The curse spirit always wants to push me to the throne

When Ling Huan Xinlong woke up the next day, recalling the dream he had last night, seeing the energetic little brother began to doubt his life.

No, no, even though he has been single for many years, it's not that his sexual orientation has changed suddenly.

is it possible?Does this exist?

Recalling the already blurred face in the dream, Linghuan realized that something was not quite right.

By the way, who sent him back last night?He doesn't have many friends in Tokyo to talk to.

The more I think about it, the more wrong I am. In my memory, there is only a vague, blocky figure, probably taller than him, with black hair, and a face that he likes. After thinking about it, I can't remember what kind of face it is. The only memory is only him. Being sent back and washed again in the bathroom... Would a normal person do this?

Linghuan got up abruptly and wanted to ask the bar owner, but at this time the aftereffects of the hangover came to him, Linghuan was covering his head on the bed and almost couldn't get up, and it took half an hour to get better, his not very bright head suddenly remembered What, turn on the phone.

Last night, I vaguely remembered that someone called someone from the address book and asked someone to come over. So you really know someone?

The last call was to...

Looking at the name, Linghuan fell into a daze.

……

"Master, are you feeling better?"

The next day, Kageyama still cared a lot after returning home from school, so he called Ling Huan, the other person answered the phone quickly, replied vaguely, after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked:

"Did you bring me back last night?"

"Yes."

"But... I seem to feel like an adult..." Linghuan's voice stammered.

"Ah, that's because my superpower seems to have gone berserk recently, and I can temporarily become an adult, but this is just a sequela of the superpower's rapid increase, and it will be fine after a while."

"Really." There was silence.

Ying Shan pursed his lips, and said nervously, "Can I come to work in the office tomorrow?"

"……why?"

"What why..." Yingshan looked up at the sky under the setting sun, and the words hidden in his heart came out naturally, "Because I want to see the master."

Originally, they wanted to separate for a period of time because they wanted Master to see his growth, but after last night, Kageyama, who had just begun to love him, really couldn't bear the feeling of wanting to see him.

And well, it's fine as usual for the time being.

Heartbeat gradually accelerated.

However, the words of Linghuan in the next second made Kageyama's heart sink to the bottom of the valley.

"No." Linghuan blurted out subconsciously, and then realized that the rejection was too rigid, and added after holding back for a long time, "I don't need manpower here for the time being, and you also need to study hard, it's not good to work too much, just How about this."

This time without waiting for mob's reply, Linghuan hung up the phone decisively.

Sitting on the computer chair with complicated emotions.

So far, Linghuan has never thought about it in this direction, but once he made an opening, with Linghuan's mind and experience, he immediately connected what Xiaodi said before with the recent strange behavior of Yingshan.

Especially when talking on the phone, Linghuan can still feel the emotion that is about to come out even if he has not met.

He is too good at hiding, or he has never tried to hide, the youthful love is gushing out like his vitality.

Ling fantasizes, thinks, and starts thinking about when things turned out this way, is it because the mob feels wrong?Or did he pay too much attention to him, and some kind of deviation occurred?

But anyway, it's wrong.

Somewhere in Linghuan's heart hardened again, the hangover from drinking was still there, but with a headache, he began to think about what to do next.

At this time, there was a beeping sound from the computer, and there was a new email.Linghuan turned the computer chair back, opened the new email on the computer, looked at it, and gradually frowned.

This is an email from my mother. The content is that she was sick and hospitalized recently, and I hope Linghuan will come back to take a look.

The content was very short, Ling Huan raised his whole heart, called back, but no one answered the phone, doubt and heaviness flashed across his face, and within a few minutes he decided to book a ticket to go back and have a look.

As for the office...

Mob's face flashed in Linghuan's mind, he hesitated for a few seconds, but gave up going back to the office, packed his simple luggage, boarded the Shinkansen directly in the afternoon, and rushed to his hometown.

Linghuan's hometown is close to the seasoning city, it's a small town, in comparison, the seasoning city is considered a metropolis.

The headache in the morning was not over yet, and he sat in the car for a whole day. When Ling Huan got off the car, he felt that his whole body was not well, but even so, he was still on the phone while rushing home. How many calls have been made, but no one answers.

What the hell happened...

Numerous guesses flashed through Linghuan's mind. For a while, the claw organization attacked his family, and for a while, it was the revenge of the curse master. Ever since he participated in the inside of this world, this possibility has always existed. However, Linghuan never thought too pessimistically, but when something happened, he subconsciously thought of the worst ending, the inside of his suit was soaked in cold sweat, and his temples ached.

Along the way, it was too late to notice any changes in the place where he grew up. Linghuan subconsciously searched for the past memories to find the way home, and pressed the doorbell with trembling fingers.

One second, two seconds...

No one answered.

Linghuan took a deep breath, and pressed her finger on the button to dial a certain number, but a second before she pressed it, there was a sudden sound of footsteps inside the door, and then the door opened from the inside, and a woman in an apron saw Ling Huan froze for a moment, then smiled: "Hey, you're back."

