Inside a used nanny car.
Wen Zhen sat in the back seat, closed her eyes and recited the mantra silently, trying to swallow her spiritual energy.
But soon, reality hit him hard.
It's not that he can't feel it, but that there is no aura in this world at all.
Although after receiving the original body's memory, Wen Zhen had this guess, but when the real facts were in front of him, he was a little at a loss.
Without spiritual energy means that one cannot practice Taoism. What can he do without Taoism?
"Little pillow, where do you want to go back?"
Wen Zhen was immersed in the question and did not respond to Zhou Chen.
"Xiao Zhen, are you going back to the dormitory?" Zhou Chen asked loudly again.
This sound pulled back Wen Zhen's thoughts, he thought for a while, and then said: "Nanshan Street."
"Where is this? Why didn't I hear you mention it before?"
"It's my...friend's house."
Originally, there was a nominal old... Taoist companion named Sheng Zhen.Sheng Zhen has a leg problem, so for the sake of face, he never told anyone about it.
"Yeah, anyway, you don't have a part in the scene tomorrow, so you can stay longer. I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow, how about it?"
"Ah."
Wen Zhen looked out the window and thought, those who ask, follow the way.
Now that he has come here, he has to follow the way, go with the flow, and assume the responsibility of taking good care of his other half of the Taoist companion on behalf of the original body.
As for what else can one do without cultivating the Dao?
He thought that in his previous life, he obeyed Master Yunshan's last words and devoted himself to cultivating the Tao until he became obsessed and died of suicide.There is a destiny in the dark, and now he can live another life. In this life, he wants to live well for the time being.
Nanshan Street is located on the outskirts of the city, and it was already six o'clock when the car arrived at its destination.
After listening to Zhou Chen's advice, Wen Zhen got out of the car and walked into the street.
Relying on his memory, he walked to the center of the street, but suddenly forgot the rest of the journey.
The original body rarely went home, and the only time it happened was more than half a year ago. Wen Zhen stood still and thought about it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the second half of the journey.
Moreover, no one knows that the warm pillow who was regarded as a genius by everyone in her previous life is actually a road idiot.
It's getting late.
Wen Zhen turned around twice in the street, and then turned back to the original point.
He pursed his lips, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes became more eye-catching under the dim yellow lights of the street.
When he finally changed direction and walked towards the corner, he was so focused on finding his way that he didn't notice that the bricks under his feet were loose with water.
The bricks were loose and slippery, and there was nothing around to attach to. Wen Zhen staggered and lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.
But the expected pain did not come, instead his waist was hooped from behind.
The warm touch came from his waist, making Wen Zhen's heart tremble. He wanted to stand up straight, but the bricks under his feet shook so badly that he slipped the toe of his shoe and sat on the...leg of the person behind him.
thigh?
The pillow is tense like a rabbit jumping over the wall, the tip of the ear is red.
He quickly got up and turned to bow to the people behind him: "Thank you."
Laughter overflowed from the man's throat: "You're welcome, little pillow."
Pillow?
Hearing this address, Wen Zhen immediately raised his head.
In the half-light and half-darkness, the man was sitting in a wheelchair. The glasses on the tip of his nose covered half of his jade-like face, but his whole body had a warm temperament, which was even inferior to the moonlight.
It was none other than the one he had been looking for for a long time... Daoist Sheng Zhen.
After realizing this, Wen Zhen straightened his back instantly, and he tentatively said, "Long time no see."
"Long time no see." Sheng Zhen pushed the wheelchair under his feet, and after driving out of the darkness, the whole person was under the light. He asked with a smile, "Why are you here? This road leads to the next street."
Wen Zhen lied solemnly: "I want to go over there and have a look."
"Have you finished reading it?"
"finish watching."
Looking at him, Wen Zhen leaned over stiffly to push the wheelchair: "Let's go home."
Sheng Zhen paused with his fingertips, then nodded and hummed.
"Can you show me the way? I haven't been back for a long time, so I don't remember clearly."
"Ah."
The breeze rustled, and the figures of the two were reflected on the tiled wall.
Wen Zhen concentrated on the movements of his subordinates, while Sheng Zhen, who was sitting on the chair, had dim eyes, revealing danger, and the signature smile that often hangs on the corner of his mouth disappeared.
After a long meal, the two finally arrived at the small bookstore at the end of the alley.
