Rain or shine

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There is a long dining table in the hall, but the three seats at the end are empty.

Warm milk, borscht, apple cider vinegar, Coke, Sprite, coffee—there is no doubt that the Zuo family is a big family, as can be seen from the abundance of breakfast drinks.

Now Zuo Danyun, the oldest of the new generation born in the Zuo family, has grown up, while the youngest, Zuo Shengxi, is two years younger than Mo Shengling.

"Third Brother, Eldest Sister and Second Brother... When will they come back?" The thin black head was raised slightly, and the panda on the pajamas was sullen, which had exactly the same expression as hers.

"Who knows, maybe I'll be back in a week, maybe I won't be back in a year." Zuo Qiutang, who was ranked fourth, rushed to return.

Answer, pulling up one corner of his mouth, squinting his eyes and showing a rather nasty smile at Zuo Chengxi, "I said that you are not the age for a baby to be nursed, so you really have nothing else to do besides acting like a baby to your eldest sister and second brother?"

"Zuo Qiutang, don't talk nonsense, Xiaoqi's face turned pale without looking at it." Zuo Quanming tapped the spoon on the side of the plate. As the third son, he had to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the other siblings.

Pat, clack, clatter, the chubby figure's feet were already sweating profusely after running down the second floor of the stairs.

"Late again, good morning Sister Yue." Zuo Kaidong corrected with a smile.He and Zuo Qiutang are of the same father and mother, and the "Winter" in the name is derived from her "Autumn".

"Third Brother. Grandma said that compared to [Spiritual Empathy], I should practice [Assimilation], and I won't go to school next week." Zuo Siyue said.

Hearing this, Zuo Shengxi in the corner involuntarily put down the bread brought to his mouth.Is the warm milk you swallowed cold?She thought, it would be great if Sister Danyun and Brother Yaoqing were here.But there is no way, even if you call the phone, it will only be converted into a voice message recording, and you will not be able to get in touch at all.

"Xiaoxi? If you are not feeling well, go back to your room and rest."

"During adolescence, some teenagers 'awaken' and develop superhuman abilities, some of them become sentinels, some of them become guides.

Sentinel's five senses are much more developed than that of ordinary people, and they can see, hear, taste, smell and feel things that are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.But this kind of power has a disadvantage. When the sentries focus on one sense, they can no longer pay attention to everything around them except the target.

The Guide exists to stop this, to pull the Sentinels back before they get out of control.In addition, because the Sentinel's perception ability is too strong, they can only eat the most bland food and wear the softest clothing, otherwise they will not be able to eat, or scratch their own flesh until it is ripped apart. "

Mo Shengling listened carefully to Kuranoxiang's explanation, and silently wrote down the relevant matters.

The question was first raised by him to Kuranoxiang.Sentinels, guides, spiritual powers.He had heard similar words many times before Zuo Yaoqing came, but Caroline let him go, so he never thought of pursuing them deeply.

But since he had the so-called spiritual contact with Zuo Yaoqing, he felt that the end seemed to be straightened and then lengthened.Even, dream changes, sounds, hallucinations, all kinds of things resonate vaguely.The discomfort, which cannot be called torture, affected him to a considerable extent.He doesn't know exactly how, if he wants to know, he can only find out thoroughly.

What's more, the other party is Zuo Yaoqing? ——Except for the wolves, there was only one person who had established contact with him.

"I can understand that a guide is very important to a sentinel." Mo Shengling said, "Ke Qing is a guide—is it necessary for him to be a sentinel?"

Kuranoxiang thought for a while, and replied: "Theoretically, yes. Just like people need food and water, the spiritual connection between the sentinel and the guide is also a psychological need to a certain extent. However, the guide is more important than the sentinel. Sensible, most guides are capable of maintaining their spirits in a good state."

"Is it the reason why he fainted because he didn't have a sentry?" Mo Shengling asked.

"Not quite.

Julius, also known as Zuo Yaoqing in your mouth, has extraordinary talents, so he doesn't need to worry about being a sentinel.The reason why his spirit is in a high-risk state is that he has lost his ability to guide.Caroline and I deduced that his psychological trauma could not be healed, and his mental picture was destroyed and disordered. If there is stimulation, it may collapse at any time.

