Nine thousand years old

Seeing Li Siyuan's distraught appearance, Li Jian didn't collapse, and burst out laughing.

Zhuang Yu pushed the door open, glanced at Li Jian inexplicably, and walked straight to Li Siyuan.

"nothing dealing with you."

Li Siyuan realized something in a daze, and looked at Zhuang Yu.

Zhuang Yu looked at the half-empty bowl: "Do you still want to eat?"

Li Siyuan shook his head: "What's going on?"

After seeing Li Jian who was playing games with his head bowed in guilty conscience, Zhuang Yu sat on the bed beside him.

"The autopsy report came out. Xia Qing's death time was from nine to ten o'clock, but we arrived at his house two hours later."

Li Siyuan thought of the phone call after ten o'clock, and his fingertips felt slightly cold.

Seeing that the man was silent, Zhuang Yu put away the bowl and left the room. Li Jian just started, smiling heartlessly and approaching Li Siyuan.

"Don't think about it, this matter has nothing to do with you at all, it's Xia Qing's own fault." Li Jian patted Li Siyuan's shoulder and comforted him.

Li Siyuan smiled bitterly: "I feel like I'm living in a dream."

Li Jian simply turned off the game and explained the whole thing.

Xia Qing didn't know what method he used to raise the cat ghost, but this method was the same as what Li Jian said before, and it was a little different from the real cat ghost.

Because Xia Qing's way of raising cat ghosts is somewhat similar to raising little ghosts.

At first glance, there seems to be no difference between the two, but there is a big difference between them.

Although the cat ghost is a sideline, it actually comes from the orthodox Taoism. It is a technique to improve luck. Although it is not very moral, it will not cause any major problems.

But raising little ghosts is different, it's a real crooked way, not to mention that Xia Qing is a half-assed, messing around together.

"So, don't worry about it. Everyone should be responsible for their own actions. He was the one who thought wrongly first. If it weren't for my uncle and I, you would have been implicated."

Li Siyuan glanced at Li Jian, Li Jian touched his nose: "All right, I have nothing to do."

It could be seen that Li Jian was making himself happy, and Li Siyuan was not the kind of person who was looking for troubles, so he raised his lips and smiled, got up and walked out of the room.

Zhuang Yu just cleaned up the kitchen and made tea in the living room.

Li Siyuan was a little strange: "Where's Brother Ming?"

Zhuang Yu kept his hands on and poured out the water for washing the tea: "It's in the room."

In fact, Zhuang Yu was also a little strange, Ming Li was usually cold and indifferent, but he could talk to him a few words, but today he hid back in his room after breakfast, and he was never seen.

Li Siyuan thought for a while, then went to Mingli's room and knocked on the door.

Before he knocked a second time, Ming Li opened the door, and said indifferently, "Is there something wrong?"

"No." Li Siyuan was a little stunned.

Mingli was expressionless, and as soon as Li Siyuan finished speaking, he closed the door again.

Li Jian passed by the door without daring to vent his breath.

Xia Qing's death was quickly classified as suicide, and the company released the news.

Many fans couldn't accept it, and asked the company to give them an explanation, but Xia Qing's fans were limited after all, more of them were carnivals of some official accounts and news software.

Overnight, Xia Qing became the topic of many people's gossip, and even Li Siyuan's current fairy tale "Looking for the Night" was led by the director to send out a wave of mourning.

Li Siyuan didn't know how sincere these people's condolences were, but it was an indisputable fact that "Looking for the Night" became popular before it was aired because of Xia Qing's death.

His funeral was simple.

The conditions in Xia Qing's family were not good, and he was poached by the brokerage company after halfway through high school.

Xia Qing was indeed beautiful when he was a child, with a kind of extraordinary vitality, and his acting skills were honed a little bit of hard work, leaving people speechless.

But such a person has an arrogance in his bones. He has talent, but he loses in his background and temper.

