The kitchen and bathroom are closest to the living room. There are no problems with the layout. It's just that there is a thin layer of dust on the top of the kitchen cabinet, as if it hasn't been turned on for a long time.
"The bedroom is upstairs, right?"
I pointed to the stairs leading to the second floor, and Zhang Ying nodded slightly. The guest room and master bedroom are both on the second floor.
After going upstairs, the first room is the guest room. The silk quilt on the large bed in the guest room is messily opened, and a small hollow underwear is randomly thrown at the end of the bed.
"Little brother, don't worry about these details. I'm too lazy to clean up when I live alone."
Zhang Ying stood next to me, expressing her embarrassment for the first time.
I smiled and walked to the master bedroom. Are beautiful girls too lazy to tidy up their bedrooms? I remember the first time I went to the Cow Apartment, her underwear was thrown carelessly on the bed like this.
The moment he opened the door to the master bedroom, a chill hit him and he got goosebumps all over his body.
Looking inside the house, my scalp instantly felt numb. On the floor of the dim room, a small pet dog stared at me with its sinister eyes. For a moment, I saw green light shining in its eyes.
"Xiao Bai has been feeling a little uncomfortable lately. As soon as he opens the curtains, he starts barking."
Zhang Ying, who was standing behind me, hugged her arms tightly and muttered that she didn't know if the weather was going to change. The master bedroom had suddenly become very cold these days, and she slept in the guest room next to her.
"Yin Qi?"
The first thing that comes to my mind is this word often said on the ninth day of the lunar month.
"Little brother, you don't look right. Is it true? There is that..."
Zhang Ying's words became lower and lower, and the last word was obviously trembling.
"Don't think so much, I'll take a closer look. If it's cold, you can go downstairs for a while."
Zhang Ying couldn't tell whether it was fear or cold, her whole body was shaking slightly, she hugged her tightly, and finally buttoned up all the buttons of her wide-collared shirt.
Watching Zhang Ying walking down the stairs, I was about to walk into the master bedroom and feel the smell carefully. As soon as I raised my feet, the pet dog named Xiaobai let out a low growl.
When something went wrong, there must be a monster. I gave up the plan of entering the master bedroom and walked along the corridor into the study next to the master bedroom.
There are still curtains hanging on the windows of the study, but there is no feeling of darkness. The atmosphere in the room is calm and there is no uncomfortable feeling.
I reached out and touched the wall connecting the study room to the master bedroom, and there was no cold feeling at all.
At this moment, I was basically sure that there was something unclean in the master bedroom. The so-called yin energy directly targeted the human body's senses.
If I hadn't encountered it before the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, I would definitely have tried to deal with it using some of the methods my grandfather taught me to ward off evil spirits.
But now I fully understand that there are specialties in the art industry, and this matter still has to be handled by Chujiu. If I don't handle it properly, it will be counterproductive and cause more trouble.
"how is it going?"
Seeing me walking downstairs, Zhang Ying trotted up to me, grabbed my arm and asked nervously.
"Do you have any scented candles at home?"
Seeing Zhang Ying's panicked look at this moment, my heart felt inexplicably soft. I held on to my last hope and prayed that things were not what I expected.
"Yes, there was some leftover when he left."
Zhang Ying hurriedly dug out a cardboard box from a corner of the study downstairs, which contained some incense candles and paper money.
I casually took out three tribute incense sticks, lit them, bowed to the door god on the door, inserted them into the soil on the right side of the door, and then returned to the room.
"Wait a moment, let me see what the incense looks like after it is burned."
Zhang Ying, who was sitting on the sofa opposite me, noticed that I was still staring at the ground and did not dare to look at her. She chuckled and asked, "You must hate women like me, right?"
Seeing that I didn't answer, Zhang Ying lit a cigarette again and crossed her legs.
"Do you think I'm pretty?"
The atmosphere became quiet, until Zhang Ying stared at me unbearably. I nodded slightly and replied in a low voice: "Beautiful."
"Little brother, do you think mistakes in relationships can be forgiven?"
My mechanical answer is that there is no right or wrong in feelings, only appropriateness or inappropriateness. Everyone's moral bottom line is different.
"Listening to what you said, I know that there is no room for impurities in relationships. In fact, each of us has gone through this stage. Do you believe it? I have forgiven feelings."
Zhang Ying blew out a smoke ring leisurely, saying that she believed that he was just impulsive and that he loved her. She also did not listen to other people's advice because she understood that in a relationship, the most important decision is made.
The person must always be the outsider.
Life afterward seemed no different from before, but only Zhang Ying knew in her heart that every sleepless night, that incident was like a thorn, tormenting herself.
On the contrary, the person who made the mistake slept like a dead pig. Zhang Ying couldn't figure out at the time why the person who made the mistake was clearly not her, but she was the one who suffered, suffered the most, and despaired of life.
It was not until later that Zhang Ying understood that she had also made mistakes in this relationship. Zhang Ying's mistake was that she should not forgive this person. She forgave him because she loved him, but she did not choose to let him go because she loved herself.
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The next time at a bar, Zhang Ying was a little drunk, and a man sat across from her holding a glass of wine.
Zhang Ying looked at the bright wedding ring on the man's finger and thought of the man who married her. At this moment, the resentment she had suppressed in her heart for a long time could no longer be hidden.
Zhang Ying did not go home that night. She followed a strange man to a hotel and vented her hatred with her body.
Zhang Ying told me that she had no feelings for those strange men, she just liked them.
Only by getting yourself drunk every day can you sleep peacefully at night and stop thinking about the pain hidden in your heart.
"Everyone has a myth in his heart. When he was a child, he believed in one god, and when he grew up, he believed in another god. Until in the end, he discovered that all myths were lies."
After Zhang Ying finished speaking this sentence leisurely, she didn't know whether it was because the incense smoke hit her eyes or something else, but a tear fell down her cheek.
At this time, the "cause and effect" that I often talk about in the ninth day of the lunar month came to my mind. The result of everything must have a cause.
I wanted to try to comfort Zhang Ying, but seeing the rising look on her face, I gave up the idea. What she needed was not comfort, but recognition and understanding.
"Uh, Sister Zhang, I'm going out to see if the incense has been burned."
A large portion of the tribute incense at the gate was burned, and the ashes fell on the ground irregularly. The middle stick of the tribute incense was slightly longer and the two sides were shorter. This was a real sign that there was a ghost in the house.
Fortunately, tribute fragrances are not two long and one short, or gradually become longer or shorter. Among the several fragrance types that Chujiu told me, one long and two short fragrance types are the best to deal with.