Summoning Infinite Movie

The four words on the paper were the same as those 11 years ago, which made Jiang Jibei's hair stand on end.

"Pen Xian Bi Xian, please leave." He said silently in his heart, the pen in his hand trembled twice, and the strength holding his arm suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Jibei sat staring at the pen and paper on the table for a while, then stood up suddenly.

Jiang Jibei turned the house upside down.

He jerked open the curtains to see if anyone was hiding behind them.

After finding nothing, Jiang Jibei frowned, lifted the sofa, and checked the floor under the blanket.

He also lifted the mattress, raised the bed frame, and knocked on the wooden floor below one by one—the sound of knocking on the wooden floor was dull and short, and there was no hidden space under the floor.

In the end, Jiang Jibei even took down the mirror on the sink.

He stared straight at the wall, as if there was a dark hole behind a mirror.

After checking everything in the house, Jiang Jibei opened the window, stretched out his head, holding a glimmer of hope, to see if there was a spider-man lying on the wall outside.

Even if Chi Xian becomes a spider man, lying inexplicably on the outer wall of his house, it's better than being invisible.

The answer is naturally no.

He turned the house into a mess, but found nothing.

Jiang Jibei fell back on the bed exhausted.

He didn't sleep well since he was a child, and he loved the bed very much. The mattress under him was moved from his parents' house.

Jiang Jibei has been sleeping on this mattress since he was a child, and it has accompanied Jiang Jibei for most of his life so far. In addition to being soft and comfortable, it also has the advantage of excellent quality, and it has not yet collapsed. .

After lying down for a while, Jiang Jibei regained his composure, dialed the housekeeping service number, and asked someone to come and clean the room.

Putting down the phone, he stared at the snow-white ceiling, realizing that he was a little nervous.

He wanted to stop this self-directed and self-acted farce, but he didn't give up on the assumption that Chi Xian was really by his side.

It has been 11 years, and the previous pen fairy may have dissipated.

But the same answer, does it mean that Chi Xian might be his neighbor?

Thinking of this, Jiang Jibei turned over and sat up, before he even had time to change his shoes, he went out wearing slippers.

He knocked on the door of those on the same floor, upstairs and downstairs, and on the opposite floor, politely asking if they knew a blue-eyed boy named "Chi Xian".

But the people who opened the door shook their heads, saying that they had never heard of the name, let alone anyone with blue eyes.

Their unanimous answers made Jiang Jibei feel a little annoyed.

When he got home, he slammed the door heavily and went straight to the study.

The paper and pen that were used for the summoning ceremony just now were still in place, and the fragmented words "beside you" on the paper looked a little weird.

Jiang Jibei sat down, picked up the pen, hung one hand in the air, recited the "spell" silently, and summoned the pen fairy again.

"Can you explain more clearly? How side is 'side'?" Looking at the pen that was automatically spinning on the paper, he ordered unceremoniously, "If you can't give an accurate answer, just let me see him Where did you go?"

Services such as "let the summoner see the screen" are not within the business scope of Pen Fairy.

But Jiang Jibei held back his fire, and confidently put on a posture of "explain the matter to me when you come".

Seeing that the pen in his hand was still drawing circles in a daze, Jiang Jibei sneered: "Aren't you a pen fairy? Don't tell me you can't even do this little thing."

Originally, he just said that casually, but he didn't think about the real ability of this pen that can only draw circles incessantly.

Unexpectedly, after drawing a few circles on the paper with the pen in his hand, he suddenly grabbed his arm and rushed towards the edge of the white paper!

not good!

Jiang Jibei opened his eyes wide.

Chi Xian once said that when summoning a pen fairy, it is most taboo to let the pen leave the paper.

Once out of control, the consequences will be disastrous!

Jiang Jibei tried to withdraw his arm, but the force from the pen was overwhelming, and the pen was about to rush out in the next second!

There was a strong sense of dizziness in his mind, and he felt helplessly that his hand was being pulled out of the paper.

With a "pop", a hand suddenly stretched out from the edge of the table, blocking Jiang Jibei's hand holding the pen.

Feeling the warmth from the palm of his hand, Jiang Jibei realized that his hands were cold and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

A familiar voice rang in his ears: "Aji, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Hearing this voice, Jiang Jibei suddenly raised his head, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

A teenager stood in front of him, bent down, and looked at him worriedly.

