The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 6

The well water pump was pressed down, and the clear well water sprayed out, splashing a piece of bluestone bricks.Ning Xingruan shook the rinsed vegetables, signaling Ning Xinglei to let go.

There is a glass bottle on the stone table in the yard, with a bouquet of flowers picked from the door.

Seeing Ning Xinglei coming in holding flowers, Ning Xingruan was a little dazed, and even thought that what he was probably doing was a dream within a dream, otherwise how could this flower appear at the door.

Things were so bizarre that he couldn't understand them. The nightmare was due to heavy psychological pressure. He had just returned to the village and hadn't adapted to the already unfamiliar environment. However, the dream extended to reality, which was beyond his acceptable range.

In the end, it was Ning Xinglei who comforted him. He must have seen the black dog through the crack of the door while he was half asleep, and then heard the black dog barking after falling asleep. That's why he dreamed of the old man in black crying at the door.

As for the flower, most likely it was hidden by some puppy love child to give to his girlfriend, but it was picked up here by a dog.

"Brother Xingruan, the more you are afraid, the easier it is to give yourself psychological hints. If you think too much, you will definitely have nightmares. You have to remember that this is all fake, superstitious!"

Ning Xinglei was so impassioned that he completely forgot that he was so scared that he hid under the covers at night and dared not show his face.

Ning Xingruan felt that what he said was very reasonable, very scientific, and completely in line with the facts.

So he put the flowers in the vase and raised them.

Ning Xinglei went into the kitchen with a vegetable basket, skillfully set the fire to cook, while Ning Xingruan helped.

There will be a lunch package at the ancestral hall, and Ning Pingyang will not come back, so the two simply fried two dishes.After eating, Ning Xingruan added firewood to the stove and prepared to boil water for a bath.

After sweating in the morning, the clothes stick to the body sticky, very uncomfortable.

Ning Xinglei was afraid that he would catch a cold, so after a few words of persuasion, he couldn't be persuaded, so he had to drag the wooden bucket out of the bathroom to rinse it out with him.The big black wooden barrel is made of unknown boards. Although it is a bit old, it is still usable.

After brushing it clean and scalding it several times carefully with boiling water, Ning Xingruan packed his clothes and carried his backpack, and went into the bathroom with a few grapefruit leaves that Ning Xinglei went out to pick.

The steam was steaming, and the small room was filled with mist, and the dim incandescent lamp above the head was also covered by a layer of mist.

Clothes were piled on the board next to the barrel, Ning Xingruan tested the temperature of the water with his hand, and then slowly submerged in the water on the footstool.

The white and moist skin like milk was stained with a thin layer of red in the hot water, and his arm was lightly resting on the edge of the wooden barrel. He leaned against the barrel wall and slightly raised his head and sighed comfortably.

His body was warm from the soak, and the hot air from the bucket rushed up and hit his face. His face soon turned red, and it went all the way to the back of his ears.I don't know if it's sweat or steam that slipped from his forehead and fell into the hot water along the tip of his nose.

He took a wet towel and scrubbed his body carefully. His skin was very tender, and after a few rubs, it became redder and pinker.

Ning Xingruan has a small frame and looks a little thin, but his body is covered with a layer of soft flesh. He leaned forward on the wall of the barrel, and stretched out his hands to scrub his lower back.

A drop of water dripped from the beam, landed on his back, and mixed with the water on his back, slid into his waist. The sudden coolness made the skin on his waist tight. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe it, but felt a coolness. Wiping his palms sank into the water.

Turning his head and looking back suspiciously, there was nothing but a piece of white.

Another drop of water landed on his collarbone, Ning Xingruan looked up, but his vision was blurred by the steam.The coldness didn't stop at the collarbone, but slid along the collarbone to the round shoulders, lingering on his back.

No matter how serious Ning Xingruan was, he also noticed the abnormality. His whole body tensed up, and he slid down cautiously until his whole body was submerged in the water, only the tip of his nose and steamy eyes were exposed.