Sheng Zhen runs this bookstore in an alley, barely able to meet food and clothing.
The formal marriage between the two was only because of Yuanchen's grandmother's last wish before her death. After marriage, Yuanchen secretly suspected that Sheng Zhen not only needed care, but also had no money.So after coming here once, I moved into the dormitory arranged by the company.
Wen Zhen looked around and thought, Yuanshen is really a villain. Although it was only a verbal marriage contract, Sheng Zhen gave him a lot, but Yuanshen... Well, it is him who is here now, he Sheng Zhen will be taken good care of.
"Have you eaten yet?" Sheng Zhen asked with a smile.
Wen Zhen was about to shake his head, but his stomach betrayed his true feelings.
After a grunt, his stomach grunted again as if it wasn't loud enough.
She made a fool of herself in front of Sheng Zhen twice in a row. Ever since she entered the door, she had been sullenly maintaining a serious warm pillow, and now she couldn't hold back any longer.
The flames of war broke out, and his fair cheeks were eroded bit by bit, down to the delicate jawline at the end.
"I'll cook." Sheng Zhen pushed the wheelchair with a smile hidden in his voice.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Wen Zhen pursed his lips, and said to his stomach coldly: "Excellent."
Sheng Zhen, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the kitchen, was looking out the kitchen window with a confused expression.
When the soup on the gas stove was about to float out of the pot, he looked away and continued to move his hands.
The dizzy yellow lights projected on his nose, making his handsome silhouette even deeper.
After Wen Zhen's distortedly beautiful face kept flashing in his mind, Sheng Zhen pressed the tip of his tongue against his lower jaw, and clicked his tongue.
The large front room in the courtyard is used as a bookstore, and the back four rooms are the living room, kitchen, and master bedroom.
After the smell of the food spread from the kitchen, Wen Zhen consciously brought the food to the living room.
The two sat opposite each other. Sheng Zhen watched his awkward and unnatural movement of serving the rice, leaned over and took the rice spoon in his hand, and handed it to him after filling the rice.
She said softly and politely, "Thank you."
Sheng Zhen bent his lips: "You're welcome."
The atmosphere gradually became silent, and the only sound in the room was the noisy sound of fifty cents special effects from the TV, and the sound of iron chopsticks colliding with porcelain bowls.
Just when Wen Zhen was about to pick up a dish, the TV screen went black instantly, and even the incandescent lamp in the living room went out. Only the desk lamp in the small corner that was accidentally turned on while charging was emitting a faint white light.
Wen Zhen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Sheng Zhen pursed her lips, her eyes hidden behind the lenses looked like a bottomless pool in the darkness, and the ripples in the pool scattered around, forming water waves, seductive for no reason.
He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and flickered the white light: "The power is out."
"Power outage?" Wen Zhen paused for a moment, then asked again, "Then have you paid... the money?"
"No."
"why?"
Sheng Zhen raised his eyes and looked directly at him, and the two of them met each other's eyes. He smiled lightly: "I just ordered a book, and I will pay it tomorrow when I earn money."
Wen Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and after reprimanding that Yuan was not a man, he said, "I'm sorry, I will take care of myself from now on..."
"It's okay." Sheng Zhen lit the candle naturally, "It's my fault that I let you encounter this kind of thing as soon as I came back. I didn't fulfill what I told grandma to take good care of you."
Wen Zhen gradually clenched the hand hanging by his side.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the rice in the bowl, and said seriously: "I will move back tomorrow, so it will be more convenient to take care of you."
Sheng Zhen was lowering his head and sticking to the candle. When he heard this, he paused, and the wax oil almost dripped on his hand.
This appearance fell into Wen Zhen's eyes, and he only thought he was happy.
But on the invisible right side of Wen Zhen, Sheng Zhen's eyes were full of complex emotions, like doubts and plots, but in the end they all converged into a clear smile.
He looked up and smiled: "Okay, if it doesn't delay your work."
"No..." After realizing that he was subconsciously repeating old sayings, he changed his tone, "It's okay, the set is not far from here."
After finishing speaking, he looked around at the old furniture in the enclosure, and then said: "When I get my salary, I will renovate the house."
Sheng Zhen was still smiling: "Okay."
After a dinner, Wen Zhen relied on his memory to pay the electricity bill with the only money left in his mobile phone.
