sinovels Chapter 4 Goatee Old Taoist Priest?
Chapter 4 Goatee Old Taoist Priest?
Opening his eyes suddenly, Wen Yuran got up from the table where he was lying on his stomach, panting heavily, and his back was already drenched in cold sweat.
"Little Wen? What's the matter? Are you having a nightmare?" Noticing that Wen Yuran woke up, Lu Jie looked this way, and immediately noticed that his expression was wrong.
The last bloody scene in the dream just now is still vivid in my mind. Wen Yuran's face was pale, and he felt chills all over. Facing the concern of his colleagues, he could only smile reluctantly: "Ah, I really had a nightmare."
This appearance is really not as simple as just having an ordinary nightmare, Lu Jie was a little worried: "Why don't you take a leave of absence and go back, I think it's not good for you to persist like this, you go and ask for a leave of absence, The boss sees that you are definitely fake, our company is not so fascist."
She really wasn't talking nonsense, just based on Wen Yuran's current appearance, in fact, his boss had already asked him before if he needed to go home and rest for a day, which showed that he was in a bad state.
Wen Yuran was still a little hesitant, but Lu Jie's eyes focused on his right wrist, and asked suspiciously: "What's wrong with your hand, was it strangled by something?"
Being confused by this nonsensical question, Wen Yuran also looked at his wrist, but suddenly saw that there was a circle of bruises on it at some point, as if he had been strangled by something. .
Probably not this morning.
After the initial confusion, Wen Yuran suddenly thought of something, and suddenly felt cold all over his body - in his dream, when he escaped from the bathroom, he was strangled by those hairs on his wrist, but he broke free with all his strength.
Now Wen Yuran couldn't even hold back her smile, her face was very ugly, she simply packed up her things, thanked Lu Jie, and went to the personnel department to ask for leave.
This leave was requested, but Wen Yuran knew that going to the hospital was useless, and he was even more afraid to go home—this time not only could he clearly recall the content of the dream, but even this kind of scar appeared. Isn't it just frightening yourself when you go home?
After thinking about it, Wen Yuran decisively took out her phone, found Yin Mu's number and dialed it.
After waiting for a long time, a steady and slightly teasing voice came from the phone: "What's the matter, you suddenly called me at this time?"
"My concubine, come and save me, I feel like I'm about to die." Wen Yuran said listlessly.
"Having a nightmare again?" On the other end of the phone, Yin Mu put down the document in his hand and couldn't help frowning, "The counselor I found for you last time didn't work?"
Now is the afternoon when the sun is shining, Wen Yuran is standing on the street, and the people around him give him a sense of security, so he feels that the chill from the bottom of his heart has eased a little: "I think this The doctor can't solve the problem, let me tell you the truth, don't you think I'm crazy?"
"You say, I listen."
After getting the guarantee, Wen Yuran slowly told this friend about the nightmare he had just had, especially when he woke up and found the imprint on his wrist, Wen Yuran could still feel the chills on his back.
The other end of the phone was silent for a while before he heard Yin Mu speak again: "Where are you? I'll pick you up later, you stay with me for an afternoon, and I'll take you to someone in the evening, maybe I can help you busy."
"I just left the company, and it's not that I haven't been there before. I just go there by myself."
"If you faint on the road, I will have to struggle to find someone. Stand still, and I will go there right away."
Yin Mu usually talks to him easily, but it is not so easy to discuss when encountering this kind of thing. Wen Yuran is very clear about this, so he no longer refuses, just standing on the side of the road waiting for Mr. Yin Come pick him up.
About 10 minutes later, a silver-gray Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of him. Yin Mu rolled down the window and looked at him helplessly: "Why don't you find a shop to sit for a while? Come on, I'll invite you." Half a day off, where do you want to go?"
He sat on the co-pilot unceremoniously, and with his familiar friends by his side, he finally felt a lot more relaxed, so he smiled and said, "Oh, it's strange, is Young Master Yin free to waste his life with me?"
"Otherwise, I can still see you floating around like a ghost?" Yin Mu shook his head and sighed, "That person is a bit special, I can take you to find him later."
The mood calmed down, but Wen Yuran felt a little uncomfortable hearing what he said, and smiled a little awkwardly: "I was a little scared just now, do you really believe there are ghosts? Even I wonder if I am schizophrenic .”
