Spring has arrived quietly in the Windy City, and the willow trees by the riverside along the street have already sprouted a little bit of new green.
The warm wind blows and lifts the girls' hair. There is a sweet smell in the air that makes people intoxicated.
The girls changed out of their bloated winter clothes and put on bright and well-fitting clothes, making them feel lighter and more elegant.
The golden sunshine shines on passers-by, giving everyone a golden rim.
A man and a cat walking by the road attracted everyone's attention. Even the old lady doing Tai Chi in the park on the street took a second look.
He is about 1.8 meters tall and has a backpack hanging on his shoulders.
The sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes make this man heroic.
This is not the point, after all, there are many handsome guys on the street now.
He was holding an orange cat in his arms. The cat was fat and had a flowery arm in its right hand.
The cat's face looks like it's carrying the lives of several dogs, and it's hard to mess with at first glance.
When used in this way, this handsome guy appears to be enigmatic and fundamentally different from ordinary handsome pet pets.
The two of them swaggered through the market like this and gained a wave of lovers of handsome men and cats, especially women and children.
There were also bold people who took the opportunity to strike up a conversation and asked to pet the cat, but Song Qing did not completely refuse.
When he walked to the gate of the community, Song Xi looked like he had just woken up, with messy hair and blurred eyes.
Song Qing smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed, and then the eyes of the woman passing by were dizzy.
"My ideal spiritual pet used to be a lion. When the lion stands aside, it makes me look taller and more powerful."
"But now, I feel that although your combat power is in the single digits, you have natural attribute bonuses in terms of gaining favorability. You don't have to do anything to fill up the team buffs, and you don't waste mana."
Unexpectedly, Song Qing also had a venomous tongue.
That's a good point, don't say it next time.
Then he extended an invitation: "How about being my spiritual pet."
"Thank you. If you become my boyfriend, I will consider it."
Song Qing was defeated with one move.
"Hey, kid, you're still too young-skinned to be a match for the old fritters." Song Xi said secretly.
Walking into the community, Song Qing slowly searched for the address given by the other party.
Song Xi asked why they were not allowed to come directly to the Taoist temple. Song Qing said that not all problems were related to supernatural events.
Some may be related to the living environment, and some may be related to the family growth environment.
When these factors continue to accumulate and change from qualitative to quantitative changes, when his will or body is weak, a spiritual body will take advantage of it.
Originally, we were done with the spirit body, but we couldn't bear to have people come to us again and again, and it would make us look unprofessional.
So usually we will provide supporting solutions after solving the spirit body, seeking a complete eradication.
It may be a prescription, or it may be to adjust the home environment, or it may be to give suggestions on how family members get along.
It's up to them whether they listen or not, but according to our observation, they generally listen, which will benefit them all year round and save us trouble.
Moreover, the master felt that such things happened one after another in this community, so he asked me to observe more.
Song Qing explained to Song Xi in his mind as he walked.
Suddenly he came back to his senses, and they both could hear each other's voices.
Then when she asked him if he had a girlfriend last time, wasn't it possible that she completely listened to his inner thoughts?
Song Qing suddenly became furious and almost died on the spot.
She lowered her head and glanced at the cat in her hand, as if she hadn't noticed it, then turned her head and continued searching.
The sharp-eyed old lady actually still remembers Song Qing.
"Hey, look, everyone, the young man holding the cat is the one who treats the old Shen family's children." She pointed at Song Qing and called for others to look.
"How did you know it was him?" someone asked.
"He was the one who came to ask for directions last time. Later he had a conversation with old Shen's wife in the park. She was fine after she came back that time."
"He said he was cured in this young man's Taoist temple." The old lady replied affirmatively.
The old man next to him thought to himself: Fortunately, Mrs. Shen has nothing to do with him. Nothing can escape your eyes.
"I know this. Xiao Li's family still asked for Lao Shen's phone number. I was right next to him at the time," someone added.
"What's wrong here? Weird things like this keep happening recently."
"Who knows."
Someone said hello to Song Qing, and Song Qing responded one by one.
"Hey, what a handsome guy, what a cute cat." A young girl's voice sounded.
Song Xi looked around and saw that there were many old people and old ladies around her. She didn't find any young girl. She guessed that it might be the sound coming from the window of a certain house, so she didn't pay attention to it.
I searched for the address and finally stopped in front of a door.
Song Qing checked the address again, stretched out his hand and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a middle-aged woman stood there and looked Song Qing up and down.
When Song Qing explained his intention, the other party welcomed him in with a smile on his face.
After making tea, the woman introduced herself. She was the mother of Xiao Li, the victim this time.
Then she introduced Xiao Li's process from normal to onset, and the specific circumstances of the illness.
And how Xiao Li was so obedient when she was a child, but now she doesn't even pay attention to her.
How does Xiao Li sing all day long, torturing her and her husband?
"Look, if I haven't fallen asleep from exhaustion, I'm still singing."
"I don't do anything at home every day. I just stay in my room reading novels and playing games. I also close the door and won't let us in. Don't you think it's irritating?"
"I don't want to come back after the holidays. If it weren't for the Spring Festival, I don't think he would be willing to stay at home for a day all year round."
"I sleep in every day when I get home. I don't get up in the morning or sleep at night. When I get up, I don't fold the quilt or wash my face. I just sit in front of the computer."
"I don't even read books or do my homework. If I push him to move, he will make me angry."
"Look at your neighbor's children, they don't have to worry about them every day.
"I did my homework at the school's after-school service. I took the initiative to attend extracurricular tutoring classes. I am only in the third grade of elementary school. Why is there such a big gap between people?"
"The neighbor across from our house leaves garbage outside the door every night."
"We always smell bad when we go out, especially in the summer. Do you think it's unlucky to meet such quality neighbors?"
"Her hands and feet are not clean. The last time I put a cardboard box at the door, I just put it down to open the door and put something in it, but it disappeared when I came out."
"I ran to ask her and she still didn't recognize me. I even saw the orange dress she was wearing through the crack in the door."
Song Qing sat there and listened quietly, nodding occasionally.
Song Xi fell asleep in a daze. When he woke up again, he looked at the clock on the wall and saw that almost 2 hours had passed.
Xiao Li's mother has already talked about the various irritating filial piety of her relatives and how her husband is away from home every day.
Song Xi couldn't help but look at Song Qing with admiration, and there was no trace of impatience on his face.
