Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

The relationship between Song Ci and his father is a bit estranged, and they seldom communicate with each other. They only make phone calls during the holidays.

Song Ci stared at the string of numbers and hesitated for a long time, the screen went off and on and off again, but in the end he still didn't call.

He could feel that Song Yaoze didn't like him, even hated him, otherwise he wouldn't have sent him to Yan Wendao.But sometimes, he can feel his care and love for him from his few words.

The relationship between the two is really delicate.

He looked down the address book, found Yan Wendao's phone number, and called without hope.Since that day, he has frequently called Yan Wendao, but Yan Wendao's phone has always been turned off.

Song Ci waited for the mechanical female voice to ring, but this time the phone beeped, and he sat up involuntarily.

The phone rang about seven or eight times, and a sound of electric current passed by, and the voice of Yan Wenwen came over, "Hello."

Song Ci came back to his senses and said, "Uncle."

Yan Wenwen's voice sounded a little fuzzy, mixed with a few short electric sounds, "I just went down the mountain, the signal here is not very good, what's the situation with you?"

Song Ci talked about the recent briefing with Yan Wendao, but Yan Wendao was not surprised when he said that there were traitors in the Celestial Masters Association, he just hummed and said: "I know. " Then he fell into a long silence, and after a while, he spoke again, "How is your health?"

Song Ci's eyes sank, knowing what the banquet asked, he said: "It's okay." Then he changed the subject and said: "Tomorrow, Zhong Jiuli and I will pay the gods to sacrifice—" After a pause, he Only then said cautiously: "Become a Taoist couple."

Although he is quite indifferent to Yan Wenwen on weekdays, in fact, he has long regarded him as an elder, so when he talks about this matter, he is always a little confused and nervous.

This time the other side fell into a longer silence, and after a long time Yan asked to clear his throat, and spoke again, only giving two words, "Very good."

Song Ci breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became lighter. He asked, "When are you coming back?"

Yan asked, "It's only been a few days."

Song Ci said: "Then when we get in touch, I'll pick you up."

Yan asked: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the two fell into an awkward silence, only the sound of electric current came from time to time.

After a while, Yan asked, "That's it, hang up."

"Wait." Song Ci suddenly stopped him, he clenched his fist unconsciously, and asked tentatively, "How did my mother die that year?"

Yan asked softly: "Accident."

Song Ci frowned, "She's so well behaved, why did she run to the roof?"

Yan Wenwen was silent for a moment, and said concisely: "I had a fight with your father, I was in a bad mood, I was distracted, and I accidentally slipped."

Song Ci continued to ask: "Why are you arguing?"

Yan asked, "A small matter." Pausing for a moment, he didn't give Song Ci a chance to continue asking, and changed the subject, "Is Zhong Jiuli beside you?"

Song Ci lowered his head, "Not here."

"Oh." Yan asked.

The conversation was paused again, and after a while, Yan asked again and said, "Hang up."

Song Ci simply threw out all the questions he wanted to ask, "Do I have a brother?"

Yan asked to quickly veto it, "No."

Song Ci asked again: "Have you seen the market?"

Yan Wendao fell into silence, and after a while, a dull voice came from the other end of the phone: "En."

Song Ci pressed on step by step, "He looks exactly like me."

Yan Wenwen gave the same explanation as Zhong Jiuli: "Xuan changes in a thousand ways, and he can be whoever he wants."

Song Ci naturally didn't believe it, he asked, "Why is it me?"

This time, Yan asked for a while without answering, and finally only sighed deeply.

Song Ci stopped pressing, he said: "I'll tell me when you come back."

After hanging up the phone, Song Ci couldn't help but look up at Yuekong. He didn't dare to think about Zhong Jiuli and Yan Wenwen, nor did he dare to tell him what was going on?

At this time, Guan Lingyan came out of the room in a hurry, Song Ci looked over, "Going?"

Guan Lingyan nodded and said, "Go back and get ready."

After the shock at the beginning, he accepted the relationship between the two frankly. After all, he was not blind. From the relationship between Song Ci and Zhong Jiuli, he also saw that the relationship between the two was unusual.

only--

Guan Lingyan looked at Song Ci, wondering if it was his illusion, Song Ci's face had a faint look of defeat, which was the face of someone who was about to die.

Although he was mentally prepared, it was the first time he saw such a look on Song Ci's face.

This also means that Song Ci's time is really numbered.

He sighed in his heart, suppressed his worries, stepped forward and patted Song Ci on the shoulder, "See you tomorrow."

Song Ci waved his hand and squeezed out a smile: "See you tomorrow."

After a while, Zhong Jiuli came out with a plate of cut fruits. The two sat side by side under the tree, eating the chilled fruits in the cool late summer breeze, chatting about trivial things, unable to say anything. comfortable.

As if everything has nothing to do with them, time has frozen this moment forever.

They no longer have to face life and death.

Guan Lingyan went to the Temple of Celestial Masters. In recent years, few celestial masters have become Taoist couples, and naturally no one remembers how to worship.Guan Lingyan was temporarily entrusted with an important task, so naturally he didn't dare to be careless, so he had to read ancient books overnight.After searching for a long time, he finally found this information in an ancient book of some years. During the process of flipping through, he saw a rubbing of a strange copper coin. Then turned over.

