Xiao Hei?

Who is Xiao Hei?

Why does it sound so familiar?

Liang Haoran frowned and thought for a long time, but still couldn't remember anything.

He always felt that the girl in front of him gave him a sense of familiarity, and the name "Xiao Hei" also gave him the illusion that he had heard it many times.

How is that possible? It was clearly the first time they met.

The confusion on his face became even more pronounced.

Wei Mian became even more certain when she saw his expression. He was almost like this when she first saw Xiao Hei in her previous life. Because he had just been refined into a little ghost not long ago, he didn't have much karma on his body, so she wanted to save him.

Imps aren't inherently evil, it's just that most people who own them use them for evil things, and over time, imps have gotten a worse and worse reputation.

Since taking it over, Xiao Hei began to practice with Wei Mian using his vital energy under her guidance. In addition, he also benefited a lot from the golden light of merit bestowed by heaven for Wei Mian's good deeds.

At this moment, Wei Mian's lips moved slightly, she opened her third eye and looked at Liang Haoran's soul.

His translucent soul, like that of an ordinary person, was surrounded by a circle of light golden red.

The red mixed in with the gold is really very light, so light that even a Feng Shui master cannot detect it. But no matter how light it is, it is still the real golden light of merit.

This is exactly the same as what happened to Xiao Hei in his previous life!

This made her heart surge with indescribable joy! Meeting someone familiar in another era thousands of years later was definitely a happy thing!

Even though this person seemed to no longer recognize her, Wei Mian still wanted him to live as well as possible.

"Boss Liang, if you have time, send your son over here more often. I'll train him so he can be my assistant!"

Liang Jun was confused. He admitted that his son was very outstanding, but he shouldn't be so outstanding that people would fall in love with him at first sight, right?

Wei Mian was still waiting for his answer. Liang Jun didn't dare delay and said quickly, "I can agree to this, but to be honest, Master, my son has been diagnosed with depression and autism, and is not suitable for meeting people or working. If you need an assistant, I can introduce you to someone with better abilities."

This is the truth. He is not short of money. Now he only has Liang Haoran as his son. If he doesn't consider him, who else should he consider? Of course, he has to let him live the life he wants.

So even if it meant offending the master, he still wanted to fight for his son.

Wei Mian waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, your son's illness will be cured in no time."

When he heard that the disease could be cured, Liang Jun immediately stopped objecting. His attitude changed 180 degrees and he kept nodding in agreement.

As long as the disease can be cured, he won’t be afraid to see people anymore. Even if he is paralyzed, he will have to find someone to carry him here every day!

After that, Liang Jun often sent Liang Haoran to the small western-style building. The first few times, he couldn't help but follow him secretly. If the master didn't let him in, he would wait outside the yard, but Wei Mian let him in every time.

Then something happened that shocked Liang Jun. It was obvious that the master did nothing. He just let Haoran walk in the yard every day and talked to him occasionally. There was nothing special about him. However, the child slowly changed.

Although Liang Jun is Liang Haoran's father, every time he approaches Liang Haoran can't help but frown, and even feels a little resistant.

But after observing for some time, he found that no matter which of the three people in the small courtyard approached him, he had no reaction.

Even when the master was talking to him, the child knew to look at him and looked completely normal.

Sometimes when the master is not around, Liang Haoran can stay comfortably alone under the grape trellis in the backyard. That seems to be his favorite place, and he can often stay there for an entire afternoon.

So Liang Jun sent people to the courtyard more frequently, at least five days a week.

It was not until half a month later that the child, who had not spoken to him for several years, suddenly spoke.

"Dad, thank you for your hard work."

The moment Liang Jun heard this, he felt a heat rushing to his eyes, and some liquid fell uncontrollably.

He turned his back to Liang Haoran, tears streaming down his face, his gratitude towards the master reaching its peak.

But Wei Mian refused to accept the money and said that it was their fate. Liang Jun was a grateful person, so he could only deliver food to the small building in different ways every day.

Wei Mian naturally felt the changes in Liang Haoran more intuitively than Liang Jun. In fact, even if he didn't come to the small building, he would slowly recover, but the speed would definitely be much slower than coming here.

It will probably take two to three years.

There was a spirit gathering array set up by Wei Mian in the small western-style building, and she would occasionally use spiritual energy to guide the qi in Liang Haoran's body, so his recovery speed naturally increased exponentially.

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Time always flies by unknowingly, especially during the happy holidays.

Wei Mian did not go to the new student reception at the beginning of the school year. Even Feng Jing was not very interested in it. She came back early and went straight to the small western-style building to stay at home with Wei Mian. They stayed at home for three days before lazily going to school to report.

As usual, we were excited to see each other at the beginning of the school year, but within two days, the excitement was gone, and we continued eating, drinking, attending classes and leaving school every day as usual.

Graduation is getting closer and closer, and people have to look for jobs and internships in their senior year, so many people start working hard at this time.

Feng Jing does not have a "special skill" like Wei Mian. She will look for a job after graduation. If she can't find one in Qingping, she will have to go back and prepare for the civil service exam according to her family's plan. So she wants to take some more practical certificates while she is still in school, so that she can show off her skills in the future work. So she recently applied for accounting certificates, fire protection certificates, tour guide qualifications and the like.

In the sophomore year, most of the students in the class passed the CET-4 and CET-6 exams. Even Wei Mian, who was a poor English learner, passed them after working hard for a long time.

But she didn't plan to take any of the exams Feng Jing had taken, as they wouldn't be useful anyway.

Feng Jing didn't really want to go back to her hometown. She always felt that life there would be too routine and she could almost see death at a glance, so she wanted to work outside for a few years and then go back if she couldn't make it.

Feng's parents didn't force her. Even if Feng Jing couldn't support herself, they could still support her. Besides, there was nothing wrong with a young girl staying out for a few years to gain some experience and avoid being easily cheated in the future.

Recently, Feng Jing has been going to Baozhong Building to take accounting classes every night. After studying for a period of time, she can take the exam. Only if she passes can she obtain the accounting qualification. If she is interested in continuing to take higher exams, she can take the exam again.

Wei Mian rarely saw her except when she was in class during the day. However, that night she suddenly called him, her voice sounding a bit anxious.

"Mianmian, look at the picture I sent you on WeChat. Why are the edges of my amulet all fuzzy? I promise I didn't get burned, but it kept heating up for no reason. I almost got burned. When I took it out, it looked like this. I remember you mentioned this before. Does this mean I have that around me?"

When she said this, Feng Jing's tone changed, with an obvious tremor in her voice.