I became popular after inheriting the Yo-kai Curio Shop

Judging from the appearance alone, this is an ordinary low pillow, covered with a pillowcase with a light blue geometric pattern on the outer layer, it is very clean, fluffy and exudes the fragrance of laundry detergent.

At first glance, this is an ordinary cotton pillow.

The pillow was brought after being carefully washed and dried. The pillowcase must have been used for a long time, and the edges have faded and whitish marks after repeated washing.

Ultra-thin: "..."

The boss's speechlessness could be felt through the air.

However, You Xingyue noticed a very subtle aura on this pillow, that is to say, this pillow might really be a little abnormal.

The lounge is so quiet that you can hear the sound of a needle falling, and the smoke from the Boshan furnace rises.

The teenager awkwardly clasped his hands. His fingers were long, with calluses on his palms, and his skin was a healthy wheat color.

The more you Xing didn't speak, the boy's face became redder and redder, and he fidgeted and said: "No, I'm sorry, I may have been under a lot of pressure recently and then..."

You Xingyue moved his fingers, and he sighed softly: "Excuse me, what's your name?"

The young man eased his embarrassment: "My name is Pei Yan."

You Xingyue: "Can I take off the pillowcase and look at the pillow core?"

Pei Yan nodded quickly: "Yes, yes."

You Xing smiled, took out a pair of gloves from the drawer and put them on. The latex gloves strangled the wrists, and the fingers were slender.

The pillow is other people's bedding, it can be said to be a very private thing, You Xingyue unzipped the zipper with gloves on, and took out the pillow core from the pillowcase.

Different from the simple-looking pillowcase, the pillow core looks very fancy—a small pillow for one person is actually stitched with fabrics of no less than ten colors.

It can be seen that I tried my best to find fabrics of the same color, but occasionally there are a few pieces of fabrics with very abrupt colors, which are completely opposite to the plain pillowcases.

Ultra-thin: Good guy, if this pillow is perfect, will it be autistic when you take a selfie in the mirror?

You Xingyue saw this layer of gaudy fabrics, and said with emotion: "Baijia cloth."

Shi Wuyan looked away, as if he was not used to the strange style of the pillow: "What is Baijiabu?"

Ultra-thin is also full of curiosity.

You Xingyue explained: "It is to obtain scraps of cloth from relatives and friends, and then sew them into a whole piece of cloth. In the early years, folks would use hundreds of cloth to tailor children's clothes. It is a way of praying for blessings. Bless you, grow up well."

In the old days, the death rate of children was quite high, so there were many ways of praying for blessings among the people.For example, cutting a hundred clothes, such as giving a child a humble name.

The so-called child without a waist is also a homonym of "child without a waist", in order to seek auspiciousness.

Shi Wuyan didn't know that this kind of custom still exists among the people, so he took a second look curiously.

Such a custom is mostly for auspiciousness, but do so many people believe it?

You Xingyue's eyes softened: "I've seen quite a few hundred cloths, most of which can be made into small clothes or quilts, and this is the first time I've seen them made into pillows."

There is a hundred quilts in the orphanage. The old director is a master of embroidery and also knows some cutting skills. He has accumulated a lot of scraps of cloth on hand. In the era of shortage of supplies, even scraps of cloth are good things.The old dean was clever and handy, and made a small quilt out of the scraps.

There is only one quilt, and I use it to cover the frail and sick children from time to time, hoping that the children will have a long life and good health.

You Xing stroked the pillow lightly, and the pillow made of rags was soft and fluffy to the touch, "This is indeed an old thing, and it is well preserved. Have you used it recently?"

Pei Yan said: "Yes, I heard from my mother that it was passed down several generations ago. I heard that there were not enough rags, so I made a single pillow. I haven't been able to sleep well recently, and then my mother brought me the pillow and said it was for use. This pillow will give you a good night's sleep."

You Xingyue asked casually: "You slept very well after using the pillow, so you suspect that the pillow has become fine?"

While talking, when You Xingyue's fingertips touched the cloth, a faint joy was conveyed to You Xingyue's heart. The cloth did produce a very weak intelligence, which was far below the level of the spirit of the instrument. It could not communicate with words, but could only be transmitted. Out of emotion.

It is not a whole pillow that becomes refined, but this layer of hundreds of cloths.

You Xingyue frowned lightly, a trace of spiritual power emanated from his fingertips, slowly blended into Baijiabu, and felt the gentle spiritual power, but Baijiabu was not overly happy.

It seems that he has no interest in spiritual power.

This little thing is quite picky eater and doesn't eat spiritual energy.

Pei Yan broke down and said, "That's not true. I've been under a lot of stress lately and I've been suffering from insomnia, but ever since I used the pillow... I've been having nightmares all night long!"

You Xing was a little surprised: "Why? What kind of nightmares are you having?"