But as you said, if there is a sentinel that can be accepted by his spiritual body, and his mental image can be restored, maybe everything will change. "

Mo Shengling raised his head and blinked: "Can I?"

"You? It's nonsense if you don't wake up and think too much." Cang Yexiang waved his hands, sighed, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and said slowly, "Maybe it will work."

"Last time, didn't you succeed in bringing him back? The hope is slim, but it's better than nothing."

"Let me try, how can I awaken as a sentinel?"

"Silly boy... this kind of thing can't be made difficult by others."

"That child Zuo Shengxi is really attached to you, how many calls for help is this?" Caroline took a sip of her black coffee, bags and dark circles under her eyes were heavily spread on her lower eyelids.

Zuo Yaoqing casually said: "She is young, she is in the clingy period, it is normal."

"If the situation permits, do you want to consider letting Mo Shengling be your sentry?" Caroline asked, "His mind control and defense are the strongest I have ever seen. Besides, in my opinion, you His personality is pretty good, after spending so many days getting along, it is also a pleasure."

Zuo Yaoqing snorted when she heard the words, put on her coat and put on her shoes at the door: "Are you kidding me? Let's not say that I don't have the ability to recover and he hasn't awakened... To be honest, I don't want to think about it right now."

"Why, I suddenly became anxious because the date is approaching?" Caroline said lightly.

"To shut up."

The number displayed on the calendar is the entire year since he left.

"...I'll be back tomorrow morning."

He had spent many nights like this, like today.

Take a seat at the bar of the tavern, throw out the banknotes in exchange for more than a dozen glasses of spirits and a signature wine girl, wrapping yourself with the taste of nicotine and the concentration of alcohol.It would be great if he could drink very little, so that his stomach would not be on fire and his mind would still be clear.

A year ago, an angel gave him salvation.But a year later, it was the death day of this angel.

Impermanence?He smiled and choked out a belch from his throat in embarrassment.

When he opened the door of the room, he didn't even look up to see whether the makeup of the first woman was delicate or pure.Messy and chaotic, peeling off all over the place while walking the clothes, his or a woman's.Ahhh, who cares.

The bed was sunken, the woman's body was slowly opened by him, her hair was messy, her underwear slipped to her shoulders, she had a happy expression, and her lipstick was printed on his face.

Make a mess of it.

It is clear that the body is rampaging in the soft body, but the picture in the brain is played like a revolving lantern. It is a scene of separation of soul and flesh. He has seen it countless times:

Accustomed to high lights, will make a mischievous smile; words of praise and countless trophies; Faces flashed by one by one; an angel descended and embraced him tenderly; gray tombstones, church bells ringing... Under the night sky of fireworks, pupils dotted with dark vermilion shining like stars, golden light, and eyes on the chest blood...

"!?"

As if he had been hit in the head, cold water was poured from the top of the sky to the soles of his feet, his movements faltered, and he was speechless.

"Sir, sir?" The woman said dissatisfied, with a seductive trill in her panting.

However, Zuo Yaoqing's sight seems to have lost its focusing function, since it can superimpose the face of Mo Shengling who suddenly appeared and the face of a completely unrelated woman lying down.

"Qing." The immature voice has not yet faded, calling out his last word with some milkiness.

absurd!He was startled into a cold sweat by his overly real imagination, but the thing under his body became harder and hotter, and he couldn't fool anyone.

Usually he doesn't have a rich and expressive face, but the sobbing appearance makes him fascinated, and he can't stop.What's next for him?Pain or enjoyment?Begging for mercy or glaring at him?

Damn it!As if he wanted to shake these out of his mind, he swooped down and hit them fiercely.It was all caused by spiritual contact, he was only influenced by his subconscious mind!

In the early morning of the next day, Zuo Yaoqing carefully pushed open the door.

Mo Shengling who was on the sofa got up suddenly, and kept rubbing his eyes as he walked towards him. He should have been waiting for him all night.

"Qing, where did you go?" He asked, frowning, "The smell of wine is so strong. And—"

"Children, don't ask so many questions." Zuo Yaoqing moved her gaze away from his lips, but landed on the collarbone exposed by the unbuttoned pajamas, took a deep breath, and went upstairs impatiently, " Leave me alone for a while."

