MTL - To Raise a Soul-~ 59. Dead bones

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噗通, 噗通, 噗通.

I don't know who's heartbeat is madly screaming in the ear, Yu Yu leans back, licking his lips and staring at Yin Yan, can't speak.

Yin Yan took back his hand and his expression was still calm. It seemed that nothing had happened. He even had a leisurely arrangement of the sleeves. He leaned back on the back of the sofa and said, "Don’t be afraid, it’s just the lowest level of Yang Xin Wan. Can calm down and calm down."

The heartbeat of the noise in the ear quickly faded away, as if everything was just his illusion.

Yu Yu raised his hand and touched his chest, and found that the heart did not show signs of chaos, and pressed it in a puzzled manner. The tight nerves were quickly opened by the medicine of Yangxin Pill, which led to the attention.

"Yang Xin Wan?" He put down his hand and made a little bit of it to Yin Yan. His eyes fell curiously on his hand and asked, "Where did you take it out? Is it magic?"

Yin Yan raised his hand again, Yu Yu reflexive back, after the reaction came over and froze, raised his eyes and looked carefully at the face of Yin Yan or no expression, a low cough on the side, silently moved the body back.

"You said, I, I just got surprised, yes, I was surprised, I didn't mean to hide you, really."

There is no silver in this place like textbooks.

Yin Yan waited for him to raise his hand and bounced his forehead, then spread his hand and flip it over, letting his hand face up, and replied: "The heart is coming from my mustard space, the mustard space exists in my sea of ​​knowledge. The key to get in and out is the ring on our hands."

Yu Yu was stunned by his adult-like knock on his forehead, and then he digested his words and was stupid.

"The ring in our hands? We?"

He stretched out his hand with a ring, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He suddenly felt the ring on his hand burned in a burst.

"You and my destiny are connected, and they are all remnants. I want to restart my knowledge of the sea. I can only use the contract token."

Yin Yan holds his hand and his palm is hot. It seems to have the power to flow: "You touched the ghost twice, and the accumulated power is finally enough to open my knowledge of the sea, but the mustard space is special, and your current soul strength cannot be Smooth use, so this is only the case."

The feeling of scalding slowly disappeared, replaced by a strange sense of traction in my heart.

Yin Yan moved his hand and then slammed, and a small white furry animal with only a palm appeared in the palm of his hand.

Yu Yu looked at his eyes wide open, and the open palms froze directly.

"This is the boundary of the mustard space. If I am not around you, you can ask for it."

Yin Yan explained that the fingers were lightly tapped on the head of a small animal that was curled up into a ball, then took back his hand and leaned back on the back of the sofa.

After the light, the animal was curled up into a group of body movements, the small claws stepped on the step of Yu Yu palm, then stretched out and stretched out a big lazy waist, stood up and looked up at Yu Yu, Zhang mouth: "喵~ ”

Yu Yu took a sigh of relief and Panasonic, watching even if he stretched his body and only had his big palm, he asked: "Cat?" Still only small enough to be a small milk cat.

“It’s just a illusion that it looks like a domestic cat. It’s a tower, called nothing.”

nothingness.

Yu Yu silently recited the name of this neutral domineering in his heart, and looked at the white milk cat who looked very cute and lovely in his hand. He couldn’t scream the name with his conscience, and could not suppress his love for Meng. Gently rubbed his head, looked at its sloppy eyes, and said with a soft voice: "Then I will call you a little afterwards, do you agree?"

The emptiness of sleeping for many years is due to the loss of the master's strength, and the soul is crippled, so it has also degenerated into the original ignorant appearance. He heard the **** and slammed his palm, and sniffed his taste. He was very docile and well-behaved. He sat down and licked his tail: "Hey~"

"Then I will agree when you are."

Yu Yu rarely showed a very happy smile, just ready to hold it in his arms, the door of the lounge was suddenly ringing, then the hand was light, the ring was hot, and the palm of the milk cat disappeared.

Yin Yan held his lost hand in a timely manner, gently slammed his low exit, and said to the door: "Please come in."

Some people have a good time, and in less than half an hour, Yin Yan has turned from a poor and white soul to a super rich soul.

After confirming the transfer information, Yin Yan took the gift from the person in charge of the jewelry store and sent out the jewelry store. He went directly to the men's clothing on the fourth floor and chose a simple shop to enter.

"You want to buy clothes?"

