The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 27

Awakened by the knock on the door, Ning Xingruan opened his somewhat astringent eyes, and reluctantly responded with a hoarse voice.

In his sleep, he hugged the quilt and curled up into a ball, his body was sweating profusely, his heart felt like a stone was pressed, he had to take a deep breath to relieve the dullness in his chest.

Putting his hand on his forehead, he closed his eyes again, frowning tightly between his brows, his face pale.

He had a very bad dream, as if he dreamed of a ancestral hall, just behind the cliff that he saw yesterday.The walls of the ancestral hall were depressing red and black. When he walked in, he saw that there were no altars and tablets in the empty ancestral hall, only a chair.

The chair was densely covered with yellow talismans, a few ropes were hanging down from the beam, tied to the armrests of the chair, and countless yellow talismans were pasted on the ropes.

The cinnabar yellow talisman, in the eerie and gloomy room, there echoed the screams that seemed to come from hell.

He has never been to such an ancestral hall, but for some reason, he always feels that the scene is somewhat familiar, as if he has seen it before.

Amidst the screams, he saw the tablet exposed on the chair, and he could only vaguely see the word Ning, and his heart seemed to sink into a bottomless abyss in an instant.

Pretty sure he knew his name was on it.

Ning Xingruan was wrapped in a quilt, his heart couldn't stop beating wildly, and the ominous sense of fear made him fall into panic again.

Is it really over...

Biting his nails uneasily, he felt as if he had broken into a thick fog, looking around in a daze, unable to see the direction.

"What's the matter, are you uncomfortable?" The door was pushed open, and Mr. Yu walked in and asked concerned.

Only then did Ning Xingruan notice that it was not Uncle Liu calling him outside the door, but Mr. Yu.Glancing through the window, the sun was shining brightly outside, and it was getting late. He forced himself to get up, and smiled a little: "Maybe I slept too late yesterday..."

Mr. Yu frowned slightly, and stretched out his hand towards him. The cool back of his hand pressed against his forehead, and then stroked his cheek gently twice: "Get up and eat before going to sleep."

Ning Xingruan's face was caressed, the haze in the dream faded slightly, a slight sweetness and a trace of shame appeared in his heart, he looked at Mr. Yu and said: "I want to go down the mountain to have a look..."

"Want me to accompany you?" Mr. Yu smiled.

Ning Xingruan nodded slightly, embarrassedly said: "I, I'm a little scared."

He has been rescued by Mr. Yu many times, and only when he is with Mr. Yu can he feel safe.

"Yes, but how will you pay me?" Mr. Yu put his hand on the back of Ning Xingruan's hand, and rubbed his palm lightly with his thumb, looking at him deeply.

Ning Xingruan seemed to understand what he meant, her face turned red in an instant, and she stammered, "Then, you can do whatever you want, you can do it."

"It's all right? If you say that, I won't be polite to you." He smiled meaningfully, his eyes swept over his lips and collarbone, and slowly moved down, sticky and greasy, as if through thin fabric Saw things that shouldn't be seen.

Ning Xingruan pulled the quilt carefully, put her legs together, and leaned forward slightly to cover the skin at the wide neckline.He never knew that people's eyes can also be warm.

With a chuckle, Mr. Yu walked out of the back room and asked him to get up and wash up first.

Only then did Ning Xingruan secretly heave a sigh of relief, and buried her head in the quilt for a long while before getting up to tidy up with a blushing face.

After changing his clothes, he was led by Mr. Yu to the dining room, and bumped into Uncle Liu who was preparing the meal.Ning Xingruan's heart skipped a beat, and she wanted to take back the hand that was being held shyly, and then she saw Uncle Liu raised his eyes, and a smile almost broke out on his wrinkled face.

He lowered his head deeply, not daring to move any more, so he followed Mr. Yu to the dining table, and he ate a meal that was both sweet and tormenting.

Mr. Yu did not hide the intimacy between the two of them at all, but Uncle Liu, who never appeared at meals in the past, did not know why today. He came to refill the pot of water, and brought a bowl of soup later, and even the spoon had to be delivered twice. come over.

Every time he came in, he glanced at Ning Xingruan and Mr. Yu with that kind of meaningful gaze. Whenever the two of them moved a little, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Ning Xingruan: ...

He lowered his head in embarrassment, and quietly looked at Mr. Yu from the corner of his eye, only to see that Mr. Yu was looking at him with a narrow smile.

Could it be that he is too thin-skinned?

When he finally went down the mountain, Ning Xingruan seemed to be running away, he didn't understand why Uncle Liu was staring at them all the time, his face was full of joy, even happier than his client.

