Laws of Spirit Recycling

Waking up in the morning, Yao Yu's first reaction was to look around the bedroom, but there was no familiar figure.He sat on the bed tiredly for a few minutes, and then walked out of the room rubbing his sore eyes.

The conversation with Wang Xiuyuan yesterday made him finally express his guilt and self-blame for many years. It is said that his heart has been settled. .

After tossing and turning all night, not sleeping well, he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast listlessly. When passing by the living room, he vaguely saw a figure standing against the wall. Yao Yu turned his head, and it was indeed Wang Xiuyuan.

That Mr. Ren's talisman really worked.He was secretly pleasantly surprised, not wanting the other party to find out the secret of the appearance talisman, and when his eyes were about to meet, he quickly moved away, pretending to look around, and walked into the kitchen calmly.

Having no appetite, Yao Yu made a bowl of vermicelli in clear soup, and ate breakfast slowly at the dining table next to the living room. While eating, he silently observed the people standing next to the TV in the living room. , holding down his hair and half of his forehead, his whole body exuded a gloomy and cold aura.

Sensing the other party's situation again, Yao Yu frowned unconsciously, resisted the soreness in his eyes, finished eating, packed up and prepared to go out.

When he came out of the kitchen, Wang Xiuyuan was still standing there. It might be a psychological effect. Yao Yu could feel the gaze on his body, so he couldn't help but look in the direction of the living room.Thinking of the many unexplainable trivial matters before, it turned out that it was the other party's intentional help, and a warm feeling surged in my heart.

He was worried that Wang Xiuyuan would leave while he was at work, just like the previous time, after losing and recovering, Yao Yu was even more afraid of parting.But I can't tell the other party directly...

His eyes suddenly stopped on the doorknob of the study, and he thought of a way.Going in, he found paper and a pen. Yao Yu wrote a few words on it, then tore it off and put them on the coffee table in the living room, the pillow in the bedroom, and the dining table at the door.

Satisfied, he scanned the note he had left, and finally saw Wang Xiuyuan walking towards the coffee table out of the corner of his eye before going out, before closing the door and going to work.

[Wang Xiuyuan, I still have something to tell you, I hope you won't leave without saying goodbye this time. 】

"What did he write?" Yu Yan walked out of the barrier, took the paper and read the words on it, and then put it down, "It seems that Yao Yu doesn't want you to leave so quickly, anyway, you don't want to, so just stay and take care of yourself."

Wang Xiuyuan didn't understand his words, "How do you know I don't want to leave?"

"If you really want to leave, you left last night."

After finishing speaking, Yu Yan ignored him, and dragged Fu Jianchi to the study opened by Yao Yu just now, looking for interesting comic novels in front of the bookshelf.

"What genre do you want to read?" Fu Jianchi stood beside him calmly, looking at the neat books in front of him and asked.

"It's the same as last time, about the messenger of hell going to the human world to catch ghosts. Unfortunately, last time it was only the first book. Yao Yu can't find it here. Maybe it's not finished yet."

"You seldom read comics before, and you said it was something children like to read." There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of Fu Jianchi's mouth.

Yu Yan thought of the rhetoric that he emphasized that his age was more than 1000 years old, and he was not suitable for previewing villain comic books. He was embarrassed for a while, and explained: "Because I can't go out, it's boring, and Mr. Fu doesn't teach me to read and write anymore."

The last sentence was said very quietly, but it was still heard.Fu Jianchi's expression was as cold as before. He casually took a book from the bookshelf and said, "Now I have learned to make excuses. You finish this book, and tell me after you finish it."

In the past, Mr. Fu often used this method to test his literacy level and reading ability. Yu Yan originally liked to write and recognize characters, and he didn't feel bored at all. After taking the book, he sat down at the desk and spread it out, instantly entering the reading state.

After reading the explanations on the previous pages, Yu Yan said, "This is a detective novel."