Yu Yuqiang stabilized his tone, hypnotizing himself did not see the terrible price on the clothes tag, and asked him a "quiet" question.

"Ok."

Yin Yan nodded and looked at the shelf and pointed to one of the white sweaters. He said to the shopping guide who was quiet outside the courtesy distance: "This one, his code, thank you."

"Wait a minute." The shopping guide immediately stepped forward, and the sight was not too rash to look directly at the guests, so he did not find the sudden eyes of Yu.

Yin Yan is like the eyes behind him. When he turns back and uses his eyes to stop the rejection of the upcoming export, he naturally said: "Your clothes are all buried under the rubble and need to buy new ones."

"You don't have to buy this..."

"Use." Yin Yan interrupted his words, and then took a plain shirt with his finger to get the code, and then walked to Yu Yu, lowered his voice and said: "Yin's business in B city is doing a lot. Now I am Yin Yan, you are Yin Yan’s companion. We are not wearing clothes, but the face of Yin’s family.”

"..."

Yu Yu thinks that Qiu Feiqian’s shot is a commemorative ceremony with ten thousand units. If he refuses, he swallows it. When he comes back with his clothes, he takes the initiative to reach out and takes the clothes into the locker room.

Shirts, sweaters, cashmere jackets, trousers, shoes, belts... The old clothes are taken off one by one, and the new clothes that fit together are one piece of upper body. Yu Yu is like a pearl that has been washed away from the dust. Finally, It reveals the original Huaguang.

Without the overwhelming cotton blouse, his figure was finally clear.

A very good but slightly thin body between teenagers and young people, slender limbs, beautiful shoulder-neck lines, beautifully curved necks... these details that were previously covered by bloated cotton suits are all exposed, when he is slightly sideways At the time, the line extending from the lower jaw to the neck of the shoulder is perfect enough to hold on.

But Yin Yan has taken a step back and is still a big step.

Just looking at the scene of this scene: "..."

He moved his neck uncomfortably and stopped looking at himself in the mirror.

Losing the protection of the collar of the cotton suit, he always felt that the neck that was half exposed was a bit cold, and he could not wait to pull the shirt collar up again.

"Is it strange?" He whispered to Yin Yan and reached out and pulled the cuff of his coat.

Yin Yan returned to God, although no one found that he had just lost his mind.

He did not answer the words of Yu Yu, but looked at the shopping guide on the side of the quiet side and said: "These are all necessary, and then help me get a scarf, softer."

The guide nodded and turned to pick a scarf. Yu Yu couldn’t help but approach Yin Yin, and Yin Yan took a step back.

"...Is there a germ on my body?" Yu Yu stopped and asked about numbness.

Yin Yan moved the line of sight fixed on his neck to his face, and then moved it to his head. He asked: "It's still a little worse."

Yu Yu is silent, and silently releases the signal of depression and anger.

The shopping guide came back with a scarf, camel, wool material, very soft and very thick.

Yin Yan took the scarf and finally got close. He pushed the scarf toward him and went straight to his neck and most of his face. He stopped and then patted his head and turned. With the shopping guide to check out.

The feeling of a slight itching and numbness rises briefly in the heart, but Yu Yu has no time to pay attention to this. At this time, his attention is all over the overwhelming scarf, and he wants to save his nose from the scarf. come out.

When he breathed fresh air, the initiator who had just provoked him was already running, and the feeling of numbness in his heart disappeared.

"Always say something that people can't understand..."

He twitched his eyebrows and realized that he had stunned after complaining, touched the soft scarf on his neck, bowed his head and buried most of his face again.

After buying the clothes, Yin Yan kept the courtesy distance between Yu and Yu, and brought people into a high-end barber shop on the next floor.

"Repairing his missing bangs."

Yin Yan sat down on the rest sofa that went to the side after the hair stylist finished, and took a magazine and began to turn it.

Yu Yu looked sideways at the side of his face that was calm and almost indifferent. He sat on his chair with a sullen face and his head was hot. He said to the hair stylist: "I have to shave my head."

"Buddha repairs need to shave the head." Yin Yan did not lift his head, calmly said: "Yin family does not like the bald head, me too."

"..."

What do you want to do more?

Yu Yu looked at the hair stylist with a stunned expression, swallowed the sudden rise of the little wayward, and said intimately: "That's a shave, you can play freely."

The hair stylist heard the silence, looked back and forth between the two, decisively swept the word "plate inch" which insulted his aesthetic and technique, and selectively listened to the words "free play".

