Ye Jiuze had a dream that was too realistic,
He found that he had become a lonely and wild ghost,
Drifting on the familiar yet unfamiliar streets,
Following his instincts, he turned the corner,
Arriving at the permanent skewer stall.
He saw his bad friend,
This idiot ordered a table full of skewers and opened six bottles of beer.
As he ate, his mouth was dripping with oil, and he cried his heart out. It was as if he had just had his eighteenth girlfriend, but she ran away with someone else.
He went through it,
Sitting in an empty seat,
Staring at his bad friend to eat and drink.
He thought that this guy was going to start singing "Love is a bubble" again, but he didn't expect his bad friend to touch his pocket for a while and put a one-inch photo on the table.
Ye Jiuze was happy,
When he took a look... Oh my god,
This face..,
Wasn't it him?
"Ye, you f * cking left just like that!" His bad friend blew out his snot bubbles and splashed on the photo,
"You still haven't paid me back the 50 yuan phone bill!
Are we still brothers! "
Ye Jiuze:...
"F * cking heartless man." His bad friend wiped his tears and swallowed three skewers of tripe,
He gulped down a few mouthfuls of beer. "You won't even give me 50 yuan!"
Ye Jiuze:...
So I'm not f * cking worth 50 yuan?
Ye Jiuze's face twisted,
He was about to give this fool a slap,
But he found that his hand had passed through his cheek,
And because of inertia,
Even his entire ghost pounced over, passing through his bad friend's body... landing in an obscure interweaving of light and shadow.
"Rumble, rumble..." This was the sound of the wheels of a train.
Ye Jiuze's face turned pale and he turned his head abruptly. His gaze passed through the carriage and landed on the seat at the back.
There were four seats, and three people were sitting there.
One of them was an elegant man with a smile on his face, and the other was a beautiful, mature woman. Sitting across from them was the immature "Ye Jiuze", who looked excited and joyful, and shone with the energy of a sixteen or seventeen year old youth.
Ye Jiuze trembled. His eyes were sore, and his heart ached again and again.
"Dad, I, your son, am about to enter university!"
The young man emphasized, "I definitely have to introduce myself. How should I explain myself to make my name more domineering?"
The scholarly man smiled gently, but there was also a hint of malice in his eyes. "The name Ye Jiuze is very meaningful."
The woman glared at him and pursed her lips.
"After a tree receives the blessing of rain and dew for a long time, it will start to scatter its leaves."
A long period of grace from the rain and dew, and having children … Ye Jiuze?
The teenager was speechless.
Old man, can you not flirt with my mother in front of me?
"Dad really can't do it. If it were me, your son, I would definitely be able to hit the mark!"
What kind of father raised what kind of son. Ye Jiuze's ability to shoot off his mouth was not just for show.
The elegant man revealed a look that said, "Son, your father is very disappointed in you." "First, you have to have a wife … Oh no, I overestimated you. You have to have a girlfriend first."
The teenager was speechless.
I'm so angry, I don't want to talk!
The familiar conversation, the familiar scene, the familiar … them …
Ye Jiuze approached step by step. It was as if he was dancing on the tip of a knife, and the pain was heart-wrenching.
He could not say anything, nor could he do anything. He could only watch, even if his tears wet his clothes.
"We're going into the tunnel."
The woman took out a thin shirt from the suitcase and put it on the young man. "This tunnel is very long and very cold. Cover yourself. Don't catch a cold."
"Mom, I'm not a child anymore …"
"Only a child would emphasize that he is not a child."
The young man: …
It was really sad to be criticized by his parents every day = =
The light suddenly dimmed. Without the light, the train's sensor lights automatically turned on.
However, the surrounding air was cold, so cold that it made people shiver.
Don't drive … Don't drive …
Ye Jiuze stood in the carriage and ran madly to the driver's seat. Don't drive!
Don't go over!
He passed through the crowd, moving as fast as the wind. However, when he passed through the driver's door, he suddenly heard a loud roar — the tunnel had collapsed!
Thousands of tons of boulders came crashing down from above. Even if the train was made of steel, it would still be smashed into a pile of mud!
Just as he ran into the driver's seat, he saw a black shadow flash in front of him, and the driver was crushed into a meat patty …
The thick smell of blood permeated the narrow air. The boulders had crushed the train, taking away countless lives in an instant.
Wails, screams, and after a short commotion, there was dead silence.
Ye Jiuze slowly turned his head. His gaze seemed to penetrate through space and returned to the scene of the incident.
Dad, Mom …
He would always remember the scene where his mother made a prompt decision to throw herself at him, and his father spread his body to protect them … At that time, he could not even react to what had happened before his face was splashed with blood.
His legs and ribs were broken. He was diagnosed with hysteria. He was treated in the hospital for a year, crying and howling day and night, but he … still survived …
One day, the old man in the ward next door had a rare moment of sobriety. He said, "You have three lives: your father, your mother, and yourself."
As if he had been stimulated by something, he suddenly came to his senses.
After he was discharged from the hospital, he went to the cemetery and hugged two cold tombstones.
The black and white photo on them was very eye-catching. They were smiling, but he was crying.
The living cry and the dead laugh, why does it seem like years to meet?
He took the college entrance examination that year and entered the prestigious university that he had wanted to enter but could not get into. He vowed to live happily and live a carefree life from then on.
He had a few good friends, a girl he liked, a dog … He had an inexplicable adventure, but the most unforgettable thing in his heart was still the time before he was seventeen years old.
Family, he wanted to go home.
Go home …
…
Ye Jiuze woke up from a dream. His head was full of sweat, and his stomach was twitching. It was obvious that he was too hungry.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the Tibetan Mastiff sticking out its big tongue and brushing his face to cool down. Kimimaro and a bunch of listless dogs were surrounding his tatami, watching.