Unwilling to give in, unwilling to accept unspoken rules, friction with colleagues, and thorny personality... Gradually, the company no longer regards him as a potential stock, but treats him indifferently.

Li Siyuan didn't know what kind of mentality this person put down his arrogance to touch that filthy thing.

Maybe it's reality, maybe it's unconvinced.

Thinking of the 'Xia Qing' he saw at Xia Qing's home that day and what he said, Li Siyuan couldn't say that he didn't understand this person.

It doesn't mean that he agrees with his actions. Li Siyuan can only feel sorry for Xia Qing's death.

Li Siyuan was wearing a solemn black suit, holding a bouquet of pure white flowers, listening to the crying and faintly heard eulogy.

There are many people in the crew, no matter whether the relationship is good or not, they have to look sad at this time.

Li Siyuan watched quietly, he felt inexplicably cold even though he was in midsummer.

The slightly ear-piercing cry of a woman interrupted his thoughts, and he turned his head to find Shang Ling standing behind him.

Obviously, he was still complaining about Xia Qing's strangeness to him a few days ago, but now he is crying more sadly than anyone else.

Li Siyuan knew that he had no right to judge others, but smelling the cloying perfume on a woman's body, he couldn't help feeling a little bored.

Ming Li was leaning against the red BMW parked in the parking lot, thinking about something with a cold face, but there was a familiar buzzing sound around him.

"My lord—oh, don't be like this, he doesn't know it's you, so it's useless to vent your anger."

Ming Li glanced at the mosquitoes flying in the air, and frowned.

"He's afraid of me."

"This is normal, my lord. I have been a judge for more than 1000 years, and I haven't seen a few people who can still keep their faces unchanged when they see a foreign race."

Ming Li turned his head and didn't intend to speak any more.

When Li Siyuan came back, he saw Mingli's face was cold.

In fact, Mingli seems to be in a bad mood these days, unless there is something very important, he will never go out.

Li Siyuan asked Li Jian anxiously, but Li Jian said that his uncle was always at home, and according to his master, if it was not necessary, Mingli could stay out of the house once every few years.

Li Siyuan was amazed by this, and made up his mind not to let Mingli stay in the house again, so he dragged people out of the house today.

While attending a funeral, it doesn't seem like a good time to go for a walk.

He didn't care about Ming Li's cold face, Li Siyuan drove the car himself, but something flashed through his mind on the way back.

Fragrant.

Li Siyuan parked the car on the side of the road, turned around and went to the supermarket to buy a pack of cigarettes, returned to the car, and put the cigarette in his mouth, he felt calmer.

Ming Li felt that Li Siyuan was a little strange, frowned, reached out and took the cigarette Li Siyuan was holding and threw it away.

Li Siyuan was startled, then looked at Mingli.

"Brother Ming, how many cat ghosts were there in Xia Qing's house?"

Ming Li lowered his eyes and said coldly: "Two."

Li Siyuan was a little surprised by his natural tone, looking into those indifferent eyes, he suddenly felt a little powerless.

The person who deliberately taught Xia Qing the wrong sorcery clearly regarded Xia Qing as a prey, and he was just a shield for all this. The person who was really robbed of his fate and life was Xia Qing.

Ming Li looked at Li Siyuan's distraught look, took out the bracelet that Li Siyuan lost that day from his pocket, pulled the man's hand over, and put it on himself.

"He raised cat ghosts the way little ghosts are raised, and he didn't return to worship on time the day before he died, so he died unexpectedly."

Presumably Xia Qing didn't know about the punctual worship, but the day before his death, he was changed because of Shang Ling's willfulness.

Ming Li stared at the bracelet on Li Siyuan's wrist, and said: "The world has its own fate, don't worry."

After returning home, Li Siyuan went directly to the room and slept until dark.

Ming Li seemed to be in the room, he didn't look at it, touched the bracelet, turned around and went downstairs and out the door.