Pei Yan took off his mask and hat, revealing his whole face, with dark circles under his eyes, and two pimples that stayed up all night growing on his face.

Pei Yansheng said without love: "The quality of my sleep is actually quite good, but I just entered the second year of high school, and I can't sleep well due to the pressure. The first two days after changing the new pillow were fine, but after about a week, I can't sleep well. As soon as I lie down, I can hear a voice calling for help in my ear."

Pei Yan recalled the voice whispering in his ear several nights, and couldn't help rubbing his arms: "It's like a ghost movie! That kind of faint voice, I feel that it will say in a second, 'I died so badly. ’, I was so scared that I couldn’t sleep at all.”

"I went to ask my mother, but my mother didn't believe it at all, and complained that I usually have rough skin and thick flesh, but I slept too much."

"But it's really terrifying!"

The feeling of grievance was transmitted to You Xingyue from the cloth.

You Xingyue was not only understanding, but also very understanding of Buyi, and spoke instead of Baijiabu: "It said it didn't, so do you want to consider another possibility?"

Pei Yan subconsciously continued: "What possibility?"

You Xingyue: "For example, your house is haunted?"

The cloth again conveys the mood of denial.

Pei Yan coughed heart-piercingly: "Ahem, cough, boss, don't scare me!"

You Xing couldn't help but laugh: "I'm joking. It's not the pillow that talks, it's not enough to talk."

Pei Yan first relaxed, and then he felt the hairs all over his body stand up: "You mean this pillow has really become refined? No, if it's not the one talking, there are other things in my house that have become refined?! "

You Xingyue explained: "The pillow can be considered to have a little intelligence, but it is very weak. To be precise, it is this layer of cloth."

Pei Yan's guess was confirmed. When he thought of sleeping on the pillow for several days, the back of his neck felt cold. He touched the back of his head and said, "I'm getting goosebumps. Why can the pillow become sperm?"

You Xingyue felt a bit lost in the cloth under his fingertips, You Xing smiled and stroked Baijiabu lightly.

You Xingyue explained: "To become a spirit, become a monster, become a monster, or become a fairy, sometimes it is all about chance. What's more, artifacts are different from living things. They are born without souls, and it is difficult to cultivate, but when the opportunity comes, they can still open up their spiritual wisdom."

You Xing turned his head to look at Shi Wuyan, with a relaxed expression: "Is it?"

Shi Wuyan: "Yes."

Seemingly feeling that the one-word answer was too simple, Shi Wuyan added another sentence: "Indeed."

The more artifact spirits you come into contact with, the more You Xing discovers that the birth of artifact spirits has nothing to do with the existence time of artifacts.

Old objects are more likely to produce spirits, not because they have existed for a long time, but because there are more entanglements between antiques and living things, and the emotional contamination is more intense.

Especially the utensils in the human world. The short life of human beings also means more life and death, love and hatred. The utensils are accompanied by different characters all the year round, immersed in various connections and loves and hates. It is easy to generate wisdom.

For example, Zhuo Zhuo, a pony, was born from the mother's strong yearning for the child. It only took ten years or so from the vague intelligence to the complete formation.

You Xingyue smiled: "So you don't have to be afraid, the character of many utensils is related to its original owner. When you came here earlier, you said that this is a family tradition, and people who can prepare hundreds of cloths for their children must love them very much. you."

Pei Yan said aggrievedly: "But, this pillow is completely uncomfortable to sleep on! I can't feel that it loves me."

You Xing touched the pillow more: "It's also strange."

He remembered Baijiabu's lack of interest when he fed Baijiabu spiritual power just now, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Are you the type who doesn't dream at all?"

Pei Yan was lying on the table in amazement: "How do you know? I can't wake up from my sleep! Can this be calculated? Boss, do you know fortune-telling? Can you calculate for me whether I can pass the college entrance examination?"

You Xing is more funny: "I don't know how to tell fortunes, who made me just an ordinary antique shop owner?"

Pei Yan said frankly: "I do rarely dream. I suffered from insomnia and couldn't fall asleep a while ago, but I did fall asleep, and the quality of sleep was quite good. Does it have anything to do with me not dreaming?"

"Maybe."

You Xingyue tilted his head and looked at Shi Wuyan: "There are monsters in this world who feed on dreams, relying on devouring dreams to strengthen themselves."

Shi Wuyan nodded: "Most monsters rely on spiritual energy to cultivate, but some little monsters use dreams as food. Since the person who cut the hundred-family cloth made it into a pillow, it seems that he hoped that the child could sleep peacefully all night, so this thing has Sleep aids, and even the ability to create dreams."

"Baijiabu is not very interested in spiritual power. The soul exists in the world, so it is impossible for it to absorb nothing, so it probably devours dreams..."

As You Xingyue talked, he felt excited emotions coming from under his fingertips. Obviously, he strongly appreciated You Xingyue's right words.

Pei Yan was speechless: "So, is it hungry?"

