Chapter 7
Song Yin's life suddenly became better. Before, no one cared about the life and death of a vegetative patient. Recently, not only did he eat better and was well taken care of, but someone was kind enough to invite a rehabilitation massage technician to rub and press his immobile limbs every day.
His body felt sore and refreshed.
But he didn't feel like a professional rehabilitation therapist.
Although Song Yin himself didn't know what a real masseur was like.
He just felt that this person didn't look like one.
However, all the good changes quickly diverted the attention of the little vegetative patient. His body felt dry, satisfied and comfortable little by little, and positive emotions immediately arose in his heart.
Song Yin lost his parents at a young age. He is a real poor boy. He lives in the Song family mansion. He should be like a poisonous weed that never sees the sun, growing wild and wild.
In fact, Song Yin is not a poor weed, but a sunny college student. He loves learning, life, and computer intelligence.
After all, he is at the lowest point in his life. At this time, as long as there is a little warmth in the cold world, Song Yin can do his best to hold the tiny light in his palm.
The physiotherapist exudes a faint scent of burning incense. When he gets close to Song Yin's nose, he can smell a little bit of burning paper money.
When he was a child, he followed the Song family and burned paper money for his parents. It was the smell of fireworks.
Song Yin was happy for a rare time. He didn't complain in his heart. He prepared to review the knowledge he had learned so that he wouldn't be rusty after being sick. Strings of mathematical formulas came out directly.
[p(x)=a0+a1x+a2x2+a3x3+…+anxn]
[aANDb=c, aORb=c, NOTa=c]
[f'(x)=lim h->0(f(x+h)-f(x))/h]
...
The person who gave him a massage was probably surrounded by countless formulas. He felt disgusted with many teachers of elementary school mathematics, junior high school mathematics, etc., and turned around and walked out.
Standing outside the house were Song's fifth uncle, eldest aunt, and bald second aunt. When the three of them saw the person coming out of the house, they anxiously surrounded him and asked questions at once.
"Master, are you sure that the thing inside isn't stained with something dirty?"
"Master, is there any way to subdue the evil spirit?"
"Master..."
The man called the master took off his white physiotherapist robe, revealing a yellow Taoist robe. He looked unhappy and sighed repeatedly, "Amitabha, Amitabha, it's very difficult, very difficult."
"The evil spirit inside is really powerful. The mantras they chanted are all digitally encrypted.
I'm sorry, this Taoist priest is really powerless." The fifth uncle immediately pulled the other party's Taoist robe and said with an uglier smile than crying, "Master, Master, I heard that you are the most famous Taoist priest on Xuanjin Mountain. Even if someone is insane, you can send him to your Taoist temple to get rid of the evil spirit and restore his sanity smoothly."
"Yes," said the second aunt, whose bald head was as clean as new, and the light was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. "We are asking you for a thousand talismans to exorcise evil spirits. As long as you can get rid of the people in the house quickly, we are willing to fast and chant Buddha every day."
The eldest aunt: I'm just joining in the fun.
The eldest aunt: If you fast and chant Buddha, you have to invite a monk to come back to pray for the souls. The
yellow-robed Taoist priest has been completely cheated. After all, he received 100,000 yuan in hard work fees from the victim. If he doesn't make some achievements, he will probably ruin his reputation.
Then he pinched his fingers and calculated, his expression became even more unfriendly, "This person's horoscope is particularly stiff, I'm afraid ordinary talismans will not be effective, we can only send him away."
Second aunt: "Send him to the crematorium?"
Fifth uncle: "Send him to Xuanjin Mountain?"
The Taoist priest said, "My Taoist temple is too small, it can't subdue such a horoscope."
He added, "But you can find someone with a horoscope more ferocious than his, use hard to overcome hard, and use soft to relieve soft, and transfer the disaster to other people."
This is all he said, the Taoist priest in yellow robe didn't want to say the rest in an absolute way, so as not to ruin his more than ten years of Taoist practice.
The second aunt followed up by asking, "Where can we find someone with a tougher horoscope than this brat?"
The Taoist priest in yellow robe collected money and helped people to eliminate disasters. He counted with his fingers and understood something in his mind, "There is an opportunity recently. You must always pay attention to it. Don't let the opportunity slip away, or you will regret it later."
The fifth uncle said, "But this one in the house..."
The Taoist priest in yellow robe said, "You must worship him well, otherwise he will have more resentment in his heart, and then you three will be the ones to suffer."
The eldest aunt waved her hands repeatedly, "It has nothing to do with me, I'm an honest person." The
Taoist priest in yellow robe sent him away, and a handsome young man dragging luggage appeared at the door of the Song family mansion. The three people standing at the door were originally frowning, but when they saw the handsome young man coming, they all shouted happily.
"Hehe, why are you here?!"
"What's the wind blowing today~" The second aunt was about to express her outward joy, but suddenly remembered the big pussy that her husband spanked. She was afraid of offending the eldest aunt who was watching the excitement, so she turned her bald head and said, "The weather forecast said that the southwest wind will blow recently, which is very cold."
