Messenger of Yin and Yang

"Go home!" He briskly put the things in his hands into the kitchen, changed his clothes and washed his hands, and prepared to make dumplings. Every year during the winter solstice, he would make dumplings with his grandma, but this year he was left alone, so it was a bit deserted. Turned on the TV to get some sound in the house.

He had just adjusted a funny movie that he had watched countless times, when suddenly a cool breeze blew by his ears, he flinched and looked to the side, a face that was close at hand, but Zhang Dezhi skipped him and walked towards the window "Why did the window open? There were many "people" hiding behind the curtains, but Zhang Dezhi still didn't see it. He turned around and went into the kitchen, humming a song while preparing for the face-to-face meeting.

Fei'er approached Xiaofan: "Master Messenger, is it true that he can't see us?"

Xiao Fan looked at Zhang Dezhi, and nodded slightly after a while. He sealed all of Zhang Dezhi's spiritual consciousness that was different from ordinary people, and now he is a normal ordinary person.

There was no emotion on Mayfair's face.

"Okay, it's time for us to go." Xiao Fan said.

Mayfair: "Master Messenger, can we wait a little longer, the last wish of health is to eat a meal of dumplings, can you fulfill his regret?"

Xiao Fan glanced over there, the young man was staring eagerly at Zhang Dezhi's busy back.

He didn't speak, but just went into the kitchen, looked at Zhang Dezhi who was busy, and reached out to touch him lightly, although he knew that Zhang Dezhi would definitely not feel it.

But seeing him so happy made him feel relieved.

Zhang Dezhi, who was rubbing his face, suddenly felt a burst of angina, "Hiss~" He raised his hand to cover his heart, and he recovered, he frowned, and said to himself: "It seems that I have to find a time to go for a physical examination." .

In the end, Jiankang finally got the dumplings he had been thinking about. Although he couldn't eat them in his stomach, he had no regrets.

Zhang Dezhi deliberately placed two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and put a vegetarian and three delicacies in the bowl opposite to himself, "Grandma, try it, I don't know what you usually put in the stuffing, I always think it's made with you The taste is different. Also, this noodle is too difficult to make. I used to be in charge of wrapping it. Where did you get it?”

Zhang Dezhi took a bite of the dumpling and frowned: "Mmm, grandma, why does this dish seem uncooked? It smells like lettuce when you bite into it. Don't you just wrap it after cutting it? Do you need to rinse it first?"

"Then I'll try next time." No one answered him, he just said to himself.

Xiao Fan smiled and watched him thinking about it alone, but finally couldn't help kissing him, "Brother, I really have to go." Suddenly a drop of warm liquid dripped from Zhang Dezhi's hand, and he stopped to look at him in surprise. Wiping the tears on his hands, he stretched out his hands to wipe his face, it was wet and hot, "..."

Zhang Dezhi looked at the Jingying in his hand, and was a little puzzled. How could he cry?He doesn't feel sad either?

Unconsciously raised his head and looked around the room, but found nothing, and when he looked at the dumplings, he suddenly lost the desire to eat, just looked at the plate of dumplings until it became cold...

He still lives like that day by day. He doesn't know where his sense of emptiness comes from. He just feels like something is missing. At first he thought it was his grandma, but he found it wasn't, but he didn't know what was missing. What, it's just that one day, the weather was just right, and when he was sitting by the window basking in the sun, he suddenly seemed to think of someone...

"Xiao Zhi, you have been wandering here alone for so long, what are you doing?" The neighbor next to him saw Zhang Dezhi strolling here when he went out, and when he came back and saw him still walking around here, he couldn't help wondering. .

Zhang Dezhi immediately went up to meet him and grabbed the man's arm, "Brother Liu, is there anyone else in my family before?"

"People? Who? You and your grandma?"

"Aside from me and my grandma, is there anyone else?"

Brother Liu gave him a strange look, "Other people? Who? Isn't it just you and your grandma?"

Zhang Dezhi: "..." Is it really just him and grandma?But there is always a vague shadow lingering in my mind.

"Xiaozhi, are you okay?" Brother Liu asked worriedly.

Zhang Dezhi let go of him, shook his head, "I'm fine."

Brother Liu looked at his distraught look, and sighed, "Xiao Zhi, I know that this incident with your grandma has hit you hard, but you must cheer up, life must go on, don't you think so? "

Zhang Dezhi, "...Thank you Brother Liu, I understand, don't worry!"

He also felt that maybe he was thinking too much, making too much fuss!

He put aside the shadow in his mind for the time being, in order not to let himself think about it anymore, he decided to keep himself busy, let's start by tidying up the house!

There are many things that should have been thrown away a long time ago, but he has been too lazy to tidy them up, and it happened to be tidied up recently.

Let’s start with my own room. There are a lot of clothes I don’t wear anymore, but when I opened the closet, I saw a large empty space on the left, “?? When did I tidy up the closet?”

Without thinking too much, I started tidying up, cleaning the closet, under the bed, under the table, and every corner,

After a set of procedures, Zhang Dezhi was so exhausted that he slumped on the ground. Cleaning up and organizing things is really not an easy task.

Suddenly, he saw a black mass behind a corner of the closet. He thought he hadn't cleaned it up, so he stretched the broom in, but a black stone with white textures appeared on it, like a spider's web Same, it looks pretty good, but why are there stones here?

And he always felt that the stone looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it...

He didn't throw away the stone, but placed it on his desk as a decoration, after all, it still looked very beautiful.

It took two days to clean up the house, and he started to go out to find a job, but he was not very satisfied with the two interviews. He walked on the street with his resume, feeling a little dazed, but it was not the company. No, it's just that he doesn't seem to want to work very much, so he always tries his best to find out what's wrong with the company and convince himself that the company is not good and he is not satisfied.

Boring and empty at home, helpless and at a loss outside, he doesn't know what he lacks, and always has a strange feeling in his heart. People around him come and go, chatting and laughing, but he stands in the middle of them, as if the world He was the only one left in the world, and it seemed meaningless to live, with such a warm sun shining on him, but he still felt chills on his back...

Suddenly he felt a little dizzy, the world began to spin, shaking at a very fast speed, Zhang Dezhi lost his dream for a while, and suddenly he was shouted back to his senses by the shouts around him, "There's an earthquake!"

Earthquake... Earthquake?earthquake!