Zongman: I accidentally picked up a JK

Youjiu returned to the apartment.

This place can no longer be called home. Youjiu only considered Shantouguan his home at first. After Shantouguan was demolished by his master, he changed his mindset after meeting Sayu and considered Tangjia his home. Later, this became his and Sayu's home.

But now he seems to have no home again.

In the past, when she opened the door, she would see the floor and furniture cleaned by Sayu. Sayu never tired of cleaning the 20-square-meter room.

At first it was to repay the favor, and later it was to protect their home.

But what was before my eyes was a dusty room that had not been cleaned for more than ten days. There was very little furniture, only a desk, a cabinet, a bed, a dining table and a simple kitchen refrigerator.

There are low tables for eating together, low sofas for curling up together, electric fans, kitchen utensils, tableware, mats...

Just like the girl who would greet him whenever he was home, with a sweet smile on her face saying "Welcome home, it's...", disappeared, never existed.

Maybe this is better for Mingyou. The strongest sadness for someone who has left is often when you see traces of her life in your life. But Mingyou still wants to pursue these traces, and the sadness is stronger than now. The memories of the past are burning every part of his body and mind all the time.

"Are you just the calamity in my life..."

Mingyou sat in the chair, not knowing what to do next.

"Uh, Luo Jun, although it's strange, you don't want to sleep on the table, do you?"

Mingyou smacked his forehead and moved from the chair to the head of the bed.

"Ah! Please cover yourself with the quilt!"

Roll over, get out of bed, and sit on the floor.

"It's already like this, can't we sleep together~"

boom--

Mingyou banged his head on the ground, as if only in this way could he ignore the memory of Sayu's existence and not let this memory torment him.

But it was no use, he couldn't forget it. As long as he stayed in the room, he couldn't help thinking about it.

It is not so easy to forget the spiritual interaction that lasted for more than a few months.

But he couldn't leave this room.

This is the place closest to Sayu.

"What should I do..."

"Ah... wine..."

Mingyou went to buy it.

In the past, no matter how many times he drank with friends, he never felt that the wine tasted good and he didn't like drinking it.

At that time, his life was as beautiful as in a science fiction movie. As a young boy, he had no idea what sorrow felt like. Alcohol was of no help to him and was only suitable as an occasional hobby.

Now he understood firsthand why those people loved drinking so much.

Only by getting drunk can I stop thinking about the things that make me painful.

Only by getting yourself drunk can you forget the pain the next day.

I drank white wine one sip after another, threw bottle after bottle into the trash can, fell asleep again and again, and had one hangover headache after another.

Mingyou didn't know how much he drank until the trash can was full of bottles. He just drank numbly, went to buy wine numbly, got drunk numbly, and made himself forget everything about Sayu.

Whether he wants to forget Sayu or forget Sayu's pain, only he himself knows.

No one can share his pain. He is the only one in this world who remembers Sayu.

It is true that Sayu will no longer feel pain.

But this is not the result Mingyou wanted.

"Xiaoyou..."

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"He's got a spiritual plague I've never seen before."

"This spiritual plague, Luo Xianren, have you never seen it before?"

The Tang Dynasty, the Tang family, and Taoist Luo appeared here after a long absence.

"I haven't seen it. It's very troublesome. It's not easy for Mingyou to survive..."

“Even you can’t save Xiaoyou! What happened to that child? She finally accepted us, wuwuwuwu——”

Li Qinghe's gaffe interrupted Taoist Luo's words.

She wouldn't normally do such a thing, but this time it involved her only son, the son she felt most guilty about.

During the year that Mingyou hid in Japan, his mentality changed under the influence of his friends, and he finally accepted the Tang family. However, after going to Hokkaido half a month ago, he suddenly became a different person.

It seems like I have lost the most important thing, and my attitude towards my family is even worse than before.

No one knows why Mingyou went to Hokkaido. He suddenly asked for leave from school, disappeared suddenly, and became desperate.

Taoist Luo attributed it to a spiritual plague.

If the Tang family knew about the mustard seed space, I'm afraid Li Qinghe would be the first to choose to sacrifice himself to help his son. If something went wrong, even if Mingyou found his lost things, it would only make Mingyou more difficult.

Moreover, if even Luo Daoren can't solve it, no matter how powerful the Tang family is, it will be useless. Now in this world, no one knows "spirits" better than Luo Daoren.

Tang Chengshun tried to ask his wife to be quiet several times, but each time he just sighed silently. He knew his wife too well, and no one could persuade her when it came to their son's problems.

"The spiritual plague has been lifted by me, but the price is the spiritual energy he cultivated with me." Taoist Luo's words comforted Tang Chengshun and his wife. "It's just that his personality has inevitably been affected, and he is not the same as before. But it's not that he doesn't accept you, it's just that he can't care about anything other than what he lost because of the spiritual plague. As for what he lost..."

"What did he lose? Can't even we help Xiaoyou get it back?"

Li Qinghe seemed to have forgotten that Mingyou had asked her about Sayu.

"Qinghe, calm down."

Tang Chengshun finally spoke. He was not scolding her. The fact that he broke the ancestral precepts and married her proved his attitude. He just asked Li Qinghe not to always disrupt Luo Daoren's words.

What's more, in terms of intimacy, Luo Daoren is the one whom Mingyou truly regards as family.

"The eldest princess loves her son dearly, so you don't have to worry about it." Taoist Luo sighed.

"Will everyone else's name, even 'Xiaoyou', be automatically corrected?"

No one can imagine Sayu's appearance, nor can they remember Sayu's name. Because under the correction of the world, she is indescribable and undefinable. Except for Mingyou, who witnessed it, and the unfathomable Luo Daoren.

"Call my son back! No matter what he becomes, he is still my son!"

"Princess, I suggest you don't do this."

Luo Daoren knew that even if he explained the concept of "indescribable", they would not be able to understand it, because they "can't" rather than "can't understand", which is a problem of underlying logic.

He just advised Li Qinghe not to forcefully intervene in Mingyou's current life, otherwise it would only have the opposite effect and make Mingyou do unimaginable things.

"I know Mingyou's character better than you do. Don't forget that he is my apprentice. If he can't get over it on his own, no one's help will help. If you want Mingyou to get better, leave it to him. Don't forget that after he ran away to Japan, he grew up in the life he wanted and then understood your feelings."

"I...I'm just worried about Xiaoyou!"

Capable, heroic, beautiful, luxurious... these words have nothing to do with Li Qinghe at this moment. She is just a mother who is worried about losing her son again.

"I believe in our son." Tang Chengshun hugged Li Qinghe to comfort her, "He will come back on his own one day when he figures it out."

"Wow, wow, wow..." Li Qinghe cried in her husband's arms.

"I don't know what my disciple will become."

Taoist Luo just didn't show up, but he paid just as much attention to Mingyou.

If Mingyou lost the person he loved the most, he would either blame and punish himself or live a lonely life just to remember her existence.

Or give up on yourself and move towards another view of love.

No one can be sure which way is right. Because Sayu is not dead, but her existence is erased by the world. There is no trace to recall, which will only continue to torture the heart of the person involved.