"In front of the gate, under the bridge, a group of ducks swam by, counting, two, four, six, seven, eight..."

This nursery rhyme is playing on the TV in the living room.

In the morning, the monk who had just gotten up and was about to wash up was stunned when he heard this song. He was stunned. What happened last night was still vivid in his mind, especially the pair of wet footprints, which not only hit Su Bai, but also a great blow to himself and Lord Buddha. After all, he and Lord Buddha are also residents of this house. In the past, they were proud that this "Peach Blossom Land" was a shelter for them to be at ease, but now, this house has been won twice.

The monk looked to the living room with some concern, but found Su Bai sitting on the sofa eating fried egg toast while drinking milk, while putting his phone on the side watching some video.

"Ash." The monk said.

"Good morning." Su Bai waved his hand, not lifting his head, but pointed to the kitchen, "There is breakfast in the kitchen ready."

"Yeah." The monk was a little surprised by Su Bai's reaction at this time, which was completely different from the hysteria she had last night.

When the monk washed up and came out, Su Bai had finished eating. He was not in the living room, but lying on a rattan chair in the yard. He was basking in the rising sun early in the morning without rushing to work like the rest of the people to work for life. It is undoubtedly a very pleasant thing.

When Gyatso came out, he saw Su Bai basking in the sun outside and threw a look at the monk who was sitting on the sofa having breakfast.

The monk shook his head and signaled that he didn't know.

It was just one night and it really became like nothing happened, but it seemed that nothing could happen to Su Bai. The monk and the Buddha were just a little surprised, not really incredible. After all, Su Bai's ability to withstand stress and self-regulation ability are sometimes really perverted.

Su Bai on the rattan chair closed his eyes and breathed in the fragrance of the morning. Next to his rattan chair was the vine. The vine seemed to have its own life, moving with the breeze, swaying in shape.

The morning is beautiful, life is beautiful, and life seems to be beautiful.

"Monk, I'm missing a pot of tea." Su Bai shouted on the rattan chair.

After a while, the monk walked out with a teapot and tea cup.

Su Bai took the teacup and held it in his hand.

"Is it going to bask in the sun here today?" asked the monk.

"You two are at a critical moment, go and do your job. This promotion to a senior audience is like having a baby. The more you need to work harder the end." Su Bai is now a senior audience, and it can be said that he is ahead of the monk and the Buddha, so he is indeed qualified to give some advice to the monk and the Buddha.

"I am going out later. Today, a Western Buddhist exchange group came here, but something seemed to have changed."

"What's the matter?" Su Bai knew that the monk had been participating in such activities recently.

"This is the other party's list, take a look." The monk handed Su Bai a red booklet.

Su Bai glanced at it and found that the first one was the name of the leader of the communication group, and the name of the leader was the most attractive.

"Luier?" Su Bai smiled, "Is this bullying you monks, Zhongyuan, don't understand English or what else does it mean? Lucifer, shouldn't it be the name of the Demon King?"

"I will take a look at it then, it may be just a misunderstanding."

"Go and go early and come back early and make dinner." Su Bai gave the monk a teacup.

The monk left, and the Buddha changed into a bright dress and walked out. There were many metal rings on the clothes, and there were jingling sounds when walking.

"Dabai, does this dress look good?" Master Buddha stood in front of Su Bai and turned around.

Su Bai reached out to cover his eyes and pretended not to see it.

The Buddha glanced at Su Bai and said sympathetically, "Summer insects cannot speak of ice."

Immediately, Lord Buddha left the house with great interest.

Looking at his "graceful" look, it is really hard to associate the man who killed someone with a shirtless upper body carrying a hatchet when he first saw him two or three years ago.

Time is a killer. People and time are actually in a state of relative movement. Time will change people, but people cannot do anything to time. From this perspective, it seems a bit unfair.

Su Bai lay on the rattan chair for about an hour, and the sun slowly rose. It rained last night, but today's weather seemed particularly clear. Under the sunlight, the warmth was burning.

Jixiang, wrapped in white bandages all over his body, slowly walked out. The monk's bandage technique was very good and would not affect Jixiang's activities. However, at this time, even if it still deliberately raised its head high, it could only make the effect of emoticons, and it was difficult to create the cool and cool style it used to be.

Of course, if it loses memory, it will naturally no longer be the auspicious thing it used to be.