"...What's the situation?" Linghuan was stunned, "Didn't you say you were sick..."

"Hey, that's a lie to you, who told you not to go home."

The woman put her face up and smiled, "Welcome back, Xinlong."

……

Ling Fan Xinlong grew up in an old-fashioned apartment.

His mother is a full-time housewife, and his father is the teaching director of the middle school. He spent his childhood in this apartment from birth to when he was admitted to this small town.

Small and shabby, with the feeling of ten years ago, but also a little warm.

It's still the same layer.

Linghuan was sitting on the sofa in an orderly manner, getting rid of the bad things that might happen, and childhood memories came to him at this time, even the smell of curry on the tip of his nose was so nostalgic.

How long...hasn't come back.

Thinking about it carefully, it has been at least a few years. Ever since she had a big fight with her father because of changing jobs, Ling Huan rarely came back, and she only wanted to start her own career in the big city.

But all in all, he will still give up because of boredom, there is no way, he just hates a layer of unchanging things.

Ah, the ornaments over there are so nostalgic. I made them in the handicraft class when I was in elementary school, and I haven't lost them yet.

The pen holder over there seems to be a prize from a competition.

Linghuan sat on the sofa comfortably, but her eyes couldn't stop looking around the living room, every place was full of nostalgia.

The sound of the key opening the door came from the entrance.

Linghuan broke free from the brief dazzling memory, subconsciously glanced at the time, and suddenly realized who was back at this time, subconsciously straightened his back, and looked serious like a soldier about to go to battle.

"Curry tonight?" A deep male voice sounded, followed by the sound of changing shoes, and the mother replied in the kitchen, "Yes, Xinlong is back today, making curry for a long time, he I loved eating it when I was a kid."

…In fact, no, Linghuan Xinlong likes to eat ramen, barbecue, octopus balls and other snacks that can only be eaten outside when he was young, but he rarely eats them, because when he was a child, someone did not allow him to eat these before meals Stuffed.

That's right, the person who came in was...his father.

"Xinlong? Why did that brat come back?"

The man walked into the living room.

In summer, he was wearing a tight suit, black-rimmed glasses, and a habitually stern face, which made people think of a serious dean at a glance. In fact, it was true that his occupation was the dean of a middle school. It is still the most traditional one. You must wear a suit during working hours, with the buttons on the top. You have a tough face and a meticulous work attitude. You hate naughty students and refuse all changes.

——the person Ling Huan Xinlong hated the most and wanted to escape the most when he was a child.

Linghuan almost subconsciously straightened her back in front of him, then forced herself to relax, her eyes swayed more casually, looking at the sky and the earth is not good at people.

Sure enough, a familiar scolding came the next moment: "What a grown-up, what does your sitting posture look like!"

"Okay, don't swear when you come here." The mother quickly came out of the kitchen and looked at the father and son worriedly from the corners of her wrinkled eyes, "Xinlong came back after a long time, so you can't talk properly. "

"Is his attitude as if he wants to have a good talk with me?"

"What's my attitude? I haven't said a word yet," Ling Huan said lazily, "Don't forget, I am no longer your student. I can sit however I want."

The atmosphere suddenly became stalemate, and my father raised his brows high, as if he was about to teach someone a lesson, but he was worried about something and didn't say anything.

Mother smoothed things over: "Okay, let's eat first."

The whole family sat down at the dinner table again, and Linghuan ate with his head in suspense, counting in his heart casually.

51, 52...

Until the two put down their chopsticks, the spiritual path began.

"Xinlong, we don't want to interfere with you, but you are almost thirty." The mother looked sad, "The children of the neighbors are all married and have children of their own. We have no news about you, and we are also anxious. call you back."

Linghuan skillfully perfunctory: "Yeah, I know, but my girlfriend is not in a hurry, my job is not stable yet, I don't want to delay her."

"So we want to say..." The mother glanced at the serious father and sighed, "Stop doing that deceitful job again, right?"

Linghuan stopped her chopsticks.

"It's hard to find a girl who is willing to marry you by changing jobs all the time. We heard that you have stabilized in the past few years, which means that you should take care of yourself, but the exorcism agency or something will eventually be ruined."

"You're not too young anymore. At the age when you should start a family and start a business, I have a good friend whose daughter is about the same age as you..."

"It's not good to be too far away from home. Close the office and come back here. Find a stable job. The teacher is good. Your father also has some contacts at school, or you can do other things if you want. This time Don't change it again."

"Don't let us worry about it anymore. The last time I saw you on TV, your dad and I thought you did something bad."

Maybe it's the hangover that hasn't subsided yet.

Linghuan stared at his mother's mouth opening and closing, and felt dizzy for a while. He saw the wrinkles in the corners of his mother's eyes, and also noticed that his father's white hair on the sideburns was wrapped by something called a sense of responsibility, which made him unable to breathe.