hey your coffin lid is flying

After the haunted house came out, Li Qi was still full of ideas and wanted to play other games.

But Jia Luoye Xiangyang, as well as Qi Shan and Xuan Kong all had their own concerns, so they could only stop here and go home separately.

At the gate of the community, Li Qi asked Uncle Wang to put them down first.

Jia Luoye and Xiang Yang were speechless, and walked in side by side.

When passing by the door of Xiang Yang's house, Jia Luoye waved his hand at him, said "bye" and walked forward. After walking for a while and looking back, Xiang Yang followed behind quietly.

Jia Luoye was taken aback: "What are you doing?"

"There is no one in my house," Xiang Yang said, "Go to your place for a meeting."

Galoye laughed.

Pushing open the courtyard door, Gan Ningchuan probably went out to dance rehearsal again, and the room was surprisingly quiet.

Jia Luoye took Xiang Yang directly to the second floor.

Galoye's bedroom is very big, he discovered it when he came last time.

Xiang Yang walked to the balcony on the left, leaned on the railing and stretched, "Where's Anai?"

"I went to the hospital," Jia Luoye also walked over, "the last few injections."

Xiang Yang moved aside.

Two people just supported the railing like this, neither of them spoke.

"Don't you want to ask me why I'm so quiet?" Xiang Yang turned his head and glanced at Jia Luoye.

Galoye glanced at him, "Aren't you always quiet?"

Xiang Yang thought for a while: "That's right, when I'm with you, I don't talk much."

"Okay," Jia Luoye smiled, putting his arms on his shoulders, "Then why are you so quiet today?"

"Let me tell you a secret." Xiang Yang said, "Actually, I was adopted."

"I know." Galoye replied very simply.

Xiang Yang stared at him, and after a while he said: "My adoptive parents are very good to me, and I love them very much, but..."

Galoye squeezed his shoulder with his hands, and continued to look at him.

"But I," Xiang Yang sighed, "but I have always had a passion in my heart. I just wanted to find my biological parents and ask them why they abandoned me in the first place."

Galoye looked at him, and he paused for a while: "Until today, the knot in my heart has only been untied a little."

Galoye retracted his arm and continued to look at him, "Why do you say that?"

"It was the intimacy I was looking for in the haunted house," Xiang Yang said, "it appeared."

"Did you see the mural holding the nine-strand dragon tooth ax?" Jia Luoye stepped back and hooked the corner of his mouth.

"You guessed half right." Xiang Yang tilted his head and put his hands on the railing, "It's a mural, but not the one with the nine or so dragon tooth axe."

"Which one is that?" Galoye asked.

"The first one, I guess you don't remember it either," Xiang Yang said, "That one is about a white cat leaning on a woman..."

"You mean that woman is your mother?" Jia Luoye suddenly interrupted him, his eyes almost fell out.

Xiang Yang laughed, "You really think better than me."

"Stop laughing," Galoye said anxiously, "Just tell me if it's what I guessed!"

Xiang Yang shook his head, "No."

"Huh—" Jia Luoye let out a long breath, "Then what are you thinking?"

"What I thought was, I might be that white cat," Xiang Yang said.

"Are you a cat?" Galoye looked at him, "It doesn't look like that at all!"

"Didn't I say that, this is what I thought," Xiang Yang paused, "Add two more words 'random thoughts'."

"Oh." Galoye nodded, "And then?"

"Then I felt that the woman in the painting was my master, and I had no parents at all." Xiang Yang said, "It formed naturally."

"It's naturally formed..." Galoye said.

"It's the monkey or the Monkey King, it's fine." Xiang Yang interrupted him.

Jia Luoye smiled: "Fart, what is naturally formed is a spirit. You must know that animals in the world are not like humans. They are not born wise, and they need a great opportunity to embark on the path of cultivation and formation. The longer you practice, the better you will be. The deeper it gets, the more human-like it will be, and finally become a spirit."

At this time, a gust of wind blew over, and the curtains on the balcony swayed left and right a few times.

After the wind stopped, Jia Luoye asked again: "Don't you really have no impression of Chi You with the axe?"

"Yes," Xiang Yang paused for a while, "He is the one I often dream about."

"Then do you...have a sense of intimacy with him?" Jia Luoye asked very lightly, his whole body like a tight string.

"I can't tell." Xiang Yang changed his position and propped himself on the balcony. "In my dream, I always had a sense of fear for him. I was very scared. But today in the haunted house, when I saw the mural There's no fear, and as for intimacy...none."

Jia Luoye hugged Xiang Yang's shoulder again, "What about me?"

Xiang Yang sniffed, his eyes stopped on Jia Luoye's face, to be precise, those eyes.

Deep and beautiful, the eyelashes are surprisingly long, and the light blue pupils seem to hide a starry sky.

Xiang Yang's face flushed a thin layer of red, then quickly turned his head away, and said softly: "Yes."

"I knew it." After Jia Luoye finished speaking, he didn't even pause for a moment. As soon as he exerted his arm, Xiang Yang was pulled over, and he slapped him on the forehead.

"MUA!"

This time Xiang Yang was stunned for a few seconds, until the roots of his ears turned red before he came back to his senses.

"What are you doing!"