Walking down the stone steps, Ning Xingruan was suddenly in a good mood as he watched the fine sunlight falling on the mountain road.

Another sunny day.

He walked forward and was brought back by the hand. Looking back puzzled, he saw Mr. Yu slowly leaning over, with a cool breath between his brows, and he said, "I want to ask for some compensation in advance."

"So that you don't have to come back and renege..."

The voice disappeared between the lips, and after a while, Ning Xingruan pursed his reddened lips and hummed softly, "Am I the kind of reckless person..."

"Yes, it's all my villainous heart, or you can take it back?" Mr. Yu flicked his sleeves and said solemnly.

Ning Xingruan turned her head and looked at him in disbelief. This, this is Mr. Yu?

Where did that cold, unsmiling Mr. Yu go? !

Along the way, insects sang and birds sang, and the low pressure that had spread around Surabaya Village a few days ago dissipated along with the gloomy dark clouds.When he came to the entrance of the village, he heard the sound of children playing, and the originally lifeless village became more lively.

With a smile spreading across his face, Ning Xingruan led Mr. Yu to walk briskly, but when he walked into the village, he was about to say hello to some old people under the tree, and the expressions of those people changed instantly, and they hurriedly turned and left .

Ning Xingruan's raised hand froze in mid-air awkwardly, his gaze fell behind a tree, where two children were hiding there and looking timidly at this side.Seeing him looking over, the child immediately hid back and ran away quickly.

"What is this for..." Ning Xingruan withdrew his hand in a daze, even the children avoided him, so it couldn't be because of the sacrifice, right?

It wasn't his fault that the sacrifice was not completed, he was also a victim!

Ning Xingruan was wronged and sad, but also a little angry.He hasn't held Fourth Master Ning and the others accountable yet, but now it's all his fault.

On the phone, Ning Pingyang only said that the village was a bit chaotic, but didn't elaborate on what was going on. He always thought that it was probably because the old people had objections to him, and his uncle was afraid that he would be troubled by the old people when he came back.

After all, he is a young guy, so it is not good to confront them head-on.

But now it seems that it is not just a matter of a few old people.

The good mood when he came back was gone, Ning Xingruan only felt that his heart was blocked by cotton, and he felt a little stuffy and uncomfortable.

Being gently hugged into his arms, with big hands stroking his back, Ning Xingruan allowed himself to relax, rubbing his head against Mr. Yu's shoulder.

"Why do you need to be as knowledgeable as them? A group of ignorant people can only be trapped in this village and slowly decay with it."

Mr. Yu's tone was indifferent and cold, he seemed to be angry.

Ning Xingruan felt warm in his heart, hummed lightly, and quietly grabbed the clothes on both sides of Mr. Yu's waist with his hands.

Isn't Surabaya Village like this all the time? Those who should go have gone, and those people are left after all.

He didn't need to be angry, it was them who were wrong, and he was never wrong.

"Let's go." Ning Xingruan raised his head reluctantly after rubbing against him twice more.

There was another light kiss between the eyebrows, and Mr. Yu looked over with his incomprehensible eyes, and said in an inexplicable tone, "I don't like this village."

Ning Xingruan replied seriously: "I don't like it either."

Mr. Yu laughed.

All the way into the village, except for the few people I met at the entrance of the village, no one else avoided him, but the furtive gaze still made him very uncomfortable.

Back home, Ning Pingyang was not there. Ning Xingruan was a little worried. He was afraid that the villagers would find him and take their anger out on Ning Pingyang.

"Should we go to the ancestral hall?" The only place he could think of was the ancestral hall.

Mr. Yu stretched out his hand to rub his head, and said in a low voice, "Then go and have a look."

Before reaching the ancestral hall along the main road, he saw Ning Pingyang walking towards him.

Ning Pingyang was surprised when he saw him, and after asking a few words, he thanked Mr. Yu for taking care of Ning Xingruan these days.

"Xingruan is lucky, he meets good people!" he said.

Ning Xingruan's hands behind his back were covered by his sleeves, and Mr. Yu grabbed and played with them carefully. He smiled at his uncle in embarrassment, and quickly took his hands back.

He hesitated for a moment, talked about what happened on the road, and finally asked, "How are Fourth Master Ning and the others?"

"They're fine, that is, they've been sick for two days, and they're all fine." Ning Pingyang waved his hand, look, aren't they all there.

Ning Xingruan looked in the direction he pointed, and saw several people standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

They were still the same as that day, wearing blue tops and hunched over.

Ning Xingruan stared at them, they looked straight at them, slowly raised their hands, and greeted him with a stiff expression on their faces.

The eyes widened, the corners of the mouth grinned, and even the angles were the same.

The movements are uniform, like a group of lifeless puppets.