The young man with black hair and blue eyes, tall and straight, was exactly the same as Chi Xian in his memory.

"Chi Xian! Where have you been?" Jiang Jibei stretched out his left hand, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and stared at him intently, "I've been looking for you for a long time!"

Chi Xian was stunned by his inexplicably excited question: "I've been by your side all this time?"

Next to you!

Next to you again!

Just as Jiang Jibei was about to have an attack, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He found that the hand that was holding the corner of Chi Xian's clothes looked a little small, and when he looked down, Chi Xian's hand that was still covering his pen was also a little small, not like an adult male's hand.

Looking at himself again, he was actually wearing his junior high school uniform.

How is this going?

Jiang Jibei froze, turned to look at his right hand, and found that he was holding a pen tightly in his hand.

Under the pen lay a piece of white paper full of black scratches, on which the words "Octagonal Building" were written crookedly.

"What am I doing?" Jiang Jibei muttered to himself.

He was a little confused about the current situation.

"What's wrong with you?" Chi Xian looked at him worriedly, "We are inviting a pen fairy, this is the first time you are trying to invite a pen fairy by yourself."

As he spoke, he gently pushed back Jiang Jibei's hand that was hanging on the edge of the white paper: "Please the pen fairy, you can't let the pen leave the paper."

Jiang Jibei was speechless.

Could it be that Bixian brought him back to the past and asked him to see where Chi Xian went in person?

how can that be……

"Then..." Jiang Jibei opened his mouth with difficulty, but didn't know what to say.

"Success!" Chi Xian smiled and pointed to the three words on the white paper, "Just now you asked Pen Fairy about good places to explore, and it answered you."

Jiang Jibei looked at Chi Xian's face, then at the words on the white paper, and was silent for a while.

In his memory, the octagonal building was located in a park near his home at that time. It is said to be an ancient building nearly a hundred years ago and is a protected cultural relic.

The trees on the rockery are surprisingly lush. The octagonal building is stacked on the top of the rockery with a height of more than ten meters. It is hidden in the shade of the trees all the year round. It is so quiet that it looks very mysterious.

One afternoon when he was 15 years old, he and Chi Xian did go to explore the Octagonal Tower together.

The two teenagers like to take risks. They walk up the stone steps hidden in the rockery. The inside of the rockery is full of wild green plants, blocking the sunlight.

After climbing up the rockery filled with earthy smell and reaching the gate of the octagonal building, they stopped and observed the environment.

This building has two floors. The outside of the house is surrounded by corridors and railings. The door on the first floor is unlocked. Standing outside the door and looking in, everything is quiet.There are no people, no wind, and no light.

"Let's go in?" Jiang Jibei suggested.

"Go." Chi Xian nodded without hesitation.

The two entered the room furtively, and found a huge mahogany desk inside, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on the table, and several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall.

Going further inside, they suddenly found a thin middle-aged man standing in the corner of the back room.

Strangely, this man was wearing a long gown worn by people decades ago.

The two teenagers were startled.

"Aji, run!" Chi Xian was the first to react and shouted.

When he called out, Jiang Jibei didn't even think about it, his limbs were faster than his thoughts, and he turned and ran.

While escaping, he accidentally bumped into the corner of the mahogany desk and spilled ink on the desk.

There was news of Chi Xian being caught behind him, and Jiang Jibei rushed down the rockery, ran all the way home, and asked his mother for help.

"It seems that there is an artist living in that octagonal building now." His mother comforted him, "If he makes trouble in other people's houses and is caught, he will naturally be taught a lesson."

She took Jiang Jibei and walked back to the park: "Don't enter other people's homes at will, you know? Let's go and apologize to that gentleman."

"But isn't there protected cultural relics there? Why do people live there?" Jiang Jibei was still in shock.

The mother thought for a while: "I don't know about this either. But you are children, so he shouldn't make things difficult for you. At most, he will let Ah Xian go after a few reprimands."

But this time, when he returned to the octagonal building with his mother, Jiang Jibei found that the building was empty and there was no one there.

Only the black ink spilled on the table proved that he and Chi Xian had been here before.