He started to clean up the tableware. Sheng Zhen, who used to do this job, was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him with a smile on his face.
After about half an hour, Wen Zhen was packed up.
He was about to ask how he was going to sleep tonight, when he heard Sheng Zhen say first, "I will sleep in the living room at night, and you will sleep in the master bedroom. The side bedroom has not been cleaned for a long time, and I will clean it up tomorrow."
"No need." Wen Zhen glanced at his legs calmly, "I sleep in the living room."
"The sofa in the living room is a bit dirty, you are prone to allergies, just sleep on the bed."
"Then I'll make a floor bed in your room?" Wen Zhen asked in consultation.
Sheng Zhen's eyes sparked a bit of interest: "Okay."
Wen Zhen pushed him back to his room.
The pear blossoms that fell all over the courtyard were crushed into the wheels, and the fragrance of the flowers lingered in the noses of the two.
The moonlight is like water outside the window, and the candles in the room are shining brightly.
After he made the floor neatly, he awkwardly said to Sheng Zhen through the bed curtain, "Good night."
"Good night."
One day after getting used to this different world, Wen Zhen was about to fall asleep when she received a message from Zhou Chen.
——Xiao Zhen, you have been scolded on the trending search again.
He watched and opened Weibo suspiciously.After seeing his name hanging on the top, Wen Zhen clicked on the topic.
#Stink warm pillow, get out of the entertainment circle#
——Damn, this warm pillow will die if he doesn't become a monster for a day.
——Spitting out fragrance again Our brother must be sick!When will the pink eye go away?
——It's really a cancer in the entertainment industry, with bad acting skills, ugly people and more mischief, let alone an ugly man with a stinky mouth.
——Go away, don't send.
Looking at the comment area, Wen Zhen almost thought that she had committed some heinous crime.But when I clicked on the picture, I found out that it was just a marketing account that came out of nowhere, saying that he flirted with Liang Jinxiao on the set today, and even spoke sweetly.
He thought about it seriously.
In the end, he logged in to the Weibo account where he committed the crime and posted a Weibo.
——Not smelly, and not ugly.
Wen Zhen sat in the back seat, closed her eyes and recited the mantra silently, trying to swallow her spiritual energy.
But soon, reality hit him hard.
It's not that he can't feel it, but that there is no aura in this world at all.
Although after receiving the original body's memory, Wen Zhen had this guess, but when the real facts were in front of him, he was a little at a loss.
Without spiritual energy means that one cannot practice Taoism. What can he do without Taoism?
"Little pillow, where do you want to go back?"
Wen Zhen was immersed in the question and did not respond to Zhou Chen.
"Xiao Zhen, are you going back to the dormitory?" Zhou Chen asked loudly again.
This sound pulled back Wen Zhen's thoughts, he thought for a while, and then said: "Nanshan Street."
"Where is this? Why didn't I hear you mention it before?"
"It's my...friend's house."
Originally, there was a nominal old... Taoist companion named Sheng Zhen.Sheng Zhen has a leg problem, so for the sake of face, he never told anyone about it.
"Yeah, anyway, you don't have a part in the scene tomorrow, so you can stay longer. I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow, how about it?"
"Ah."
Wen Zhen looked out the window and thought, those who ask, follow the way.
Now that he has come here, he has to follow the way, go with the flow, and assume the responsibility of taking good care of his other half of the Taoist companion on behalf of the original body.
As for what else can one do without cultivating the Dao?
He thought that in his previous life, he obeyed Master Yunshan's last words and devoted himself to cultivating the Tao until he became obsessed and died of suicide.There is a destiny in the dark, and now he can live another life. In this life, he wants to live well for the time being.
Nanshan Street is located on the outskirts of the city, and it was already six o'clock when the car arrived at its destination.
After listening to Zhou Chen's advice, Wen Zhen got out of the car and walked into the street.
Relying on his memory, he walked to the center of the street, but suddenly forgot the rest of the journey.
The original body rarely went home, and the only time it happened was more than half a year ago. Wen Zhen stood still and thought about it, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find the second half of the journey.
Moreover, no one knows that the warm pillow who was regarded as a genius by everyone in her previous life is actually a road idiot.
It's getting late.
Wen Zhen turned around twice in the street, and then turned back to the original point.
