This feeling of being peeked at was very scary. Goosebumps suddenly appeared all over my body and I couldn't help but take a step back.
But I forgot that there were stairs behind me.
"oops!"
"ah!!!"
I thought I was going to fall!
The back was pressed against.
Turning around, I saw Fang Zhongyu holding a dark blue cloth bag across his body and looking at me with a twisted face: "You stepped on my foot!"
I reacted for two seconds and hurriedly walked up. Fang Zhongyu sat carelessly on the stairs, took off his shoes and hugged his feet and took a deep breath of cold air.
"...Ugh-" He retched.
"I'm sorry." I smiled coquettishly, my eyes wandering around guiltily, "Why are you back?"
"School is over at noon, sister."
I silently covered my nose, his feet smelled so bad: "How long has it been since you washed your feet?"
"They were washed yesterday." He put on his shoes. "The shoes smell."
He stood up, patted his butt and asked me, "What did you just do?"
As soon as he asked me, I remembered the eyes behind the door of 603, pointed to the crack in the door, and whispered: "There is someone peeking at me."
Bang, a very slight sound, the door of 603 closed.
Fang Zhongyu looked over there, and then mysteriously pulled me to the middle of the door of our house. He lowered his voice and said to me: "Don't get close to his house."
"Why?"
"I feel like that person is sick."
"..." Uncle Song said that he couldn't see her again for a month. The room was still so dark in broad daylight, so he must be sick.
"No, anyway, he often brings all kinds of cats, dogs and other animals to his home, but they always die soon after. Do you think it was him..." Fang Zhongyu folded his arms and his legs shook like that on purpose.
, sometimes bow-legged, sometimes crotch-legged.
...I do think that Fang Zhongyu looks very ill.
Seeing that I was distracted, Fang Zhongyu raised his hand and tugged at my hair. My scalp was hurt by the tugging, and he slapped his hand away with a face: "I don't know if I am sick, but my second uncle said that there is a horn-cutting evil in our community.
, maybe his animals died because of horn cutting."
In fact, it is not ruled out that it is that person's fault, but my second uncle said that things without evidence should not be easily confirmed, so I can neither agree with Fang Zhongyu's words nor deny his words.
"What is a horn-cutting evil?"
"It's...it's Feng Shui."
"What is Feng Shui?"
"I don't know either."
Fang Zhongyu rolled his eyes, showing a sense of intelligence.
"What's that weird mirror on your window for?"
While I was amazed at Fang Zhongyu's keenness, I answered his question: "Second uncle said that hanging up the Bagua mirror can block evil spirits."
"Oh! I know!" Fang Zhongyu jumped up on the spot. Because he was too energetic, the empty blue cloth bag fluttered and hit his face. He took it off with both hands, "Is the second uncle a magician?"
"Isn't it? Why do you say that?" I frowned. I met Chumaxian when I was a child. I used to ask my mother to trouble her, but Chumaxian was different from my second uncle. When my second uncle really used his skills,
It has a feeling of immortality and Taoism, not like a dancing god.
"That's the Taoist priest."
"have no idea."
Fang Zhongyu rubbed his little hands and suddenly became shy: "Nuan Ting, can you go back and ask your second uncle if he is a Taoist priest, if he can accept me as his disciple?"
He looks like this, it makes my skin crawl.
The door of my house was open, and my second uncle happened to call me from inside. I raised my foot to leave, but Fang Zhongyu hurriedly grabbed me: "I tell you, you can make money by being a goddess or something like that. If I become a Taoist priest, I will make a lot of money in the future."
I’ll spend the money on you, and we’ll spend half of it half.”
"Nonsense!" The anger in my heart suddenly rushed to the top of my head. My mother has been a goddess for so many years and has never taken the initiative to ask for a penny. Some people have forced it on me. I feel like she is scolding my mother!
I was so angry that I waved his hand away and glared at him: "Where did you hear that?"
Fang Zhongyu looked at me inexplicably: "Why are you angry? My grandfather used to have back pain, so he went to Shinan's Chumaxian to see it, and it cost him more than 10,000 yuan."
"More than ten thousand?!" Is his family so rich?
More than 10,000 yuan is indeed a sky-high price. I heard my second uncle and Uncle Song chatting before that the house in Baiguyuan only costs 70,000 to 80,000 yuan.
Even in the first six years of my life, I never thought about the word "ten thousand" appearing in other people's mouths.
Then I'm angry too.
I glared at him, didn't want to pay attention to him, and walked back into the house.
Fang Zhongyu's sighing voice came from behind me: "Sure enough, women tend to get angry for no apparent reason from old to young."
"..." I turned back and slammed the door.
Lulu walked out of the bedroom with a bowl of brewed milk powder and a spoon in her mouth. She stopped at the door and asked me: "Nuan Ting, who made you angry?"
I scratched my nose and said, "Fang Zhongyu." I went over and gave her an orange and told her that it was given by Uncle Song, one for each of us.
"Oh." Lulu took the orange with a real expression on her face. She was not surprised at all. "Second uncle is calling you. Nuan Ting, you go first. I'll make you a bowl of milk powder. Come out later and drink it before it's cool."
.”
"Okay." I pushed open the bathroom door.
The bathroom was already small, but now it was so crowded with three adults that I couldn't even squeeze in.
Han Ziqi's parents threw themselves next to the mirror, crying so hard that they couldn't stop crying. Han Ziqi was right inside the mirror, crying with blood all over his face.
But they couldn't see Han Ziqi, only I could see and hear him, and my hair almost stood on end.
He can't restrain himself, he has to be so scary!
The second uncle was squeezed to sit on the toilet. There was a hint of sympathy and sorrow in his eyes. He smoked and waved to me: "Brother, sister-in-law, make room for Yun Yatou, she can help you pass the message."
Although Han Ziqi's parents still couldn't believe it when they looked at each other, they also squeezed in. I followed the narrow gap and squeezed into the corner next to the mirror. If I were any fatter, I would be in trouble.
Can't squeeze in.
Aunt Qi Guiyu rubbed her hands with tears in her eyes. She lowered her head and asked me: "Little girl, can you tell me what Xiaoqi is doing now?"
"He was crying on the mirror." I turned to look at Han Ziqi's horrified face and repeated his words, "He said he missed you and wanted to go home. He also said that it was cold and uncomfortable in the mirror.
, he can’t breathe.”
Hearing this, Aunt Qi howled even louder, and I could see the little tongue in her throat trembling.
Then Uncle Han started to chat with Han Ziqi while wiping his tears. While chatting, he suddenly asked a question. I didn't know that he was talking about the past things with Han Ziqi. I could only turn my head to look at Han Ziqi.
Han Ziqi cried again and answered, and I relayed it to Uncle Han.
After a few times, Uncle Han stopped asking, but I roughly understood that in fact, they still didn't believe that Han Ziqi's ghost was in the mirror, so he was testing us. After I answered several times, they believed it.
No more struggling.
Later, Uncle Han and Aunt Qi couldn't wait for me to speak, so they kept talking to the mirror.
The second uncle shook his head and sighed, then led me out.
Lulu, the three of us gathered around the sofa to sunbathe.
I lowered my head to receive the milk powder from Lulu, and the jade ring around my neck suddenly fell out of my collar.
The second uncle looked at him for a moment: "What is this?"