"Do you still want to read stories about hell and the underworld?" Fu Jianchi stood behind him, his voice hanging above his head, drifting down in a dark voice, "Why are you so interested?"

"Because of curiosity, every time I go to the underworld with Mr. Fu, I can only wait in the car. I have never seen the Nether River, the Naihe Bridge, and the Underworld. I don't know what they look like until now."

Yu Yan looked at his boss expectantly, but the other party just said lightly, "Is that so?" and stopped talking.

It seems that Mr. Fu didn't want to talk about this, Yu Yan took it for granted, lowered his head to complete the temporary task assigned by the other party, and continued to read.

When Wang Xiuyuan came to the study from the living room with nothing to do, and saw the picture of the two people who claimed to be messengers of the underworld sitting at the desk quietly reading a book, he felt a subtle incongruity.

He also began to think about finding something to do for himself, so he searched the bookshelves in rows, mostly professional books on broadcasting, mixed with some imaginative comics.When he finished searching, he looked up and saw several high school exercise books and textbooks on the top shelf of the bookshelf.

Out of curiosity, I pulled out one of the books and read it. I flipped through a few pages, but there was nothing special about it except that the paper was dry and yellow.Wang Xiuyuan was a little puzzled. The entire bookcase was filled with books purchased by Yao Yu himself. Such old study materials were particularly out of place in it. If you want to leave a certificate for youth, why only keep these few books?

I don't know what was driving Wang Xiuyuan to take out another book from the bookcase.This is an exercise book with all the answers written. It is half as thick as a thumb, and when it is flipped, it makes a crisp sound like broken leaves. Black characters and various symbols and graphics flash quickly. Suddenly, a few lines of familiar characters appear on the top of the page.

The handwriting written by the black water-based pen is scribbled, and each sentence is habitually clicked as a closing period. Yes, this is Wang Xiuyuan's own handwriting.

[I'll go to the supermarket to buy food later, what do you want to eat? 】

[No, I have bread, thank you. 】

The following sentence is written by Yao Yu with correct and elegant font.

I turned a few pages back, and there were still two or three lines of dialogue between them.

【The person who was watching by the window just now seems to be looking for you. 】

[I didn't see it. ] Next to it is a pair of glasses that Wang Xiuyuan deliberately drew.

【Are you nearsighted? 】

[Yes, it may be infected by you. 】

Even Wang Xiuyuan couldn't imagine the smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth at this moment.Continue to turn back, and a brief dialogue between the two will pop up every few pages.In high school, Yao Yu had a mild stuttering symptom. She was always ashamed to speak, and it was difficult to communicate smoothly, so she would write what she wanted to say on the homework and books in front of her.

In order to cooperate with him, Wang Xiuyuan also used pen and ink to convey words.

The physics exercise book in his hand was made by him when he was tutoring Yao Yu. Unknowingly, he finished reading the few words and phrases written on each page. He suddenly thought of something, and took out the previous one again, flipping through each page. , Sure enough, the handwriting of two people appeared from the middle.

Those conversations that seem normal at a glance, every hasty and enthusiastic word, are like some kind of unspeakable emotion in the old days. It doesn't need the most ostentatious indication, it is tiny, but it has a long history.

On the back of the paper, you can see the slight convexity after the handwriting is left behind, and something... seems to be engraved into my heart with a few words.

The first thing after returning home was to see if Wang Xiuyuan was still there. Yao Yu turned on the light and saw that the person lying on the sofa was standing up, and the soft and sunken cushion immediately swelled up and returned to its original shape.He pretended not to notice, changed his shoes and approached the living room.

When I went to get a water glass from the coffee table, I found that there was an extra sentence on the piece of paper I had put on the table before. In the sentence "Wang Xiuyuan, I still have something to tell you, I hope you won't leave without saying goodbye this time." Below the words are Yao Yu's familiar handwriting.

