matchmaking

Luo Youning didn't have a lot of luggage, and there was nothing to pack except for the daily change of clothes.

Since Yu Bingwen's death, the house has hardly changed much.

He raised the curtains so that day and night were dark enough to enter the dead bedroom; he set the alarm clock so that the morning alarm would be enough to wake up the empty bedroom.

He folded the quilts for the two of them and placed Yu Bingwen's cell phone by the bed.Even if he doesn't live in this family, he still hopes that everything will be as usual.

Slippers in the entrance, towels in the bathroom, and tableware in the kitchen are always in pairs.For more than a long year, he has always spent it like this. He refused to erase the slightest trace of Yu Bingwen's existence. He tried his best to make everything as usual, as if that person was still alive.

Yu Bingwen just went on a business trip, and Yu Bingwen just hasn't come back yet.

Luo Youning sat alone on the head of the bed with his back bent. He lowered his head and buried his face in his palms. No extra tears could flow from his dry eyes.

What self-deception brings will eventually be endless pain.

Qiao Jing was next door, but there was no movement at all.

So when Luo Youning first heard the sound coming from the bathroom, he thought it was Qiao Jing.

But the sound of splashing water kept coming, and it seemed to be intensifying.

He stood up and called "Qiao Jing" a few times, but it was quiet outside, as if no one was there at all.

He suspected that the faucet was not turned off properly, and wondered if the water pipe had burst again.

The house is too old, as long as no one lives in it for a few days, the popularity will disappear, and problems such as prying up of the floor, bubbling of the wall, and leaking water pipes will come one after another.

He walked out of the bedroom, stood in the living room, wandering around—

The living room was empty, the next bedroom was empty, the kitchen was empty.

The inside and outside of the house are empty, and Qiao Jing is nowhere to be found.

The sound of water gurgling from the bathroom became clearer and harsher, and Luo Youning thought of the man with the ax for a moment.Worried that something happened to Qiao Jing, he almost ran into the bathroom.

Fortunately, the bathroom is also empty, nothing unusual.It's just that the faucet on the washbasin was unscrewed to the end, and the rusty-red molten iron kept gushing out, filling the porcelain-white basin half full, like a basin filled with blood.

Luo Youning vaguely recalled that the water seemed to be cut off a few days ago, maybe he forgot to turn it off when he was testing the water.

He didn't dare to think about those weird things, he just stretched out his arms to turn the faucet.

The mirror facing me was foggy, as if it hadn't been wiped clean.

He didn't dare to look in the mirror, tried turning the faucet a few times, the rusty water was still gushing out, and it was getting more and more full, and soon overflowed from the edge of the basin, splashing all over the floor.

The pale ground contained the ever-expanding pools of molten iron, and the color was as red as thick blood dripping from someone's neck.

Luo Youning took two steps back, he suddenly felt that the bathroom was very dark.

The sunlight that strayed in by the window disappeared, the low-hanging lights of the dome dimmed, and the evil spirit opened up his deep resentment, and a huge shadow covered it, and the dull darkness was like a dark cloud that crushed the city, making people breathless.

He tried to escape from the bathroom, but his feet seemed to be nailed in place, and suddenly he couldn't move.

Breathing more and more quickly, cold sweat seeped from his forehead, and he heard the voice from the opposite mirror.

clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang clang

It seemed that someone was struggling to get out of it.

Luo Youning raised his head abruptly, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the man in the black suit standing opposite the mirror.

He couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel his malice.

He walked towards him quickly, and he raised his ax towards him, and he slashed at him.

The light tube above his head exploded along with the mirror at that moment, the loud shattering sound made his eardrums ache, and the glass shards splashed across his head and face even fell into his hair and collar, scratching his body with cuts and bruises.

Luo Youning thought that the huge ax would hit him, but suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and pulled him away, and he fell to the ground.

The dull darkness was suddenly shattered by the sudden drop of light.

The bath light on the dome was bright, and he faced the sharp glass shards all over the floor, while Qiao Jing stood behind him and grabbed his collar.

"—you saw that man again?"

Luo Youning hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Qiao Jing helped him up, and carefully removed the glass debris between the ends of his hair: "Go and change your clothes, let's go."

By the time the two returned to the car with their luggage, it was almost twelve noon.

The sun was in full bloom, and the car was scorching hot inside and out under the sun.

Qiao Jing opened the car door to ventilate, and then adjusted the air conditioner in the car to the coldest.

Luo Youning stood opposite the car, his eyes were at a loss.

Qiao Jing noticed that there were still fine bloodstains on his cheeks.The winding bloodstains on the snow-white skin are like cracks on the body of a porcelain figure, conspicuous and dazzling one by one.

The two stood in silence for a while, and when the temperature in the car dropped, they got into the car together again.

Qiao Jing was not in a hurry to drive, and only waited for Luo Youning to fasten his seat belt before saying: "We will go to Yongning Temple in the afternoon."

Luo Youning raised his head to look at him, he thought for a while, and said in a low voice, "It's useless to pray to God and Buddha."

Qiao Jing suddenly asked him: "Do you know what's in that porcelain jar in the back seat?"

Luo Youning couldn't help but glance back, he shook his head.

Qiao Jing said in a low voice, "It's filled with new soil from Yu Bingwen's grave."

Luo Youning looked at Qiao Jing blankly. At this moment, his mind was blank, and all he remembered was the familiarity he had when he saw the porcelain pot.

"In the few days after Bingwen's death, every night I dreamed that he was standing by my bedside, hesitating to speak," Qiao Jing said in a low voice, without saying a word, "then someone found a knowledgeable master for me, and he Let me take the soil from the grave of the deceased back home on the first seven days, and make offerings in a special way, so that the ghost of the deceased can be summoned."

Luo Youning was stunned for a while, only to feel that the words from Qiao Jing's mouth seemed like a fairy tale.

"I just... want to talk to him," Qiao Jing said, "He died a violent death, and he can't enter reincarnation before the end of his lifespan. He can only stay in the world temporarily as a lonely ghost. The master told me that it is better to let him live in the wilderness." Please go home and feed."

Luo Youning subconsciously clenched his fists, and when he spoke again, his throat was dry and hoarse: "Then he is back?"

"I'm back," Qiao Jing raised her head slightly, and slowly closed her eyes to hide the pain in her eyes. "I heard a knock on the door that night, and when I opened it, I saw him...but he still refused to enter my house. You just started When you said you met Bingwen, I thought you were talking about him."

"No," Luo Youning shook his head, "I thought it was him...but it wasn't him. He never came to look for me. The person I saw was never him..."

"I don't know any secrets between you and Bingwen. If you don't want to talk about it, let it go." Qiao Jing didn't want to force him, so she said, "I'll take you to see the knowledgeable master now. If you have anything to do, feel free to talk to him." Say it."