"In front of the door, under the bridge, a flock of ducks swam by. Come and count, two, four, six, seven, eight …"
This nursery rhyme was playing on the TV in the living room.
In the morning, Monk, who had just gotten up and was about to wash up, was stunned when he heard the song. What happened last night was still vivid in his mind, especially the pair of wet footprints. In fact, it was not only a blow to Su Bai, but also a huge blow to himself and Lord Zeng. After all, he and Lord Zeng were also residents of this house. In the past, they were proud of this "Peach Blossom Spring" as a shelter where they could feel at ease. But now, this house had been destroyed for the second time.
Monk looked at the living room worriedly, only to find that Su Bai was sitting on the sofa, eating toast with fried eggs and drinking milk. His phone was placed beside him as he watched some video.
"Morning," said Monk.
"Morning." Su Bai waved his hand without raising his head, but his finger pointed to the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready in the kitchen."
"Mmm." Monk was a little surprised by Su Bai's reaction at this time. It was like he was a different person from the hysteria last night.
When Monk finished washing up and came out, Su Bai had already finished his breakfast. He was not in the living room, but lying on the rattan chair in the yard. Basking in the rising sun in the early morning, he did not need to rush to work like the rest of the people. It was undoubtedly a very pleasant thing to do.
When Gyatso came out, he saw Su Bai sunbathing outside and threw a glance at Monk who was sitting on the sofa eating breakfast.
Monk shook his head, indicating that he was also not sure.
In just one night, Su Bai really became like a normal person, but it seemed that there was nothing that couldn't happen to Su Bai. Monk and Lord Zeng were a little surprised, but not really unbelievable. After all, Su Bai's ability to withstand pressure and self-control was sometimes really abnormal.
On the rattan chair, Su Bai closed his eyes and breathed in the fragrance of the morning. Beside his rattan chair was the vine. The vine seemed to have a life of its own as it swayed with the breeze.
The morning was beautiful. Life was beautiful. Life seemed to be beautiful.
"Monk, I need a pot of tea," shouted Su Bai as he lay on the rattan chair.
After a while, the monk came out with a teapot and teacups.
Su Bai took the teacup and held it in his hand.
"Are you planning to bask in the sun here today?" asked the monk.
"Both of you are at a critical moment. Go and do what you need to do. Advancing to the Advanced Listener level is like giving birth. You have to work harder as you get closer to the end." Su Bai was now an advanced listener, one position ahead of Tyrant and Lord Zeng, so he was indeed qualified to give them some suggestions.
"Poor Monk will be heading out later. There was originally a Buddhist exchange group from the West coming over today, but something seems to have changed."
"What's the matter?" Su Bai knew that the monk had been participating in such activities recently.
"This is the name list of the other party. Take a look." Tyrant handed a red booklet to Su Bai.
Su Bai glanced at it. The first name was the leader of the exchange group, and this leader's name was the most attractive.
“Lucifer？” Su Bai laughed. "Is he bullying you monks from the Central Plains because you don't know English or something else? Isn't Lucifer the name of the Devil King?"
"Poor Monk, we'll see when the time comes. It might just be a misunderstanding."
"Go early and come back early to make dinner." Su Bai passed the teacup to the monk.
After the monk left, Lord Zeng came out in a set of bright clothes. There were many metal rings on the clothes, and they jingled when he walked.
"Da Bai, do you like these clothes?" Lord Zeng stood in front of Su Bai and turned around.
Su Bai covered his eyes and pretended not to see it.
Lord Zeng glanced at Su Bai and said with pity, "Summer insects cannot talk about ice."
Then, Lord Zeng left the house in high spirits.
Looking at his "graceful" and flashy appearance, it was really hard to associate him with the shirtless man who carried a chopper and killed people for the first time two to three years ago.
Time was a butcher's knife. Man and time were always in a state of relative motion. Time would change people, but people could not do anything about time. From this point of view, it seemed a little too unfair.
Su Bai lay on the rattan chair for more than an hour. The sun slowly rose. It had rained last night, but the weather today was exceptionally sunny. Under the sunlight, there was a kind of scorching heat amidst the warmth.
Ji Xiang, whose body was wrapped in white bandages, slowly walked out. The monk's bandaging technique was very good, and it did not affect Ji Xiang's movements. However, looking at Ji Xiang's current appearance, even if it deliberately raised its head high, it could only create the effect of an emoticon. It was difficult to create the cold and aloof demeanor it used to have.
Of course, it had lost its memory, so it was naturally no longer the Ji Xiang of the past.
