The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

"Uncle Liu?" Ning Xingruan looked at the old man in surprise, he never thought that it was Mr. Yu who moved next door.

Out of the corner of his eye, he involuntarily glanced at the yard behind him. In the twilight, he saw nothing but emptiness through the crack of the door.Not seeing the figure in the black robe, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and a vague feeling crept up in his heart.

Uncle Liu dragged his voice out and let out a hey, and walked over slowly, standing in front of Ning Xingruan, he stood up a little harder, carefully looked at Ning Xingruan's face with some cloudy eyes, and Ning Xingruan's heart was a little hairy. , he hunched his back again and said in a hoarse voice: "The rainy season on the mountain is approaching, and this courtyard is clean. I asked someone to find it half a month ago. I didn't expect to have such a fate with you, little friend."

Ning Xingruan originally had some doubts about the fact that they happened to move next door to her, but she dispelled her doubts when she heard Uncle Liu say that the yard was their favorite one and a half months ago. It's really... a coincidence.

"Mr. Yu is moving in tomorrow, Xiao Ning, our husband likes you very much, come and talk to him more often!" Uncle Liu instructed.

Ning Xingruan heard him say that Mr. Yu likes him very much, Mr. Yu's indifferent face flashed in his mind, and then that face turned into the perverted look in his dream again, his face flushed suddenly in embarrassment, his heart After jumping wildly a few times, he suppressed his embarrassment and responded.

Ning Pingyang, who was busy in the kitchen, called out to Ning Xingruan twice, asking who he was talking to, but before Ning Xingruan could organize his words, Uncle Liu offered to leave.

After Uncle Liu left, he stood at the door for a long time unable to regain his senses. When Ning Pingyang called him again, he reluctantly put away his complicated thoughts, entered the courtyard and closed the door.

During dinner, he learned that the family that took Ning Xingruan in the Tianshan Mountain moved in next door. Ning Pingyang was very happy, and planned to prepare a thank you gift tomorrow, and Ning Xingruan would come to thank them.

Ning Xingruan thought of Mr. Yu's dislike of seeing outsiders, so he told Ning Pingyang that he would ask Uncle Liu first before seeing Mr. Yu tomorrow.

Ning Pingyang nodded slightly: "That's right. They just moved here, so they must tidy up the room and yard. It's really not good for us to disturb you. If that Mr. Yu really doesn't like the excitement, it's the same for you to go and thank him."

Talking about the sacrificial offering again, Ning Pingyang sighed and said that it was almost over at last, less than a week after returning, both of them, uncle and nephew, were very tossed.

Especially Ning Xingruan, when mentioning what happened these days, Ning Pingyang looked at him with pity.

Patting Ning Xingruan on the shoulder, he sighed, "Perhaps I shouldn't have let you come back and lie down."

Ning Xingruan forced a smile and said: "Whether it's a blessing or a disaster, you can't avoid it. Even if you don't come back, who can predict what will happen."

He thought of the week before he came back, the nightmares he had had at school, and the shadow he saw in the balcony mirror.He would never believe these things before, so he turned a blind eye to the abnormalities that had appeared long ago.

He slept restlessly at night.

The temperature gradually dropped, and he couldn't stop his hands and feet from getting cold even though he wrapped the quilt tightly. The familiar chill quickly took away the temperature in the quilt, and he was shivering with cold.

Half asleep and half awake, he seemed to hear the voice of Daoist Qingxuan, who said to come and deliver medicine to him.

The light in the room didn't matter, he vaguely saw a tall figure standing in front of the bed, with loose long hair, looking at him quietly with cold eyes.

It's...Mr. Yu, isn't it Daoist Qingxuan? Why is Mr. Yu here.

His head was in a state of confusion, and he was too tired to open his eyes. In the end, he only faintly saw Mr. Yu leaning over, and then his cold palm was pressed against his face.

Someone gently opened the cup, Ning Xingruan felt so cold, so cold...

He subconsciously moved towards the person beside him, trying to rub the body temperature of that person to keep warm, but unexpectedly, it seemed as if he was stuck on a lump of ice, so cold that he shrank and wanted to stay away, but he was pulled back forcefully.