Mother also felt strange.

She contacted Chi Xian's parents, but the reply she received was very perfunctory: "We are still working, boys, we will go home after playing for a while, we should be at home now, we are fine."

Jiang Jibei returned home with his mother nervously, tossing and turning all night.

Fortunately, when he went to school the next day, Chi Xian appeared in front of him safe and sound.

"I'm fine, but I was taught a lesson." Chi Xian smiled and said the same comforting words as his mother.

Seeing that Chi Xian didn't blame him for leaving him and running away alone, Jiang Jibei heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he was filled with guilt: "I'm sorry, A Xian, we will never go to the Octagon Tower to disturb others again."

"Okay." The boy Chi Xian smiled and ruffled his hair.

Since then, they have never been to the octagonal building again.

Later, the octagonal building collapsed due to years of disrepair. After the rescue team rushed there to search and rescue overnight, it was announced that no one had been buried under the collapsed building.

"Don't you want to go? The Bixian was invited after great difficulty." Chi Xian stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Jiang Jibei.

The young man was in the period of changing his voice, his voice flickered from bright to dark, interrupting Jiang Jibei's thoughts all at once.

Waking up from the memories, Jiang Jibei raised his eyes and looked at Chi Xian.

He didn't understand why he suddenly appeared here, maybe Bixian really took him back to the past, maybe it was a hallucination.

But the vivid touch when moving his limbs made Jiang Jibei feel that he might really have returned to the past.

Now that we have returned to the past, let's face the past.

This time, Jiang Jibei decided to greet the artists in the Octagon well.

Even if the artist has a bad temper, the two of them are kicked out and scolded together, and they apologize honestly, and they are worthy of Chi Xian.

He will never leave Chi Xian alone again and run away by himself.

"Then... let's go?" Thinking of this, Jiang Jibei raised his eyes to look at Chi Xian, and asked tentatively.

"Okay." Chi Xian left as soon as he said that, half of him had already leaned out of the door before he finished speaking.

The rockery stacked with octagonal buildings is located deep in the park, and few people usually go up it.

They came to the depths of the park, bypassed the rockery, and found their way into the rockery.Inside, as in memory, was blocked by dense plants on the rockery, only a few rays of light leaked in from the cracks in the rocks and the entrance, barely reflecting the road under our feet.

Chi Xian opened the way ahead: "Be careful where you step."

After walking a few steps forward, he suddenly stopped, making Jiang Jibei, who was following behind him, also stop: "Huh?"

Chi Xian turned around and stretched out his hand to Jiang Jibei: "The road is difficult, I will pull you."

Jiang Jibei paused, and put his hand into his palm.

Chi Xian immediately held Jiang Jibei's hand tightly.

The two held hands, one behind the other, and silently climbed up the stone steps.

There were fallen leaves scattered on the stone steps. Halfway through, they walked out from the inside of the rockery, and the sufficient light made their eyes suddenly brighten.

The two walked up the remaining stone steps and finally came to the octagonal building.

The door on the first floor was just as Jiang Jibei remembered, it was quietly opened to them, as if waiting for the visit of two teenagers.

"Let's go." Chi Xian turned to look at him and suggested.

"……it is good."

Stepping into the room, Jiang Jibei felt a sense of discord, and found that it was quite different from what he remembered.

In memory, the windows here are closed, the light is dim, and nothing can be seen clearly.

But this time, three large lanterns hung high on the wooden beams in the house. Warm yellow light shone from the lanterns, like the sun, illuminating the hall brightly.

A square mahogany desk was placed by the window, Chi Xian looked around and leaned forward curiously: "There is a painting here!"

Jiang Jibei walked to Chi Xian's side and looked at the wooden table.

On the wooden table is an inkstone and pine ink, exuding the unique charcoal smell of ink.A writing brush was placed on the end of the inkstone, the tip of the pen was glowing with water, it seemed that it had just been put down for a while.

A roll of rice paper that has not been cut is spread on the table, and two long paperweights hold the rice paper, one on the left and one on the right, and an unfinished painting appears between them.

The plum blossoms in the painting are bright in color, lined with rice paper, and the plum trees are like fire in the snow.

