because he is not yet an adult, Wu Wei has been taking turns living in a relative's house since then, living a life under the fence. Why do you say "take turns"? Because no one can stand such a withdrawn, weird wilting child.

He was kicked around like a ball like this, all the way to the Qin family. Seeing the silent and kind Uncle Qin and the gentle Aunt Wang made him feel the warmth of home.

This year's summer vacation is here again, Wu Wei booked a ticket as usual, packed a few changes of clothes and toiletries, and stuffed them all into his travel bag.

Of course, you don't have to wear a crumpled school uniform during the holidays, Wu Wei has a blue T-shirt on his upper body, a colorful cropped pants on his lower body, wide shoulders and long legs, and his black middle hair is covered by a pure white coarse cloth sunhat.

However, how to put it, the bulging bag on his waist is a little discordant, which destroys the overall beauty.

What's in the bag? It's Grandpa's Contract Book - a soul contract book that binds many youkai. The sad thing is that Wu Wei doesn't know the monster above at all, that is, he hasn't seen it, and he can't call his name, so he can't summon it, so he can only meet one and receive one, oh, no, it's to meet one and liberate one.

Bidding farewell to the reluctant Aunt Wang, Wu Wei first took a tricycle from the entrance of Tujiao Village to the Fucheng Station, and then took a long-distance bus from the Fucheng to Haikang City.

As soon as he got out of the car, Wu Wei was stupid.

There were so many people, and the station was full of dense and surging figures. He squeezed and squeezed and finally squeezed out of the station, and when he squeezed, he rubbed and rubbed with a few ladies in shorts and bare their stomachs and eyes, which made Wu Wei still have a big red face when he came out of the station.

"Hey, pretty boy, your face is very red, is it heat stroke, buy a bottle of Jia Duo Bao and get on fire."

Enthusiastic vendors on the roadside recommend authentic herbal tea and Duobao to Wu Wei.

"Okay, let's have a bottle!" Wu Wei smiled and walked over.

I thought that the weather was really hot, no wonder these girls were all in miniskirts, ultra-shorts, ultra-short T-shirts, hot long legs, white swaying, tight short sleeves showed the wonderful curves of the T-convex and concave, which led to reverie.

"How much?"

"Eight!" The peddler smiled, his face like a chrysanthemum.

"What? Isn't it four dollars for a bottle? ”

"Cut, that was before, and now the price has gone up. And our Haikang City is a big city, and the price is not comparable to those small places! ”

The vendor still smiled, but the tone was really annoying, a bit of a dog's eye to the people.

"That's right, then I won't buy it. Let's have a bottle of mineral water, Master Kong's. "Wu Wei doesn't believe that the price of 1 yuan Master Kang's mineral water that I have drunk for ten years will rise.

The vendor was probably a little angry, and put the JDB back into the upright refrigerator with a "bang", and instantly straightened his face.

"I want it, give it, two bottles." A white hand reached into Wu Wei's line of sight.

Wu Wei looked at it with his hand, and suddenly felt a sense of amazement.

The owner of Bai Zhe's palm is a girl with a rather hot body, her skin is as white as mutton cream, she is wearing shorts, a short T-shirt and a red plaid shirt. The melon seed face and nose are slightly raised, giving people a sense of arrogance. Three thousand green silks hang down naturally, goddess! The standard goddess of high coldness!