The monk said that whether or not its memory could be restored depended on whether or not its soul could be restored.
Su Bai turned over and got off the rattan chair, picking Ji Xiang up. Ji Xiang instinctively resisted being hugged by humans. Whether it had lost its memory or not, it seemed to dislike being a human's pet. However, at this time, it really could not challenge Su Bai. Su Bai held it in his arms, holding its paws with both hands, and gently swayed it up and down.
"You're recovering well." Su Bai said while playing with Ji Xiang. Last night, someone came, but did not take Ji Xiang away, nor did they kill it, nor did they attack the three people in the house.
In fact, the man and woman could not attack the audience, this rule was clear to Su Bai. Last night, the monk also said to Gyatso that although the man and woman were very scary, they could not kill him, or else the broadcast would discover them.
Right now, this feeling was quite strange. The broadcast had tortured him thousands of times, but now, for Su Bai, the only thing he could rely on was the broadcast. If not for the broadcast suppressing the man and woman as a sharp sword hanging over their heads, there might not even be a need for his existence.
Su Bai checked again and found that Ji Xiang's recovery was better than previously estimated. The fur on its body had recovered quite well, probably due to the snake gallbladder and the medicine used by the two monks. However, Ji Xiang's real body and soul had not recovered much, only maintaining a state of not worsening.
In other words, what Ji Xiang had recovered was only a cat's body, and right now, it was actually an ordinary cat. In the research institute, Ji Xiang could still fight against ordinary monsters, but after its blood was sucked by the triangular eyes, Ji Xiang's remaining strength was also sucked away.
A black cat, a cold and aloof black cat, a proud cat that could not resist its master's teasing.
Lucky was still struggling, it seemed like it really didn't like being hugged like this by a male adult human, moreover holding its paw like a Lucky Cat. Even though it didn't know what a Lucky Cat was, it instinctively felt like it shouldn't be doing this type of stupid action.
But soon, Ji Xiang stopped struggling, because it felt that the man hugging it was slightly twitching, and his hand was also trembling.
This cat is the one being teased, I should resist and cry, you are using force against this cat, why do I feel like the one being raped is you!
But for some reason, Ji Xiang stopped struggling, it seemed to sigh and obediently lay in Su Bai's embrace.
Su Bai raised his head and took a deep breath.
He picked Ji Xiang up and placed it on the tea table beside the rattan chair. Ji Xiang lay there and looked at Su Bai.
Su Bai placed a photo in front of Ji Xiang,
"Do you know him?"
Su Bai pointed at the little guy in the photo and asked.
Ji Xiang was silent, then lowered its head and pressed its paws against its head. It was a little struggling, a little wronged, and a little baffled.
"Be good."
Seeing Ji Xiang like this, Su Bai could not bear to continue asking. It had no memory of him, but it had feelings for him. Previously, in the research institute, it had proven this point, so Ji Xiang must also have feelings for the little guy, but it could not remember anything. Continuing to show it the little guy's photo was just a kind of torture for it.
"Come, I'll take you home, I'll take you to Ruyi!"
Now, it seemed that there was only one place left that could help Ji Xiang recover. There was Ruyi, Ji Xiang's childhood companion, and the fat man in the coffin, and that man was not on good terms with Su Yuhang.
Now, Su Bai suddenly thought, if he had not come out of the Land of Proving the Way at that time and had continued to be locked up in the Land of Proving the Way, would the little guy have been taken away? Would Ji Xiang have become like this?
Perhaps, the little guy might have lost his father for a long time, but the reason why the man and woman attacked the little guy and Ji Xiang was most likely because of him. If he was in a place where they could not come into contact with him, then they would not attack anyone else.
Su Bai took out his phone to book a plane ticket, but at this time, Ji Xiang jumped off the tea table and ran into the living room.
Su Bai did not care about it and let it play. However, when he was buying the plane ticket, Su Bai found that he had no money in his card, so he could only call Chu Zhao and ask him to transfer twenty thousand to him first.
Money in the real world really did not mean much to the audience, so Chu Zhao quickly transferred the money over.
After Su Bai booked the plane ticket, he turned around and found Ji Xiang standing on the carpet in the living room, biting a bag of fresh milk in its mouth, but it was a little confused. It did not seem to know why it was biting the bag of fresh milk, and it did not even know who it should give it to, but it was clear that it did not like to drink this thing, and it was definitely not for itself.
Su Bai looked at the wall clock in the living room. It was ten o 'clock in the morning.
In the past, this was the time when the little guy woke up to drink milk.
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