Record of Cultivation of Deflated Demons

, definitely not about the sea.

Peng Yuan thought of an inappropriate analogy: Peng Yuan fainted from needles, and during a physical examination, he watched the nurse draw three tubes of his blood before passing out.But let him draw blood from his brain, and he won't pass out no matter what.

Peng Yuan returned to the bed and groped under the blanket.Ding Jingyi snorted again: "Don't move."

"what happened?"

Ding Jingyi said weakly: "The thermometer exploded, I'll clean it up first, don't cut you."

"Let me do it..." Peng Yuan lifted the quilt, the thermometer exploded, and the mercury slipped under Ding Jingyi's armpit, shuttling between the shattered glass, like a living jewelry.

"Hey, you burned out of the sky."

The upper limit of the thermometer is 42 degrees. The explosion proved that Ding Jingyi's body temperature not only exceeded 42 degrees, but also reached the range that would affect mercury and glass.

Peng Yuan hurriedly shoveled the cat litter, took the leftover milk tea plastic bag from the takeaway, and collected the mercury and broken glass.

"Go to the hospital..." Peng Yuan wrapped Ding Jingyi in a quilt and carried him up.

"I'm not going..." Ding Jingyi poked his head out, like a fake mummy, "You don't even ask, why did I have a fever?"

"You don't need to ask..." Peng Yuan slapped "puff" on the quilt a few times, "You just... think it's unlucky, you think that if you go to the North Atlantic Ocean, we have to break up because of force majeure."

"You know..." Although Ding Jingyi still looked sickly and depressed, there was some relief in his tone, "Then tell me, would it be better to go to the hospital for this heart disease?"

Peng Yuan heard a hint of teasing, so he followed Ding Jingyi's words: "How can it be difficult? There is a branch of modern medicine called psychiatry."

"How should I tell the doctor?" Ding Jingyi became serious, "I think traveling far away will cause us to break up? It's an urban love story. I understand the truth. Modern medicine can't cure bad luck."

Peng Yuan put Ding Jingyi back on the bed: "Can you still burn like this?"

Ding Jingyi crawled out of the quilt roll: "It won't get better until this matter is resolved, don't spend medical expenses, just hug me, and forget about the hospice care."

Peng Yuan hugged Ding Jingyi, and tapped him on the head: "With an onmyoji, you can also connotate yourself."

Ding Jingyi buried her face in Peng Yuan's arms and moaned.Peng Yuan only felt that the heat in his arms dropped rapidly, and finally he jumped back and forth between normal and low fever.

I felt that Peng Yuan wanted to take Ding Jingyi's temperature again, but remembered that the only thermometer at home had just broken.

"The thermometer is broken..." Peng Yuan said softly.

"Well, I'm going to place an errand order and buy a new one."

"The thermometer is left by my mother."

Ding Jingyi was silent for a moment, and hugged Peng Yuan with folded arms: "I know."

The things in the rental house are either furniture left by the landlord, or bought intermittently by Peng Yuan after he went to college. Only this thermometer was brought by Peng Yuan from his grandfather's house.

When his parents got married, they didn't even have a wedding room, and there were very few things left, even less.

What Peng Yuan remembered was a black and white TV, and a bicycle that existed in the legend of his grandpa and grandma. The bicycle had long been stolen by the local thief Guevara.

Then there is this thermometer, which is inconspicuous, but it is the only thing left.And now even that is completely reduced to dust.

Peng Yuan felt that something left in him had disappeared, as if a period of history had ended.

"The thermometer that has been used for decades should be broken..." Peng Yuan patted Ding Jingyi, "I'm going to a foreign country soon, and I think the house will be empty for a while. Didn't you say yesterday that you have work to do? You have a fever, and I will help you." You fix it. Tell me what it is and how to fix it?"

Ding Jingyi kissed Peng Yuan: "It's not short of a day's work."

This sounds to Peng Yuan like the two will be together for the last day of their lives.Peng Yuan was tormented in his heart, and he couldn't say any good words to persuade him, so he could only hug Ding Jingyi and not let go.

Ding Jingyi hiccupped like an embarrassed swan: "Brother Maomao, you broke my ribs."

Only then did Peng Yuan let go.

Ding Jingyi looked at Peng Yuan, and said quietly: "If you really want to do something, just spray paint for me."

Ding Jingyi often puts makeup on plastic dolls, and needs to spray matting paint seven or eight times in the middle, Peng Yuan knows it.

The doll heads just came out of the courier with bald faces and hollow eyes. They looked scary. A bunch of doll heads were placed on the balcony, with a note note from the makeup girl underneath, and the paper was blown by the wind. It has the atmosphere of a traditional cult festival.

Ding Jing's painting of doll heads is done in batches. After painting a layer, he sprays the paint once, hangs it on the balcony, and waits for it to dry before painting the next layer.

Peng Yuan watched the color of the dozens of heads change from light to dark, and finally became beauties who seemed to be able to come back to life with just a breath.

