BE Crazy Demon Survival System

After turning around in Moling a few times, Song Yuanyan saw a grave bag without a tombstone. He walked over and touched the soil on the ground. It was slightly wet.

It should be here.

Song Yuanyan picked up his hoe, and it took a long time to dig up the newly filled grave, exposing the coffin cover. What he didn't expect was that the coffin cover was covered with yellow symbols.

"Master Xie is not generally afraid." Song Yuanyan tore the yellow talisman. "These guys are too easy. They ran away without nailing them down."

He Yanyin smiled and said, "The more I think about this kind of thing, the more I get scared. It just so happens that it saves us."

Although Song Yuanyan knew that Xu Qichen was in suspended animation, he still felt uncomfortable the moment he opened the coffin. He gently lifted Xu Qichen out of the cold coffin and laid it flat on the ground as He Yanyin said, and touched him. The cold face was inevitably a little uncomfortable.

He Yanyin opened the first aid kit in her hand and immediately rescued Xu Qichen.

Lin Nianzhi didn't dare to look, and couldn't help standing behind Song Yuanyan, "He should be fine...I'm so scared."

Song Yuanyan was even more afraid, but now he can only choose to believe in He Yanyin.

He Yanyin put his hands on his chest and performed CPR, "Song Yuanyan, come and help me."

"Hold his jaw and blow."

This was the first time Lin Nianzhi saw two men mouth to mouth. Even though she knew it was a rescue, she blushed involuntarily and turned her head to one side. As a result, she saw the fruit in front of the tombstone on the opposite side falling out and rolling a few times. , She was so frightened that she squatted down again, next to He Yanyin.

Hear a squeak.

It turned out to be a mouse...

He Yanyin buried his head on Xu Qichen's chest, "Heartbeat has started to recover!"

Lin Nianzhi asked curiously, "Did his heartbeat stop before?"

He Yanyin shook his head, "It didn't stop completely, it was only very weak, and the instrument could detect it, so I deceived them. I gave him a nerve center inhibitor. There have been cases of false deaths caused by mistakenly ingested such drugs abroad. I dare to do this."

Song Yuanyan stopped artificial respiration and stretched out his hand to check his nose. Xu Qichen suddenly choked, coughed a few times, and scared Lin Nianyi to sit on the ground, "He, he, he woke up!"

"Almost." He Yanyin probed his pulse, "Song Yuanyan, you bury this coffin first, and then carry him into the car. The temperature here is too low."

Several people were busy cleaning up the grave digging site before they left the eerie Mo Ling.

Xu Qichen woke up in Song Yuanyan's car.

In these few hours after fainting, he felt that he had come to another world. Not the world in his book, but the reality that happened to him.

There was a violent impact sound that had not yet dissipated in the ears, 10,000 times more harsh than the sound of nails across the blackboard.

He was covered in blood and was pushed into the hospital. The pain paralyzed his hearing and optic nerves, and everything around him was so cloudy. I vaguely felt my body lying weakly on the cold operating table, and the light of the shadowless lamp penetrated the pupil unscrupulously, leaving a deep white in my mind.

My mind is messy.

Didn’t you say it’s good to travel together?

Why is it here.

"Mom, I want to sit in the front today to see more clearly."

"Okay, fasten your seat belt."

Why are you here...

what's happening?

"Your parents were killed in this car accident."

"You are lucky, not sitting in the back seat, the airbag has worked."

Why am I the only one to survive.

"Wake up!"

The familiar voice appeared and grabbed his hand before falling into the abyss.

He opened his eyes suddenly.

In front of him was Song Yuanyan’s face. He held himself in his arms and patted his back lightly, like coaxing a child waking up from a nightmare, "Great, you finally woke up, just like a nightmare. , Said strange things in a daze."

Xu Qichen couldn't help gasping for breath, stunned for a while, and asked blankly, "How long have I been dead?"

"Why don't you die, why do you say this as soon as you wake up?" Song Yuanyan frowned, "I really took a breath, for fear that you won't wake up again."

Xu Qichen pursed his mouth and smiled, stretched out his hand to touch Song Yuanyan's face, and said nothing.

"You lean back, take a break, I have to continue driving, we have to reach the pier before Mao Shi."

Xu Qichen nodded, then asked again, "Where is Miss He?"

Song Yuanyan restarted the car, "She took Lin Nianzhi back. They sneaked out of the chaos. If they didn't go back quickly, they should arouse suspicion. Originally, my mother was going to send me off. I said there was an appointment today, no Staying overnight at home, it's early, and she won't come."