He pursed his lips, his exquisite eyebrows and eyes became more eye-catching under the dim yellow lights of the street.
When he finally changed direction and walked towards the corner, he was so focused on finding his way that he didn't notice that the bricks under his feet were loose with water.
The bricks were loose and slippery, and there was nothing around to attach to. Wen Zhen staggered and lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.
But the expected pain did not come, instead his waist was hooped from behind.
The warm touch came from his waist, making Wen Zhen's heart tremble. He wanted to stand up straight, but the bricks under his feet shook so badly that he slipped the toe of his shoe and sat on the...leg of the person behind him.
thigh?
The pillow is tense like a rabbit jumping over the wall, the tip of the ear is red.
He quickly got up and turned to bow to the people behind him: "Thank you."
Laughter overflowed from the man's throat: "You're welcome, little pillow."
Pillow?
Hearing this address, Wen Zhen immediately raised his head.
In the half-light and half-darkness, the man was sitting in a wheelchair. The glasses on the tip of his nose covered half of his jade-like face, but his whole body had a warm temperament, which was even inferior to the moonlight.
It was none other than the one he had been looking for for a long time... Daoist Sheng Zhen.
After realizing this, Wen Zhen straightened his back instantly, and he tentatively said, "Long time no see."
"Long time no see." Sheng Zhen pushed the wheelchair under his feet, and after driving out of the darkness, the whole person was under the light. He asked with a smile, "Why are you here? This road leads to the next street."
Wen Zhen lied solemnly: "I want to go over there and have a look."
"Have you finished reading it?"
"finish watching."
Looking at him, Wen Zhen leaned over stiffly to push the wheelchair: "Let's go home."
Sheng Zhen paused with his fingertips, then nodded and hummed.
"Can you show me the way? I haven't been back for a long time, so I don't remember clearly."
"Ah."
The breeze rustled, and the figures of the two were reflected on the tiled wall.
Wen Zhen concentrated on the movements of his subordinates, while Sheng Zhen, who was sitting on the chair, had dim eyes, revealing danger, and the signature smile that often hangs on the corner of his mouth disappeared.
After a long meal, the two finally arrived at the small bookstore at the end of the alley.
Sheng Zhen runs this bookstore in an alley, barely able to meet food and clothing.
The formal marriage between the two was only because of Yuanchen's grandmother's last wish before her death. After marriage, Yuanchen secretly suspected that Sheng Zhen not only needed care, but also had no money.So after coming here once, I moved into the dormitory arranged by the company.
Wen Zhen looked around and thought, Yuanshen is really a villain. Although it was only a verbal marriage contract, Sheng Zhen gave him a lot, but Yuanshen... Well, it is him who is here now, he Sheng Zhen will be taken good care of.
"Have you eaten yet?" Sheng Zhen asked with a smile.
Wen Zhen was about to shake his head, but his stomach betrayed his true feelings.
After a grunt, his stomach grunted again as if it wasn't loud enough.
She made a fool of herself in front of Sheng Zhen twice in a row. Ever since she entered the door, she had been sullenly maintaining a serious warm pillow, and now she couldn't hold back any longer.
The flames of war broke out, and his fair cheeks were eroded bit by bit, down to the delicate jawline at the end.
"I'll cook." Sheng Zhen pushed the wheelchair with a smile hidden in his voice.
It wasn't until his figure disappeared that Wen Zhen pursed his lips, and said to his stomach coldly: "Excellent."
Sheng Zhen, who was sitting in a wheelchair in the kitchen, was looking out the kitchen window with a confused expression.
When the soup on the gas stove was about to float out of the pot, he looked away and continued to move his hands.
The dizzy yellow lights projected on his nose, making his handsome silhouette even deeper.
After Wen Zhen's distortedly beautiful face kept flashing in his mind, Sheng Zhen pressed the tip of his tongue against his lower jaw, and clicked his tongue.
The large front room in the courtyard is used as a bookstore, and the back four rooms are the living room, kitchen, and master bedroom.
After the smell of the food spread from the kitchen, Wen Zhen consciously brought the food to the living room.
The two sat opposite each other. Sheng Zhen watched his awkward and unnatural movement of serving the rice, leaned over and took the rice spoon in his hand, and handed it to him after filling the rice.
She said softly and politely, "Thank you."
Sheng Zhen bent his lips: "You're welcome."
