It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

The room was stuffy and damp, because a water pipe in an upstairs house broke down during the day, and the water flowed all over the place and seeped into the concrete floor.There is no sun all day, so it can only be dried in the shade.

This is where he and Yi Liang live now, in the garage of the residential area next to the school.

At the very beginning, he picked up Yi Liang, a thin and small ball, from the corridor.

He slept under the corridor and was kicked out by that man.It was the rainy season and the nights were cold.

Later, the two lived here and added tables and chairs, beds, pots and pans.A small place is full of piles, the place is very simple, but both of them are very satisfied.

Because, this place can barely be regarded as home.

It's okay to live like this, and it's been flat all the time.

But then he woke up with a start, Yi Liang couldn't walk the same old path as himself, no different from himself.

The two should be completely, thoroughly separated.Then, he has to watch the other person go farther than himself.

He worked hard to earn money, bought learning materials, and looked for contacts everywhere, so that Yi Liang could go back to school.And this child is becoming different day by day, completely different from himself.

Yi Liang is back.In the distance were the dim yellow headlights, the door opened, and then closed tightly with a "bang".

The car drove away, leaving the slender figure behind, approaching step by step in the darkness.

Yi Bai put out the cigarette butt on the ground, and the scarlet light disappeared.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Yi Liang walked up to Yi Bai, walked around him, groped on one side of the wall, and turned on the light.

The light was dim, illuminating a small table in the corner, with meals placed on it, and there was no heat left.Yi Liang was slightly taken aback.

Yi Bai walked in.He spread the quilt inside and asked casually, "Are you back so late?"

Yi Liang frowned, took the food to another corner and heated it up in a small place serving as the kitchen, and said, "I sent you a message, don't wait for me. Why didn't you eat?"

"Oh, yes." Yi Bai sat on the bed and smiled, "I forgot, you sent me a message."

Yi Liang said: "You have a bad stomach, you must eat regularly. And..."

"Liangliang." Yi Bai suddenly said.

Yi Liang looked back at him.

"How were you with your classmates?"

Yi Liang said: "It's not bad. It's the squad leader's birthday. It was a bit late after the end. He called the driver to take us off."

"I heard that you took the exam before?"

"Yes, a small test."

Yi Bai racked his brains, trying to find a topic that would make the atmosphere better, but seeing Yi Liang's young figure busily heating up the food and cleaning up the room, he couldn't say the next sentence for some reason.

... When he was his age, he was completely different.

He is cynical, resentful, his eyes are always sharp, and he never stops calmly.He didn't go to school, and walked around the city to make a living.He was about to become an adult, so he had to fight against the man named father every day, and he was in a mess.

He was the numb and embarrassed child who hid under the corridor on a rainy night a few years ago, covered with a pile of plastic bags, half of his body sleeping in the seeping rainwater.

And after so many years, he is far away from 12 years old, 22 years old, 24 years old, 26 years old, and it is still the same, always has been.

...not this one, with a slender figure and a youthful aura, which hides the sharpness of the boy and his personality has become gentle.

The young man he watched grow up, little by little under his nose, from the child lying in the water covered in thorns, to the present appearance, recalling it like this, he was in a trance for a moment, feeling completely strange do not know.

It was still that face, the same face as myself.Mixed among all living beings.

Yi Bai unconsciously rubbed the sheets under his body with his fingers. After a while, he raised his head, and the long scar on his face was very obvious in the light.

"Let's talk."

It was almost eleven o'clock when we got home, and it was all thanks to Yin Cong's insanely slow speed.

Feng Quan felt that it was necessary for him to learn to drive.

Feng Quan also felt a little sleepy, seeing that Yin Cong went back to the room directly after entering the room, he also went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed.Drowsiness struck after a while, but just as he started to fall asleep, he was woken up by someone.

Yin Cong stood at the head of his bed, like a door god, and said in a cold tone:

"Get up and wash up."

Feng Quan: "...as ordered."

After taking care of himself, Feng Quan lost his sleepiness and simply slipped to Yin Cong's bedroom and sat on his bed.

Yin Cong was lying on the bed with a book on his lap.Only the desk lamp was on, and it was a little dim.

Feng Quan looked around Yin Cong's room enviously, it was neat and tidy, everything was arranged in their proper positions, unlike his own room...

"Still sleeping?" Yin Cong looked at Feng Quan and reminded: "Tomorrow weekend, you are allowed to get up at seven o'clock. It is already eleven o'clock."

Feng Quan approached Yin Cong, "Aren't you asleep too?"

"Read for 10 minutes before going to bed." Yin Cong said seriously.

Feng Quan felt bad, and was about to say goodbye to Yin Cong and go back to his room, when he heard Yin Cong say in the next second:

"Since you're here, there's a set of analysis of test questions on the desk, please read it with me."

With a bitter face, Feng Quan took the book from the desk and sat on the chair to read it.I just opened it, and felt a bit at a loss, so I took off my shoes, lifted Yin Cong's blanket and got in.

Then he sighed, "It's so warm!"

Yin Cong glanced at him indifferently, but didn't say anything.

Feng Quan snickered, picked up the book and read it beside Yin Cong.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was the sound of pages being turned.

But what Feng Quan didn't know was that Yin Cong just flipped the pages of the book mechanically, but actually couldn't read a single word in the book.

here we go again.that feeling.

It seemed that his body temperature was rising, and his attention was against his will, and he was forced to focus on the people next to him.Every subtle movement of the other party, the frequency of breathing, and the frown frowned due to hard thinking, were all searched by him.It was as if there was a heartbeat again, and with a beat, the blood in my whole body was about to boil.

Yin Cong raised his hand and pressed his chest.

Immediately stunned.

He... felt it.

Really feel it.It was a heartbeat, lightly, the skin under the palm trembled, the blood flowed faster in the body, and his eardrums were numb from the shock.

——The numb feeling in his ears was not because of his heartbeat, but because the person next to him was gently blowing into his ears.

Yin Cong turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Feng Quan.

Feng Quan had a worried expression: "What, uncomfortable? Why are you pressing your chest?"

Yin Cong said: "It's okay."

Feng Quan: "Then let me touch it too?"

Yin Cong: "..."

He suddenly remembered something, and said, "Who is that person who instigated Yin Ling to attack you at the auction?"

"It belongs to the Fu family." Feng Quan said, "This family as a whole is eager for quick success. I suspect that the bad atmosphere in the world of celestial masters is caused by them. I remember that before, their family was still researching a method that could sign a contract with ghosts. Something similar to... the 'master-servant contract', to control and instruct ghosts to do things for themselves. But now, it seems that it has been done?"

Yin Cong frowned when he heard the words, and said, "Yin spirits are not objects, how can it be so?"

Feng Quan said: "That's true, but it is precisely the celestial masters who inherit the power of the heavens and the earth, who want to treat ghosts as objects. They should have expected that when they die, they will be struck by thunder from the sky when they die. Well, so they don't become ghosts themselves."