Xu Qichen replied, remembering what he had arranged before taking the medicine, "Did you inquire about the Xie family?"

"There is no news from the Xie family. It must be blocked by Master Xie, and everything that can be handled is handled secretly. He also believed in the evil, don't you know that when I dug my grave, the coffin was still posted on the coffin. With yellow symbols."

Listening to Song Yuanyan’s jokes, Xu Qichen felt that it was natural, “He is a businessman, and he is very old, and he is most afraid of these evil things. Besides, my reputation in Jiangqu for so many years has always been linked to evil spirits. He pretends not to care, but he is always suspicious. Besides, I'm just an illegitimate child. He would not look down on me if it weren't for the purpose of inheriting my blood." Xu Qichen smiled, "Now I am dead, he is even more afraid of this bad luck. After cutting off the Xie family’s wealth, I guess he will never reveal the news of my death in the short term, and will even find an excuse for studying abroad to prevaricate my disappearance."

Song Yuanyan teased, "Your mind is very careful."

"I was also forced to be helpless." Xu Qichen, who had just recovered a little bit, was weak, so he could only leaned back in the chair lazily, and had much less energy to speak.

Suddenly heard a familiar voice.

0901: "Mr. Xu, why did you choose to blame Liu Mingde for your death?"

It’s easy to reply to 0901 in my heart. Xu Qichen explained, “It’s always going to die. Since the original plot did not give a clear candidate for the murderer, then everyone has the possibility. Instead of passively guessing who the murderer is, then protect yourself. It's better to get away with Jin Chan, choose the villain that is the easiest to defeat, and let him take care of me."

"Furthermore, Liu Mingde's mother and son killed people originally. Xie Rujun's death was caused by them alone. It is not wrong for him to pay for his life. Although Song Yuanfeng is not a good person, I remember that his life was not long. He passed away in a few years, and there is no need for me to risk dealing with him."

0901 expressed his approval and went offline again.

It feels like it has been quite busy recently.

Xu Qichen felt sleepy, so he tilted his head and fell asleep. When he woke up, it was still dark, but he had already reached the destination. Song Yuanyan parked the car at the pier, and when he walked to the back seat, he saw that there was something he had just woke up. Xu Qichen, who was fascinated, sat in a daze and lovely, like a small animal.

Two people wrapped in scarves and hats, and boarded the boat with a few luggage. On the first day of the new year, there are not many people on board, and even the three cruises a day in the past have only one early in the morning. The winter wind mixed with the smell of sea water, blowing on the eyelids, it was cool and stinging.

A misty morning mist appeared on the sea, and the two of them were wrapped in it. Song Yuanyan wanted Xu Qichen to rest, but he refused.

"I want to stand on the deck and watch the sunrise."

The two stood just like this, shoulders resting on their shoulders, watching the deep blue sky gradually turn white, and the colors gradually dyed like watercolor. I don't know how long I watched this silently, the red sun that I was looking forward to appeared from the distant sea level, the light pierced the mist.

Xu Qichen, who was lying on the railing, turned his face to the side, pulled off the scarf covering half of his face slightly, and said to Song Yuanyan who was still looking at the sea.

"happy New Year."

Song Yuanyan looked at him and saw Xu Qichen buried his face in the stacked scarf again, and squeezed his face on a whim, "Happy birthday."

"Huh?" Xu Qichen let out a questioning nasal sound and was taken aback. Song Yuanyan smiled and leaned on the railing, "You have come back from the dead, let's celebrate our birthday on this day in the future."

"Yeah." Xu Qichen glanced at him, then lowered his head, looking at the splashing sea, "From now on, my family is only you."

His voice was diminished by the thick morning mist, and it floated softly to Song Yuanyan's ear, and then quietly exploded a firework.

There were not many people on the deck, and Song Yuanyan held Xu Qichen's hand in a calm manner, placed it in front of him, and gently kissed the ring finger.

"This place must be left to me."

The full rays of the morning sun flowed freely on his face, illuminating his smile very brightly, as well as the pair of tiger teeth that are always poking on the tip of his heart.

The throbbing in my heart was like a sea wave, wave after wave.

"So hungry." Xu Qichen took out his hand and stretched out, "I want to eat."

"What do you want to eat? Let's go down to the restaurant and see?"

Xu Qichen looked into his eyes and uttered two words in a casual and brisk tone, "Dumplings."