The atmosphere gradually became silent, and the only sound in the room was the noisy sound of fifty cents special effects from the TV, and the sound of iron chopsticks colliding with porcelain bowls.
Just when Wen Zhen was about to pick up a dish, the TV screen went black instantly, and even the incandescent lamp in the living room went out. Only the desk lamp in the small corner that was accidentally turned on while charging was emitting a faint white light.
Wen Zhen put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Sheng Zhen pursed her lips, her eyes hidden behind the lenses looked like a bottomless pool in the darkness, and the ripples in the pool scattered around, forming water waves, seductive for no reason.
He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and flickered the white light: "The power is out."
"Power outage?" Wen Zhen paused for a moment, then asked again, "Then have you paid... the money?"
"No."
"why?"
Sheng Zhen raised his eyes and looked directly at him, and the two of them met each other's eyes. He smiled lightly: "I just ordered a book, and I will pay it tomorrow when I earn money."
Wen Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and after reprimanding that Yuan was not a man, he said, "I'm sorry, I will take care of myself from now on..."
"It's okay." Sheng Zhen lit the candle naturally, "It's my fault that I let you encounter this kind of thing as soon as I came back. I didn't fulfill what I told grandma to take good care of you."
Wen Zhen gradually clenched the hand hanging by his side.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the rice in the bowl, and said seriously: "I will move back tomorrow, so it will be more convenient to take care of you."
Sheng Zhen was lowering his head and sticking to the candle. When he heard this, he paused, and the wax oil almost dripped on his hand.
This appearance fell into Wen Zhen's eyes, and he only thought he was happy.
But on the invisible right side of Wen Zhen, Sheng Zhen's eyes were full of complex emotions, like doubts and plots, but in the end they all converged into a clear smile.
He looked up and smiled: "Okay, if it doesn't delay your work."
"No..." After realizing that he was subconsciously repeating old sayings, he changed his tone, "It's okay, the set is not far from here."
After finishing speaking, he looked around at the old furniture in the enclosure, and then said: "When I get my salary, I will renovate the house."
Sheng Zhen was still smiling: "Okay."
After a dinner, Wen Zhen relied on his memory to pay the electricity bill with the only money left in his mobile phone.
He started to clean up the tableware. Sheng Zhen, who used to do this job, was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him with a smile on his face.
After about half an hour, Wen Zhen was packed up.
He was about to ask how he was going to sleep tonight, when he heard Sheng Zhen say first, "I will sleep in the living room at night, and you will sleep in the master bedroom. The side bedroom has not been cleaned for a long time, and I will clean it up tomorrow."
"No need." Wen Zhen glanced at his legs calmly, "I sleep in the living room."
"The sofa in the living room is a bit dirty, you are prone to allergies, just sleep on the bed."
"Then I'll make a floor bed in your room?" Wen Zhen asked in consultation.
Sheng Zhen's eyes sparked a bit of interest: "Okay."
Wen Zhen pushed him back to his room.
The pear blossoms that fell all over the courtyard were crushed into the wheels, and the fragrance of the flowers lingered in the noses of the two.
The moonlight is like water outside the window, and the candles in the room are shining brightly.
After he made the floor neatly, he awkwardly said to Sheng Zhen through the bed curtain, "Good night."
"Good night."
One day after getting used to this different world, Wen Zhen was about to fall asleep when she received a message from Zhou Chen.
——Xiao Zhen, you have been scolded on the trending search again.
He watched and opened Weibo suspiciously.After seeing his name hanging on the top, Wen Zhen clicked on the topic.
#Stink warm pillow, get out of the entertainment circle#
——Damn, this warm pillow will die if he doesn't become a monster for a day.
——Spitting out fragrance again Our brother must be sick!When will the pink eye go away?
——It's really a cancer in the entertainment industry, with bad acting skills, ugly people and more mischief, let alone an ugly man with a stinky mouth.
——Go away, don't send.
Looking at the comment area, Wen Zhen almost thought that she had committed some heinous crime.But when I clicked on the picture, I found out that it was just a marketing account that came out of nowhere, saying that he flirted with Liang Jinxiao on the set today, and even spoke sweetly.
He thought about it seriously.
In the end, he logged in to the Weibo account where he committed the crime and posted a Weibo.
——Not smelly, and not ugly.
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