I have nothing to fear after schizophrenia

Wu Bing raised one finger of the mobile phone and gently rubbed the back of the mobile phone, reminiscing about the conversation with the uncle.The meaning of the other party was very clear, which showed that what Mr. Li told him was what he wanted to say, and this was not his fantasy.

"What did he tell you just now?" Li Xi on the other end of the phone suddenly asked unexpectedly.

Wu Bing was still thinking about something, and was taken aback for a moment, "Aren't you two together?"

Li Xi's tone was always neat and clean, but his tone was still polite and would not be offensive, "Not here. After the phone was connected, he stayed alone in the room."

Over the past few days, Wu Bing has probably figured out some of Li Xi's behavior style.

No matter how you look at him in 360 degrees, this person looks gentle and polite, let's call it self-restraint.At most, when the emotions come up, occasionally, like the epiphyllum in the middle of the night, it blooms a moment of youthful publicity without a trace.For example, when he hit his car, he rarely showed his younger side.

In addition, Wu Bing felt that it would be better to say that facing this person was like facing a layer of glass.It’s like a butterfly specimen in a transparent glass window, it’s comfortable and comfortable to look at everywhere, but it’s not like a live butterfly flying freely among flowers and plants in spring, flying towards you, with lifeless beauty wrapped in its skin .

Wu Bing sums it up as a sense of alienation.

Now he will take the initiative to ask about the content of the conversation between himself and the uncle, Wu Bing knows without guessing, he must think it has something to do with his grandfather.

Wu Bing remembered his uncle's instructions, and asked back, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and remained silent after the silence was over, and there was no emotional response.I also want to know, since the uncle sent people away on purpose, he didn't want people to know, and it was useless to ask.

Wu Bing was amused, and the corner of his mouth was still closed, when he heard the voice from the microphone again, "It can't be done, he has fallen into a coma."

Sitting in the backseat of the taxi, I looked down at the black cloth bag in my hand, yes, there was a 'Fairy Artifact' in it, the voice of questioning the fairy artifact and the urinal had been reversed ten times .Wu Bing was in a very complicated mood, and there was a faint fire in his chest.

Is it coming again?

The wind and the road are turning, the flowers are bright and the willows are dark, am I not a mortal after all?

When Wu Bing rushed to Zixu Island Sanatorium, the uncle had already passed away.

In the smoking room of the nursing home, Wu Bing leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows with a cigarette in his finger.Li Xi was sitting opposite, with his legs crossed, his black trousers were ironed perfectly, without any wrinkle, making his legs look long and straight.His eyes were black and bright, and his expression was cold, staring at his face from beginning to end.

Wu Bing hadn't figured it out yet, he couldn't stand being stared at, so he turned his head to look at the white sandy beach outside.

This is a small island surrounded by the sea on three sides, and it has been developed into a private high-end health resort.The green space on the island covers a large area, and the environment is quiet, especially the air, which is especially refreshing.The sea water is blue and bright, with the white waves of the waves, not to mention how rare it is.

The overall architectural style of the nursing home interprets the word simplicity, and such a white modern building stands out among the green trees and plants. Simple is not simple.

When Wu Bingchu got out of the car, he came to the conclusion that this is not a mental hospital that our son can afford.

It's no wonder that Li Xi stared at him so much, whoever put it here would be full of doubts.Wu Bing thought for a while, "Well, I have to meet your old man first, and then I'll tell you when I'm done."

When Wu Bing saw Mr. Li, he was leaning on a white recliner and reading a book leisurely. After hearing his intentions, he looked at Mr. Xianqi with a smile in his eyes, "Young man, have you read too many novels. "

ha?

Wu Bing scratched his ears, thinking that he didn't hear clearly, or that he didn't explain clearly to others, so he hurriedly explained it again, and the two of them looked at each other silently at the end.

After a while, Wu Bing came back and pointed to the old man of the Li family who was going to continue reading his book. He was so dazed that he asked Li Xi, "Tell me, what's the matter with your old man?"

Why is it that Feng Shui turns around, and I am so stupid here?

Li Xi curled his lips into a smile, and said concisely, "My grandpa has amnesia."

Oh, it means what did he do and what did he say? As soon as the symptoms came up, it was like writing on the beach, and when the waves rushed up to wash it, there was another blank sheet of paper?

With one immortal and one forgetful, you boy had to stare at me for a long time, just hoping to pry words out of my mouth.

Wu Bing squinted at Li Xi, and thought to himself that if I told you the truth, I would have to say again, I must be stunned after reading the novel.

"Hey, it wasn't a big deal at first." Wu Bing patted the black cloth bag in his hand as he said, making the copper urinal thud thud thump.He opened his mouth and grinned, "I have something here. When I met your old man the night before, the old man looked at it like an antique and said it was very valuable. He wanted to buy it. But I'm not sure, I have to come back. Combined with the old buddies, the one who went to heaven."

Wu Bing continued, looking as if he had missed a good opportunity to make a fortune and became a rich man, "Hey buddy, I think you look like a rich man, why don't you buy it for guesses?" He deliberately opened the mouth of the cloth bag, Give Li a urinal to wash his eyes.

As soon as Li Xi caught a glimpse of this thing, he quickly raised his eyelids to look at Wu Bing, and then lowered his eyes and glanced twice, bent his mouth, and said with a smile in his voice, "Here, I see Not necessarily."

I don't think so, who would buy a urinal and take it home.

On the way back, Wu Bing kept thinking about this matter.

According to the meaning of the old man who passed away in Xianyou, Mr. Li just let him be the mouthpiece, no matter under what circumstances he heard what Mr. Xianyou said, and ran out of the hospital. That is to say, he met his son of luck and helped him finish the final work. The wish of passing on the fairy weapon.

And Master Xianyou is indeed at the end of his life, as Mr. Li said earlier.This is one of them.

Second, Uncle Xianyou gave Wu Bing another piece of information, which was the way to open the fairy artifact that Mr. Li didn't know about.Of course, although Uncle Xianyou said that he didn't know it very well, he probably knew that it should be a formula or some secret code~

What password?Wu Bing rubbed his chin, thought for a while, and tried, "Open Sesame?"

"Sesame is closed??"

"Prajna Paramita???"

——Mr. Xianqi, you should give me some thin noodles, move a little bit.

"Western Journey is back in theaters, did the young man watch it too?" the taxi driver said with a smile through the rearview mirror at the front of the car.

"Oh, yes, it looks good." Wu Bing answered smoothly, and quickly shut up after finishing his answer.

"In 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, did he bully the young and poor?" Wu Bing sat on the floor of the living room, facing the urinal, racking his brains to think of secret codes or similar slogans, and his eyes turned blue.

"Isn't this guy an idiot? If he can call out like this, I'll be his son." Huang Chou pointed the nose of his plane, frowned, turned his eyes away, and said that he couldn't see at all.

"Oh, isn't it quite interesting." Bai Ye pouted her buttocks, and grinned beside Wu Bing.

Wu Bing turned a deaf ear to the booing of the sub-personality team, let alone, he became inexplicably excited when he yelled, and a heroic feeling surged up his throat, very high-spirited, and he let out a long cry, "Sword coming—— "

"Come here—"

Wu Bing turned his gaze back to a certain place, stood up, half-lidded his eyelids, and with a smile on his face, he stared at the boy with the head of the plane who was half a head shorter than himself, and said in a very arrogant and nasty tone, "My son, kneel down and shout father."

On Wu Bing's side, on a certain wall of the living room, an extra room door stood there quietly. The black door panel was like black iron and black coffin, revealing bone-deep condensation.