Laws of Spirit Recycling

Chapter 38

Taking advantage of the light that came in through the slightest gap after opening the door, it slanted across the bedroom. The person on the bed was lying on his side on the edge of the bed. In the dark, it was impossible to know whether he had fallen asleep, but the sound of the door opening didn't seem to disturb him.

The man approached the bed. He stood by the bedside table, looking down at the unsuspecting person at the moment. Yu Yan stood at the door of the bedroom to observe his movements. After waiting for a long time, he saw that the other person was like a person who finally moved freely after being frozen. He raised his slightly stiff arm and pulled the curtain behind him.

Immediately, he jumped into a stack of moonlight, revealing the floating light blue. The man squatted down on the edge of the bed and carefully looked at the distant face.

"He seems to know Yuan Yuan." Yu Yan commented in a low voice.

It was no surprise that the young man behind him responded in silence. Yu Yan looked at the two people in the room from his hometown, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity came to his mind. He whispered: "Maybe I know him from far away..."

If Yuanyuan is still awake now, he can know whether he has met the man, but it is hard to guarantee that he will be like ordinary people, unable to see the man in the spirit state.As if to confirm this idea, after turning over a few times, Yuan Yuan wrinkled and thin was woken up.

This caught the man squatting on the edge off guard. He wanted to escape, but it was already a step too late.

"you……"

The voice under the hazy moonlight seemed so illusory, the man stopped all movements for a moment, he looked at the person on the bed, and saw that the person had closed his eyes, and his butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly.

Whispering softly: "Wang Xiuyuan, I know, I know you're here..."

"Wang Xiuyuan?" This name, which I only heard once or twice when I first received the mission a few days ago, rang in my ears again at this time, and the distant whispers were more like some kind of call. that page.

"A high school student I met in Nanqiu School ten years ago." Fu Jianchi reminded him in an affirmative tone.

Yu Yan's memory in this area has always been bad. After being reminded by his boss, he still recalled it with a sad face for a long time before he found a clear outline of his face in his mind.

"It's him? He's completely unrecognizable, it's changed a lot."

In the yellowed and blurred memory, it was a handsome face with sword eyebrows and star eyes. Yu Yan couldn't recall the clear facial features, but they couldn't match the current appearance no matter what.

The tall and straight figure is like a sapling covered with thick frost, always with a slightly lowered back, no matter what he does, he has a cold and world-weary expression, easily irritated, often swears, and laughs with his companions in the morning sun. The boy who came was a different person.For Yu Yan, ten years without waves is like water flowing from the fingers, but for human beings, it is the years of wind and rain.

He saw the man change his posture, sitting on the ground facing the moonlight on the balcony, with his back leaning against the edge of the bed. It was obviously a relaxed posture, but it was heavy and lonely for no reason.

There was a flash of inspiration somewhere, and his eyes turned to the peaceful sleeping face on the bed. Yu Yan couldn't help but speak out, with a rare tone of surprise: "Could it be that he is the stuttering... Wang Xiuyuan's classmate?"

"Yes, he is Yao Yu."

Yao Yu woke up during the day and seemed not in a good mood. After washing up, he put on his pajamas and took a piece of bread from the kitchen back to the living room. After eating a few mouthfuls, he threw it into the trash can.Yu Yan watched him take out the medicine from the coffee table again, frowning and swallowed the few pills in his hand.

Since he didn't have a suitable identity to come to Yao Yu, and he couldn't rashly show up at the other party's house, Yu Yan could only hide in Fu Jianchi's enchantment. The two stood on the balcony, where they often stayed, and saw the people in the living room from the open French windows.

Wang Xiuyuan was standing next to the TV opposite the sofa. That position was not exposed to sunlight. He was standing in the dark with his hat on, exuding a dark aura that didn't match the blue sky and the day.

But Yao Yu didn't feel it at all. He couldn't see Wang Xiuyuan, who was reading a book on the sofa with a normal expression.

Yu Yan couldn't move around at will. After the owner of this house woke up, his range of activities was reduced from one bedroom and two living rooms to only the small balcony attached. After watching static pictures for a long time, it was inevitable that he would be a little bored.

"Why doesn't he play music anymore?" Leaning his back against the fence, Yu Yan couldn't help asking.

Fu Jianchi rarely answered his soliloquy: "Because he has other things to do."

Yu Yan whispered: "But we didn't..."

Feeling the gaze of his boss looking over, Yu Yan continued solemnly: "Wang Xiuyuan also stood there motionless for a long time, he didn't seem to care where we went at all, Mr. Fu, you said he came here because he wanted to catch up with Yao Yu Is it?"

"It doesn't look like a simple reminiscence."

"It's not reminiscing about the old days, what is it?" Yu Yan tried hard to recall, "I remember that Wang Xiuyuan seemed to transfer schools later, but the reason for the transfer...has been forgotten."

Fu Jianchi turned his head, looked at Yu Yan and said, "Tell me what you still remember."

A few images flashed in Yu Yan's mind, and he said in detail: "I remember that school had a lotus pond, and I still remember that there were cats of different colors in every corner of the campus. Their high school students had to study by themselves at night, and the sports meeting was not only for long-distance running and sprinting. .”

"It's all about things that have nothing to do with them."

Fu Jianchi's stern eyes didn't even have any warmth in the sun. Yu Yan wanted to explain, "Didn't Mr. Fu say that you can't be emotionally invested in human beings? Ten years have passed, and it's normal for me to forget those..."

Without further entanglement, Fu Jianchi returned his gaze to the two people in the living room, and said, "If it's reminiscing about the past, he will find a chance to talk to Yao Yu."

"An opportunity was missed last night."

