The days when I was forced to be a magic stick

After a night without dreams, Yan An slept soundly until noon, and when he woke up, his stomach was growling with hunger.

There were two missed calls on the phone, which were from home. He called back first and told his grandpa and grandpa to go back in the afternoon before going into the bathroom to wash up.

After washing, I started to pack my things. In fact, there was nothing to pack. I was too tired when I came back last night, so I just dropped my bag and went to sleep. Most of my things were in the bag.

It was almost cleaned up, and there was another knock on the door, Yan An wondered, all the people who came to this hotel with feelings were knocked on the door.

The person outside the door was Fang Yi, who had shed his embarrassing look of running around after being chased by a ghost last night, put on a suit, and returned to his usual shrewd look.

Yan An almost failed to connect this person with the person from last night.He couldn't help but turned his head and covered his mouth and coughed twice, "Is Assistant Fang okay?"

Fang Yi also knew what he was like last night, he was embarrassed in his heart, but he wanted to put on a serious face.

"Something happened at the headquarters in City B. Mr. Gu flew back in the early morning, so he couldn't thank the Celestial Master in person. Let me say sorry to you."

Yan An waved his hand, he understands that it doesn't really matter if he is a busy person or not.

"In order to thank Tianshi for his great help to Gu's this time, Mr. Gu said that he will leave a villa in Xiaolangwan for you. When Xiaolangwan is completed, Tianshi can give priority to it."

This is not bad, Xiaolang Bay has good feng shui and a good environment. When the time comes, I will take my grandpa and grandpa to live here.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with accepting Gu Xuechen's things. He helped Gu's and paid for the labor, and it was the kind that was life-threatening. This was his labor income.

But he didn't expect that it would be the house in Xiaolangwan. As expected of the Gu family, it cost tens of millions of dollars.

Nodding without refusing, she waited for Fang Yi to finish his last words.

"The Celestial Master probably hasn't eaten yet. Mr. Gu ordered me to order a meal for you. Do you want to use it in the room?"

In fact, Gu Xuechen ordered breakfast. He was used to getting up on time to go to work no matter how late he slept, but he never thought that Yan An could sleep so well, sleeping until noon.

Yan An didn't know that breakfast had turned into lunch, "I'll go down and eat later." After eating, he left.

Fang Yi: "Okay."

He was about to go back to the room to pack up the last things and go downstairs for dinner, but Fang Yi stood at the door the whole time, showing no intention of leaving, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you have anything else to do?"

Fang Yi hesitated, "Tianshi."

"I'm listening, you say."

"I have a ticket to go back to City B in the afternoon."

"Then?"

Taking a deep breath, he broke the jar and said, "Can I buy two talismans for self-defense!"

The experience last night really left a psychological shadow on Fang Yi, turning him from a staunch atheist into a theist, and he didn't even sleep well last night, turning on the light all night.

Now I'm going back to City B, I don't know if I will meet with the Celestial Master in the future, don't want to sleep if I don't buy two talismans.

Yan An finished listening, "That's it? I thought something was wrong, you wait." His face remained unchanged, but when he turned around, he showed a suppressed smile.

Fang Yi: Don't think I didn't see your shoulders shaking.

He took two kinds of talismans for Fang Yi, one was the one used to exorcise ghosts, and the other was the peace talisman.

There are about five cards of each kind, Fang Yi was both surprised and happy, just thinking that the Heavenly Master is indeed a good person, so he listened.

"By the way, there is another copy of this talisman for Mr. Gu, so it can be regarded as a return gift."

Fang Yi: It’s so angry, but the other party is a celestial master and the other is the immediate boss, what can he do?

"Okay, Heavenly Master."

Yan An thought that Gu's being able to give him a villa was generous enough, but he didn't expect that after he went downstairs to eat, the waiter brother in uniform brought him another card.

"Sir, Assistant Fang asked me to tell Mr. Gu that this is Mr. Gu's intention. Assistant Fang has already boarded the plane. Master Liu is looking for the magic weapon, but he doesn't know where it is."

When will I believe it?I asked him for a letter half an hour ago.

And they don't have to be like this, thinking he would refuse?Think too much.

Until Yan An checked the account and saw the balance on the card, a total of 300 million!Well, he who has already accepted a villa will really refuse.

Although he shouldn't go back yet, Yan An still decided that he would not take out this card unless it was an emergency.

Anyway, he is not short of money now, and besides, he still has 20 from Fu Dahai.

He was in a good mood when he came home. It was evening, and the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the flowers and plants planted outside the yard, which was as beautiful as a painting.

The sound of grandpa and grandpa cooking and chatting came from inside the house. He is still alive and his relatives are by his side. Whenever this happens, he feels that life is so beautiful.

"An'an is back?" Grandpa Yan came out of the house when he heard the noise, with white flour still sticking to his hands.

Just as Yan An was about to ask what to eat tonight, he saw Grandpa Yan striding over, ignoring his dirty hands, pulling his collar and yelling, "What's going on?!"

