Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

He Chuanhua pushed open the door of the ward with the insulated lunch box, and Song Yanqing immediately turned to look over when she heard the sound of the door opening.

After seeing He Chuanhua, Song Yanqing's eyes lit up.

He observed He Chuanhua's expression, after confirming that their relationship was still as good as before.He pursed his lips, sucked his nose twice and said, "Master Daoist, do you know that I was bullied badly before."

He Chuanhua was smiling at him at first, but when he heard his words, his face sank instantly, and he couldn't help but think of Song Yanqing's pale face and weak breathing.

When he broke through the formation and dragged Song Yanqing's soul out, the originally good soul had become dilapidated and would dissipate at any time.

If it wasn't for the magical artifacts given to him by his master, Song Yanqing's remaining soul would be gone.

He put the lunch box on the table, took things out, and said with a cold face: "It's just a bully, if it's later, you won't even have the chance to reincarnate."

He Chuanhua held Song Yanqing's wrist, and tapped gently between his brows with his other hand, and Song Yanqing felt as if there was a warm current circulating in his body.

"There should be no problem." He Chuanhua tugged on Song Yanqing's collar, and said in a slow voice, "Drink the talisman water in a while, so as not to be approached by evil spirits."

I don't know if it was intentional, or He Chuanhua forgot about it.While he was speaking, he kept holding Song Yanqing's wrist, rubbing his thumbs from time to time.

He rubbed for a long time, and Song Yanqing's wrist was slightly red from rubbing.

At the same time, a system notification sounded in his mind.

[Good day, Mr. Song, the Taoist's dependence on you is 80/100, evaluation: I shouldn't touch him secretly. ]

Song Yanqing didn't realize what this sentence meant for a while, he looked down at He Chuanhua's fingers rubbing on his wrist.The fingers froze, and then slowly left his wrist.

Song Yanqing looked up again, and He Chuanhua had regained his composure. He glanced at Song Yanqing indifferently and said, "I thought it was just an ordinary ghost shop, but later I found out that it was made intentionally."

Song Yanqing hummed, and unconsciously held her wrist.

He Chuanhua's face was a little red, he stopped talking and continued: "The door card is the key to the formation. You can enter the formation with your soul after taking the key card. That formation is a formation for gathering yin and raising ghosts. You don't know how to exorcise ghosts. There are so many evil spirits..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and Song Yanqing was sitting beside him, unable to hear his last words clearly.

Song Yanqing poked at the system and said, "What did he say in the end?" '

The system paused for a few seconds, and replied: [Mr. Song, he said, 'There are so many evil spirits, what should I do if something happens to you. ']

Song Yanqing looked at He Chuanhua blankly, not understanding why he would say such words.

He looked at He Chuanhua's reddish ear tips, poked the system and said, "I suspect he likes me." '

[Depending on the value of 80/100, according to the real-time data, Mr. Song, your judgment is very likely to be correct. ]

'Why does he like me? ’ Song Yanqing asked in puzzlement: ‘We have known each other for half a month at most. '

The system didn't answer right away, it was silent for a long time, and said in its mechanical voice without ups and downs: [In fact, the system thinks that falling in love with Mr. Song is not an incomprehensible thing. ]

It said this sentence abruptly and strangely, but when Song Yanqing asked it again, it refused to make a sound.

Since she was not the protagonist, Song Yanqing didn't think about the aura of being a millionaire.He felt that he might have frightened He Chuanhua by his near-death appearance, and accidentally stimulated him.

After He Chuanhua finished speaking, he gave Hao Qingshan another hard look.

Hao Qingshan was adding something to the yellow talisman water, he quickly made a trick, shook the bowl three times, and said to He Chuanhua with a smile: "Don't get angry, don't get angry, haven't everyone been rescued, don't get angry, or your body will be ruined by anger. "

He Chuanhua stared at him for a while, then sighed and said, "I don't mean to blame senior brother."

"Who would have thought that the formation was for raising ghosts, and it also specialized in raising ghosts." Hao Qingshan put away his smile and said solemnly: "I saw that the way of making the formation is very similar to mine, even the details are basically the same. The talismans painted on the wall also have shadows of you and me, but I remember that the master only accepted us as apprentices."

"I asked Master, and there are indeed only two of us." He Chuanhua said, "It's a pity that the formation disappeared, and there was no time to investigate it."

He took the bowl, took a sip himself, then frowned and said, "Senior brother, I don't think it tastes right."

Hao Qingshan groaned, took a bowl and drank a little bit, and said with disgust: "Can you drink this? No matter how I drink it, it tastes the same, it smells so bad."

He Chuanhua looked at the muddy water, thought for a while, put the bowl aside, unbuttoned his cuffs and said, "I'll make another one, thank you brother."