After speaking, he looked at Song Yuanyan, and the other party put his hands in his pockets. There didn't seem to be too many unnatural expressions on his face. He just said to himself: "I don't know if there is any, go and have a look."

After a long journey to England, Xu Qichen and Song Yuanyan rented a small two-story house. The landlord was a very kind-looking aunt with curly hair. She couldn't distinguish the appearance of Asians, and thought they were brothers.

"Come here, but no one will serve you." Xu Qichen cleaned up the room and didn't forget to tease the young master who was in good clothes.

Song Yuanyan didn’t eat this set. He picked him up from behind while he wasn’t paying attention, put him on the sofa, and took away the broomstick in his hand, “You said, outsiders know that I’m a young master, but when did I call him? Have you served me? On the contrary, it was me who gave food and clothes, changing tricks to coax you all day long. I really don’t know who is the young master."

Xu Qichen leaned back on the sofa and stretched out his leg to kick Song Yuanyan's calf bone, "It turns out that you have so many complaints, this name is really correct."

Song Yuanyan, who was bent over to sweep the floor, grabbed Xu Qichen's ankles all at once, "You are getting sharper and sharper now." Xu Qichen, who was caught by his ankles, had no sense of time to beg for mercy, and stared at his legs until Song Yuanyan threw it away. The broom was pressed against him, and it fluttered like a chick, smiling and saying, "No matter how sharp my teeth are, I don't have yours."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yuanyan took a bite of Xu Qichen's cheek, leaving deep and shallow tooth marks on his face, "It's good to know."

Xu Qichen covered his face, turned over and lay on the sofa, "I'm injured and can't clean the room."

Song Yuanyan was amused by his unknowingly coquettish appearance, "Okay, little master."

Life in the UK is not particularly difficult for Xu Qichen. The most difficult thing is to pretend that he doesn't understand English at all. It just so happened that one day, it was a nice weekend, and the landlord’s wife knocked on the door.

Xu Qichen was washing the apple at the time. He heard someone knock on the door and called Song Yuanyan, but he didn't seem to hear him upstairs, so Xu Qichen shook the water on his hand and opened the door.

The landlord’s wife was holding a snow-white Persian cat in her hand, and when she saw Xu Qichen, she explained that she had recently made a trip to the far door and wanted to ask them to take care of her cat. Xu Qichen heard clearly, but when he thought that he had never learned a foreign language, he pretended to be embarrassed and ran upstairs to pull Song Yuanyan down and talk to the landlord’s wife.

Xu Qichen returned to the kitchen, washed the half-washed apple under the faucet again, then took it and walked to the living room, sitting cross-legged on the sofa and listening to the conversation between the two.

"Trouble you, this cat is called Anna, it's still obedient, as long as she is given enough food and water, she can solve everything by herself."

Song Yuanyan smiled and took the cat over, "You're welcome, we will take care of her for you."

The landlord's wife glanced at Xu Qichen on the sofa and said with a smile: "Your brother is so cute. I wonder if he likes cats?"

Song Yuanyan smiled, "He is like a cat himself."

Xu Qichen heard clearly, and had to pretend that he didn't understand anything, and took a bite of the apple.

Who is like a cat?

Why do you say I am like a cat?

The snow-white Persian cat jumped briskly from Song Yuanyan's arms, and walked to Xu Qichen's feet.

What are you doing here?

"It seems that Anna likes your brother very much." The landlady said with a smile.

Xu Qichen touched Anna's ear with his toe, itchy.

Do you want to eat apples?

Song Yuanyan looked back at him, "Everyone likes him."

Now, Xu Qichen's ears have become itchy.

This exaggerated guy, save me a little face.

After sending away the landlord’s wife, Song Yuanyan prepared cat food and cat litter according to what the other party said. He walked to the sofa, took the cat to the small basin with cat food, and touched his head, " Eat here, you know?"

His voice was very gentle. Xu Qichen was lying on the sofa and reading, but his ears followed the cat to Song Yuanyan's arms.

Say I am like a cat, now I have a new favorite.

There is no room for two cats in one mountain.

Thinking about this, Xu Qichen slumped down on the book and made a loud noise. Song Yuanyan turned around, "What's the matter?"

"What did you just tell the landlady?"

Song Yuanyan smiled and said, "It's nothing, she told me how to raise a cat."

Xu Qichen turned his face and looked at him and the cat, "What else?"

Song Yuanyan's face was not red and heartbeat, "No more."

Xu Qichen gave a cry. I felt very disadvantaged. I knew he was lying, but couldn't expose his lie. This feeling was really suffering.

