3 Chapter 3
◎I have to curse my bad luck every time I wake up◎
Song Jinyu paused when she met those eyes, her gaze moving upwards to see the man's slightly furrowed brows, then downwards to his straight nose, and finally to his pursed lips.
Even though the magnified facial features gave him a sense of disproportion, Song Jinyu would still recognize this face even if it were burned to ashes.
No, how could it be Xiao Ji? He's actually in Xiao Ji's house? And he's become a lifelike doll in his house?
Song Jinyu wondered in a daze, "Xiao Ji would play this kind of thing?"
While he was in a daze, Xiao Ji, magnified many times over, mercilessly grabbed him by the neck and spun him around twice. He raised his hand as if to rummage through the seemingly messy long skirt, but stopped when he saw the dust stains on the skirt, his brows furrowing even deeper.
Song Jinyu wanted to kick him in the face, but she held back.
From childhood to adulthood, this guy has always been exceptionally cold-hearted. If they found out he had turned into a doll, wouldn't they cremate him on the spot?
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Xiao Ji looked down at the gray marks left by the dragging on the sofa.
He knew perfectly well whether there were stray cats in the house since the doors and windows were tightly closed, and the drag marks were very simple, not like those caused by small animals.
While drinking coffee, he noticed that the flamboyant doll that his cousin had given him, which had been placed on the table or cabinet above, was gone.
Unexpectedly, in the short time he was gone, the doll was found dirty and messy, lying on the sofa.
He knew something was wrong, but his brain felt like it was being gripped by something, making it difficult to even think normally, let alone focus on an insignificant doll.
Xiao Ji hasn't slept for two whole days.
Bloodshot veins crept up the corners of his eyes, and the cold white light intertwined with a scarlet color in his eyes. This red color almost overwhelmed him, and even his breath was filled with the taste of blood.
Xiao Ji squeezed the doll tighter, lowered his eyes, and saw the doll in his palm looking at him with its blue eyes. Its exquisitely made-up face had a gray mark on it, making it look innocent and pitiful.
It's so dirty...
He thought somewhat coldly that it should be thrown away.
Before throwing it away, Xiao Ji saw the tablet on the sofa.
Just as he immediately realized the doll was missing, he knew the tablet had been tampered with.
As if possessed, Xiao Ji put the doll back on the sofa and picked up the tablet.
The tablet wasn't unlocked, and the data inside wasn't lost. He opened the camera app, which worked even without unlocking, and found an extra photo.
The photo was accidentally taken in a panic, and the facial features and figure were very blurry, but Xiao Ji still saw the long golden hair and the floor-length dress.
The man paused, his usually calm eyes showing a hint of surprise.
This is……
The doll lying on the sofa took a picture with his tablet?
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Song Jinyu looked at Xiao Ji with great trepidation.
I watched him throw himself on the sofa, and then I watched him pick up his tablet.
He locked it up in such a hurry, I wonder if he accidentally clicked on something? That bastard always has such a cold face, I feel like I've stared until my eyes are blind and I still can't see anything wrong.
To be honest, the moment Song Jinyu saw Xiao Ji's face, her heart, which had been floating, strangely returned to its original place.
Some things are ingrained in one's bones and have no reason. For example, even though he was cursing Xiao Ji, he knew that even if Xiao Ji knew he had become a doll, he would not actually cremate him.
As for why I didn't say? 7 Ling 9 Si Lu 37 San Ling
On one hand, Song Jinyu felt strange. He and Xiao Ji had been at odds for so long, and they always looked at each other with hostility. Now that he wanted to ask Xiao Ji for help, Song Jinyu couldn't bring himself to do it.
On the other hand, he felt very ashamed. He was probably the only one who had drunk so much that he was like this. He was not mentally prepared to face the public, so he could only choose to play dead for the time being.
Moreover, can Xiao Ji really accept such a bizarre and supernatural thing as a person turning into a doll?
Song Jinyu had just seen the disgust in Xiao Ji's eyes. He knew that this guy was picky and had a cleanliness obsession, and he had already mentally prepared himself to be thrown into the trash can by him.
Let him go. He'll just sneak out of the trash can and go find his parents.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Ji finished looking at the tablet without any expression, then casually put it back on the cabinet and carried it back to the study.
Song Jinyu: "??"
No, are you a germaphobe?
Song Jinyu sat on the cabinet, gazing sadly at the sky at a 45-degree angle. She tried to hold back, but couldn't help raising her fist and silently waving it at the air.
Indeed, there is no one in the world more annoying than Xiao Ji.
Just a few seconds after he finished waving, Xiao Ji came out again.
Song Jinyu was so frightened that she didn't even have time to pull her hand back, and remained suspended in mid-air with her fist still in the position.
The tablet in Xiao Ji's hand was gone, replaced by a potted plant with lush green pothos inside and several decorative plastic mushrooms stuck in the soil at the bottom.
The man stopped in front of the cabinet, looking down at the doll that was still in a fist-pumping pose.
He wasn't in this position when he went in.
However, he didn't say anything, and raised his hand to place the green ivy next to the doll.
The thick darkness seeped in through the window, so deep that not a single star could be seen. The mechanical watch on his wrist showed two o'clock. Xiao Ji's temples throbbed several times, and the sound of his heart pounding in his chest was so loud that it could be clearly heard in his ears.
His lips were paler than usual, but because he always had a cold and aloof demeanor and his skin was naturally pale, no one had noticed anything wrong with him in the past few days.
The sudden ringing of the bell came from the bedroom. Xiao Ji frowned, suppressed his discomfort, adjusted the position of the green ivy, and turned back to the bedroom.
