The evil ex-boyfriend came to the door

Chapter 9

Ning Xingruan huddled into a ball and huddled in the corner with his back against the wall, clutching the quilt tightly with both hands, shivering like a frightened rabbit, with red eyes and nose, looking around pitifully.

It seemed that if he moved him again, the tears in his eyes would fall down.

The originally cold bead string in his hand was already warmed by his body temperature, he clutched the bead string to his heart as if grasping for a life-saving straw.

The wind whistled outside the window, and the wooden door of the bathroom creaked, making the room even more silent.

The cold touch on the legs suddenly appeared and disappeared quickly, leaving no trace like a hallucination.After hesitating, Ning Xingruan plucked up his courage, slowly moved towards the window, and shouted outside through the window.

Time passed by, and there was no movement in Ning Pingyang's room.

In desperation, he jumped up from the bed wrapped in a quilt, quickly got out of bed and ran to the door.

Bai Nen's feet stepped on the brick floor, and the biting coolness made him stand on tiptoe carefully. The quilt on his body accidentally passed over the desk, and the things on it fell to the ground with a clatter.

The sound of the glass bottle breaking made Ning Xingruan subconsciously look back. It was the birthday present from his roommate, which contained a bottle of perfume and a small bottle of wine.

The perfume and wine were mixed together, and suddenly the strong smell of wine mixed with the smell of perfume came to his nostrils, making him unable to breathe.

Resisting the pungent smell, he regretfully took a step towards the desk, accidentally stepped on the drooping quilt, and immediately staggered forward.

The glass on the ground shone with fragments of light, Ning Xingruan's scalp tightened, and the secret thought was over.

The incandescent lamp above his head flickered, and a shadow fell in front of the desk. Ning Xingruan only felt a tightness around his waist, followed by a blur in front of his eyes, and realized that he was already lying on the bed.

Stretching out his hand to touch his chest in a daze, there was no injury, Ning Xingruan's mind was in chaos.

what happened?

As the coldness lingered over, he shivered belatedly, grabbed the loose quilt, shrank back to the corner of the wall, buried his head deeply between his arms, and dared not move.

The coolness touched his ankle, stroked it lightly, wound up along the ankle, pushed aside a corner of the quilt on his calf, unscrupulous.

Ning Xingruan grasped the corner of the quilt in vain and wanted to wrap himself up, sobbing softly, he tried hard to retract his legs exposed to the air, just moved a little, the force pulled his ankle, as if he wanted to put He pulled himself completely out of the quilt.

"Save..." Weeping uncontrollably, tears slid down his cheeks, he uncontrollably let go of the quilt with his hands that were exhausted from fear, and his body was completely exposed to the air in an instant.

The cold air approached more and more unscrupulously. Ning Xingruan didn't know why he hadn't passed out yet. His strong desire to survive made him gather up the last remaining strength, and he shook his hands to form the handprint taught by Taoist Qingxuan.

The cold tide on his body faded away, and after a long time, Ning Xingruan grabbed the quilt with trembling hands and wrapped himself up.

Fear, horror, and the joy of the rest of his life, the ups and downs of emotions and the weakness of his body made him groggy and almost unconscious.

However, he didn't dare to sleep, and kept his hands in the mudra position, trying to wait for dawn.

There was a deep sigh in the air, and before Ning Xingruan had time to react, he heard a knock on the door.

"Little friend, open the door, it's me."

Daoist Qingxuan's voice sounded outside the door.

Ning Xingruan burst into tears when he heard the familiar voice, he didn't think about why Qingxuan appeared in the middle of the night, he staggered to the door and opened it.

Qingxuan stood at the door, the edge of his Taoist robe was slightly wet, and his expression was hurried.

"Are you okay?"

he asked softly.

Ning Xingruan grabbed his arm tremblingly, sobbed before he could speak, his face was full of dependence and fear.

Being helped into the room, Ning Xingruan let Qingxuan push him back to the bed, covered him with the quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt thoughtfully.

"Don't be afraid, little friend. Pindao came here as soon as he saw you had a situation. Fortunately, nothing happened."

Qingxuan's gentle voice made Ning Xingruan calm down slowly, and the fear in his heart receded. He didn't have time to thank him, and the spirit completely relaxed after confirming his safety quickly fell into deep exhaustion.

In the dream, he was still restless. In the small space, the heat was steaming, and the invisible hands were tossing and turning. He just felt very tired, and he couldn't even think of running away.

The next morning, when Ning Xingruan opened his eyes, he felt very tired. His limbs and waist were so weak that he couldn't exert his strength. It was more tiring than running 3000 meters.

He had to stop when he stretched halfway, and sadly supported his sore waist.

The residual air in the air drifted into his nostrils, he froze for a moment, and looked down under the bed, there was a pile of broken glass bottles lying on the ground, and there was a half-dried stain.

The memory came back, Ning Xingruan shivered, the sunlight coming in through the window could not warm him up, the room seemed to be filled with eerie coolness, which made him have a deep psychological shadow.

Quickly dressed and ran out of the room, Ning Xingruan stood in the yard, bathed in the sun, and felt that the nightmare of last night was gradually going away from him.

Also, Daoist Qingxuan came to rescue him last night, why didn't he see anyone?

Seeing Ning Pingyang coming out of the kitchen, he asked, "Uncle, did you see Daoist Qingxuan this morning?"

"No, he came to look for you?" Ning Pingyang was puzzled.

Ning Xingruan shook his head and didn't say much, telling his uncle about this kind of thing just made him worry for nothing.