He smiled and observed the facial features of Yu Yu. His eyes lit up and he noticed.

After a few hours of repairing and trimming, I was finally put up by the hairdresser who was working very strong and overbearing.

In the mirror, he is still a black hair, there is no messy volume, no color dyed, the hair looks fresher and fluffy than before, a very good and very good look.

Liu Hai was thoroughly repaired, revealing his forehead, and the hair on his side was also repaired. The hair was short and the whole body was short, highlighting the facial features, especially the eyebrows.

In short, it looks good, it makes people look good, but it is not very deliberate, it seems very natural everyday.

"Work hard, thank you."

Yin Yan did not know when to put down the magazine and stood behind him. When he lifted his hand, he covered the haircut he had just made, then took out the scarf he had taken before, and once again covered his face and showed him the good features. All surrounded.

The sight of the scarf is completely blocked by the scarf: "..."

Is his face so unspeakable? The heart began to itch again, probably wanting to beat people.

Yu Yu’s late night, the memory of childhood when I can think of it, can only be traced back to the elementary school before, and I can’t remember it anymore.

But even if this is the case, he can clearly remember that in a bad afternoon, a grandfather holding a picture of his fortune telling him in front of his grandfather statue.

That was the first time he saw such a dignified expression on Grandpa’s face. It was also the first time that Grandpa could not believe his own calculations and repeated the appearance of throwing copper coins again and again.

On that day, Yu’s face was very pale, and Yu did not eat the egg cake that he wanted to eat.

It was also from that day that Yu’s grandfather spoke of the story of “powerful remnant soul”. He still didn’t know where to find a book that was ragged and painted with strange patterns, and he wanted to practice well.

It is a book that you can't read, and you can't recognize it at the time.

Perhaps Yu’s grandfather also saw that this matter could not be done. Although he still loves to read the words “powerfulness” and “cultivation”, he never persevered in the action, but only loved to tease him.

Later, Yu Yu grew up, learned the knowledge, and understood the truth. The story that I heard when I was a child has really become a story, and I have never been true.

Yu Grandpa probably discovered his thoughts. The strange stories of gods and gods gradually became less, although occasionally they would recite the old stalk of "powerful remnant soul", but because of the gathering of the two More, this stalk has not been mentioned for a long time.

When the old wooden box was opened, a ash was raised, and the baby was placed in the box. There was a wood pony, a story book that I had read, and a pile of copper coins from Yu’s age.

Yu Yu found a book that was yellow and broken from the bottom of the box, and turned it slightly eagerly, but only saw a mildew.

Books are fragile things. For so many years, no matter what you ask, the books that were already broken in the past, after being rotted by time for more than a decade, are even more broken.

The heart beats slowly and slowly, and Yu Wen smells the scent of the book. He thinks of the appearance of the grandfather’s fateful night, and the tears suddenly appear without warning, dripping on the books, fainting two Wet dots.

Really, Grandpa said it is true.

There is actually a ruin in his body, and now the raging soul is still on the door.

But Grandpa didn't tell him, but his soul is also broken.

"Staying against the sky, kinship is done..."

The kinship is exhaustive, and it is true that the kinship is broken.

He raised his hand to wipe his tears, but found that the more he wiped the more, the sadness of the painful emotions and the rise of his feelings, which made him almost breathless.

At the funeral night, he could still cry, but with the help of the cruel fate, he finally realized that the only relatives had completely left him. The rest of his life may be doomed and hopeless. Today, he can only be embarrassed. On the ground, silently twitching against a box of old things.

"Some people who are stupid will feel much slower than the average person."

In the front room, Yin Yan turned the old porcelain cup in his hand and suddenly said: "He thought that he had already passed, but in fact, there is nothing. Any small thing related to the past may make him..."

"brother?"

Yin Le worried and looked at him doubtfully. He didn't understand how he suddenly said strange things. He still had some worries about running alone in the backyard.

despair.

Yin Yan stopped and suddenly sighed, put the old porcelain tea cup on the table, took a look at Yin Le and Weng Xiping, and suddenly stood up and said: "We went to Taoist Temple."

Yin Le couldn't keep up with his thoughts, and he asked: "What are you going to do after the mountains?" Didn't they come to thank you for chasing people?

Yin Yan once again solved the clothes button and calmly answered: "Catch the pheasant."

"……what?"

I don't know how long I cried, but when Yu Yu felt that her eyes were about to be shattered by tears, a seductive fleshy smell suddenly came from the kitchen.

