Shen Shizhen

"Extreme" is a magnifying glass for all energy, and the doll tests the conscience of the maker.

--Voodoo doll

The white catkins in Franks in June always make Ji Chuan feel that he has returned to his hometown in April and May. Ai Fan said that this kind of tree is called cotton camphor tree, which only bears cotton-wool-like buds before summer. It is a real summer flower .

But as long as it rains, they will "open" in advance, some are hit by the rain on the ground, and some slide down the tombstone.

The monolithic typography of the marble lines depicts a middle-aged man similar in outline to Ai Fan, and Ji Chuan has never seen him before.

The queue was retreating quietly, and those who had finished presenting flowers scattered around holding umbrellas, their gazes on Ivan were cool.

When it was Ai Fan's turn, Ji Chuan led him to the coffin pit and took the umbrella in his hand, but when Ai Fan was about to let go of the flowers in his hand, a shout came from not far away.

"Who informed him to come! Let him go! Go away!"

As soon as everyone turned their heads, they saw an old lady being supported by a woman beside her. The old lady was obviously out of breath, and limped over on crutches, making people unstoppably worried.

Ji Chuan didn't expect such an accident to happen, but when he cast his eyes on Ai Fan, he found that Ai Fan was rarely at a loss.

The old lady walked up to Ai Fan through the heavy rain, raised her cane and was about to poke him, so startled that Ji Chuan subconsciously wanted to pull him away, but was blocked by his counterattack.

Fortunately, there was a woman who helped the old lady hold an umbrella to stop her. The woman helped the old lady's back: "Mom, don't be angry, your body is important."

The old lady was gasping for breath excitedly, showing no signs of calming down. Even if she was blocked, the crutch was still raised high, and she poked in Ivan's direction as if puzzled, and said a lot Ji Chuan had never heard of it before, so he could only vaguely hear the curse word from his tone.

Not only Ai Fan, but none of the relatives and friends around stood up to stop the farce, or even said a word.

Ji Chuan is a child who grew up in a traditional family. Since he was a child, he was taught by elders dressed in gold and silver that this should not be done and that should not be done. He had never seen such a battle before, if it wasn't for Ai Fan holding his hand all the time, even if he was so good-tempered, he would also want to lose his temper.

The woman raised her eyebrows and urged Ai Fan: "Don't leave yet? Are you going to piss mom off?"

Ai Fan looked back and "looked" at his uncle's coffin beside him: "Can you let me take the flowers..."

"Get out! My son doesn't want your flowers! Who knows if you have AIDS, you are not welcome here!" Every time the old lady opened her mouth, she gasped in shock.

Someone around finally spoke, but what they said was to let Ai Fan leave.

"I don't know who told you. We'll just turn a blind eye when we see you coming, so we don't push ourselves."

"Yeah, yeah, almost enough."

"I don't know who to play for."

"I didn't approve of Percy's marriage to Primo at the time, what a fool..."

"It's still psychic, it's not clean."

"Just a blind man..."

……

Listening to the more and more absurd comments in his ears, Ji Chuan couldn't say a word. It would be fine if he waited for Ai Fan to leave, but they are still here...

Ai Fan had no choice but to bow to his uncle's coffin, then bowed to the old lady, and said to the woman next to the old lady, "Auntie, take your grandma to have a liver check some time, let's go first..."

After finishing speaking, he led Ji Chuan out, Ji Chuan was completely taken aback, aunt?grandmother?The one who beat and scolded Ai Fan just now...was him...grandma?

He walked along in a daze for a long time before he realized that the umbrella was still in his hand. Ai Fan had been drenched in the rain for a while, and Ji Chuan hurriedly reframed him under the umbrella: "You wear short sleeves under your coat, don't catch a cold gone."

Ai Fan's bangs were sticking to his forehead wetly, covering those eyes that seemed to be dripping water. Ji Chuan had never seen such a depressed Ai Fan, even the morning when his eyes suddenly went wrong. He does.

There was nothing to say all the way, Ji Chuan stuffed him into the car and turned on the heater before he began to ask questions carefully: "Is that... your grandma?"

Ai Fan's head was covered by Ji Chuan's towel in the car, and he said sullenly, "Yeah."

Ji Chuan: "Isn't today your uncle's funeral?" Shouldn't you be here?

Evan: "Yes."

Ji Chuan tried his best to recall those pronunciations again, repeated them with his unnatural uvula and asked him: "What do these words mean?"

That's what Ai Fan's grandmother said at the time. Ai Fan was silent for a while, and translated in Chinese: "It means 'Sang Men Xing'."

Ji Chuan has hardly been exposed to such scenes since he was a child, and his tongue is a little knotted in disbelief: "How can you... say you like that..."

Ji Chuan couldn't see Ai Fan's expression under the towel, he only knew that he was silent for a while before answering himself: "My mother gave birth to me and passed away..."

Ji Chuan: "Then I can't blame you."

Ai Fan exhaled slowly: "My grandma has always disagreed with my mother and my father being together, thinking that our family is strange and unlucky. Their family is skeptical and does not believe in occultism. My parents It was registered privately."

Ji Chuan was a little speechless for a while, seeing Ai Fan leaning on the back of the chair for a while without moving, he leaned over and picked up a towel to help him wipe his hair, and with the soft sound of Mosuo from the towel and hair, Ji Chuan carefully "Is your mother's name Percy?" asked eagerly.

Ai Fan responded sullenly, and Ji Chuan was not good at comforting others, so he had to try his best to slow down his already gentle voice: "It's a nice name, take me to see her next time."

Ai Fan felt warm and nodded.