Peng Yuan went to the balcony, picked up the matting spray can in the corner and shook it, and the can rattled.He is familiar with spray painting, and it's over by using the Z-shaped movement technique of playing a shooter.

"Put on protection..." Ding Jingyi's voice came from the bedroom.

When Ding Jingyi painted her doll makeup, the whole family prepared a gas mask, gloves, and a hat. This reminder is not unreasonable.

However, the devil used lacquer to make up the plastic doll, and also used modern protective measures, and there was always a contrast.

Looking at the gas mask full of steampunk atmosphere, Peng Yuan felt that wearing it to ride a motorcycle was no different, so he resisted in his heart: "Why don't you use magic? It's too inconvenient!"

"Using magic while putting on makeup, you are breaking the law knowingly and despising magic too much!"

"It's a good one who knows the law and breaks the law. How do you know that I am Zhang San, an outlaw."

Putting on the gas mask, Peng Yuan felt that he was a wage earner of the empress Nuwa who didn't look right. With the spraying of the "stab", the paint was finished.

"This is the last layer of matting, right? Can you send it after the painting is finished?" Peng Yuan listened to his own echo in the gas mask.

"Ah, yes, you can pack it, and I'll call the courier when it's done."

"You have such a big heart..." Peng Yuan said with a smile, "I don't know when I will come back after going abroad. I forgot to send it back after I finished my makeup and painting. People who raise dolls don't want to die in a hurry."

Ding Jingyi said leisurely: "No rush, no rush, they can wait, half a year or a year."

This is not waiting for a doll, this is waiting for death.Peng Yuan thought in his heart, but didn't say it out.

He resists any transaction where he can’t get the item immediately after paying, so he never buys anything in the form of a deposit and final payment on Double Eleven, no matter how cheap it is, he can’t wait.

The paint dried in a gust of wind, and Peng Yuan stuffed the dolls' heads one by one into the box on the balcony according to the content on the note.

The address on the note is far away: Jiangsu, Hunan, Guangzhou.

"It's all from the south..." Peng Yuan slapped his thigh, "The temperature difference is huge in places without heating. If you send it back, if the paint layer cracks, the boss will feel sorry for you, and you will be exhausted from repainting." .”

Ding Jingyi walked out lazily with his slippers on.The sun fell on his calves exposed outside the pajamas, covering the soft down with a layer of warm holy light, soft and gentle.

Peng Yuan wanted to touch his boyfriend's leg hair.

Ding Jingyi is like this, no matter how familiar he is, he will inadvertently exude a wonderful attraction.Beauty, skill, even leg hair.

Ding Jingyi followed Peng Yuan's gaze and straightened the hem of her pajamas: "This leg should be shaved, it looks like cotton trousers."

Peng Yuan choked: "Don't scratch, I still want to touch it."

Ding Jingyi didn't answer his words, but just covered her nose: "Take a sip of matting paint and lose ten years of life. So why are you urging me to work? This is not finished, and I have to send it in the spring, otherwise what should I do if the matting paint cracks, so People can wait."

Peng Yuan felt that he had done something bad with good intentions. He was at home all day and urged his boyfriend to work, which was mentally handicapped.

Ding Jingyi changed the subject: "After the painting is finished, you pack it up and send it by courier."

Peng Yuan didn't understand: "What? The paint is cracked, what should I do if the makeup is damaged?"

Ding Jingyi smirked: "There is you."

Peng Yuan was puzzled again: "Can I still keep warm?"

Ding Jingyi sat on the sofa and crossed his legs: "There are several kinds of space magic, which can keep everything in a small space fixed for a period of time, including the temperature of course. However, I don't understand this kind of magic."

Peng Yuan understood that it was up to him whether the courier could be delivered today.The doll heads are all packed in a box the size of instant noodles in a cup, which is not big in volume. Peng Yuan looked through the address bar and found that they are all places that can be reached by air within 48 hours.

Peng Yuan rubbed his hands, as if a long-ago memory came back: "Get me some milk tea."

Ding Jingyi walked slowly to the kitchen, took out two small pots, and boiled milk and black tea. There was a blue flame on the stove, the milk was gurgling, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing, passing through the gas mask and penetrating into Peng Yuan's heart .

Peng Yuan went to the stove and squatted down: "Let me touch your leg hair."

Ding Jingyi reluctantly raised her leg, put it on Peng Yuan's wrist, and posed in a ballet pose: "Touching leg hair without washing your hands is really abnormal. I think you are leg hair."

"I am your leg hair."

As Peng Yuan said, he touched Ding Jingyi's calf, smoothed the fluffy leg hair, and watched it curl back.

After enjoying this, the milk tea is ready.Ding Jingyi thumped on Peng Yuan's head: "Brother Maomao is drinking milk."

After Peng Yuan drank the milk tea, he didn't feel the effort of casting the spell.He waved his magic wand, and the blue magic light was like a trajectory formed by long-exposure photography, wrapping the doll's head with beautiful makeup.

The magic seals the heating temperature of 25 degrees into the express package.An hour later, the courier will come to their house, clear the balcony, and take away all the painted doll heads.