During the meal, Song Yuanyan suddenly said, “I’ll teach you English. You see, living here, it’s always inconvenient to not know English.”

Xu Qichen's feet hooked and swayed up and down, "Okay."

The round of unspoken lies, but inexplicably makes people feel good.

After dinner, Song Yuanyan made a pot of hot black tea. Xu Qichen was wrapped in a blanket and sat in front of a small table on the balcony. The setting sun was slanting on the balcony, illuminating the potted plants full and beautiful.

Anna lay on Xu Qichen's straight feet, her soft belly pressed against his cool instep, warm and comfortable.

"Where do you start?" Song Yuanyan handed him a cup of black tea. "Let's learn from simple dialogue."

Xu Qichen took a sip, and the rich aroma of tea poured into his lungs, "Okay. I will say hello, and goodbye. You don't need to teach these two sentences."

Song Yuanyan lowered his head and smiled, "Then learn to introduce yourself today."

Xu Qichen put down the cup, said okay very cooperatively, and then pretended that he really didn't understand anything, watching Song Yuanyan write a line in English, and then taught him to read word by word.

Anna wakes up and sleeps, sleeps and wakes up, and back and forth, Song Yuanyan has taught him a full ten sentences, which are all necessary daily words. Xu Qichen's heart was filled with a sense of pleasure of being mischievous. His toes gently rubbed the hair on Anna's belly, and his eyes quietly glanced at Song Yuanyan, who was writing seriously with his head down.

"Just learn this, today."

Xu Qichen nodded, Anna, who had had enough sleep, was a little hungry, and walked slowly back to the room to eat. Xu Qichen put her leg on Song Yuanyan's thigh opposite, and pretended to hold the piece of paper in silence. Song Yuanyan pulled the blanket on the back of his chair and put it on his feet.

The moon pushed back the sun, which was unwilling to leave, and climbed up the dark blue sky with stars. Xu Qichen stretched his waist, retracted his numb leg, raised his neck and stared at the sky, "How can time pass so fast? The stars are coming out in a blink of an eye."

Song Yuanyan closed the book in front of him, smiling with emotion, "Time is an illusion."

Xu Qichen found this sentence very interesting, probably because of the occupational disease of the writer. He kicked Song Yuanyan's knee, "Why do you say that?"

Song Yuanyan propped his chin with his hands, "I didn't say this, but a famous scientist."

Xu Qichen nodded, folded his hands, the tip of his chin rested on the back of his hands, and looked at Song Yuanyan with an humbly teachable appearance.

Song Yuanyan thought for a while, and explained: "Needless to say the whole universe, even on this balcony, there are two completely different time and space." His eyes lightly glanced at Xu Qichen's face, "What you are feeling now, and What I feel is two different time and space. Because we have completely different time perceptions."

Xu Qichen nodded thoughtfully, "Is it because the way of observation is different?" He remembered Su Shi's article, "The world could not be viewed in a moment when the one who changed from the change was viewed. Both things and me are endless."

"There are reasons for this, in fact, the explanation of this theory is quite complicated." Song Yuanyan touched the pen with his finger, and caught it when it was about to roll off the table. "However, in addition to physical reasons, there are some problems. Things like brains and nerves are inseparable. The book I just read is about human biology."

Xu Qichen stretched out a hand, picked up the book that Song Yuanyan had just read, flipped through it, it was all in English, and then put it back with a confused expression on his face.

"To some extent, time is a perception and estimation of the brain."

Song Yuanyan did the same as him, lying on the table, reaching out and poking Xu Qichen's forehead gently, "Our brains secrete a substance called dopamine. Someone has studied that this substance will affect our judgment of time. ." His fingers moved to Xu Qichen's cheek, "Like an invisible hand."

He squeezed his face out, and the corners of his mouth were pulled apart by him, "When there is little dopamine, time is stretched and it feels very slow."

Xu Qichen patted his hand dissatisfiedly, Song Yuanyan smiled and let go, "On the contrary, if there is a lot of dopamine, time will pass quickly."

"Do you know when people secrete dopamine in large quantities?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "When?"

Song Yuanyan picked up a small piece of chocolate dessert on the plate and fed it to Xu Qichen's mouth. Xu Qichen opened his mouth happily and swallowed the dessert in one bite.

"While eating chocolate, and..." Before he finished, he waved to Xu Qichen again, motioning for him to come closer, and Xu Qichen moved forward obediently, and the two were very close.

