To Raise a Soul

As if annoyed by his watching, a peach blossom branch suddenly fell from the branch and hit him on the head, and then slid along the back of his head into the pannier on his back.

"what."

Yu Zhen raised her hand to cover her head, and turned her head to look at the back basket. Unfortunately, the viewing angle was limited, and she could only see a corner of her cotton-padded hat.

This branch grows well, how could it suddenly fall down.

He felt more and more inexplicable, so he simply turned around and unloaded the basket, bent down to pick up the blossomed peach branch lying on the dry wood in the basket, looked up at the peach tree again, trying to find out which branch was broken, but All I saw were bare branches.

The north wind blows, bringing a burst of coolness.

Yu Zhen was holding a peach branch with flowers, and stood under the bare peach blossom tree, staring dumbfounded.

Where are the flowers?

He looked down at the flowering branch in his hand, then looked up at the bare peach blossom tree, and found that a branch at the highest point of the tree was cut off abruptly, his heart trembled, and all kinds of ghosts appeared in his mind Guessing, he swallowed dryly, didn't dare to stay any longer, picked up his back basket and ran towards the path down the mountain.

A few days after An's birthday, Yu Zhen started dreaming again.

I still can't remember the content of the dream, and my mind is getting dizzy day by day. What's worse, the cold limbs that disappeared for a while also reappeared along with the dream.

It was another sunny day, and he was sitting on the high threshold of Guanmen with huge dark circles under his eyes. He ate a mouthful of steamed stuffed bun with pickles, chewed a few times without taste, his eyes moved unconsciously, and moved to the still stick on the ground outside the door. On the branches of peach blossoms that were blooming brilliantly, I felt a lump in my throat and couldn't eat any more.

It's been almost a week, and this strange peach blossom branch has been blooming brilliantly all the time. The flowers on it are neither withering nor withering.

too weird.

He put the bun on the low stool behind the door, got up and picked up the flower branch, stretched out his hand to tear off a petal and twisted it, the abundant flower juice stained his hands.

How can normal petals squeeze out so much flower juice.

Thinking slowly, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and his sense of smell awakened his taste buds. He accidentally put his hand stained with flower juice into his mouth and licked it, and then the sweetness spread, and his chaotic brain suddenly cleared up.

Ok?

He froze, as if waking up from a deep dream, he looked at his hands in disbelief, and then at the peach blossom branch that suddenly looked very delicious at this moment, threw the flower branch away in panic, and frantically wiped his hands.

what happened?He actually thought the peach blossom juice was delicious, and even had the weird illusion that the peach branches might taste like chocolate.

Something is wrong, there must be something wrong.

[Xiaozhen, there are some things in this world that don't exist if you don't believe in them. You'll understand when grandpa leaves someday. 】

[You must carry this safety bead with you, don't lose it, understand? 】

The words that grandpa had whispered in his ear suddenly flashed in his mind, he stopped wiping his hands, and his heart beat slowly accelerated.

The symptoms of cold limbs, dizziness, insomnia and dreaminess seem to have appeared after he burned the peace beads, and the hallucinations he encountered recently cannot be explained by scientific theories.

The doctor said that the examination report showed that his body was completely fine.

The flower branches on the ground were blooming brilliantly on their own, and the sweetness on his tongue still persisted. He tightened his hands, feeling the temperature of his cold fingertips slowly recovering as the sweetness spread, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead.

It's over, he said to himself, the punishment for not listening to grandpa is coming.

A low-key black luxury car is driving on an uneven dirt road, the speed is too slow for its performance.

"Uncle Weng, drive slowly, my brother is not in good health and can't stand the bumps."

Yin Le reminded him for the fifth time, and Weng Xiping in the driver's seat was helpless.

"Young master, if you slow down, you should turn off the engine."

Yin Le glanced at the scene that was receding very slowly outside the window, realized that he was being stupid again, smiled dryly to cover up his embarrassment, looked at Yin Yan who was sitting alone in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and moved his butt uncomfortably .

Originally, he should also go to the back seat, but, but recently the eldest brother has been too silent, which made him feel strange. He always feels that the current eldest brother has a bit of "immortal" temperament that "does not eat the fireworks of the world". He felt that approaching casually was an offense to his eldest brother.

And I don't know if it's an illusion, the elder brother who lost a lot of weight in the car accident not only changed his temper, but even his appearance seemed to be different from before.

Obviously the facial features are still the same, but the color of the eyeballs and hair is getting darker day by day, and the color of the lips has also changed from an unhealthy dark red at the beginning to a lighter color that makes people unconsciously look more.

Perhaps because of the weight loss, the facial features look more three-dimensional, the skin has also improved, and even the height seems to be a little bit taller than before.

This doesn't look like he's just recovering from a serious injury, but rather like going abroad for a facelift.

Yin Yan, who had been looking out of the car window in the rearview mirror, suddenly withdrew his gaze and raised his eyes to look over.

The two brothers met their gazes through the rearview mirror, Yin Le was taken aback, and quickly looked away.

"what happened?"

Yin Yan remained expressionless, raised his hand to touch his face, and asked, "Am I ugly white now, with no blood on my face at all?"

Pale and slender fingers fell on the face, with distinct joints, obviously a very seductive picture, but Yin Le suddenly felt a little sad.

"No, no, big brother is still so handsome."

He shook his head vigorously, and felt that he was just a demon. Of course, his facial features would appear more three-dimensional if he lost weight. After a serious illness, his skin was whitened in the hospital, so his hair and eyes would naturally be darker.