The blood gourd girl in the corridor just glanced at him, and then quietly practiced yoga on the trash can.

Very cute and elegant.

Li Siyuan was irritated by this hot-eyed scene, and walked out along the neighborhood, walking a long way.

He didn't know what was going on in his mind, and he felt a little blank.

The city is still lively at night, drunk people laugh and cry wantonly on the side of the road, and the night seems to be able to accommodate them all.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he sat down at a barbecue stand that didn't look clean.

He ordered some meat skewers, asked the boss to cook a bowl of noodles, and leisurely enjoyed the rare wind in the summer night. While eating, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and took away a skewer of meat skewers from his table.

Li Siyuan laughed, and looked up to see a bearded man holding a ukulele.

The man was a bit scruffy, his hair was long to his shoulders and was not tied up, his clothes were torn and his face was not very clean, but his eyes were bright.

Li Siyuan didn't dislike it either, he patted the plastic chair next to him, and grinned.

"Brother, let's eat together?"

The man hesitated for a moment, shook his head and moved a stool to sit opposite him, with a distance: "No, I'm dirty."

Li Siyuan didn't insist, and asked the boss to serve a bowl of noodles, add some meat skewers, and add two bottles of beer.

The only thing clean and tidy on the man's body was the ukulele. Li Siyuan held the meat skewer in his mouth and asked, "Can you play it?"

"Yes." The man's eyes brightened, and he added after thinking for a while: "Remuneration."

Li Siyuan understood, this is meal money.

Lowering his head, Li Siyuan realized that the man's left leg was equipped with a prosthetic.

It was not the same as that desolate look, the instrument in the man's hand sounded, extraordinarily romantic and gentle, as if a traveler outside the Palace of Versailles was admiring his wanderings.

Obviously dressed in rags, and his playing skills are not very good, but the man's music is still clear and melodious, peaceful and beautiful.

The summer night wind was blowing in people's hearts, Li Siyuan squinted his eyes comfortably and smiled.

Soon the song will be over.

Without asking their names or talking about other things, the two devoured the newly served skewers and drank the cold beer, which brought a little refreshment.

Li Siyuan touched his body, smiled like a little fox, raised his head and asked, "Do you smoke?"

The man nodded immediately, and Li Siyuan turned his head to annoy the shirtless burly man next to him.

Having not smoked for a long time, Li Siyuan's eyes were red from choking, he sniffed and swallowed, and then took a sip of beer.

Afterwards, the cigarette in his hand was suddenly taken away, and Li Siyuan turned his head, but it was Mingli with an unhappy expression on his face.

The man glanced at Ming Li, thanked him with a smile, turned around and left, his legs were inconvenient, but his speed was not slow, and he quickly disappeared around the corner.

Ming Li frowned and looked down at him, Li Siyuan suddenly felt a little guilty, he sniffed and didn't dare to speak.

"I'm hungry." Ming Li said dissatisfiedly, he didn't call him when he saw that this person was fast asleep during dinner, but he didn't expect that this person would sneak out by himself if he didn't pay attention.

Also carried him to eat.

Li Siyuan blinked, could it be that Mingli waited for him to not have dinner?

"Do you want to eat barbecue?"

Ming Li glanced at it with disgust, and a smile flashed in Li Siyuan's eyes: "Let's go, there is a delicious beef noodle nearby."

The lights of the street lamps and the plaques of the shops shine, illuminating the colorful world.

Ming Li nodded in agreement, Li Siyuan smiled and paid for the meal, then turned around and led him out.

"Have you completed your ID card?"

"It's done." Mingli's expression softened a little, he thought about it, and added another sentence.

"I don't eat onions."

Mingli's voice was clear and cool, very pleasing to the ear, Li Siyuan thought about it carefully, and found that these days Mingli really didn't let green onions go when making things by himself, so he nodded immediately.

"Okay, then eat beef noodles without green onions."