After eating, Ning Xingruan went to the ancestral hall with Ning Pingyang. Fourth Master Ning at the entrance of the ancestral hall saw the two coming, and said lovingly, "Why is Ruan's face so ugly, are you tired?"

Ning Xingruan forced a smile and answered a few words.

"Okay, the Taoist priest is waiting for you inside, go there quickly." He patted Ning Xingruan on the shoulder and said.

Although Sishui Village is not big, the ancestral hall is very particular. Passing through the square in front of the gate is a tall gate, on which someone is carving things at this time.Going in and passing the Yimen Gate is the hall of enjoyment, and walking inside is the dormitory where the memorial tablets of the ancestors are enshrined.

There were also a few old people busy in the hall, Ning Xingruan didn't recognize these people, so he had to greet them vaguely with a smile.

On the contrary, the old people saw his kind face and called him back to say a few words.

Ning Xingruan laughed so hard that his face froze before he hurried to the backyard.

Compared with the Xiangtang where the sacrificial ceremony was held, the dormitory is much smaller and slightly dark.

Daoist Qingxuan stood in front of the hall with his eyes slightly closed. He didn't know what he was thinking, so he slowed down and walked over. Just as he stood in front of the Taoist priest, he opened his eyes.

"Daoist, thank you for what happened last night." Ning Xingruan bowed deeply to Daoist Qingxuan, grateful.

He didn't know if he would have woken up this morning if Daoist Qingxuan hadn't rushed over in the middle of the night.

Qingxuan said with a smile: "This is my responsibility, please don't pay too much attention to it. My friend was shocked yesterday. Just be patient for a few more days, and all this will end."

Ning Xingruan's previous world view was shattered, and when he heard this statement again, he no longer resisted the ceremony, but eagerly wanted to end all this as soon as possible.

Qingxuan led Ning Xingruan to the east wing, and said as he walked: "The sacrificial ceremony is held in the sacrificial hall, but the front is still being repaired, we just want to get acquainted first, and come back in two days."

"Okay, that's what the Taoist priest arranged." Ning Xingruan responded obediently.

Entering the wing room, Qingxuan glanced at Ning Xingruan's waist, and asked with concern: "Does Ning Xiaoyou feel uncomfortable in his waist?"

Ning Xingruan nodded embarrassingly: "Maybe it was because I didn't sleep in the right position last night, and my whole body is sore after waking up today."

Qingxuan smiled inexplicably: "You don't mind, I can help you relieve it."

In a daze, Ning Xingruan was pulled into the wing room and lay down on the couch.

Qingxuan put his hand on his waist and gently rubbed it, with moderate strength, just enough to ease the pain in his waist. Ning Xingruan lay on the back of his hand, drowsy.

The hand on the waist didn't stop, from the waist to the back, Ning Xingruan became limp like a cat being rubbed.

Ten minutes later, Qingxuan stopped and asked him to get up, Ning Xingruan was even a little bit reluctant, it was really... so comfortable!

He looked at Qingxuan with bright adoration in his eyes.

Qingxuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and staggered his gaze. When he turned around, he showed a look of anger, and quickly put away his expression.

Ning Xingruan felt very safe looking at Daoist Qingxuan now, he stretched himself, full of energy, and those dark memories could not affect his good mood at this time.

"After welcoming the mountain god from the mountain, it is not too complicated to go to the ancestral hall to invite the god to enter the main shrine." Qingxuan talked about the business, "As a boy holding incense, you only need to wait for the presiding Taoist to finish singing the sacrificial oration, and go forward Just offer incense."

Ning Xingruan listened carefully, remembering every point Qingxuan said.

As Qingxuan said, on the mountain he needs to bow down with the priests to worship the mountain god, and he really doesn't need to do much after going down the mountain.

Simply remember a few special positions and the timing of offering incense. Even if Ning Xingruan has completed the task, the rest will have to wait until the repair of the sacrificial hall is completed before coming back.

"There is still time today, let's find someone to measure you, and make your robe early." Qingxuan looked him up and down, and smiled lightly.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Ning Xingruan followed Qingxuan out of the village and walked in along the road into the mountain.Ning Xingruan was a little strange, he didn't remember that there was someone living in the back mountain, did they just move here?

Passing by the stairs of the temple on the mountain, and walking inside for more than ten minutes, when Ning Xingruan couldn't help asking, a small courtyard appeared behind an inconspicuous stone wall.

After entering, there was only one room in the yard, and an old woman with a stooped body came out, looked at Ning Xingruan, and slowly squeezed out a smile.

"Come in." She spoke slowly and hoarsely.

The walls in the room are covered with bright red cloth, one of which is covered with golden patterns, which is really rich and dazzling.

"Just use this one, lining white." The old man put down the cloth embroidered with gold thread a little stiffly, and spread it on the only big table in the room.

Ning Xingruan hurriedly said: "Grandma, we are here to order clothes for the dojo, don't we need such red ones?"

The old man turned his head slowly, glanced at Qingxuan, and pulled the corner of his mouth again: "This is the most suitable."

"Listen to the old man." Qing Xuan nodded.

"Okay." Ning Xingruan whispered.

The old man took a ruler to measure Ning Xingruan, but unfortunately she was short, so she had to ask Qingxuan to do it for her.

Ning Xingruan stood with her arms outstretched, and let Qingxuan measure the measurements of all parts of her body one by one.

Wrist, arm, shoulder.

Bust, waist, hips.

The slender fingers twirled the tape measure carefully to measure various parts of him, and it was inevitable that there would be touching.

He blushed in embarrassment.