The wooden door and small window in the bathroom creaked, and the cool wind squeezed in through the gaps in the door and window, dissipating the white heat in the room.

Breathing lightly, he slowly stretched out his hand to grab the edge of the wooden barrel, like a frightened hamster, carefully poked his head to check, the backpack hanging on the doorknob fell to the ground, and one corner touched the water in the puddle on the ground, quickly It was soaked and turned dark gray.

Ning Xingruan was in a hurry, his underwear was inside the bag, he mustered up the courage to expose half of his shoulders from the water, and Qiqi Ai Ai shouted towards the door.

Hearing that Ning Xinglei came over, the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed, and he boldly stretched out his arms and put them under his chin to lie on the edge of the bucket.

The door was pushed open and closed quickly, the cold air brought in made Ning Xingruan shiver, he pointed to the bag on the ground and said to Ning Xinglei: "Pick it up for me quickly."

Ning Xinglei bent down, picked up the bag and hung it on the doorknob.

The bathroom wasn't that big, but it became even narrower after a big person squeezed in, there was no space to turn around, Ning Xinglei bent slightly, looking a little cramped.

Ning Xingruan smiled and said: "Since they are all in, help me pour water and wash my hair before going out."

There is no shower head in the bathroom, so to wash your hair, you can only use a ladle to scoop up the water in the bucket next to it and rinse it slowly. Ning Xinglei didn't say a word, took the basin and put it next to the big wooden bucket, and then brought the bucket over.

Ning Xingruan stretched out half of his body and bent over, his neck and back were unreservedly exposed to the air, and also exposed to the eyelids of the people standing on the side.

Warm water was poured on the scalp, and flowed down the hair into the basin below. Ning Xingruan stretched out his hand and rubbed it a few times. After it was soaked, he squeezed shampoo and put it on the hair, and inserted his fingers into the hair. Fingertips gently rubbed the scalp.

The water on his head poured in a hurry, and he accidentally opened his eyes slightly, and the water mixed with shampoo immediately entered the eyes, and an unbearable soreness immediately flooded from the eyes to the nasal cavity.

He waved his arms in a panic, whimpering and asked Ning Xinglei to wash the foam off his hands.

The chin was pinched by Liangliang's fingertips and lifted, Ning Xingruan was forced to raise his head slightly, and put his hands on the side of the bucket to support his body.The hair on his forehead was pulled back, and then the warm water rinsed his eyes, and the astringency slowly receded.

Water poured down from above, onto his face, over his snow-white neck and chest, and flowed into the bucket along his abdomen. His upper body was slightly tilted back, his face was facing upwards, his bright red lips were slightly opened, and a slight moan escaped from between his lips and teeth. Voice.

Like a mermaid forced out of the water.

Full of beautiful, seductive vulnerability.

"Are you ready?" Ning Xingruan urged.

His jaw was released, and he quickly lay down, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and complained softly: "Your brother is going to be blind."

A big hand pressed the back of his head to adjust his posture, and then he applied some shampoo, poured water with one hand, and rubbed gently with the other.

The refreshing feeling of scalp being massaged hit Tianling Gai directly, Ning Xingruan almost couldn't hold back his hum, his toes curled up slightly uncontrollably, and a layer of crimson spread again on the back of his neck, which returned to normal skin color after coming out of the water.

so comfortable...

"The workmanship is good. Going to the barber shop is definitely a top Tony." He praised without hesitation.

He only heard Ning Xinglei chuckle, but didn't speak to him.

Waves of comfort made Ning Xingruan drowsy. He lay lazily by the bucket, like a cat basking in the sun, wishing he could just stretch out and fall asleep.

The foam on the head was rinsed off, and the hand on the head was rubbing the soft and smooth hair for the last time, and the fingers inadvertently pinched his earlobe, sticking to the right carotid artery.

The fresh blood was beating and flowing under the palm, the pale fingers paused slightly, and then changed gestures, the palm clasped the back of the neck, and the thumb kept rubbing against the side of the neck.

Slender and supple, defenseless...