Yan An: It's broken, I forgot the mark on the neck.No wonder those people looked at him so strangely along the way.

"What's the matter?" Mr. An also followed, seeing the bruises on Yan An's neck, he didn't react as much as Grandpa Yan did, "It must have been strangled by a ghost."

Yan An, who was caught, nodded honestly.

He was a head taller than Grandpa Yan, and his body was pulled on his side by his collar, but he wanted to comfort the angry Grandpa Yan, "Grandpa, I'm fine, but the marks are darker. I rubbed it with medicine last night, and the color is darker today. "

"Grandpa, don't worry, it really just looks more serious." This is the truth.

Grandpa Yan didn't believe him, so he turned to look at Mr. An, and Yan An quickly gave Grandpa a wink.

Mr. An: "It's really not serious now, but if the yin qi is not eliminated, it will become serious even if it is not serious."

"Stupid you." Grandpa Yan poked a few white dots on his forehead.

Grandpa Yan poked a few white spots on his forehead.

The matter ended with Yan An sitting in the yard and Grandpa Yan giving him medicine.

The medicine is specially made. The crushed glutinous rice powder is mixed with talisman water, and when it is applied to the neck, it feels like a needle prick.

Grandpa Yan wiped the wall as if he was painting the wall, "You said how long you have been studying before you dare to go out and show off, and be honest with me after you have learned the lesson."

"Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. After reading for so long, you must know how to use it." Yan An laughed and laughed.

"Isn't it okay for your grandfather to look at Feng Shui for so many years? I think you just don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth."

"Grandpa, catching ghosts is different from reading feng shui. Of course, grandpa must be very good."

"Just flatter me, I don't know how to catch ghosts." Mr. An said with a smile on the side.

Grandpa Yan: "Since hunting ghosts is so dangerous, why don't you do it."

"Grandpa," I'm really afraid of anything, everything else is fine, but this Yan An can't agree, "I like this." Although he didn't believe it when he said it.

"It's not that I disagree with you learning this from Mr. An, but why don't you choose the safe one? You have to choose the most dangerous one. The first time you go out, you will come back with injuries all over your body."

"The first time was to help Sister Jiang find Lele, and she was not injured..." Yan An corrected weakly.

"Stop talking back to me," Grandpa Yan glared at him, and put the bowl of glutinous rice paste on the table, "You'll only be satisfied if I'm mad at you, won't you?"

"Why, am I the most filial to grandpa?" He comforted Grandpa Yan with a pat on the back, "There is also grandpa."

Mr. An hadn't spoken before. Of course he hoped that someone would inherit his mantle, but these were not important compared to Yan An's safety.

He said, "Ghost hunting is indeed dangerous. If you choose to do this, you will inevitably get injured in the future. You have to think carefully about it."

"Did you hear that?" Grandpa Yan was helping out, "As long as you don't do dangerous things, when did Grandpa tell you?"

"I heard it, I heard it, don't choose this one." Yan An raised his hand and swore, "I'm the most obedient."

"That's more or less the same." Grandpa Yan gave him another look before turning around and going in for the meeting.

Mr. An patted Yan An on the shoulder in fear, and followed him in.

Tuliu Yan An stayed outside the courtyard, watching the last twilight of the sky disappear, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

He wants to live, he wants to provide for his grandpa and grandpa, and he has to do some things.

There is no choice.

He exhaled, looked at the moon that was peeking out, and curled the corners of his lips again.

"An An is a good boy, don't worry." Mr. An comforted Grandpa Yan dryly while washing the dishes in the kitchen.

Grandpa Yan kneaded the dough vigorously, as if he wanted to vent his dissatisfaction on the dough, "I know, An An has always been filial."

He is An An's grandfather, and he watched An An grow up. How can he not know what that child thinks?

It's just that the child likes it, what can he do, it's impossible to really rely on the old to force the child to give up.

Thinking of this, Grandpa Yan wanted to sigh, it's not good to like something, but a dangerous one.

"Mr. An, that kid, An An, is a bit smart, so he doesn't like to study since he was a child. You have to supervise him well." If you learn a lot, you can protect yourself well.

"Huh?" Mr. An was puzzled at first, then smiled knowingly, "Okay."

When dinner was served, Yan An accompanied his grandpa and grandpa while eating and watching TV. Even though he thought that the screenwriter was a weirdo, he still enthusiastically discussed the plot with Grandpa Yan.

The three were talking and laughing, as if nothing had happened.

After eating, Yan An washed the dishes, and then went to the refrigerator to take out the watermelon he bought when he came back in the afternoon. After being frozen for a few hours, the watermelon was cold for a few hours.

While cutting, Yan An thought about what he was going to say later, and typed out the draft several times.

Cut it up and put it on a plate, took it to the living room, "Grandpa, grandpa, eat watermelon."

When the TV was over and commercials started to play, Yan An put down the phone and said casually, "Grandpa, grandpa, I plan to go back to school in a few days."

Grandpa Yan's expression changed immediately.