Yin Mu is what people often call "tall, rich and handsome". He has a good family background, good looks, good ability, and a calm and rigorous personality. It is hard for such a person to imagine that he would believe in ghosts and gods, so Wen Yuran was particularly surprised.
Yin Mu didn't answer right away, but rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing the bruises underneath, with a slightly dignified expression: "I'd rather believe it or not, although I personally don't believe in ghosts and gods, but if It will be too late when I have to believe it. I don’t have any friendship with that person, I just heard others mention that he is very good at this area, but his personality is not easy to get along with, I will try my best to introduce you.”
Wen Yuran smiled and hammered his shoulder: "That's enough buddy, if you were a woman, I would definitely chase you."
At the same time, he also slandered: "Brother, I was able to turn you into a good wife, a good mother, and an iron buddy for four years in college. Can a god stick be more noble and glamorous than you?"
"Stop making trouble, eat something with me first, and then you can go wherever you want."
Although it was for fun, they were not in the mood to really play around when something like this happened. They just walked around and chatted to pass the time. Finally, they went to a coffee shop to kill time until the sun went down.
"It's almost time, I'll take you to find someone."
It's six o'clock now, and it's almost dark. It's a bit strange to find someone at this time, Wen Yuran couldn't help asking: "Isn't it going to find an old Taoist priest with a goatee in some valley?"
"No, go to the bar." There was a red light ahead, and Yin Mu slowed down and let the car stop slowly before the stop line. After explaining, he could guess Wen Yuran's expression without looking at it, so he continued to add, "That man is 24 years old. , no goatee."
"..." Wen Yuran was silent for a while, and suggested hesitantly, "Otherwise... we should go see a psychiatrist?"
"It was my dad who introduced me to him, so he shouldn't be an ordinary liar."
After Yin Mu brought out his father's name, Wen Yuran's almost skepticism disappeared. He had met Yin Mu's father once or twice before, and he was definitely not a superstitious old man. People who are much more rational and shrewd, Wen Yuran really didn't think that the other party would trust a charlatan.
As soon as the car started, it drove for more than half an hour until it was almost seven o'clock when they got out of the car.The bar that Yin Mu brought him to looks quite exquisitely decorated from the outside, like a high-end bar, and the inside shouldn't be too... Demons dancing wildly.
Even so, Wen Yuran still couldn't imagine what the so-called "superior" he was about to face would look like, Dao Gu Xian Feng?Unfathomable?It doesn't fit the venue either...
Walking into the bar with Yin Mu, the inside is relatively spacious, and people are invited to play soothing music on the stage, and most of the guests are sitting at the bar or in their own seats to taste wine quietly, or have a drink with them. People around me chatted in low voices.
There is no shortage of people with a strong sense of presence. Wen Yuran's gaze was attracted by a man sitting in front of the bar almost immediately. It wasn't that he had any unreasonable thoughts about him. It was impossible not to be noticed.
Wen Yuran felt that his looks should be considered pretty good, but this person obviously belonged to the class of big stars on TV.From Wen Yuran's point of view, he can only see his side face. He doesn't have so many vivid words to describe a person's appearance. If he wants to talk about it, he can only say that this person's appearance is very noble, which is a bit like the one in a girl's fantasy. Your son's type?The man is wearing a slender white windbreaker, even if he is sitting, people can imagine his slender and well-proportioned figure when he stands up. He wears black leather gloves on both hands, which cannot be said to be unattractive, but this kind of dress looks ugly indoors. It seemed too tightly packed.
Although there was no communication, the man's expression did not look like a sunny and cheerful person. Just by taking a look at Wen Yuran, he could feel the aura of indifference and indifference around the man.
He looked a little familiar, but Wen Yuran couldn't remember whether he had seen this person before, and he couldn't judge whether it was an illusion.
He has a glass of light blue cocktail in his hand, which looks quite good, but it looks like he hasn't drunk it.
Withdrawing his gaze, Wen Yuran was about to ask where the person he was looking for was when Yin Mu walked towards that cold handsome guy.
Wen Yuran: "..."
Is it not technology that exorcises ghosts now, but appearance and aura?
Small Theater: Abnormal [crossed out]... Delicate self-cultivation
One day the shop selling men's underwear received a strange customer
It doesn’t matter if you wear a mask in the house, but when you’re shopping, you always say something strange, “It’s been so many years, what’s the size now dear?”
I really want to see it, it would be even better to have a try o(*////▽////*)q
#Don't ask him what he wants to try or how to try#
#Pretending not to understand#