The clothes on his body were ripped off, and his skin touched the air. He trembled more and more, twisting his body as if asking for help, trying to break free from the restraints to find the quilt.

The soft hum was muffled in his mouth, one hand was caressing slowly on his most secluded skin, Ning Xingruan frowned, and a tone of joy overflowed from his lips.

Like a fire ignited, the coldness in his body was gradually forced away, leaving only the sweaty heat, he couldn't help but take the initiative to get close to the lump of ice to cool down.

After the extreme pleasure, he became more and more tired, he relaxed his body and just wanted to have a good sleep, but the people around him were not as good as he wished, pinching his chin and forcing him to wake up.

Reluctantly opening his eyes slightly, Ning Xingruan looked at the man's face through the moisture on his eyelashes.

"Who am I?" The man looked down at him slightly, with a malicious smile in his eyes.

Ning Xingruan shook his head weakly.

"Mr. Yu, yes, it's Mr. Yu, I'm so sleepy, let me go..."

With a deep chuckle, Ning Xingruan finally fell into the darkness completely.

When he woke up in the morning, Ning Xingruan felt something was wrong in a daze. He put his hand under the quilt, and his face turned dark immediately.

After a long time without moving, he stared blankly at the roof, digesting the unbelievable facts.

He...has lust for Mr. Yu.

It was just a dream, and he could comfort himself because he was affected by those unclean things, but now he couldn't explain it with a dream.

After getting up and changing his clothes, he poured a basin of water into the bathroom in a depressed mood, and wiped out the evidence like a thief.

When Ning Pingyang saw the clothes floating on the clothesline, a clear expression appeared on his face, and he looked at Ning Xingruan without changing his expression, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Ning Xingruan was already numb from his own shock, sitting in the main room blankly, silently reading the scripture he copied yesterday, and couldn't even feel embarrassed when his uncle saw it.

How could he have such thoughts about Mr. Yu?

Ning Xingruan patted his forehead hard, trying to wake himself up.

I was trapped in numbness all morning, and it was not until I went out and saw the figure behind the door of the next courtyard that Ning Xingruan suddenly woke up from the mist.

He didn't expect that Mr. Yu would go down the mountain so early.

"Yu, Mr. Yu, hello." He said hello stiffly, and then saw that Mr. Yu's cold expression became a little more lively.His thin lips curved slightly, and everything around him lost color in an instant.

Ning Xingruan stretched out his hand to touch his chest in a daze, his heartbeat seemed to speed up.

A faint joy spread in his heart, and the strange feeling made him feel a little at a loss for a while, he quickly looked away, not daring to look at Mr. Yu's face again.

Standing in front of Mr. Yu, when he thought of his unbearable thoughts, the unfamiliar joy that had just arisen dissipated instantly, leaving only shame and frustration.

Lowering his head to hide his almost unbearable expression, he suddenly felt a chill in his ears, and quickly looked up, and saw Mr. Yu standing in front of him.The distance between the two was extremely close, and the warm and cool breath was in his hair. He seemed to smell the faint sandalwood fragrance from Mr. Yu's body.

"Leaves." The cool cloth brushed his cheeks inadvertently, and Mr. Yu's wide sleeves swayed gently, holding a leaf between his fingertips to show him, and then the tender green leaves fluttered to the ground.

Ning Xingruan looked at him, and couldn't help but smile: "Thank you, Mr. Yu."

"You're welcome. If you have something to do, go and do it." Mr. Yu took a step back. Although his expression was still indifferent, he looked at him softly.

Ning Xingruan hesitated for a moment, unable to say what he wanted to say, so he could only nod his head.

"If you have time, you can come and sit." Before leaving, he heard Mr. Yu say, "I don't like to meet outsiders, but I only feel that I am very close to you."

Hearing these words, Ning Xingruan's ears felt inexplicably hot, he stammered in response, then turned around and left.

A lot of people came to the ancestral hall today. When Ning Xingruan arrived, he saw more than a dozen people standing in the square in front of the ancestral hall, discussing something.