He stunned, and his thoughts finally pulled away from the sadness, remembering the troubles and guests sitting in the front room, wiping his eyes and face, putting the old books and patterns back into the box, turning around. Follow the taste and run towards the kitchen.

"Cough and cough!"

In the kitchen, Yin Letou was covered with chicken feathers, holding a dry wood in his hand and sitting behind the stove, clumsily stuffing the firewood into the stove, licking his nose and coughing, his face was still stained with black ash.

In front of the table next to the stove, Weng Xiping was cutting **** slices with a serious look, and there was a washed green vegetable on hand.

In front of the stove, Yin Yan back off the jacket again, facing the kitchen door, sweaters and shirt sleeves rolled up, standing in front of the pot with a handful of spatula, is cooking outside.

Yu Yu felt that the picture in front of him was very funny and unreal. He asked: "What are you doing?"

"Big... Hey, Yu Ge, are you coming, is low blood sugar better?"

Yin Le immediately looked at it when he heard the sound. He first said hello, and then he explained: "Yu Ge, we are cooking! Just big brother took me and Weng Shu went to the mountain to catch the pheasant! Here is true. Interesting, the pheasant is so stupid, actually stupid to the edge of our feet, rushing to add food to us hahaha!"

"..."

Yu Yu suddenly did not know how to answer.

Yin Yan put the last spoonful of chicken on the plate, put down the spatula and turned to the front of Yu, bent over and grabbed one of his hands, and put the plate on it, saying: "Take the front to the front, put the tableware on."

The plate is very large, and the potatoes inside are so hot that they are sharp and very heavy.

Yu Yu reflexively stretched out the other hand to hold the plate in Yin Yan's hand, smelling the smell of chicken, looking at the heat from the chicken and the Yin Yan, the brain seemed to have 10,000 pheasants screaming. Flying over, he asked: "You... will cook?" Will you use the soil stove in the countryside?

Yin Yan did not answer, only the corner of his mouth faintly up.

"My brother will certainly cook. When he went abroad to study abroad, he lived outside for several years and practiced a superb cooking skill!" Yin Le saw the needle, exaggeratedly told his own brother a good word, and wit out the big brother. It was this time to learn the cooking skills in order to please Hanya.

However, thinking of this, he has some doubts. Han Ya is a woman who pursues "style" and loves western food. Therefore, the big brother mainly learns western food. He usually does not touch Chinese food. He did not expect to have a shot today. The Chinese food is actually better than the western food. Great!

Yu Yu feels that the younger brother of this "dead" seems to be too enthusiastic about himself. In his heart, he once again made a guilty conscience instead of "Yin Yan". He laughed and said that it was a reconciliation, and he quickly took the dish forward. The house has gone.

There is no food in the kitchen. Fortunately, there is a small vegetable garden outside the backyard. There are some winter vegetables, plus the pheasant that is delivered to the door. A simple lunch with a vegetarian meal is ready.

The fragrant potatoes are roast chicken, the refreshing and pleasant fried cabbage, the appetizing palatable hot and sour cabbage, the good-looking tomato and egg soup, and a dish of farm-made pickles. Although the dishes are small, they are full of weight and are very tasty.

Yin Le’s mouthful of oily eyes completely disappeared from the image of the young master. After eating, he did not forget the big brother who cooked his own hard work. He said, “Brother, this cooking is getting better and better. I still want to eat rabbit meat. Let's go to the mountains and catch the hare in the afternoon."

"Go and wipe your face."

Yin Yan did not respond to his request, but looked at Yu Yu, who was always silent on his side, and asked: "Is it full?"

Yu Yu, who had not eaten a meal so long after being so busy, was asked a moment, nodded, shook his head, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him and walking quickly toward the backyard.

"Ok???"

In the eyes of Yin Le, the light of the gossip flashed.

Weng Xiping consciously got up and began to clean up the dishes.

Turning the door closed, Yu Yu turned to face Yin Yan, the fingers hanging on his side were tight, and he took a deep breath and asked: "You said that you are the soul of my body, what evidence can be proved? ?"

Yin Yan moved the arm that had just been smashed by him and replied: "My consciousness is not clear when you are in your body, sometimes there is no, so there are not many things to remember."

"You fell from the bed when you were three years old. When you were six years old, you were crossing the road in the back mountain. When you were eight years old, you last wetbed, and when you were six, the first dream was -"