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Ning Xingruan was pinched by the neck, itching so badly, she broke free from the restraint with a smile, and pressed the hand that had been soaked in hot water for a long time but didn't feel warm, into the bucket.

Then he was puzzled, the hand soaked in the water had distinct joints, long and slender fingers, pale and cold.

It didn't look like Ning Xinglei's hand at all.

Ning Xingruan withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and slowly shrank his body, his back pressed against the barrel wall, his body was as stiff as a piece of wood.

He raised his head slowly with all his might.

Ning Xinglei looked at him quietly.

Sliding into the water somewhat exhausted, Ning Xingruan waved his hand weakly, motioning for people to get out quickly.

Clutching his forehead and lamenting, he felt that he was a little too sensitive to be frightened by the nightmare.

Ning Xinglei gently pushed the door open, and walked out without a sound.

The water in the bucket was already slightly cold, and Ning Xingruan didn't dare to delay any longer, so he hurriedly took shower gel, rinsed it off, and put on his clothes.

Walking out of the bathroom, the fresh air blows away the hot flashes, and he just feels relaxed.

Seeing Ning Xinglei leaning halfway on the table, he smiled and said, "Thanks, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Ning Xinglei was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said, "What's so polite about such a trivial matter? You see, if you invite me to dinner, I won't see you."

"By the way, the village has invited Mr. Feng Shui to do the dojo in the mountain temple. Let's go and have a look."

After hastily cleaning the bathroom, Ning Xingruan put on a coat and went out with Ning Xingruan towards the back mountain.

In the square in front of the Temple of the Mountain, several people in Taoist robes were fiddling with table cases, and the villagers gathered in a circle to watch their movements curiously.

Ning Xingruan saw that his uncle was also in the crowd, standing very close to the table with Fourth Master Ning.

He squeezed over to say hello to the two elders, Fourth Master Ning waved his hand, Ning Pingyang looked at Ning Xingruan with a worried expression.

Ning Xingruan felt a little baffled, and just about to ask, a gong sounded, and the surroundings became quiet.

Everything was ready, the five Taoist priests formed a formation, the oldest one stood at the front, and the four apprentices lined up behind.

Burn incense, kowtow, and chant scriptures.

The expressions of the five priests were solemn and meticulous. The villagers in the square gradually became quiet, and only the sound of chanting sutras was left.

After chanting sutras and saluting again, the ceremony is considered to be over.

The villagers dispersed, but Ning Xingruan and his uncle stayed in the mountain temple. Ning Xinglei refused to leave and stayed behind.

Liu Daochang and Fourth Master Ning led a few people into the temple, and said to Ning Xingruan: "Xingruan, there is still a shortage of an incense holder boy for the ceremony in a few days, we discussed it, and you will make it up."

Ning Xingruan was stunned: "Me? Why? I don't understand anything, it would be bad if I delayed the ceremony."

Fourth Master Ning sighed and said, "You child, we are doing it for your own good. You are weak and easy to get entangled in unclean things. When the time comes, you will be more effective than any amulets if you are soaked in incense."

Ning Xingruan resisted in his heart. Although he was disturbed and frightened by the nightmare, it was just a dream. Suddenly entering the village, which is full of ghosts and ghosts, he would definitely be affected, and he would have a psychological stress reaction that caused a short-lived Feelings of panic are normal.

He will feel scared, but after the emotion, he can still find the reason objectively and rationally. It is impossible for him to break the worldview of more than ten years and accept these inexplicable statements.

Seeing that his nephew's expression had changed, Ning Pingyang knew what he was thinking, pulled him aside, took out his mobile phone and took a photo of Ning Xingruan's right neck: "What's wrong?"

"This kind of thing, I'd rather believe it or not, and just treat it as a favor to the village, and we won't lose anything anyway, right?"

Ning Xingruan took a closer look at his mobile phone. On the right side of his neck, there was a red mark the size of a thumb. The edge was black and blue, as if someone had rubbed it out with a thumb.

I reached out and touched it lightly, but felt nothing.

Seeing his uncle's worried expression, he sighed softly in his heart, and silently agreed.