Hao Qingshan looked at the bowl for a long time, put the bowl down heavily, and said with displeasure: "Junior brother, don't you believe me, senior brother?"

He Chuanhua had just finished reciting the mantra, and quickly threw the burnt talisman into the bowl. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at Hao Qingshan and explained seriously: "Senior brother misunderstood, I believe in senior brother, but since you were young, you only learned formations. The technique of making talismans really needs to be improved."

Hao Qingshan stopped talking, he sat down on the bed, turned around and turned his back to He Chuanhua, sulking.

He Chuanhua handed the bowl to Song Yanqing and said, "Hurry up and drink, I have prepared sugar for you."

Song Yanqing trusted He Chuanhua very much, he took the bowl without hesitation and drank it directly, a strange smell rushed in, choking him to tears.

His eyes were red and he was about to speak with a bitter face.Opening his mouth, He Chuanhua squeezed a hard candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Yanqing always felt that He Chuanhua's fingers were gently pressing his lips when he was withdrawing.

The system updated the data in a timely manner: [The Taoist's dependence on you is 83/100. Evaluation: His lips are so soft, he probably didn't notice it, he really wants to touch it again. ]

Song Yanqing looked at the corners of He Chuanhua's tightly pursed lips, and said to himself, bad boy, I have discovered all your little tricks.

He Chuanhua turned his head just in time, and the eyes of the two met.He Chuanhua's eyes were complicated, although his expression was still gentle and peaceful.

Song Yanqing couldn't read the emotion in those eyes, but he knew that He Chuanhua was very sad now.

"What's wrong?" Song Yanqing pretended to be puzzled.

He Chuanhua opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he saw the red cloth on Song Yanqing's wrist, he suddenly changed his words when he reached his mouth.

"When you are in good health, I will teach you the Tao." He Chuanhua said softly, "Although I learned it a bit late, self-defense is still enough."

What he wanted to say before was definitely not this sentence, Song Yanqing took a deep breath to avoid his gaze, and smiled relaxedly: "That's great, thank you, Taoist priest!"

"You don't need to thank me." He Chuanhua said softly, "You and I didn't need to be restrained before."

Now Song Yanqing was sure that He Chuanhua really liked him, otherwise why would she want to touch his lips.

I have to admit that He Chuanhua will be a good boyfriend, gentle, loyal and capable. Although he can do nothing but catch ghosts, Song Yanqing believes that given enough time for him, he is fully capable of breaking out in this city.

Song Yanqing didn't understand why He Chuanhua fell in love with him, he touched his wrist, the red cloth was still tied on it.

Song Yanqing had a person in his heart, that person always appeared in his dreams, dressed in red and flaunting his smile.

Song Yanqing never forgot that person, he was always waiting for him.It's just that I don't know if he will appear in this world, and if Song Yanqing will still recognize him after changing his appearance.

'He will come to me. "Song Yanqing recalled that she was almost dying in the battle, rubbed the red cloth and murmured to the system: "I don't know if I can wait until that time. '

[Wait. ] The system replied, it paused, and then repeated: [It will wait. ]

Song Yanqing always felt that his system was becoming more and more humane, and He Chuanhua just happened to reach out and seemed to want to touch his eyebrows.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, Song Yanqing quietly rubbed her back.Seeing this, He Chuanhua withdrew his hand, lowered his eyelids, rubbed his fingertips and said calmly, "Soon, within three days at most, your illness will be cured."

Before he finished speaking, a little nurse opened the door and walked in.She looked at the three people in the room, and after scanning around, her eyes fell on the bowl of talisman water made by Hao Qingshan. She came over and picked up the bowl and smelled it, her delicate face immediately wrinkled.

"Who did it?" Seeing that there was still an empty bowl, she frowned and said to Song Yanqing, "Did you drink this?"

Song Yanqing looked at her expression and shook her head resolutely, the little nurse's face looked better.She picked up the satchel full of talisman artifacts on the table and said, "In what age are you still practicing these feudal superstitions, how can you give patients ashes to drink paper ashes?"

Hao Qingshan, who was playing matchmaker, looked back and found that his satchel was being carried by the little nurse, and immediately turned over and said, "Hey, be gentle, those talismans on it can't touch the ground, they will disperse your breath, so don't drop them."

The little nurse got angry, and when she saw Hao Qingshan's nervous expression, she put down her satchel and said with a sigh: "I'm going to give the patient a bottle, so don't try to make trouble, don't go around him and do rituals."

The little nurse looked to be only in her twenties, with a pretty face, and now she was a little cute when she stared at her eyes.

Hao Qingshan was holding her satchel like a baby, but when she saw the little nurse getting angry, her eyes lit up.