Several of them were wearing Taoist robes, and they were the priests who were doing Taoism in the mountain temple that day.The rest of the people were all older people in the village, and he saw that Ning Zetao was among them.

Ning Zetao's face was pale and bloodless, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were dull, and he looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness.He shrank his head and stood at the back of the crowd, looking at the Taoist priests from time to time. Ning Xingruan noticed that every time he looked over, he would quickly lower his head, looking very scared, but the people around him did not Don't care about his strangeness.

He quietly glanced behind him, his expression was full of worry, Ning Xingruan followed his line of sight and saw Ning Zewen sitting under a tree outside the square, looking towards this side.

As if seeing Ning Xingruan, Ning Zewen got up and walked over, but Ning Zetao grabbed him and pulled him behind him, glaring at him angrily.

Qingxuan greeted him from the crowd, pulled Ning Xingruan over to introduce the old Taoist priest and several other young Taoist priests, and then everyone walked towards the ancestral hall.

"Come here today and go through the process to ensure that there will be no mistakes the day after tomorrow. Don't be nervous." Qingxuan calmed down.

There was an old man leading the way and walked to the door. The old man bowed solemnly for a few times before pushing the door open. Several old men lined up on both sides, bowing slightly towards each other, as if they were welcoming the Taoist priests to enter.

Ning Xingruan was dragged by Qingxuan, and walked past the old people uncomfortably.Entering the Xiangtang, several Taoist priests found their own places. Ning Xingruan was pushed by Qingxuan to stand beside the altar. He subconsciously looked at Qingxuan nervously, and saw Qingxuan smiling and nodding at him.

He withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, looked down at his toes, and recalled in his mind the steps that Daoist Qingxuan taught him that day.

The Taoist priests went through the process very rigorously. Ning Xingruan Yuguang looked at them, and when the last chanting stopped, he walked up to the old Taoist priest according to the established steps, took three sticks of incense from him, Turn around and insert into the incense burner on the altar.

Bowing back to the original position, the Taoist priests chanted sutras in unison again. After the sound stopped, everyone bowed their hands at the altar table and bowed three times, and then exited the hall.

The door closed, and the black cloth fell to cover the door, Ning Xingruan heaved a sigh of relief.

He was just a little nervous, and he wasn't so nervous that he would make a mistake or something like he imagined.

The old Taoist seemed very satisfied with him, watching him nodding, the wrinkles on his face stretched out.

Then a group of people left the ancestral hall, and Ning Xingruan asked Qingxuan if he would go through the process if he didn't go to the mountain temple. After all, the ceremony of the mountain temple seemed much more complicated.

Qingxuan looked at the backs of everyone, and smiled meaningfully: "The mountain temple...you don't have to go. I will pick up the clothes in the afternoon, and you can try them on after three o'clock."

"Okay..." Ning Xingruan saw that they seemed to have something to do, so he didn't ask carefully.

After everyone left, Ning Xingruan saw Ning Zewen standing dawdly by the side of the square, looking at him from time to time, as if he was waiting for him.

He noticed that something was wrong with Ning Zewen just now in the ancestral hall, and he has been staring at him from the beginning, with a tangled expression, looking at him anxiously and... afraid?

Ning Xingruan walked over calmly, and saw Ning Zewen's face was pale, and his eyes kept looking around in fear, as if he was afraid of being seen.

Seeing Ning Xingruan approaching, his fingers pinching the hem of his clothes began to tremble slightly.

Ning Xingruan smiled at him, stopped for a few seconds and saw that he kept his head down, didn't speak any more, and continued walking forward.

The sound of footsteps followed until he left the street where the ancestral hall was located. Ning Zewen suddenly ran over quickly and grabbed him, turned a corner and kept running until both of them were out of breath, then turned into a small alley, and stopped in the alley. with a tricycle.

Ning Zewen took out a bunch of keys with trembling hands, started the tricycle, and said in a trembling voice, "Xing Ruan, run quickly, I will send you to the main road to take a car, today you must run out, run far away Don't come back!"