In the middle of the night, the only one who remembered he was still awake was Li Muyuan. He looked at his phone for a few seconds and then pressed the answer button.
“I asked my junior uncle, and he said that the cinnabar in your hand has been blessed by a temple. That master is quite influential, and any random rope won't do; you have to get it from him.”
Xiao Ji paused for a moment before speaking, "When are we going?"
He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice sounded hoarse.
Li Muyuan was startled by his voice, "Holy crap! You haven't been sleeping all this time, have you?"
Xiao Ji's room was dark, the curtains were half-drawn, and the streetlights outside shone through the gap. He sat in the shadows, and the light could not reach him no matter how hard he tried.
"I can't sleep."
When he closed his eyes, his nostrils were filled with the smell of hospital disinfectant.
The sun was so bright that day, and the chill made him feel rooted to the spot.
Li Muyuan paused, then comforted him, "Don't overthink it. After all, no one could have predicted this. You know, he was perfectly fine, the flower bed is only a little high, and he didn't have a single wound on him, so how could he..."
Neither of them spoke for a while before Xiao Ji spoke up, "When is your martial uncle free?"
"He's going on a trip in a couple of days. Come pick it up if you're free tomorrow. Also, you should get some rest, or you might end up dying first. The doctors don't know what to do, so there's no use worrying. Maybe he'll just wake up on his own someday?"
Xiao Ji didn't speak, listening to Li Muyuan's incessant rambling, before hanging up the phone.
Her body had reached its limit, and Xiao Ji didn't even know when she fell asleep.
He didn't sleep well; his dreams were bizarre and fantastical, sometimes a hospital, sometimes a school, and finally, the room he had lived in for over ten years.
The sycamore trees outside the window were lush and green. He opened the window and saw a boy standing downstairs with a basketball, calling out, "Xiao Ji, come out and play basketball!"
In his dream, he leaned against the window, his gaze sweeping over the boy's face as the wind tousled his hair, and said lazily, "No, it's too hot."
"Why are you acting like a delicate young master, afraid of the cold in winter and the heat in summer? Men should be active." The boy raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of life. "Come down here right now, or I'll come upstairs and catch you."
Xiao Ji took her English books and went downstairs.
"Wait, why are you bringing a book to play ball?"
Xiao Ji said, "It's hot. I'll memorize vocabulary while you type."
"..."
The boy was speechless. He hopped onto Xiao Ji's back, his breath hot against the back of his neck. "Xiao Ji, hurry up and use your allowance to buy me an ice pop!"
Xiao Ji pulled the monkey off his back, straightened his neat clothes, and asked, "Where's your money?"
"Bought Kinder Surprise eggs."
"..."
The sunlight was dazzling on his face, and Xiao Ji seemed unable to resist laughing.
"Song Jinyu, how old are you? How childish are you?"
But in the end, he still bought Song Jinyu an ice pop and sat under a tree by the basketball court, watching the boy's figure dart across the court.
When the final whistle blew, Song Jinyu stood in the center of the field, squinted, grinned at Xiao Ji, and wiped his sweat with his jersey.
The dream lingered on that narrow yet resilient waist, warmed by the sun, the color of wheat, rising and falling with each breath, sweat glistening like evenly coated beeswax, swimming like fish.
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Song Jinyu also had a dream all night, but he couldn't remember the details. He only remembered that he was unwilling to let Xiao Ji treat him to an ice pop.
I wake up and curse myself for being stingy.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom again. Song Jinyu rubbed her dazed head and thought vaguely: Didn't he turn into a doll? Dolls sleep too?
The sound of water stopped after a while, and Xiao Ji came out.
Song Jinyu turned her eyes to look in his direction.
The man was only wrapped in a bathrobe. His skin was very white, with a jade-like luster. He had muscles, but they were not exaggerated. The thin and resilient muscles ran down his chest and finally disappeared into the bath towel, like a sharp blade that had been sheathed.
Xiao Ji wiped his head, seemingly sensing something, and looked up at Song Jinyu.
Song Jinyu sat stiffly, maintaining a dignified and composed posture.
A drop of water shimmered on the man's wet hair before finally settling at the corner of his eye.
Xiao Ji blinked and looked away.
The first thing he did upon returning to his bedroom was to open the bedside table drawer. Inside a transparent box were several scattered cinnabar beads. He counted the cinnabar beads inside the box again before putting it back in the drawer.
He had originally planned to go to the hospital first, but Li Muyuan called again to urge him, "Hurry up! My junior uncle is in a hurry and has changed his flight to the afternoon."
Xiao Ji took out his phone, opened the closet, and went to get his clothes. "Why did you suddenly change the time?"
Li Muyuan said, "There are special-offer airfares this afternoon, but they will be 300 yuan more expensive the day after tomorrow."
Xiao Ji: "..."
He quickly dressed, his hair still half-dry, grabbed his car keys, and went out the door.
As he was leaving, he glanced back at the cabinet.
The doll, who had been sitting exceptionally demurely since waking up this morning, changed her posture again. She gripped the edge of the potted green plant with both hands, craning her neck to look down, and positioned her legs as if preparing to take off.
If he had come out a moment later, he probably would have already taken off successfully and crashed headfirst under the table.
Xiao Ji paused, seemingly realizing where the doll he hadn't seen yesterday was.
It really is...
Even if you pretend, you won't get it right.
A somewhat familiar sense of helplessness welled up in my heart, but I quickly suppressed it by pinching my fingertips.
The man closed the door with a cold expression.
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