Song Yuanyan's eyelashes flickered slowly and grabbed Xu Qichen's attention. Taking this opportunity, he briskly pecked Xu Qichen's soft lips.

"In love."

The snack has been eaten in his stomach, but a lingering sweetness slowly reverberates, and it becomes more and more dense after seeing his two small tiger teeth.

Xu Qichen believed that this must be dopamine at work.

"Dopamine brings us pleasure, which is why in our eyes, happy time is always very short. Dopamine manipulates our brains, and our brains do not measure time objectively." Song Yuanyan picked up the stick. The pen turned subconsciously, and the spinning pen made a beautiful arc on his slender fingers.

This scene made Xu Qichen feel familiar and almost lost his mind.

The person in front of him seemed to gradually overlap with the figure in the school uniform and shirt in the memory.

"It's cold or not, let's go back and rest."

Xu Qichen returned to his senses and nodded. He was too lazy to lower his head. He stretched out a pair of feet on the ground and fumbled for his slippers. Song Yuanyan couldn't stand it anymore, and walked directly to his side, passing his arm through his knee socket, He hugged.

After listening to the theory class for a long time, Xu Qichen was really sleepy. He would struggle for a while when he encountered this kind of holding up position, but now he was too lazy to move, leaning on Song Yuanyan’s body, listening to his powerful heartbeat until I fell into the soft bed and was willing to take a bit of effort to get into the quilt, still lying on my stomach like I was used to, like Anna who was lazy in the evening.

Song Yuanyan lifted a corner of the quilt, lay down, stretched out his hand to touch Xu Qichen's face buried in the pillow, and asked him to face him sideways.

"Do you want to review what you learned today?"

Xu Qichen's eyes were bright in the dark night, "Don't go to work, be a teacher, you must be a qualified gentleman."

Song Yuanyan moved closer, rubbed the tip of Xu Qichen's cool nose against the tip of his nose, "I'll teach you another sentence."

Xu Qichen deliberately hid back and smiled: "What do you teach?"

"Good night." Song Yuanyan's voice sounded like a mellow and sweet black tea, warm.

Xu Qichen blinked, "Okay, how do you say?"

The person close at hand stretched out his hand, gently pinched Xu Qichen’s earlobe, and slowly said word by word with a very believable serious expression, "Iloveyou."

A nameless nerve in Xu Qichen's mind bounced, and his mind was filled with the four words [I knew].

With Song Yuanyan's scheming, how could it be possible to teach him to speak English honestly, and it would not be Song Yuanyan to not lie to him.

Xu Qichen sucked his nose and read it along the gourd. His eyes quickly caught the triumphant sly of Song Yuanyan's eyes.

"Well, you can say good night to me now."

This is like saying that the witness at the wedding has finished a lot of long lines and announced that the two newlyweds can now kiss.

Xu Qichen moved to Song Yuanyan's side, and then simply squatted on his body, close to his ear.

Word by word, like a very well-behaved student.

"I love you."

Song Yuanyan reacted quickly and hugged the person tightly, listening to him giggling in his ears.

"You lied to me!"

Xu Qichen stopped laughing and looked at Song Yuanyan face to face, with an expression that would rather die than admit his mistake, "You lied to me first!"

This is indeed the case, Song Yuan said there is no way, "How do you know?"

"I guess." Xu Qichen knocked Song Yuanyan's forehead.

"The old man who sells apples downstairs always says this to his wife." His expression was very sincere. "He would hug her and kiss her face when he said it."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, "And he will say it no matter morning, afternoon or evening."

Song Yuanyan rubbed his hair, "You are too smart."

Xu Qichen deliberately fell heavily on him, so that Song Yuanyan snorted, and then he rolled off, "sleepy, sleeping."

Song Yuanyan walked around from behind, hugging him in his arms, like two spoons clinging to each other tightly.

Xu Qichen suddenly remembered their discussion about time.

There was a sense of loss for no reason.

"It would be great if time never ends."

Don't want to end, don't want to end.

"When it is almost impossible to capture, there will be no end node."

Song Yuanyan kissed the back of his head, "In my time and space, both you and me are endless."

Hearing Song Yuanyan's quotation of the poems he accidentally mentioned, Xu Qichen suddenly felt a dislocation of romance.

He turned around in the arms surrounded by Song Yuanyan, faced him, reached his side neck, took a bite at the beating pulse, and slightly moved his lips against the small piece of skin, "That's in my time and space. in……"

"You are an endless source of dopamine."