"Miss, you have a ruddy complexion, and you will have good luck recently." He smiled and leaned over to the little nurse, pretending to play with his fingers and said; "Oh, oh, why have you had a bloody disaster recently? Well, we are also destined. I don't say anything about you, how about selling you a transfer talisman, 520 does not bargain."

He was handsome in the first place, the little nurse's face turned red after being teased by him, she pushed Hao Qingshan out with a straight face.

Men with mustaches squeezed through the door and cheekily asked her for her birthday, saying that they wanted to make her a consecrated jewelry bodyguard.

The little nurse blushed and pushed him out. She closed the door and looked at He Chuanhua who was still sitting by the bed. Thinking of what he had done before, the little nurse also pushed him out.

"What's the matter?" Song Yanqing stretched out her hand, looking at the little nurse who was giving him the needle and asked.

The little nurse said while giving the needle: "You two friends are too superstitious. The night before yesterday, they insisted on going to the rooftop behind your back to say that it was a practice. Later, they were stopped by the nurse on duty and drew something in the ward. You The boyfriend stuffed paper into your mouth and stabbed you with a mahogany sword."

"Why are you so young when you are young? I have seen the two of them strip you naked and put you on the ground several times, and splash red things on you. I don't know what it is. How can you be so troublesome? If they are not sick, they will make trouble."

Song Yanqing knew that they were trying to find a way to get his soul back, but he didn't understand why the little nurse said that He Chuanhua was his boyfriend.

He asked insincerely, and the little nurse smiled and said, "He called an ambulance, and the nurse who followed said that when they rushed over, he was sitting on the ground crying with you in his arms, his face paler than yours. See an ambulance and beg us to help you."

He Chuanhua had always been mature and calm in front of Song Yanqing, he couldn't imagine what it would be like for He Chuanhua to cry and beg for help.

He just felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if some emotion wanted to break through the shackles.

He closed his eyes, forcing down the strong and vague emotion.

'I'm not quite right. ' Song Yanqing said to the system: 'Calm down and persevere, I can't change my mind! '

The system ignored him, Song Yanqing gave himself a piss in his heart, and called him a scumbag.

The little nurse didn't notice Song Yanqing's abnormality, she sighed and said, "It's not because he's so nervous, your heart stopped beating when you were in the emergency room."

"Although he is superstitious, he is really kind to you. I was on duty that night, and he waited outside the emergency room first, then ran outside and didn't know what he did. When he came back, he had a big gash in his palm, and the bleeding couldn't stop. But if you want to persuade him, superstition is really bad, and you don’t need to hurt yourself to save someone.”

Song Yanqing forced a smile, seeing that he didn't want to continue talking about it, the little nurse just thought he was feeling sorry for He Chuanhua.

She thought for a while and said, "I forgot. The day before yesterday, a female student from the University of T came to see you. You didn't wake up. Your boyfriend and his brother stopped the little girl from coming in. Later, she scolded her, and asked me to bring you something if the student couldn't come in."

As she spoke, she took out an exquisite little gift box from her pocket, Song Yanqing took it and opened it, and there was a small postcard and a lipstick inside.

The postcard is full of words, in round, wide and flat fonts.

'Sister, thank you for saving me, I hope you are all well.I'm fine, my little brother is here to save me, but he can't save you with me, I'm very, very sorry.By the way, I cut my hair and sold it for money, and now I will finally not be tripped by it.I sold it for [-] yuan, and I still have a lot of money left after eating a few good meals. When you are ready, I will treat you to a steak dinner. This is a masculine lipstick that matches my sister very well. It will make you look better when you put it on. Get up, and people will definitely get better. '

There are some symbolic expressions hand-painted on it, and the name 'Liu Shiyin' is written at the end.

Song Yanqing thanked the nurse, who opened the door with a tray and left, Hao Qingshan followed with a bag on her back, surrounded the little nurse to ask for her birthday.

He Chuanhua, who had been hiding in the corner, saw the little nurse leaving, and ran back to the ward with long legs.

Song Yanqing was twisting the lipstick with the hand that didn't get the injection. He was piercing his right hand, and the little anchor was right-handed, and his left hand was as clumsy as an ornament.

"Do you need help?" He Chuanhua came over and said.

Song Yanqing thought he was going to help twist the lipstick, so she handed the lipstick over.

The glasses on the bridge of the nose slipped off, and Song Yanqing reached out to push and accidentally touched the glasses.Seeing this, He Chuanhua took off his glasses and said, "I'll wipe them for you later."

Song Yanqing nodded, just as he was about to take back the lipstick, He Chuanhua leaned forward and lowered his eyelids, the lipstick carefully touched Song Yanqing's lips.

Song Yanqing froze for a moment, subconsciously moving her mouth to speak.He Chuanhua stretched out his hand and gently pinched his chin and said, "Don't move, although I've seen the video, this is the first time I've painted someone else."

