Having said that, Jianzi's father paused and sighed deeply. "Besides, you and he both possess abilities that ordinary people don't have." Hearing this, Yotsuya Kenko showed hesitation, but finally bit her lower lip and nodded. Then, she looked at her father walking towards the living room and warned him carefully. "Well, father, you have to be mentally prepared." "Mental preparation?" Seeing his son's father waved his hand and smiled generously. "I'm already old, how can I be nervous talking to a half-grown child? Don't worry." ....... The father who saw his son was full of confidence.
He is just a high school boy. As a former head of a family who has experienced many years of hardships and is mature and steady, I must take the initiative in the conversation. He must find out whether this boy named Ye Xing has any improper thoughts about his daughter. This old father's persistence is the last obsession of seeing his son's father. He had even thought of a powerful opening, but the moment he stepped into the living room, he froze. "Are you here? Please take a seat." Ye Xing was seen sitting cross-legged on the ground, with the portrait and tablet of Jianzi's father in front of him. What's even more outrageous is. He also held a pudding in his hand. Seeing his son's father, he was stunned. "You...what you took, couldn't it be..." "Yes." Ye Xing replied nonchalantly. "It's the pudding you're given." Seeing him admit it directly, Jianzi's father was completely stunned. Stealing offerings to the dead? That's outrageous enough. What’s even more outrageous is that he ate it in front of the person he was being worshipped! Only now did he understand what his daughter meant when she told him to be mentally prepared. This kid...
Are you mentally ill? Looking at Jianzi's stunned father, Ye Xing was very confident and his main point was that it was natural. "I thought you couldn't eat it, so it would be a waste to leave it here, so why not give it to me?" Jianzi's father had a very complicated expression. He looked at the pudding in Yexing's hand, smacked his lips, and finally, he could only sigh helplessly. "Okay, okay, you are a guest after all, eat if you want." Jianzi's father tried hard to calm himself down and looked serious as much as possible. He walked over slowly and sat cross-legged next to Yexing. Before he could open his mouth and deliver the powerful opening remarks he had already prepared, he was completely overwhelmed by an action and a word from the other party. Ye Xing handed a stick of incense to Jianzi's father and smiled very naturally. "You have nothing to do anyway, why don't you burn some incense for yourself?" 021 I will take care of your wife and children, so you don’t have to worry. "Ah this..." The father of the child looked confused and didn't know how to respond to this. Light some incense for yourself? Why do I feel this behavior is a bit outrageous? "Kidding." Ye Xing shook his head and said with a chuckle. Then he lit the incense in his hand, inserted it in front of the portrait of Jianzi's father, put his hands together, bent slightly and bowed, muttering a prayer. "I hope the deceased will bless me, and let me have a beautiful girl throw herself into my arms every week... no, every day. It would be best if I could be a cat girl. Thank you very much." Listening to Ye Xing's extremely pious tone and the outrageous content of his prayer, Jianzi's father was speechless. Are there beautiful girls throwing themselves at you every day? And the whole cat girl? He doesn't have that ability. Besides, praying for blessings from the deceased is something we do silently in our hearts. How can we say it out loud? Are we afraid that others won't hear it? Evaluated as the innate abstract holy body. Jianzi's father shook his head, put aside the complicated emotions in his heart, coughed twice, and then spoke. "Student Yexing, I can sense that you seem to be different from ordinary people." Then, Jianzi's father seemed to remember something and quickly added a sentence. "I mean the body, not the brain."
"Yin and Yang?" "I didn't mean that at all, don't think too much about it." After a few short conversations, Jianzi's father, who had been worried about his daughter, was completely relieved. He doesn't quite understand what type his daughter likes. But ninety-nine percent of the time, it is definitely not as abstract as the night stars. To what extent is the night star abstract? It even makes people ignore his outstanding appearance when talking to him. All that comes into view is abstraction. When abstraction reaches its extreme, it becomes an art. This is what the great painter Van Gogh pursued throughout his life. "Okay, enough chatter." The frivolous and lazy smile on Ye Xing's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a serious look. He looked at the ghost of Yotsuya Miko's father and asked slowly. "Can you feel anything different about the long sword that Jianzi and I brought back today?" "Well... there is indeed." Yotsuya Miko's father stroked his chin and spoke thoughtfully. "Although the long sword has not been unsheathed, I sensed a very uneasy atmosphere before you even entered the house. If this was not my home before I died, I would have wanted to escape as soon as possible." "That's it." While listening, Ye Xing took out the black notebook and wrote on it. "Well... it has a very strong deterrent effect on ordinary ghosts." Then, Ye Xing asked again. "Do you know if there is any place where evil spirits and ghosts dare not set foot?" “This, indeed, exists.” Yotsuya Kenko's father replied without much hesitation, scratching his head. "There are several locations, namely..." After writing down all the places mentioned by the other party, Ye Xing couldn't help but frowned slightly. He had anticipated the several shrines in Kyoto. After all, in the original plot, Yotsuya Miko went to the shrine to pray and gained the ability to summon the twins to destroy evil spirits three times.
But why is there an inappropriate and cheerful name among the names of several shrines? McDonald's? Are you trying to make fun of me? Just a second thought. Seeing the father of his son, there is no reason to deceive himself. As the saying goes, a dying man's words are good. According to this logic, for a dead person to meet his son's father, that would be a super double blessing, an act of kindness upon kindness. The most important thing is, you should be able to understand by looking at the other person's appearance. Having the ability of Yin-Yang eyes is not a good thing for Yotsuya Miko. It was a malicious joke from God. "Well, there's nothing else I want to ask you." Hearing Ye Xing's words, Jian Zi's father nodded, then his face turned serious and he spoke in a deep voice. "Student Yexing, although this is the first time we meet, I have a request that I hope you can agree to." "Well, please tell me." "I hope you can protect Jianzi's safety." Faced with the father's sincere and almost pleading words, Ye Xing just shook his head. "I'm sorry, I can't promise you." The father was stunned for a moment: "Why?" "First of all, I can't even protect myself." Yexing shrugged and smiled. "Secondly, are you sure that your wish to see your son is really just to live a peaceful life?" Hearing this question, the father could only remain silent. He knew that his daughter, although she appeared to have a three-no character on the surface, was actually a kind-hearted girl who was willing to help others. Should he, as a father, tell Jianzi not to think about being a good person and just take care of himself? He really couldn't bring himself to say it. "but." Just when Ye Xing saw his son's father's complicated mood, he suddenly changed the subject. "What I can promise is that I will find a way to make Jianzi have the ability to fight against evil spirits, just like myself."
Hearing this, his father sighed helplessly and stretched out his right hand to shake hands with Ye Xing. "Then I'll leave it to you, Ye Xingjun." "OK, I will take care of your wife and children, you don't have to worry." Seeing his son's father's face gradually becoming transparent, a speechless look emerged, and he only left one last sentence before disappearing completely. "You, kid, really opened my eyes." ......