The monk said that whether the memory can be restored depends on whether the soul can be restored.

Su Bai turned over and got off the rattan chair and picked up Jixiang. Jixiang instinctively resisted the hug from humans. Whether or not he lost his memory, it seemed to be disgusting as a human pet, but at this time it really couldn't challenge Su Bai. Su Bai held him in his arms, grabbed its cat's paws with both hands, and swayed gently up and down.

"It's recovering well." Su Bai said while teasing Jixiang. Last night, someone came, but he did not take Jixiang away, nor did he kill Jixiang, nor did he attack the three people in the room.

In fact, Su Bai is clear about the principle that a man and a woman cannot attack the audience. The monk also told Gyatso last night that the meaning is that a man and a woman is terrible, but they cannot kill themselves, otherwise the radio will find them.

It feels strange now. The radio abused himself thousands of times, but for Su Bai, the only thing he could count on was the radio. If the radio had not suppressed the man and woman to become the sword hanging above their heads, he might not have even the necessity of existence.

Su Bai re-checked and found that Jixiang's recovery status was better than expected before, and his body's fur was recovering well. It was probably because of the snake gallbladder and the two monks taking medicine. However, Jixiang's true body and soul did not recover much, but it was just maintaining a trend of not continuing to deteriorate.

In other words, what Jixiang has recovered now is just a cat's body, and now it is actually an ordinary cat. When he was in that research institute, Jixiang could still fight with ordinary monsters, but after being sucked by the triangular eyes, Jixiang's remaining power was also pulled away.

A black cat, a cold black cat, and a stingy cat who can't resist in the face of his master's teasing.

Jixiang is still struggling. It seems that it really doesn't like a male adult human holding itself like this, and holding its own claws to do the lucky cat. Although it doesn't understand what the lucky cat is, it instinctively feels that it shouldn't do such stupid moves.

But soon, Jixiang stopped struggling because it sensed that the man holding him was twitching slightly and his palms were trembling.

This meow is the one who should resist and cry when you are teased. You are using your strength to me, how do you feel that you are the one who is being beaten!

But for some reason, Jixiang did not struggle anymore. He seemed to sigh and lay obediently in Su Bai's arms.

Su Bai raised his head and took a deep breath.

He picked up Jixiang and placed it on the coffee table beside the rattan chair. Jixiang crawled here and looked at Su Bai.

Su Bai put a photo in front of Jixiang.

"Do you know him?"

Su Bai asked, pointing at the little guy in the photo.

Jixiang was silent, then lowered his head, pressed his claws on his head, struggling a little, a little aggrieved, and a little inexplicable.

"good."

Seeing Jixiang like this, Su Bai couldn't bear to continue asking. It had no memory of itself, but had feelings for itself. It proved this when he was in the research institute before. Then Jixiang must have felt more about the little guy, but it couldn't remember anything. Continuing to show it the little guy's photos is just a torture for it.

"Come on, I'll take you home and take you to find Ruyi!"

Now, it seems that only one place is left to help Jixiang recover. There is Ruyi, a friend who grew up with Jixiang since childhood, and the fat man in the coffin, and that person is very inconsistent with Su Yuhang.

Now, Su Bai suddenly wondered, if he had not come out of the place where he at that time, but was still locked up in the place where he was enlightened, would the little guy be captured? Will Jixiang become like this?

Perhaps, the little guy may lose his father for a long time, but the reason why the man and woman attacked the little guy and Jixiang is most likely because of themselves. If they are in a place they cannot reach, then they will not attack others again.

Su Bai took out his cell phone and prepared to book a plane ticket, but at this time, Jixiang jumped off the coffee table and rushed into the living room.

Su Bai didn't care about it either, just go and play it. But when buying the air ticket, Su Bai found that he had no money in his card, so he had to call Chu Zhao and ask Chu Zhao to transfer 20,000 yuan to him first.

Money in the real world is really meaningless to the audience, and Chu Zhao quickly transferred the money.

After Su Bai's air ticket was booked, he turned around and found Jixiang standing on the carpet in the living room. It was still biting a bag of fresh milk on its mouth, but it was a little confused. It seemed that it didn't know what it was biting this bag of fresh milk for, and even who it should give it to, but it knew that it didn't like drinking this thing, so it was definitely not for it to drink.

Su Bai looked at the wall clock in the living room. It was ten o'clock in the morning.
Chapter completed!