Volume 1 Beginning of Summer Chapter 47 Dad
When Jiang You returned to the insect house the next morning, he saw that Engineer Zhang had almost finished partitioning the kitchen, and the construction waste was packed into bags and piled outside the yard.
Jiang You walked over to Zhang Gong and said, "I think it's almost done."
"It's still early. The water and electricity circuits still need to be modified." Engineer Zhang took out a cigarette and gave one to Jiang You. "Plaster and level it, then do waterproofing. The work can't be rushed."
"Yes, yes," Jiang You took Zhang Gong's lighter and lit a cigarette, "I bought the furniture and electrical appliances upstairs last night, and they will be delivered here this afternoon."
" What furniture did you buy?" asked Mr. Zhang.
“IKEA.”
"You young people all like IKEA, but they are just for show. I like to find carpenters who use real materials."
"It's cheap . A bedroom can be completed for just over a few thousand or ten thousand. I can just move in and save myself the trouble."
"That's true."
After finishing a cigarette, Jiang You pointed upstairs and said, "I'm going upstairs now. I'll leave the rest downstairs to you."
"Okay, you can rest assured that I will do the job."
After the wall was knocked down, the noise from the renovation was not so loud anymore.
Jiang You went upstairs and closed the door. He saw a little boy sitting on the sofa, biting his fingers and looking at him.
Yellow T-shirt and denim overalls.
The spider hung from the ceiling, dangling leisurely.
Jiang You sighed deeply. He took out his cell phone, opened WeChat, and found Tang Butian.
Jiang You: Leader, there is a little ghost in my house.
He received a reply quickly.
Tang Butian: Oh.
Jiang You: He was really a little kid, about five or six years old.
Tang Butian: I don’t know how to exorcise ghosts.
Jiang You: How about you help me contact some professionals?
Tang Butian didn't reply to him.
Jiang You glanced at the spider and said, "Come down, are you just going to watch the house like this?"
The spider ignored him and continued to wander.
Jiang You rubbed his face and sighed. He squatted down beside the boy and said, "Come on, what's your name? Where is your home?"
The little boy put his hands down and looked down at him, "Dad."
"Do you remember where your mother is?"
"dad."
"Is your mother pretty?"
"dad."
"Want some milk?"
"dad."
"This is a fucking repeater," Jiang You stood up, took out a can of milk, checked the expiration date, and threw the milk into the trash can, "How about a Coke?"
He took out a can of Coke, pulled the ring, took a sip and handed it to the little boy.
The little boy reached out to take the Coke , held it in both hands and started drinking it.
Jiang You noticed a circle of transparent spider silk on his right wrist.
"I guessed it," he glanced at the spider, "are you interested in him? He looks good."
He suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched the Coke from the little boy, and the spider silk disappeared into the boy's body at the same time.
When Tang Butian walked into the living room, she saw the little boy jumping up from the sofa and yelling at Jiang You: "Dad!"
She didn't hold a wooden sword in her hands.
Tang Butian stopped and said, "You have to solve the problem yourself."
Jiang You put the can of Coke on the coffee table. The little boy reached out several times, but each time he reached through the can.
An expression as if he was about to cry.
Jiang You smiled bitterly: "If I could give birth to him, I would still be a virgin when he was born."
Tang Butian glanced at Jiang You in disbelief.
"Really? I'm very innocent. Please help me deal with it."
"Living soul."
"Still alive? Then take a photo, check the system to find out his identity, and then send him back."
"I'm almost dead. My soul is not complete."
"Don't you have any rules? How should you deal with this kind of thing?"
"Special Branch doesn't deal with this kind of thing."
"What should we do then?"
"Look for monks in temples, Taoist priests in Taoist temples, or talented people such as Feng Shui and physiognomy in folk customs."
"Is Jinguang Temple okay?"
Tang Butian took out her phone and took a picture of the little boy. "I sent it to Zhong Xiu."
“Can you really take a picture of it?”
"right."
"Can you give me a phone like this?"
“There is not enough funding.”
Tang Butian stared at the little boy for a few seconds, and the little boy hid behind Jiang You. She asked, "What did you do before?"
"What before?"
"Seeing a ghost, or a living spirit."
"He wasn't this young before, and he never called me dad. In fact, I quite like children. Look how handsome he is." Jiang You turned around and squatted down again, looking at him carefully. "He does look a bit like me, right? Especially his eyebrows and eyes, hmm."
"Where did you first meet him?"
"Last night, at IKEA. I just came back today and saw him in the room. No matter what I said to him, he would only call me dad."
"Where were you last night?"
"My friend's house," Jiang You walked to the sofa and took out a shopping bag. He handed it to Tang Butian, "I brought you some local specialties, such as Shiroi Koibito Ryukakusan."
Just as Tang Butian was about to refuse, she heard Jiang You say, "I brought one for Sun Yu as well. I'll give it to him in his office when I'm free this week."
Tang Butian took the bag, then she looked down at her phone, "Found it. A week ago, there was a car accident at the Ikea intersection. A family of three, the parents were pronounced dead on the spot, and the child is in a deep coma and is in Liuming Hospital." A trace of emotion flashed in her eyes, and her fingers tapped the phone screen a few times, "I sent you his information."
Jiang You looked at his phone, "It was also a car accident, and he was called Jiang Mo? Why not called Sheng Cha," he looked up at Tang Butian, "Let's go together? And find a professional to see if we can put him back into the body?"
"I invited Taoist Qingyang."
"Luckily you're here."
After Jiang You and Tang Butian walked downstairs, Tang Butian stopped and asked, "Do you have an umbrella?"
"Yes," he walked to the counter stacked against the east wall, opened the drawer, took out a dark blue umbrella, and handed it to Tang Butian.
After opening it, the little boy glanced at Jiang You and walked into the umbrella.
To gather.
Tang Butian said, "Let's go."
Jiang You called a taxi and they got in at the entrance of Wenhua Street.
"You're on summer vacation, right?" Jiang You asked.
"Um."
"How are you going to spend your summer vacation?"
"Practice. Read."
"What kind of book are you reading? Online novels? I recently read an online novel about cultivating immortals. The main character is a swordsman."
“Does it look good?”
“The protagonist is a man who pursues power with a very determined goal. He is resolute and ruthless. He ascends from the human world to the world of cultivation, then to the world of immortals, and finally to the world of gods. He changes maps several times and kills monsters above his level. It’s quite exciting and interesting, but I think the protagonist’s life is a bit boring.”
"Boring? Why?"
"Practicing is not an entertainment activity. The brain will secrete dopamine as a reward. After a person has been in seclusion for hundreds of years, when he comes out, his confidantes have all turned into bones. Just thinking about it makes me feel bitter."
He saw a smile on Tang Butian's lips.