The little anchor's eyesight was very poor, and Song Yanqing's eyes became blurred after taking off her glasses.He could see He Chuanhua's face clearly, but he couldn't see his eyes clearly.There seemed to be a layer of fog in front of my eyes, so I couldn't see clearly.

It's just that he could hear He Chuanhua's suppressed breathing, his hands could hold the mahogany sword, and he could flexibly make formulas. He had clearly drawn the talisman for more than ten years and held the cinnabar pen for more than ten years, but now he couldn't restrain himself. Trembling slightly, she carefully tapped on her lips, and her pale lips gradually became brighter.

He Chuanhua withdrew his hand, he saw that pretty lips curled up slightly, and he heard Song Yanqing ask him softly if he looked good.

The palms of He Chuanhua's hands pinching the lipstick were covered with sweat. He looked at Song Yanqing's lips as if possessed, and said softly, "It looks good."

Hao Qingshan was expecting the little nurse's birthday, she pushed the door open beamingly and walked in, and when she raised her eyes, she saw He Chuanhua staring at Song Yanqing in a daze.

He put away his smile, frowned and coughed lightly, "Junior Brother, come out."

He Chuanhua woke up suddenly, and he looked away without a trace.Put away the lipstick and put it beside Song Yanqing's pillow, got up and walked out with Hao Qingshan.

Hao Qingshan closed the door, led him to an unoccupied corner, and said seriously: "Junior brother, tell the truth, do you fall in love with him?"

He Chuanhua lowered his head and said nothing, Hao Qingshan said with a gloomy face: "Can't you see, he has someone. The thing on his wrist, and the obsession behind him, you said you like what a man with a master does. You don’t say anything if you like male seniors, but things like love are often disasters in the lives of people like us, seniors are afraid that you will suffer.”

He Chuanhua straightened his body and let Hao Qingshan reprimand him, with no expression on his face.After Hao Qingshan finished speaking, he suddenly said: "He didn't know that the man's obsession has been protecting him, he only knows that the red cloth is very important."

His eyes were dim, and he said in a calm voice: "I didn't tell him, that person's obsession followed him."

Hao Qingshan hissed and said: "My little ancestor, what do you want to do again?"

He Chuanhua wanted to say, 'I can kill that thread of obsession, and then destroy that red line of marriage. '

It's just that the words came to his lips but he couldn't say anything, Hao Qingshan seemed to have guessed his mind, he laughed and said sarcastically: "I advise you better not to do that, there is no impenetrable wall, if he knows Hate you forever."

A trace of grievance flashed in He Chuanhua's eyes, he straightened his face and stopped talking, Hao Qingshan said helplessly: "What do you like about him, good-looking is good-looking, but there are so many good-looking people in this world, it's not bad." one."

A trace of confusion flashed across He Chuanhua's eyes. He touched his chest and said, "I don't know. I like not being able to tell the reason when I look at it. I always feel that we should be together in the first place. I figured it out. We were destined in the previous life. It's just that I have a shallow way of doing things. Can't figure out why."

"What kind of fate is there, I think it's evil fate." Hao Qingshan said: "You two don't match, I forget it, it won't work."

"It's done." He Chuanhua said seriously.

"What a fart!" Hao Qingshan scolded with a smile: "Donkey temper, stubborn."

"I don't care, it will definitely work." He Chuanhua said, "Brother, why do you like that little nurse?"

Hao Qingshan originally planned to reprimand him, but when he heard him mention the little nurse, his face flushed.

He swung the note with the date of birth in front of He Chuanhua as if showing off, and said with a chuckle: "She has big eyes, and she looks good when she stares at people. Just now I was so angry that I stomped my feet, and her eyes were red, like a girl. Little rabbit."

He Chuanhua glanced at the note and said, "Life is bad, I won't live past thirty."

Hao Qingshan pushed him and said: "Go away, dogs can't spit out ivory."

Just as He Chuanhua was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and said to Hao Qingshan: "Yan Qing is weak these days, and cannot live without others, I want to accompany him."

"Accompany you however you like, just don't cause trouble for me." Hao Qingshan fiddled with his smartphone, trying to add the little nurse's WeChat account.

"Senior Brother, Yan Qing said that there is a ghost school that traps a lot of little ghosts. I was confiscated before, and I have no way to manage it. Now I have other things." He Chuanhua found information about the ghost school on the Internet.

He showed Hao Qingshan a look and said: "Brother, can you solve the ghost school matter for me? They are ordinary ghosts who have never harmed anyone. Just call ghost messengers to take them to reincarnation."

Hao Qingshan agreed immediately, he thought for a while and said solemnly: "Junior Brother, be careful here alone, I always feel that the formations in the ghost shop are weird, and they are too similar to mine. I haven't found out yet. The reason, but that colleague must have no good intentions."

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