"The painting is really good." Jiang Jibei took a look, and said to Chi Xian, "I know there is an artist living here, and we randomly entered someone's house, so we had to say hello first."

"No wonder I saw that the painting was just halfway drawn, and there are still people living here?" Chi Xian looked surprised, but he agreed, "Okay."

The back room is not as bright as the hall, Jiang Jibei walked around the mahogany desk and walked in with Chi Xian.

They didn't notice that on the wooden beams in the hall behind them, the three lanterns moved without wind.

The orange light of the lantern gradually turned pale, and the outer layer of the cloth bag also turned into rice paper. The pine ink grinded in the inkstone suddenly dried, and at the same time, the ink-colored founding characters appeared on the lantern.

The outer layer of rice paper cannot absorb so much ink, and black ink drops drip from the lantern.

There was a lantern hanging on the mahogany desk, the ink dripped down, and with a "snap", it splashed a cloud of dust on the table.

The desk that Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian had watched just now was covered with a thick layer of dust!

Several fingerprints emerged from the small pits splashed by the ink droplets, and they groped for the plum blossoms with dust. The plum blossoms in the painting were covered by the fingerprints, and shrank into red dots as if crushed in an instant.

Red ink overflowed from the rice paper and trickled down the table, like a continuous river of blood.

At this time, Jiang Jibei and Chi Xian had already reached the back room.

There was no light in the inner room, and they saw a tall and thin figure in a long gown standing by the window with his back to them.

Although there were lush trees outside the window, he still looked out the window motionlessly, as if admiring the scenery.

Seeing that the master was at home, Chi Xian stopped and did not rush forward.

Jiang Jibei also stopped and observed the artist quietly.

It’s not that he hasn’t seen this kind of artist. This kind of person seems to have a universe around him, and the whole person seems to be out of tune with the world, but if he communicates deeply, he can appreciate the rich and wonderful scenery in their eyes.

But the artist was too artistic. He looked out the window, but none of the windows were open.

The windows are still covered with paper, and if you don't open the windows, you can't see anything.

It's a little strange, but you still have to say hello.

Jiang Jibei put on a business-like smile on his childish face: "Sir, my friend and I want to visit ancient buildings, may I ask—"

Hearing the movement, the long-clothed man turned his head as if he had finally woken up from his own world.

"Crack-knock-"

With the sour rubbing sound, Jiang Jibei saw clearly the face of the man in long gown.

Even in the film industry, he had never seen such a monster.

People in long gowns have no faces and no eyes.

There are no eyeballs in his eye sockets, and the brush heads with two tufts of sharp hairs are stuck in the eye sockets, spinning wildly as if he could move the brush by himself.

Under the eye sockets of the man in long gown, the nose and mouth were extremely dry, the skin on the face faded sparsely to the neck and neck, and the muscles were completely atrophied, sticking tightly to the skull.

The hair that looked black and beautiful at a glance turned out to be two pieces of paper dyed with black ink!

Jiang Jibei suddenly realized the origin of the "click".

When the long-clothed man turned his head, his neck was split from the root. With the weak sunlight, Jiang Jibei could clearly see that under the remaining skin of his neck, there were a dozen or so writing brush holders supporting them in a haphazard manner, rubbing out the teeth Sour sound.

In addition to the sound of bamboo and wood rubbing against each other, Jiang Jibei also heard the sound of paper shaking.

The clothes of the man in long gown swayed according to his body shape, and there was a "crash", it turned out to be made of rice paper!

Under the cuffs of the paper shirt, the slender man's drooping hands were wrapped layer by layer with rice paper.

The back of his hand seemed to have just been soaked, and the wet rice paper was torn and broken by his movements, exposing his wrapped finger bones.

The size of the phalanx is staggered, and every joint cannot be matched. In some places, there should be phalanx, but it is filled by the broken rod of the brush.

With just one glance, Jiang Jibei felt extremely uncoordinated.

It was as if a part of the bones of many people's hands had been torn apart, and two hands were forcibly put together.

Seeing this scene, Chi Xian took a step back.

Just like in memory, he turned his head, looked at Jiang Jibei with a pair of blue eyes, and shouted at him.

"Aji, run!"

The author has something to say: On that day, the author remembered the fear of being caught by the owner in a long gown after breaking into the eerie octagonal building.