You Xing couldn't help laughing: "I'm so hungry that I'm going to cry."

When people are asleep, their mental defenses are weaker and more sensitive. In addition, Pei Yan's sleep quality is good, so he received Baijiabu's resentment that he was so hungry that he was crying.

If Baijiabu could direct his body, he would have danced a square dance for the boss gratefully at this moment.

Pei Yan: "..."

Suddenly I feel that this piece of cloth is not so scary, but...but there is another one at home!

Pei Yan thought for a while, and felt sorry for Baijiabu: "If I keep it, will it still be hungry?"

You Xingyue: "It's a trivial matter to be hungry. I'm just afraid that it will gradually disappear after a long time."

Pei Yan was surprised: "Will it disappear?"

You Xing smiled and said: "People will starve to death, and of course Qi Ling will too, especially the weak Qi Spirit."

Other little gadget spirits will starve to death because of lack of popularity or spiritual power, while Baijiabu will starve to death because of lack of dreams.

Pei Yan hesitated: "Then, what should I do?"

You Xingyue took off his gloves and took a sip of tea: "There are two options, one is to take it to your mother, and the other is to sell it to me. But this is something passed down from your family, and Baijiabu is carrying it The utensils loved by the elders, I suggest you choose the first one."

Pei Yan's mood became complicated, and he touched the pillow: "I really blamed you. Then I will choose the first one, and I will take it back to my mother."

Pei Yan carefully put away the pillow and closed the leather case: "Thank you, boss, for taking you so long."

He originally planned to give the pillow to the boss if the pillow really became fine, so that he could feel at ease and not leave any customers in the strange "ancient living area" outside, and there would be a new one on the shelf, but he bothered the boss For so long, nothing was done.

Pei Yan himself blushed, and he quickly took out his mobile phone: "Boss, let me pay the consultation fee."

Seeing Pei Yan's guilt, You Xing became more indifferent: "The code is right next to it, you can just scan it."

Pei Yan transferred 100 yuan, blushing and said, "I don't have much pocket money."

You Xing is more funny: "You can just transfer ten yuan."

Pei Yan chuckled: "It's more than ten yuan, how can I show my status as a future basketball superstar in Yingjiang City if I don't add up to one hundred?"

He stood up with the suitcase and was about to leave when he turned around suddenly: "No, boss, you just said that there might be a life-saving thing in our house?"

Pei Yan's face was a little green: "It can't really be haunted?!"

"No, you don't have yin energy on your body, don't worry. Maybe you misheard and automatically translated Baijiabu's emotions into life-saving."

Pei Yan thought for a while, then rubbed his hands: "Okay, then I'll leave the boss first."

You Xingyue waved his hand at him.

Pei Yan cheerfully carried his suitcase back to his home. September was the end of summer, the weather was getting colder, and the days were getting shorter. When Pei Yan rode a small electric donkey back home, the sky had just darkened.

Pei Yan had a guilty conscience, for fear that his mother would find out that he carried the pillow out, sneaked all the way into the corridor, and opened the door quietly.

Very good, mom is cooking downstairs.

Pei Yan put down the suitcase, took out the pillow and put it in his mother's room. A series of actions were done in one go. He sat down to write a few homework, and heard his mother calling him downstairs to eat.

Pei Yan responded and went downstairs to prepare for dinner.

When washing his hands, Pei Yan casually said, "Mom, I'll use the original pillow."

Mother Pei frowned: "What's the matter? That pillow is obviously very good! It was sewn for children by your great-grandmother when she was in her 90s. Why don't you like to use it?"

Pei Yan looked at his mother's clear dark circles, and said with a bit of distress: "Oh, it's my hair oil! I've slept pretty well recently, mom, you feel light, you use it."

Mother Pei thought for a while: "It's fake, look at your dark circles."

Pei Yan said: "No, I'm used to sleeping on my side, and it's more comfortable to use a high pillow. That pillow is too short for me, and my shoulder hurts when I sleep on my side."

Mother Pei said: "Okay, boars can't eat chaff. This month's electricity bill is higher than last month, so don't turn on the air conditioner at home."

Pei Yan: "Oh..."

At night, Pei Yan used his high pillow to settle a problem. Pei Yan fell asleep until after three o'clock before being awakened in a daze, and got up to go to the bathroom.

Just as he walked outside, he suddenly felt light and shadow shaking in the living room.

Pei Yan: "?"

He walked into the living room suspiciously, muttering, "Did you forget to turn off the light...?"

In the living room, the light was off, but the TV was on. A ghost-like translucent figure was sitting on the sofa, with his legs crossed, watching the TV with relish.

He even kindly... turned off the volume.

Pei Yan: "Damn it!"

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The author has something to say:

small theater:

Pei Yan: He really, I cried to death.

Although I turned off the volume thoughtfully, watching TV in the middle of the night and turning on the air conditioner during the day are just crumbs.