After entering the store, I took out a piece of scented bait and handed it to Dongzi, asked him to light it in the copper incense burner, and then made a pot of scented tea myself.
Feng Li quickly supported Feng Jing and walked in from the door. As I expected, the wind chime did not make any sound when Feng Jing passed by.
Feng Jing's eyes were dull, motionless and as well-behaved as a doll. Feng Li helped him into the store and sat at the tea table at my request.
A faint wisp of white smoke gradually rose from the incense burner, and soon the whole studio was filled with a refreshing fragrance.
After a while, Feng Jing's eyes became clearer and began to be filled with tears.
"Let the child drink this glass of water!" I poured a cup of scented tea from the teapot and handed it to Feng Li.
Feng Li took the small and exquisite porcelain cup, looked at me, brought it to his mouth, blew on it, and then handed it to Feng Jing's mouth.
Feng Jing opened his mouth and allowed Feng Li to feed the scented tea into his mouth.
After a while, Feng Jing began to cry, her eyes full of fear, and she murmured, "Don't fight! Don't fight!"
In the end, he moved his feet to the chair, hugged his legs tightly with his hands, buried his head between his knees, curled up into a ball, and began to whine softly.
"Jing'er, Jing'er, what's wrong with you?" When Feng Li saw this, he held Feng Jing's shoulders and shouted Feng Jing's name anxiously.
Feng Jing seemed to have not felt his father's call at all, still burying his head between his legs and crying to himself.
I stood up, walked to Feng Jing, and put my right hand on the back of Feng Jing's left hand.
Following Feng Jing's consciousness, I slowly opened my eyes and found that I was in a small house with an area of only twenty or thirty square meters.
There is a set of double-door lockers standing next to the door of the cabin. The doors are open and there are several sets of clothes, some school supplies and books inside.
Next to the locker is a student desk, with a laptop and a few books on it. Next to the wall is a wooden bunk bed with suitcases and some sundries on the top bunk.
The lower bunk was covered with sheets, quilts and other items, which was a little messy.
Apart from that, there was only one chair left in the room, and a few posters were messily pasted on the wall. There was a half-open door and a small window at the other end of the room. The window sill was about waist high.
It's a balcony.
It looks like a student dormitory.
Feng Jing's suppressed sobs entered the house from the balcony outside the door.
I followed the sound and opened the door and walked out. The corridor was not big, fully enclosed, and had an anti-theft net installed. There were some clothes hanging on the anti-theft net.
There is a small bathroom at each end of the corridor. The two bathroom doors open opposite each other. One is to the left of the door I walked out of. The other bathroom also has a closed door and a
The small window is only on one wall, so you can only see it when you walk to the balcony.
It seems that the two dormitories share a balcony, but each has its own bathroom.
Feng Jing was currently outside the window of the next room, looking into the room in horror, covering her mouth tightly with both hands, trembling all over, and letting out suppressed sobs.
I walked over and stood behind him and looked into the room.
There were seven or eight boys about the same size as Feng Jing in the room, fighting in a ball. One of the boys was lying on the ground with blood on his face. He was gritting his teeth and staring at one of the taller boys with dark skin.
After saying something, he picked up a chair behind him and threw it at the child lying on the ground.
The chair fell apart as he moved, leaving only a wooden bar on the back of the chair in his hand, but his movements did not stop because of this. He yelled something, picked up the wooden bar in his hand and hit it hard on the ground.
Hit the boy.
Seeing this, the other children also picked up the chair legs that were falling apart on the ground, and followed the tall man to wildly swing them towards the boy lying on the ground.
The other two boys who had not picked up the chair legs also kicked the boy on the ground with their feet.
More blood poured out of the boy on the ground.
Since I'm only in Feng Jing's consciousness now, I can't hear what those boys are saying, let alone step forward to stop them.
Feng Jing suddenly let out a muffled sound like a wounded animal, and his body slid softly to the ground. The huge fear made him faint.
I couldn't tell how much time had passed. Feng Jing slowly woke up. Because this period of coma was disconnected in Feng Jing's consciousness, it seemed to me that it was just a moment.
I looked up and looked through the window into the room. The boys in the room had disappeared, leaving only the beaten boy curled up and lying motionless in a pool of blood.
Feng Jing could no longer stand up, so she crawled into her dormitory on her hands and knees, climbed onto the bed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and let out a frightened and low whimper from her throat.
But his soul remained outside the balcony.
Humans have three souls and seven souls, among which three souls are Fei Guang, Shuang Ling and You Jing.
The seven souls are corpse dogs, swallowing thieves, removing filth, smelly lungs, sparrow yin, non-poisonous, and hiding arrows.
The soul that Feng Jing lost was Shuang Ling, which belongs to the energy of Yin and changes. It determines wisdom, reaction, and perception of heaven and earth.
It was precisely because of this that he had all the subsequent manifestations similar to depression.
I took my hand away from the back of Feng Jing's hand, glanced at Feng Li, and said, "The child lives in a single dormitory at school, right? Please accompany me to his dormitory tonight."
Feng Li was stunned and said: "The school is on summer vacation now. Let me contact their school teacher. Mr. Hu, what on earth is going on with my child?"
"I was frightened and lost my mind."
I glanced at Feng Jing, touched his head with some distress, poured another cup of scented tea, drew a calming charm with my breath, dissolved it into the tea, and fed him to drink with my own hands.
I don’t know if the kid who was beaten is still alive. Except for this memory, I didn’t see the follow-up in Feng Jing’s consciousness. He should have been taken home by Feng Li after that, because he lost his soul and has been there ever since.
Didn't go to school again.
A timid kid who was already scared out of his wits when he saw his classmates in the dormitory next door were beaten so badly and there was so much blood on the scene.
Although Feng Jing only lost one soul, because that scene was extremely terrifying to him, other souls were also greatly frightened, so he changed from a child with excellent grades to refusing to go to school.
After drinking the cup of tea, Feng Jing gradually calmed down, and his eyes regained some clarity. He glanced at me and Dongzi, shrank slightly, turned to look at Feng Li, leaned towards him, and whispered:
Said: "Dad, where is this? I'm scared!"
"Son, do you finally know dad? Don't be afraid, dad is here." Feng Li said in surprise and hugged Feng Jing.
"Dad, I want to go home!" Feng Jing said softly in Feng Li's arms.
Feng Li raised his head and glanced at me.
I nodded to him and said, "Take him back first. Don't forget to say hello to his teacher. I'll wait for you here at eight o'clock in the evening. Let's go to the school dormitory. I'll tell you what to do then."