Song He occasionally came to visit his grandfather's house. He just handed in his graduation thesis recently and was about to start his internship at the gallery.
Song He was just as the Song family evaluated him, a human-shaped little angel who had been immersed in a honey pot since childhood and never knew what human sorrow was. He was white-skinned, beautiful, and elegant. The lines on his body were as beautiful as the curves drawn by Dove charcoal pencils. It can be said that he was perfect.
Song He received a warm reception from everyone at the door of his house.
The eldest aunt looked up and down at her excellent nephew, pretending to be distressed and said, "It feels like I haven't seen you for half a year. Not only have you lost weight, but you have also become more beautiful. Tell me, why did you suddenly pack your luggage and come to live at grandpa's house?"
Song He tied his hair into a low ponytail, with a kind of neutral beauty that was difficult to distinguish between male and female, combining beauty and handsomeness into the best golden ratio.
He actually had a quarrel with his roommate in the dormitory and moved out of the school. If he went back home to live, his parents would definitely ask him all kinds of questions.
If he moved to live with grandpa, it would be very convenient and he could avoid being found by his roommate.
Song He found an excuse to get away with it, and the family happily went into the house to chat.
It was even more lively in the evening.
Grandpa Song followed the arrangement of his grandson and did not invite Song He's parents to come over. Instead, he took a group of people in the house and booked the most famous sky restaurant in Longcheng to enjoy a top-notch gourmet meal there.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they returned to the Song family's old house. A little girl in a nurse's uniform walked out of the side corridor of the main building, greeted everyone, and left in a hurry.
Song He had never seen this little girl in his grandfather's house, and couldn't help asking, "Who is this? Why have I never seen her before?"
The people in the Song family suddenly fell silent.
Only Old Master Song said slowly, "It's your brother Yin. He got into a car accident and became a vegetable. He's lying on the third floor."
He spoke slowly and without any special emotions. Even though Song Yin's father was once very outstanding, he had been dead for so many years. He didn't approve of his wife, and his children never flattered him.
People's hearts are indeed asymmetrical, and it's inevitable that there are some things that are important and some that are not.
Song He was particularly sad when he heard this, and his eyes were immediately soaked with tears. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Second Aunt held his hand and soothed him, "You study art, and your homework is so busy. Besides, telling you won't help you much."
Yes, his relationship with Song Yin was not particularly good.
Even so, Song He still expressed the necessary concern and said, "Then let me go and see Brother Yin's condition."
Several people in the family had ulterior motives and only pointed out where the room was and let him go alone.
Song He remembered that Song Yin had always lived in a small room in the backyard of his grandfather's house, living in the same building with the servants.
He didn't know when he was moved to the third floor of the main building. After opening the door, he found that the size and lighting of the house were very good.
He said the line in the article lightly, "Grandpa and others are still very good to Brother Xiao Yin. Although Brother has become a vegetable, they still take good care of him."
Song Yin had slept enough during the day, and Cheng Zi was trying to figure out whether he could control his eyeballs to move with his mind.
Just then, Song He heard Song He push the door open and read the lines.
However, this line is different from what the author arranged for the protagonist to hear, right?
Song He leaned close to Song Yin's ear. He also saw a TV drama that said that if you talk to a vegetative person's ear, the other person can hear it.
Song Yin was very happy.
Song He said a lot of nice things, such as I hope Brother Xiaoyin will recover soon~ Brother Xiaoyin is still so handsome~
Song Yin has never heard anyone say such caring words to him.
Never.
His eyeballs turned slightly a few times under the guidance of his subconscious, his eyelids twitched, and even his eyelashes fluttered a few times under his bangs.
Song He sat for a while and then left.
Song Yin knew the entire plot of the book "The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Series: The Domineering Young Master is Long Aotian. In the bloody novel, the spoiled little girl actually ran away with her 108th baby." At that time, he liked Song He very much and thought he could be his white moonlight.
Unexpectedly, Song He came to see him tonight.
[White moonlight!]
[White moonlight!]
[White moonlight!]
Song He was packing his luggage and didn't see the bubble on his head.
After closing his eyes and sleeping at night, Song He clearly felt that his eyeballs were directly hit by some light, as if someone was holding a flashlight to shine into his eyeballs, but the brightness was not that bright.
Song He thought he was a little insomniac because he was used to his bed, but the light near his eyelids became more and more concentrated.
He had no choice but to slowly open his sleepy eyes.
A white moonlight-colored bubble was floating in the bedroom.
It was like a sea of stars suspended in the darkness.
[White moonlight!]
[White moonlight!]
[White moonlight!]
Each bubble was fluorescent, sparkling, and warm.
Song He thought that his grandfather had installed some night-light lighting equipment at home.
As a result, he saw the brightest bubble popping out.
[In the future, when you do that kind of thing with your boyfriend, you must wear a condom, otherwise you will ask him to get a sterilization. If you get pregnant, you will really have to give birth to 108 babies, and your belly will burst.]