"He didn't leave today, maybe he was waiting for a better time."

It seems that they will be stationed on the small balcony again.Yu Yan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but...he peeked at the young man beside him out of the corner of his eye.

But Mr. Fu said more than usual today.

Yao Yu put down his book and stretched. He turned on the phone screen to check the time, only to realize that it was already noon.Yu Yan was still wondering why he wasn't hungry, so he saw the other party get up and go to the kitchen to tinker, took out the leftover bread from the refrigerator, looked at it and put it in again, and then there was a sound of pots and pans.

Quickly prepare the rice and the right amount of water, turn on the fire and leave the kitchen.

During this period, Wang Xiuyuan's eyes followed him all the time, until Yao Yu lay on the sofa and fell asleep without knowing he was there, then he took a few steps forward, and Yu Yan also took this opportunity to come out of the barrier.

"When are you going to meet him?"

"Acquaintance?" Wang Xiuyuan frowned, and warned: "When did I say I knew him?"

Every time after the task is completed, Fu Jianchi will erase the memories of those humans who have been in contact with him. Wang Xiuyuan and Yao Yu are no exception. They all have a Dream Stealing Orb in their minds, so when they see Yu Yan, Wang Xiuyuan has no impression.

Similarly, he would not know that Yu Yan was aware of his relationship with Yao Yu.

"I see he talked to you yesterday." Yu Yan asked tentatively.

"He's just dreaming."

Yu Yan looked at Yao Yu who was pale on the sofa, and said in a low voice: "Then people have seen him now, and know that he is not seriously ill, but just a fever or a cold. Are you relieved? When are you going to leave? "

Wang Xiuyuan's eyes also moved over, saying: "When I want to go, I will go by myself, don't worry about it."

"I know you don't want to leave, you must have something to tell him." Yu Yan suggested sincerely, "He seems to be able to see you at night, why don't you just talk to him tonight?"

Wang Xiuyuan showed an impatient expression. If Yao Yu was not in a deep sleep, he would definitely yell at Yu Yan when his mind was exposed, but at this moment he just gave him a fierce look and said: "You are really annoying, don't stop So much meddling."

"Okay." In fact, Yu Yan also had this idea, but because of the presence of his boss, he didn't show it.

The pot in the kitchen was steaming hot. Wang Xiuyuan saw that Yao Yu had no signs of waking up. He hesitated for a moment, went in and opened the porridge that was cooking. A thick boil.

Yao Yu was woken up by the phone ringing, he yawned and picked up the phone, Yu Yan had already returned to Fu Jianchi's enchantment during this period, and took the book on the table away.

"Jiang Tong, what's the matter?" Yao Yu's voice was hoarse, and he seemed even weaker just after waking up.

The person on the other side of the phone didn't know what to say. He took a look at the phone from a distance, turned on the speakerphone, and hurriedly put on his shoes and ran to the kitchen.

"Is the fire off?" Yao Yu said suspiciously to himself, he opened the lid of the pot, and there was warm white porridge inside.

"What did you say?" the person on the phone asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, you told Sister Zhang for me to go back to work in two days."

"Wait for two more days? During your absence, listeners called every day asking why you haven't come back. Xiaotian was almost annoyed to death. He said that he would not do it after helping you this week. .”

Yao Yu took out a bowl from the cupboard, served porridge and said, "I can't do anything if my throat isn't good, and I still have five days of annual leave, which happens to be off this time, ahem... Xiaotian Sister Zhang must have a way to deal with it, and he probably just complained a few words, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Okay, I'm not worried about this, I'll just ask you, isn't it convenient to be alone at home when you're sick? You don't order takeout every day, do you?"

"You think I'm you, and it's not a serious illness. I can still move my hands and feet, and I can cook by myself." Yao Yu coughed twice, dug half a spoonful of sugar into the bowl and stirred it.

"People who are sick still take care of themselves. It sounds a bit miserable. Didn't Sister Zhang introduce you to a niece from her friend's family last time? Have you met her? How do you feel?"

"No, why do you care about this?"

"Isn't it because you are old and you don't even have a girlfriend? You said that you are a well-known radio host, and you can be regarded as handsome. It's not difficult to find. Hey, the one you mentioned on the radio Is it true? I’m still waiting—”

"Oh, you don't let me be quiet for a while when I'm sick. There's nothing to say about this topic. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up first. Sister Zhang, remember to explain it to me."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone in a hurry. The person sitting on the sofa had a bad throat and took a sip of hot water. Maybe he had a cold from falling asleep on the sofa at noon. A hint of doubt gradually appeared in his eyes, he looked around, and after a long while, he began to eat his lunch.

Wang Xiuyuan was still standing in the dark, looking at the person on the sofa with a gloomy expression, wondering what he was thinking.

Yu Yan glanced at it from a distance, not caring at all what they were going to do next, and opened the book that Yao Yu had stolen in the morning with great interest.

"Comics?" Half of the joy on Yu Yan's face was lost. He didn't read comics very much, because he always felt that comics lacked the richness brought by words, and he often left them aside after reading half of them.

Flipping through a few pages casually, the painting style is delicate and vivid, and the most important thing is the subject matter, which successfully attracted Yu Yan.

"Mr. Fu, this comic is about a story that happened in the underworld. It's about a group of human beings who have turned into ghosts and escaped from hell and returned to the human world... Does it sound interesting?"

Fu Jianchi took the book in Yu Yan's hand, flipped through a page, and commented: "It's very ordinary."

"You only read one page." Yu Yan reached out to take it back, turned to the first page and prepared to read it from the beginning. Before he buried his head, he smiled and said to the young man beside him: "Mr. Fu, I will tell you this story after I finish reading it." .”