During the period, Ji Chuan answered the call from the bureau for Ai Fan. It was Kirk, who said that Clarissa went to check the memories of Barney and Poulan on the grounds of a return visit in the morning, and it was confirmed that they were correct.

Ji Chuan specifically asked about Yule's situation, and Kirk said: "About Yule, Clarissa left behind a reasonable part, fearing that Yule would tell Pu Lan again, and told him that if Yule contacted him again Be sure to tell us."

Ji Chuan thought there was no problem and was about to hang up the phone, but Kirk suddenly wailed: "I miss you all so much, I can't handle it after only one morning, this young lady is a bit scary, I'm afraid!"

That's right, today is Clarissa's first day at work after taking office, Ji Chuan laughed and said, "You can just concentrate on writing your final report."

Lester happened to be away today, and Clarissa was the only one in the office. As soon as he talked about the closing report, Kirk started talking: "I wrote the report today and wrote about my motivation, and it suddenly occurred to me that Lilian could not come to such a meeting." Come out, this Pulan is gone, so it’s just a good time for her to take the position.”

"Yeah." Ji Chuan turned on the hands-free, and responded to Kirk in a timely manner, while continuing to do what he was doing.

"So after I asked Lester for instructions, I went to interrogate Lilian. Hahaha, this is my first interrogation. Hahaha, cough cough, although it is not difficult, I will tell her everything as soon as I ask her, she plans to go along with the flow Taking advantage of Pu Lan's disappearance to create a deep friendship, it's best if someone finds it, so Pu Lan must be very touched knowing that she worked so hard, and it will be easier to whisper in Barney's ear about having a child. If she doesn't find it..."

The little rookie suddenly lowered her voice mysteriously: "She said that it is impossible to find it. If you want to live, you want to see people, and if you die, you want to see corpses."

Ji Chuan: "..."

Ji Chuan originally thought that he could hear some appalling generosity, but he just waited for such a cold joke from Kirk.

Kirk, who couldn't wait for any movement for a long time, immediately froze: "Didn't it scare you?"

Ji Chuan was silent for a while, and replied seriously: "I'm scared."

"..." Kirk, "Actually, Lillian just thinks she will definitely find Pulan. Oh, you don't know, I'm really going crazy."

Ji Chuan: "..."

Kirk: "..."

Ji Chuan: "I...don't know."

Kirk: "Well, let me tell you, this woman can't get my jokes at all, you know, she's really...always talking coldly! Laugh! Talk! Can't chat at all!"

Ji Chuan frowned: "It's okay, she can't get you, but I think you've already got her cold joke, so keep up the good work."

Kirk was so wronged that he gnawed at the corner of his clothes: "Then, are you still coming to work today?"

Ji Chuan: "No, you should drink more hot water."

Kirk: "..."

Ji Chuan: "..."

Kirk: "By the way, why are you answering the phone? What's wrong with the boss, what's wrong with asking for leave today?"

Ji Chuan glanced at the man covered under the towel by himself: "Well, I have a fever because of a cold."

Kirk's gossip spirit was ignited again: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Cell phone: "Beep...beep...beep..."

Kirk: "..."

Ji Chuan looked at Ai Fan who reached out to hang up the phone, and said with a chuckle, "Are you in a better mood? It seems that recruiting Kirk is indeed a good decision."

Ai Fan raised his hand and pressed Ji Chuan's hand on his head through the towel, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go home, I didn't sleep well last night."

It wasn't until Ji Chuan urged Ai Fan to take a shower and lie back on the bed, but to his surprise, Ai Fan actually fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Looking at Ai Fan who had wrapped himself tightly on the bed, with only half of his face showing, Ji Chuan became dazed while twirling the tail of the tofu, remembering the conversation between Ai Fan and himself this morning——

Ai Fan followed the navigation prompt and emphasized again: "Actually, I can just take a taxi and go there."

Ji Chuan: "Let's talk about when you are willing to go out with a guide stick."

Ai Fan smiled wryly: "It's fine if you can't see it, it's pure if you don't see it."

Ji Chuan didn't pay much attention: "Why do you have such serious resistance to your relatives? You have already persuaded me to go to work early in the morning."

Ai Fan was a little bit out of control: "They have been treating me... Ke? You are called 'K', anyway, they always think that my father was killed by me, and so did my mother."

Ji Chuan glanced at the navigation: "In the beginning, colleagues in other departments in the bureau also spread the same way, but no one said it later."

Ai Fanruan scratched his hair on the backrest: "No, no, this is different... They still care about this matter very much."

Ji Chuan followed the navigation prompt and turned left: "It's normal to mind, but the same blood is flowing all over your body, so don't be too psychologically burdened."

Ai Fan covered his eyes, he didn't know how to explain to Ji Chuan this absolutely complicated problem for his Chuan Chuan...

I didn't think so before, but now that I think about it, I realize that Ai Fan doesn't seem to be surprised by today's situation at all, probably he has always received this kind of treatment from his grandmother, Ji Chuan thought.

Ji Chuan remembered that when he was a child, one of the virtues he was first taught was "the doctrine of the mean", but this kind of impartiality and compromise seemed to be unique to the Chinese people.

Most of the French people don't care much, and their honesty has already been seen by Chief Ji Chuan in many places.

But when Ji Chuan came back from buying groceries and was about to call Ai Fan to get up and cook, he received a call from Aunt Ai Fan.

To be precise, he should have accidentally helped Ai Fan receive a call from his aunt.

The author has something to say:

"The doll tests the conscience of the maker" is what Miss Marilyn said~

I don’t know if you have seen the little angel of [Psychic War]