Yingyang Bookstore, No. 48

Tai Yi was embarrassed to ask Xing Yang to take him back, the bus didn't go to work so early, Tai Yi was lying on the bed with his back to Xing Yang.

Xing Yang was very sleepy at first, but Tai Yi's state made him feel uneasy.

Xing Yang looked at Tai Yi's emaciated back these days and felt a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong with you, are you feeling unwell?"

Tai Yi originally closed his eyes tightly and forced himself to fall asleep, but when he heard Xing Yang's question, he turned and looked at him. The two of them were so close that Tai Yi could feel Xing Yang's breath brushing against his cheek.

"I am Tai Yi. This year, all traces of me in this world can be proved from my birth certificate, but you tell me that I am not me. I am a person many years ago, and that person is actually Lying where I can touch it." Tai Yi's voice gradually became quieter and more like muttering to himself, "Then who am I? If one day that Tai Yi wakes up, where will I be? I will disappear. Or will he disappear..."

Xing Yang cut off his words and looked at him seriously: "Otherwise, why do you think these ghosts like to stay by your side? Your inherently powerful ghost power makes them feel safe, and even your eyes are different from ordinary yin and yang eyes. "

"So those ghosts who saluted after I came to Yingyang Street were afraid of me, not you, right?" Tai Yi's voice trembled.

Xing Yang nodded.

"But I am me, that person is that person, I don't have any memories of the past, how...how can you make me believe..." Tai Yi said.

Xing Yang secretly thought something was wrong, Tai Yi's mood became more and more unstable, and the soul that had been hurt recently began to become restless again.

Tai Yi shook Xing Yang's comforting hand, and raised his voice a little: "The one you have been protecting and trusting is not me, but that Tai Yi."

Xing Yang threw his hands away and hugged him in his arms to comfort him along his back, and secretly pinched the Qingxin formula.

Seeing Tai Yi's sleeping face, Xing Yang carefully kissed it lightly with his mouth. He didn't expect Tai Yi to be so repulsive about this matter, and Tai Yi only remembered fragments after so long in the past.

After waking up, Tai Yi felt his head felt a little better, and when he came back from the Ghost Palace, his headache seemed to explode.

Downstairs, Xing Yang was still reading in the chair, Aunt Ping was reading romance novels, and Uncle Xing was cleaning his cigarette. Everything was the same as before, but it seemed different.

"I'm going home first, he shouldn't be worried if I haven't contacted my dad for so long." Tai Yipo seemed to be running away, he hurriedly finished speaking and left in a hurry.

Aunt Ping stood up and quickly walked to him: "Eat here, Aunt Ping will make fried pork loin for you, or let Xiao Yang drive you back."

Tai Yi quickly waved his hand and refused: "No, no, no! I'll go back to eat, go back to eat, and it's troublesome to drive out. I can just take a taxi and go."

Looking at the back of Tai Yi running out, Aunt Ping looked at Xing Yang inquiringly.

Xing Yang said: "Let him be quiet for a while." There was endless worry in his eyes.

It happened to be Sunday, Tai's father rested at home and was a little surprised to see him come back.

"Why are you back? Sister Ping told me to let you eat there." Tai's father said.

Tai Yi gave him a tired look: "You don't need to bring me a meal, I feel a little uncomfortable and go to sleep."

Tai's father asked: "Did you catch a cold? Dad will find some medicine for you!"

Tai Yi waved his hand: "It will be fine after a night of sleep."

It was night after this sleep, and Tai's father was afraid that he would be so hungry that his stomach hurt and knocked on the door to wake him up.

He shouted a few times but no one responded, Tai's father pushed them away and pushed him in. After this push, he found that Tai Yi's body was terribly hot, and his whole body was shaking slightly and still muttering to himself.

Tai's father was stunned for a moment. It was the same on the eve of Yin Yang's return after Tai Yi's car accident. He was obviously very hot, but his lips, hands and feet were extremely cold.

Father Tai was a little panicked, and forced himself to calm down and quickly called Xing Yang.

"Hello? Teacher Xing? Hey, I'm Tai Yi's father. I want to ask if Tai Yi is with you this morning? Ah no, the child has a bad fever... What? It's just that his hands and feet are cold and his body is hot..."

Xing Yang stood up, picked up the key and went out, and said to Tai Yi's father on the phone: "Tai Yi has a red bracelet in his pocket and put it on his left hand. Don't open the door if anyone knocks. I'll be right there. I'll give you a hand when I arrive." Call up."

Although Tai's father didn't quite understand it, he still followed suit. Tai Yi, who put on the bracelet, didn't tremble or mutter to himself, but had a strange burning.

Xing Yang came all the way, and when Tai's father opened the door, he even sighed that Teacher Xing came so fast.

Xing Yang felt helpless when he saw so many amulets hanging on the bedside. He took out a knife and cut his finger, squeezed out a few drops of blood and fed it to Tai Yi, and then used the blood stained with cinnabar to cast a requiem spell on his forehead. .

After about half an hour, Tai Yi's fever subsided, and his limbs returned to normal body temperature.

While waiting for the fever to subside, Xing Yang casually fiddled with the talismans on the bedside, when suddenly a lotus-shaped talisman appeared in front of his eyes.

Xing Yang took off the lotus talisman and showed it to Tai's father: "Where did you ask for this?"

Tai's father said: "Oh, this is a gift Liu Hua brought back to Xiao Yi from a trip, Liu Hua, do you know?"

Xing Yang nodded, and put the talisman back into his pocket when Tai's father turned around.

The moment I looked up, I felt an uncomfortable sight coming from the opposite building, and I looked carefully at the window facing Tai Yi's room in the opposite building, and there seemed to be a person standing.

Xing Yang walked to the bed and squinted his eyes. It was Liu Hua.

Xing Yang turned on his mobile phone to find out which neighborhood is opposite. Tai Yi is the innermost building in this neighborhood, only separated from the building in the next neighborhood by a fence and a green belt.

"Zhuhai Community..." Xing Yang said.

Zhuhai...Zhuhai community is the community where Zhao Chenghai moved!

Xing Yang got off the road and restrained himself on the window, then drew the curtains.

Father Tai on this side looked at Xing Yang who was dealing with this kind of thing in disbelief, while Tai Yi on the other side was stuck in a dream and couldn't come out.

This time his dream was complete, at least compared to before, it was no longer fragmented.