The door is closed.

Mo Shengling raised his head and stared at the closed door, pursed his lower lip, and clenched his fists.

Many years later, he still had a fresh memory of the day Zuo Yaoqing didn't return home at night, she stepped into the room with an unpleasant smell of alcohol and strong woman's perfume, and drew a line to him without warning. No boundaries.He stared at that door for a long time, not knowing what was on his chest.

Unforgettable anger.

For two consecutive days after that, Zuo Yaoqing deliberately reduced contact with Mo Shengling, and the scene in the dream lingered, making him even more dizzy.

"Why avoid me?" On the contrary, Mo Shengling refused to let him do what he wanted, grabbed his arm before he entered the room, frowned, and asked straight to the point, his eyes were like sharp swords, making it embarrassing to dodge.

Zuo Yaoqing smirked wordlessly, pushed his hand away, closed the door and locked it.

The black-haired boy came to the palace again. Through the window, the blond boy was still kneeling in the flower field, in front of the tombstone, his eyes were as gentle as water.

He turned his head to see another blond boy walking towards him.The same face, but with blood in the pupils, it was much more terrifying than the one outside the window, and he was much more familiar with it.

The last time it was the darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, and the last time it was the iron cage that wailed non-stop.

The blond boy always comes out laughing, then spreads his hands, and the scene changes—this time it's a hospital, with bloody limbs, EKGs, brains, doctors in white coats, and the freezing air of a mortuary.

But he knows.

The black-haired boy clenched the handle of the wheelchair and pushed forward desperately. The green emergency light at the front safety exit flickered on and off.

The back of the blond boy gradually appeared on the unoccupied wheelchair. He was covered in cuts and bruises, and there were pale skin and blue blood vessels under the sleeves of the hospital gown.

When the front wheels rolled over the threshold, the oncoming light was too dazzling.

It's not okay to let him stay here alone.

go out.This man must be taken out.

In the middle of the night, the wind was blowing, the grass and trees were swaying, and the unreliable window edges were crackling.

Zuo Yaoqing cursed secretly, she was exhausted by the noise, she couldn't help but went to the ground to find her slippers, and went to the kitchen to find wine to help her sleep.He rubbed his sore eyes, there was a faint light from the kitchen and the sound of rummaging through things.

"zero?"

The figure with his back turned a deaf ear, knelt on the tiles, stretched out his arms and buried himself in the freezer to search for something.

"You're very energetic." Zuo Yaoqing said angrily, "Hurry up and go to bed."

The words were cut off with the touching fingers, he was startled, he took half a step back, covered his nose and stood away.

Mo Sheng was not hungry, so he was not looking for ice cream, he opened the freezer because he needed to cool down, he was so hot that he was about to lose consciousness, so he instinctively looked for the fastest way to solve the problem.

"Get up!" Zuo Yaoqing reacted very quickly, and pulled Mo Shengling up, "You are currently awakened, your body is very weak, and I cannot allow you to spoil it and cause the root cause of the disease!"

Mo Shengling didn't seem to listen to what he said, he waved his arm away and wanted to go to the refrigerator.

Zuo Yaoqing was resolutely enraged by his actions, kicked the cabinet door, hugged Mo Shengling's hot body and fell onto the sofa.His forehead hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, his eyes were closed tightly, and his breath was unsteady, rambling.

He leaned over and specially tested the temperature on the side of his face with the back of his hand.Sensing the temperature difference, Mo Shengling tilted his head slightly, rubbed his face between Zuo Yaoqing's palms twice, and hooked his fingers around his cuffs.

Zuo Yaoqing swallowed, feeling that something was wrong.He fluttered his nostrils, and smelled a strong pungent, somewhat fishy milky aroma - the sentinel pheromone can't be wrong.

(Parts are inconvenient to release)

Unexpectedly, the door opened at this moment.The strong wind blew into the house and stopped to rest in the living room.

The person who came in wore an old black windbreaker with a wide brimmed hat, a hooked nose, dry skin, and deep eye sockets. He looked at the two of them, pursed his thin lips, and sneered, "Young man, you are so angry. "

The author has something to say: Given his age, it is impossible to actually shoot with a gun at this time.

There will be in the future.

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