After a while, he went back to the page just now, and his heart skipped a beat. He remembered that he had seen this copper coin there—in Song Ci's amulet.

He carefully read the words on the copper coin rubbings several times - the seal of suppressing evil and exorcising demons.

Guan Lingyan blinked slowly, suppressing the uneasiness and tension in his heart, he thought for a moment, and put the book into his backpack.

Early the next morning, Guan Lingyan came to the small courtyard with a pair of panda eyes, and Zhao Yinuo and others who also had panda eyes came as early as him.

Seeing him, Ye Yunze nodded to him as a greeting.

Guan Lingyan glanced at the closed bedroom door, and asked, "Have you gotten up yet?"

Zhao Yinuo yawned, nodded and said, "Eldest senior brother just got up, and second senior brother is still sleeping."

She was excited all night when she received Song Ci's call yesterday, and couldn't sleep no matter what, so she brought Jin Nanling and Ye Yunze here early in the morning.

Ye Yunze and Jin Nanling were not surprised, Ye Yunze had already seen it, but Jin Nanling was indifferent to this matter, his nerves have always been dull.

Seeing that the three of them were idle, Guan Lingyan simply dragged them along to prepare for today's ritual.

Zhao Yinuo was in high spirits, and secretly memorized it while listening, his flickering eyes kept looking at Jin Nanling.

When he was almost done with work, Song Ci also got up. When Guan Lingyan saw him, he remembered the rubbing and couldn't help avoiding his eyes.

Song Ci didn't notice either, as soon as he came out, Zhao Yinuo greeted him, like a little chihuahua, circled him several times, and he was relieved to make sure that he didn't lose his arms or legs.

"Fortunately you're all right!"

Zhao Yinuo's eyes were filled with tears, with a crying voice of tears of joy.

She was very anxious when she heard that Song Ci had been taken away, but the senior brother refused to say anything, and she didn't know what happened until Xu was arrested.

Song Ci rubbed her head and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Zhao Yinuo raised his head, put it into Song Ci's palm, and was about to speak, but was taken aback.

Seeing that her complexion was different, Song Ci hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Yunze was also taken aback when he heard the words.

Zhao Yinuo hurriedly came back to his senses, lowered his head, and hid the panic in his eyes, "No, it's nothing."

——Song Ci's face was clearly dead!

Ye Yunze's eyes sank, and he couldn't help but think of that strange phone call. He lowered his eyes and fell into deep thought.

Now that Xu has been arrested, will the demon really appear in this world?

Everyone ate the meal in the morning without knowing the taste. Everyone was thinking about it, with perfunctory smiles on their faces.

The only people who were happy were Lin Chao, who was going home soon, and Chu Jiu, who was ignorant, and even Jin Nanling, who had always been dull, seemed preoccupied—it was too easy to end the matter of Xu.

When the auspicious time was approaching, everyone changed into the celestial master's clothes, and even An Yan assumed a human form, changing into fiery red clothes, like a little flower girl.

Lin Chao was so envious, he only hated that he was not a celestial master, so he had to dress up Chu Jiu beamingly.

The outfits worn by Zhong Jiuli and Song Ci seemed to be a little different from the usual celestial master uniforms—it was the celestial master uniforms worn by Zhong Qiyuan and Gu Qing when they got married.Gu Qing's set of Song Ci was changed to a men's set by someone. After all, time was running out, and it was too late to re-sew a set.

But the effect is surprisingly appropriate.

The two wore loose gowns with a blue background and red borders, which meant the meaning of Fatian. The inside was a cross-collared, wide-sleeved Deluo. The dark patterns are embroidered with feather patterns of birds, and some clues can only be seen when walking.

The outermost is a calf-length double-breasted cassock, with gold and silver threads embroidered with Yu Luo Xiaotai, sun, moon and stars, eight trigrams, pagodas, dragons and phoenixes, cranes, unicorns, etc., shining brightly in the sun. .

Song Ci's body was more close-fitting, outlining his thin waist, but the loose and bulky outer robe enveloped it, which could only be seen when the hem of the clothes swayed while walking.

The two walked side by side and walked towards the altar together. On the altar stood a statue of a celestial master, an incense burner, and a pair of half-moon-shaped holy bowls.

Ordinary people need a marriage certificate to get married, but celestial masters need to obtain the permission of heaven to marry.

The two knelt down to worship the heaven and the earth holding the incense, inserted it into the incense burner, and then held up the sacred bowl. The scene was solemn and quiet, and everyone held their breaths, watching this moment.

Song Ci closed his eyes and asked silently, then opened his eyes and threw the holy bowl to the ground. The two sides were convex. He blinked slowly and handed the holy bowl to Zhong Jiuli.

Zhong Jiuli's throw is also convex.

Everyone's heart sank.

The convex surface of the holy bowl means no, no.

The corner of An Yan's mouth couldn't help curling up. He raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the sky full of sunlight, feeling angry in his heart.

At this time, Song Ci gave a cold snort, took the Holy Whip from Zhong Jiuli's hand and threw it down again, and got the same result.

He stretched out his hand and turned the sacred bowl over, pulled Zhong Jiuli to worship the heaven and earth, and said loudly with an expression of disbelief, "Thank you, Master Patriarch, for making it happen!"

The incense was cut off at the sound.

A sudden rain fell.