Terror broadcast

There were no flowers, no salutes, and no welcoming primary school students sending flowers. When Su Bai and Hills walked out of the place of sermon, they looked very low-key, which could even be described as deserted.

There was only one tombstone left in the entire place of enlightenment, and that was Su Bai's own tombstone. The rest of the tombstones were all crushed and sent into Hills' body. Hills was still very satisfied with this.

Of course, comparing people to each other is really irritating. Looking at the man in front of him, Hills really felt that there was no joy in his success in attaining enlightenment. Although they were both enlightened, Su Bai had already completed a certain level of enlightenment. His detachment, and himself, is nothing more than making his role in this game bigger.

Therefore, when Su Bai invited Hill to go back to the small temple to rest, Hill refused directly.

Limited life, limited life, especially when she has to go to that world to face a greater test in the near future. Hills hopes that she can be as happy as possible during this time, instead of becoming a jealous and resentful woman.

Hills left, and Su Bai returned to the small temple alone.

The mountain flowers in the small temple are blooming, and the monks are frying tea. The fragrant and rich tea fragrance fills the air, refreshing the heart and mind.

Sometimes, a group can lack anyone, but it cannot lack people who are interested in life and can cook. For a long time, monks have played the role of both father and mother in this group.

Su Bai sat down on a chair in the yard. Fatty was floating around Su Bai, his long hair fluttering, as if he was playing with the tune of A Chinese Ghost Story. Of course, according to Fatty himself, it was because of those ancestors. He doesn't have any short hairstyle, he just wants to make himself more dramatic.

Buddha still did the same thing every day according to his schedule, but today he deliberately postponed his evening classes, came to the edge of the yard, and sat down with Su Bai.

The two of them didn't talk much, and topics like "what's the weather like" obviously didn't apply to these two men.

The monk took out the tea set and started making tea. The fat man still didn't get his physical body back, and his soul body was still floating around. He seemed to particularly like this feeling of freedom.

Xun'er did not participate in this party. She was in seclusion. Of course, it may be a kind of escape she chose. At this time, it was inappropriate for her to participate in this party.

Some people, when she is not around, the relationship between them becomes more and more flavorful like old wine stored in a cellar, while some people, even if they are close in front of her, become more and more like boiled water, not to mention estrangement, but that The meaning of forgetting each other in the world is becoming more and more obvious.

The monk's tea was brewed, and each person had a cup. The fat man directly absorbed the fragrance of the tea, a bit like a ghost returning home to enjoy the sacrifice.

Su Bai took a sip of tea. To be honest, the tea was very ordinary, much inferior to the tea that the monk had brewed before. Young Master Su was not a person who didn't know how to taste. Unlike Fatty, no matter how good the tea was, it was served cold. drink.

It is impossible for the monk's tea-making skills to deteriorate, so the problem is probably with this tea.

This tea,

not good.

Buddha frowned slightly, obviously something was wrong.

The monk continued to drink naturally, then put down the tea cup and said: "Tea is like..."

"Tea is like life. If it has not experienced the precipitation of time, it will not have that much flavor. If someone takes a photo of us at this time, it can be used as a composition topic for students."

The fat man spoke first with a smile.

This time, the fat man cut off the monk's chicken soup in advance.

The monk was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "If the tea doesn't taste good, don't force it."

"..." Fatty.

Everyone put down their teacups.

Su Bai looked at the monk. He didn't think anything was wrong before, but now it seems that the monk is indeed much weaker, and this weakness is continuing.

"Is there something wrong with your body?"

Su Bai asked.

The monk shook his head, "No problem."

Buddha said, "You are still stingy."

The garden is full of blooming mountain flowers, which are all nurtured by the monk's own vitality. It's a bit like when old Fugui walked all the way and wild flowers bloomed all the way. Lord Buddha said that the monk was stingy, which meant that the monk didn't add too much vitality to the tea tree.

This tea tasted like steamed buns made with human blood.

The little guy was brought out by Jixiang. When Su Bai came back, he was taking a nap. At this moment, he climbed on Su Bai's body and hugged his father without letting go. However, his little nose was still smelling, as if he had discovered that something happened to his father. What a change, something different.

A spiritual boy is a spiritual boy. Although he grows slowly in this world, his spiritual sense is still there.

"Do you feel isolated?" Buddha suddenly asked at this time.

"What?" Su Bai couldn't understand. Of course, this was just an attitude.

"Beyond the world." Buddha asked, "But we are still in the Five Elements."

"It's just that I have temporarily escaped the control of the radio. Moreover, I am in front of you now, and the radio can still see me."

"Then why don't you go into seclusion?" The fat man suddenly asked at this time, "Hide well and wait until the broadcast thing is over. Damn it, no one can stop you even if you want to be Jesus."