[I've been in the living room. 】

Just a few words made his heart tremble, and his eyes turned around the TV cabinet. Seeing that the person who wrote these words was also watching him, he opened his mouth to speak, hesitated for a few seconds, and remained silent. I started to write another sentence below, then took my pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

When he came out, he found that the note was still the same, even the position hadn't changed. He lowered his head along the floor and looked at the place where Wang Xiuyuan was standing. The other party was standing against the wall, seemingly carelessly.

Yao Yu sat on the sofa discouragedly and turned on the TV to pass the time.

"Why didn't he answer Yao Yu's words?" Yu Yan stood on the balcony, facing the brightly lit room.

In the reading break this afternoon, he saw Wang Xiuyuan holding a few high school books in a daze, and leaned over to take a look, and immediately recalled the scene of Wang Xiuyuan and Yao Yu explaining exercises outside the window before, and he sighed with emotion about the friendship between the two, Maybe his words touched the other party, and then Wang Xiuyuan went to the living room to write a reply to Yao Yu.

Yu Yan thought they could clear up the past and let go of all the misunderstandings and grudges in the past. Now it seems that Yao Yu is the only one seeking peace. Even though they had a deep talk last night, Wang Xiuyuan did not completely change his attitude towards Yao Yu.

Staring at the people on the sofa who tuned the channels one after another, Yu Yan thought for a long time, and found that the young man beside him was silent, so he looked at him.Fu Jianchi leaned against the fence, with one hand in his trousers pocket, looking at other scenery contentedly.

Feeling a bit depressed, Yu Yan imitated the human beings in the living room, and wrote on the book next to him with a pen, "Why does Mr. Fu ignore my question?"

After finishing writing, he handed it to his boss with a natural expression. Fu Jianchi took it for inspection, as if the corners of his mouth were slightly raised for a moment, and then he said seriously: "It is not a good habit to scribble on other people's books."

Yu Yan felt guilty: "I won't do it next time."

Seeing his restrained expression, Fu Jianchi said softly: "Tonight is suitable for admiring the moon."

After hearing what his boss said, Yu Yan turned his head to look at the silver moon.

Like an exit in a vast abyss, bringing beauty comparable to hope.On a starless night, the moon alone glows with a particularly intoxicating brilliance.

"Very pretty."

Yu Yan was immersed in the dreamlike night scene, sighing at the scene in front of him. When he turned his head to look at the man beside him, he unexpectedly found that the man was also staring at him.

The night time slots were all occupied by war movies and fairy tale costume dramas. Yao Yu sat on the sofa and changed channels one by one. From time to time, it floats towards the person next to the TV.

When a basketball game screen popped up in front of his eyes, the hand holding the remote control froze.Yao Yu deeply remembers that basketball and long-distance running were Wang Xiuyuan's favorite sports in high school.He was not interested in this kind of competition programs before, so he decided to watch this TV station now.

Yao Yu observed the opponent's actions silently, and found that Wang Xiuyuan was attracted by the voice of the commentary on the TV, and walked a few steps to look at the screen where the battle was fierce.Just when he felt some comfort, the other party turned his head away, and Yao Yu stared at Wang Xiuyuan's crooked back in astonishment.

The other party's gloomy expression when looking at the screen just now seemed to be a painful blow to Yao Yu.

He raised his hand to quickly change the channel, the screen was like a PPT that quickly jumps to the page, each screen only stays for a second, and finally returns to the original variety show, Yao Yu is too lazy to choose, puts down the remote control and takes a sip of tea, Started watching TV boringly.

Wang Xiuyuan sat at the dining table without making any sound, his back turned to the living room, looking lonely and silent.Yao Yu actually wanted to talk to him, and the two of them wrote and communicated like before, but obviously the other party had no intention of cooperating, which made Yao Yu's mood drop to the bottom in an instant when he saw the reply to the note.

Even the little thought of doing what he likes makes the indoor atmosphere more subtle.