Ye Jiuze: "… How long did I sleep?"
"The whole day." Kimimaro said softly, "You have been crying … saying that you want to go home."
Ye Jiuze covered his eyes and smiled. "Yes, go home."
He slowly got up from the bed, hugged the Tibetan Mastiff, and kissed it. Under the Tibetan Mastiff's confused eyes, he happily dragged each dog over and kissed them.
Finally, he used a head pat and knocked over Kimimaro. "I'm going home."
"In the future, wherever you are, it will be my home."
There was only one sentence, critical hit instant kill!
The dogs rubbed their paws, looking at the sky and the ground, but not at their colleagues. What nonsense are you talking about?!
Oh, forget it, I didn't look at you for so long in vain.
Ye Jiuze stretched, washed, took a shower, squatted on the toilet, and rushed to the convenience store to buy a bunch of food.
There was one good thing about the lunchboxes in Japanese stores. The fresh lunchboxes in the morning would be sold at a 50% discount in the evening. You could buy two lunchboxes for the same amount of money, and the taste was quite fresh. It was the choice of many working students.
Ye Jiuze finished the rice ball and wandered around in the convenience store.
He raised his arm from time to time, so that the pattern on the back of his hand was particularly eye-catching.
He was not blind. He had discovered it when he was taking a shower.
But he had seen all kinds of big scenes. It was just a pattern. The decals of Kenzan's disguise were too high!
He didn't care, so naturally he didn't hide it until he went out with the convenience bag and met a man.
The man had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth. His gray hair was a little messy, and his clothes were quite untidy.
He hid in the half-light, half-dark border. A pair of eyes that could see through the vicissitudes of life stared at … the back of his hand. The look in his eyes was obscure.
He seemed to be hesitating about something, but also seemed to be in a dilemma.
Ye Jiuze stared at him warily. He felt that this man with a dejected face, as if he had lost his spouse, must be a pervert!
If he wanted to kidnap and sell him, he would give him a Yin and Yang Transformation!
The man sighed. It was not clear what was going through his mind, but he walked over quietly.
He looked to be in his late twenties, but his face was extremely old, and even … there was a layer of death aura around him.
He strolled to a place not far from Ye Jiuze and shook the back of his hand.
There was also a complicated pattern engraved on it, sticking to the wrinkled skin. It was like a blend of life and death, beautiful and sorrowful.
"Let's talk …" The man's voice was hoarse. "My name is … Jiantong Wild Goose Night."
Ye Jiuze was extremely vigilant. He felt that he might have encountered a local mafia in Japan.
Looking at the man's expression that said, "You are also a member of the big FFF organization," he could not help but feel sorry for himself.
Oh my god, wasn't it just a pattern on the back of his hand?
How did it coincidentally match the secret code of the mafia organization?
The man obviously thought that he was a new member. Was he going to drag him into a pyramid scheme?
Ye Jiuze couldn't help but take a step back.
Jiantong Wild Goose Night let out a long sigh and said, "I don't have any bad intentions. I just feel that you are very much like … the daughter of an old friend of mine."
There it was, the classic phrase that human traffickers often used, "I am your mother's friend!"
"That's why I can't help but want to say something to you. I promise, I don't have any bad intentions."
There it was, the sincere and passionate tone and declarative words that human traffickers often used!
Wild Goose Night lowered his voice and pointed at the back of his hand. "You … hurry up and summon your servant, or hide!
The war is about to start … you will die. "
There it was, human traffickers exaggerating the truth and pretending to be a chuunibyou to gain the trust of a child!
"If, if you lack a medium and don't know magic … come with me, I can secretly teach you."
Wild Goose Night also knew that what he was doing was strange, but he couldn't do something that would let the little girl sacrifice herself in the Holy Grail War.
Children should live well …
However, when his appearance and tone fell into Ye Jiuze's eyes, it became — once again, a human trafficker throwing out the bait of "I'll let you play Arena of Valor with my tablet" to lure children!
Ye Jiuze grabbed the shopping bag and said, "Uncle, we don't have a date."
Wild Goose Night: …
He didn't seem to have any luck with children?
Just as Wild Goose Night was at a loss of what to do, the two dogs that were hiding in the alley popped their heads out.
Saishomaru: "Woof?" Should we make a move?
Gilgamesh: "Woof woof woof …" This cultivator was still useful. He seemed to have a medium.
Without another word, they came to an agreement. First, they had to squeeze Wild Goose Night dry of his value. At least wait until the owner summoned his servant, then they could consider whether or not to kill him.
Due to the poor communication, Wild Goose Night decided to leave.
The golden retriever couldn't help but run out of the alley and bite Ye Jiuze's sleeve, dragging him in the direction of Wild Goose Night.
"F * ck!
Stupid dog!
What are you doing?
What are you doing!
Let go! "
The golden retriever spat out her sleeve, looking extremely angry. It actually chased after Wild Goose Night's footsteps.
Ye Jiuze was stunned. Even if they couldn't kidnap a child, they had to kidnap a dog?
Are human traffickers so good at their business now?
Since they couldn't sell people, they would sell dogs. That was amazing!
Even though he thought about it, he still followed the golden retriever's footsteps and chased after Wild Goose Night.
Behind them, White Firewood lightly leaped onto the roof and quietly followed.
He saw a man in the distance. There was also a seal on the back of his hand. The man raised his gun and aimed at Ye Jiuze for a long time before finally putting it down.
Vaguely, he heard the man spit out, "I can't … kill … a child like Iliya."
He couldn't do it …
Should he say that it was useless or tactful?
However, he let him go for now.