Eating nutritious meals every day, and being forced to lie in bed all day, it's strange that my skin doesn't get better after recuperating like this.

As for height, my elder brother used to like to slump his back, so he didn't show his size, but now because the doctor ordered him to straighten his back all the time, he naturally looks taller than before.

What plastic surgery or not, my dear brother, handsome is in his genes, what kind of cosmetic surgery.

Throwing the messy thoughts out of his mind, the sense of distance in Yin Le's heart disappeared unconsciously, he simply turned around and grabbed the seat, looked at his elder brother generously, and boasted flatteringly: "It's still mom who has good eyesight, this new It's a nice coat, much nicer than those jackets you used to buy."

Yin Yan closed the skirt of the dark long coat cooperatively, but did not speak.

Yin Le's eyes fell on his hands following his movements, and then moved up again, and settled on his much longer hair, although he felt that compared to the style that the elder brother specially made before, the casually scattered ones now The soft black hair looks better, but remembering the big brother's preference, he still flattered him and said, "Brother, should you cut your hair? When we return to City B, how about we go get a haircut together?"

"Young master, sit still, it's about to go uphill."

Weng Xiping interrupted the friendly communication between the two brothers, Yin Yan did not respond to Yin Le's request, but only followed and said: "Sit down."

"Oh."

Yin Le responded, turned around and sat down obediently, and adjusted the seat belt, so obediently.

The slope was not long, and it climbed up quickly, and a dirt road narrower than before appeared in front of us.

"Go straight."

Yin Yan opened his mouth and adjusted his sitting posture slightly.

Yin Le felt that he might be in trouble again, and he actually had the illusion that his elder brother was very nervous now. Obviously, his elder brother still had no expression on his face, calm and unbelievably calm.

The dirt road has some twists and turns, the more you go in, the denser the woods and the narrower the road.

When a broken area of ​​trees appeared on the side of the road, Yin Le fixed his gaze, the joy on his face disappeared, and he pursed his lips tightly.

Weng Xiping also glanced sideways, then stepped on the accelerator and drove through this area at a faster speed.

The Taoist temple was already close in front of him, Yin Yan didn't even look at the scene of the accident, his gaze was always on the front, and the appearance of the Taoist temple was reflected in the dark pupils, and there was nothing else.

The car stopped beside the door of the Taoist temple, and very politely did not block the door.

Yin Lechang has never seen such a broken door and such a broken house at his age. His eyes glanced at the aging gaps on the courtyard door and the simple tiled roofs of the houses in the courtyard. His little heart trembled and he suddenly felt faint.

In his imagination, the future sister-in-law who saved the eldest brother is a delicate girl with a simple and warm temperament. Although the residence is simple, there is a flower field in front of the house and a clear spring in the back of the house. breath.

He felt that only such a girl was worthy of his elder brother, and that he could make the elder brother who had lost his heart broken by Han Ya know his way back, fall in love at first sight, and understand that the true meaning of love is warmth and redemption, not hypocritical deceit and endless despair wait.

"Little master, brain supplementation is a disease and needs to be cured. Didn't the police say that the person who saved the eldest master was a young man who lived in a Taoist temple. Pay off Qingquan and Huatian, and usually watch less idol dramas and read more books."

Weng Xiping ruthlessly punctured Yin Le's fantasy, unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Yin Le came back to his senses, only to realize that he had unconsciously uttered the shameful picture that he had made up in his brain, blushed, and hurriedly looked back to the back seat to explain, but found that the back seat was empty. The eldest brother who had become particularly calm had long since disappeared.

Um?What about people?Didn't the car just stop?

He turned sideways in a daze, and then saw his elder brother's so handsome figure at the entrance of the Taoist temple.

View inside.

Yu Zhen sat in front of the old wooden table, tightened her cold fingers, squeezed her completely unconscious lips, looked down at the steaming peach porridge in the porcelain bowl, took a deep breath, raised her hand, and touched it. edge of the bowl.

He didn't have time or energy to think about those weird things anymore. If it continued to be so cold, he doubted that he would be frozen to death.

knock knock knock.

The finger that touched the edge of the bowl stopped, he blinked suspiciously, and shook his head.

Why is there a knock on the door and hallucinations again?

Knock, knock, knock.

The scent of peach blossom porridge wafted up, and the frozen thoughts began to turn.

He was dazed for a few seconds, and finally realized that the knock on the door came from the courtyard door, and it was not a hallucination. He got up quickly, grabbed his hair that he hadn't taken care of since he woke up in the morning, and tugged at the bloated cotton clothes on his body. Turn around and walk quickly towards the gate.

It's so strange that someone knocked on the door of the small Taoist temple that usually hasn't been visited for several years, and the sun came out from the west.

"Come here, wait a moment."

He responded with a raised voice, so that the guests would not be in a hurry, and his hand had already touched the copper bracelet on the door.

A faint cool smell penetrated through the crack of the door into his nostrils, he paused when he opened the door, and was aroused by this strange smell, suddenly thought of a possibility.

There are too many strange things I have encountered recently, and the deep mountains and dense forests are prone to accidents. Could it be that the person knocking on the door is not a person, but...

knock.

There was another light knock on the slightly opened door, and then a slender, pale hand stretched in from the crack of the door, clasped the door, and slowly pushed the door open with light force.

The opponent's strength was not strong, but Yu Zhen had no strength to resist at all, or in other words, he had no intention of resisting at all.

He looked at the pale hand on the door, and the memory of the fraudulent corpse on the night of the accident quickly came back, he took a step back involuntarily, his eyes widened, his teeth began to chatter, and he looked towards the door that was gradually opening with horror.