"Impossible." The monk shook his head at this time and said, "The rules of broadcasting will not change. Even if it fails to enter that world, it will never allow the world it has colonized to have another wave. If Su Bai blindly hides , and if we are not planning to go to that world, it is very likely that the final outcome will be that before we go to that world, the radio will ask us to deal with Su Bai first."

Su Bai nodded, obviously agreeing with the monk's statement.

"But no matter what, it's much better than us. At least you can breathe some free air." Fatty still envied Su Bai now, "When you don't want to enter the story world, you can stay in it, how wonderful it is. "

"In the end, I will also get on the train with you." Su Bai looked very calm when he said this. He had no intention of struggling not to get on the train. He knew that Lychee was waiting for her in that world, and he still had A very important thing was not finished, so he didn't plan to dwell or struggle on this matter. In the previous story world, he had actually thought it through.

After the tea party, Su Bai returned to the bedroom with the little guy in his arms. The little guy was playing with toys. Jixiang was watching from the side, while Su Bai was lying on the bed, watching the TV in front of him.

Sometimes, people are really strange. When you are ordinary, you want to fight to change this ordinary, but those who are often extraordinary will keep yearning for this ordinary.

Perhaps it's due to different realms or different mentality. The sour-smelling moans always seem to hit some people's G-spots more.

Looking at his palms, it was as if the scene of the enlightenment was still in front of him. The road was destined to get narrower and narrower. Su Bai didn't know how certain Li Zhi's plan was. He didn't even know whether Li Zhi was still living in that world. , but maybe what the monk said before is right, that is, if you don't have your parents, you may not even have the meaning to survive.

In ancient mythology, Agarwood split a mountain to save her mother, but in her case, she went through all kinds of troubles to find her parents and then killed them.

The process is the same.

There was a knock on the door outside. Xun'er came in with some fruits and fed them to the little guy himself. However, the little guy only took a few bites and stopped eating. Su Bai could tell that the little guy's attitude towards Xun'er had always been Perhaps it was because Xun'er thought he was Su Bai's illegitimate son when he first met him, and the soul boy felt Xun'er's hostility towards him when they first met.

But the crux of the problem may not be here. After all, the fat man once stole the little guy's task, but now the relationship between the two is the best.

"You should eat something too, I'm going to rest." Xun'er just left the room.

There is not much communication between them.

Su Bai didn't feel anything, after all, nothing really happened between the two parties.

"Dudu... Dudu..."

The little guy was lying on the bedside with something shaking in his hand. Su Bai turned his head and looked at it, and found that the toys the fat man bought for the little guy were really diverse. There were even props of a certain cartoon character. Take the small black plastic whip.

The little guy was waving it excitedly, and then he looked at Su Bai.

Su Bai's eyes sank slightly,

The little guy immediately realized that this game did not seem to please his father, so he quickly threw away the plastic whip and continued playing with his building blocks.

Ji Xiang on the side is still indifferent. Yes, it is already a fantasy for you to ask a cat to take care of a child's daily life. It is even more incredible for you to ask a cat to educate the child's moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and physical development.

Su Bai got out of bed, squatted down in front of the little guy, stretched out his hand and pinched the little guy's seemingly fragile face, and said:

"What do you remember in this little bag of melons?"

Of course, this was also Su Bai's own fault. He was not a good father at the time, but he actually took the little one with him when he first met Yingying as a child.

The bitter pill of the upper beam being crooked and the lower beam being crooked was finally reaped by Su Bai.

When he thought of Ying Ying'er, Su Bai suddenly felt that he missed her a little. In the past, in Shanghai, every time he was in a bad mood or bored, he liked to talk to Ying Ying'er. Seeing that the person who understands the thoughts of men best and knows how to please you It is indeed a pleasure for a woman to be so charming in front of you.

At this moment, Su Bai's cell phone rang.

I took it out and looked at it, and it turned out to be a WeChat message from Ying Yinger:

"It's been a long time since you came to therapy."

Su Bai smiled. Maybe he had too many worries and constraints before, but now that he is semi-free, he can indeed be a little more willful and casual.

"good."

Su Bai only replied with one word. There was no need to ask the other person where he was, if he had time, when it was convenient, etc. There was no need before and there would be no need in the future.

At this moment, Su Bai suddenly turned around and saw that Fatty's soul had floated into his house at some point. He had blocked all spiritual consciousness in the small temple, otherwise he, a big boss, would be here, Buddha, Monk and Fatty. As well as Xun'er and the others, they would be under pressure from the big boss all the time. Therefore, Su Bai did not notice the fat man's entry in advance.

The fat man's soul came close to Su Bai's screen, as if he was peeking at Su Bai's chat history.

Then a face,

Turning red from holding back,

Very hard,

Very aggrieved too......