"Yingying, the crab shell yellow you like is just out of the oven at Xinghualou."

A slender man put the snacks on the coffee table of Yu's house, turned around, opened the refrigerator, took out two cans of beer, then sat on the sofa and opened the buckle loudly.

"Come on, come on. Do you want to buy any snacks? Just wait for me." Yu's mother's voice came from the public soap room downstairs.

"Sister, I won't eat anymore. If you have anything to say, please tell me. There will be a parish meeting later."

The man was about thirty years old. He was wearing a faded T-shirt, khaki pants, and plastic sandals. His right foot was on his left knee, and he was digging hard into it with his hands.

"You have a meeting and you still drink?" Yu's mother brought two plates of food and placed them on the coffee table.

The man raised his head and drank the beer in one gulp, then slammed the can on the table: "What kind of life is a man's life without wine?"

"False!" Yu Mu commented.

"This is what the Bible says," the man laughed and stood up: "Moral Teachings, Chapter 31, Verse 33."

His face was as clear-cut and angular as a sculpture, but his face, which should have been extremely handsome, was unshaven and smelled of alcohol.

Although he looks bohemian on the outside, the sparkle in his eyes under his sharp eyebrows is something that people dare not look down upon - if you look carefully, you will find that he looks very similar to Yu Luying.

"Taken out of context and misinterpreted the scriptures," Yu's mother reached out and touched the man's forehead and pushed him back on the sofa: "Look at your current behavior, you don't look like a priest! If Bishop Jin sees it..."

"Sister, please stop nagging," the man shook his head helplessly: "If you have something to do, talk about it, but if you have nothing to do, retreat...?"

"Yingying, come here and tell your uncle everything you have encountered recently." Yu's mother greeted Yu Luying, who was sitting in the corner, lost in thought.

"Ah, okay..." The girl came back to her senses: "Uncle, this is what happened..."

…

The more Father Yu listened, the more he frowned: "Have you been to the hospital?"

"I went there twice," Yu's mother said, "I didn't find anything wrong with my fart."

"Have you been to the neurology department?" Father Yu raised a finger: "Is it possible that it's epilepsy?"

"You are the one who is insane!" Yu's mother said, "I'm afraid Yingying is not possessed by a demon. That's why I wanted to find you, an expert, to exorcise the demon."

"No," Yu Luying said helplessly: "Mom, it's the 21st century. We have to believe in science and not be so superstitious. You are a university professor and a senior intellectual, but when you come up, you say I'm obsessed with something. (Note

:Modu dialect, what are you doing)?..."

"Superstitious? Is exorcism superstitious?" Yu's mother slapped the case and said angrily: "Yu Bo, listen, she said that in front of you?"

"The Holy See is really cautious about exorcisms." Father Yu opened another can of beer.

Yu's mother said: "I understand, first of all, you need to go through a formal medical institution to rule out the possibility of mental illness, and then you need the approval of the bishop of this diocese. Don't you know Bishop Alaki? I hate this kind of thing the most...

…”

Father Yu raised his eyebrows and cast a look that said, "Isn't this the end?"

"Behind closed doors, how could Bishop Jin know if you didn't say anything? Otherwise, what would you do?" Yu's mother said angrily: "I am just a daughter like her, and Yingying is my life. You are my uncle, just

Are you watching your niece suffer like this?"

"Okay, let me think of a way." Father Yu drank the beer in his hand again.

"Dr. Huang from our church seems to be an expert in neurology." As he spoke, he stood up and said, "I will meet him tomorrow on Sunday and ask him to help check on Yingying."

"Goodbye, let's fight now." Yu's mother pushed him back to the sofa and patted the phone on the table.

--Dividing line--

After Shen Jie finished aiming, she released the five fingers of her left hand and heard a crisp sound. The arrow flew out with a "swish" and hit... well, the edge of the target. The feathers of the arrow tail were still trembling slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" Xiao Yao noticed Shen Jie hissing.

"It's okay." Shen Jie turned sideways and rubbed her chest that was hit by the bowstring: "It's your turn."

Xiao Yao took the long bow from Shen Jie's hand. The owner of the archery field came forward and taught Xiao Yao the basic bow holding posture.

"Actually, I practiced this when I was a child, but I didn't have any talent, and I haven't played it for many years." Shen Jie said while shaking her arms.

"Shen Jie, I feel like you know everything." Xiao Yao said enviously.

"When I was little, I liked to make noises and play with boys," Shen Jie said with a smile: "Later, my father sent me to learn these things, such as horse riding, archery, fencing, karate..."

"It's a pity that I can only play archer in the game," Xiao Yao loosened the five fingers of his left hand, turned to Shen Jie and said, "You can ride a horse. My favorite is the knight."

"Wow..." Shen Jie's eyes were fixed on the direction of the target.

"Wow what?" Xiao Yao followed Shen Jie's gaze and looked at his target: "Ah...? You're lucky, right?"

"Come again, come again." Shen Jie handed over another arrow.

Xiao Yao shot two ten rings again.

"Young man, are you still pretending that this is your first time playing?" The boss smiled and presented the prize.

"What a first time..." Xiao Yao scratched the back of his head.

"How did you do it?" Shen Jie also looked unbelieving.

"I was very good at playing with slingshots when I was little. Maybe it has something to do with this?"

"I think you really have the potential to become a knight." Shen Jie walked out of the archery range and said with interest: "By the way, why do you like knights?"

"I can't tell..." Xiao Yao scratched his head: "The glory of the lost nobles? The determination to protect the people you love? Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, honesty... Dedication and sacrifice of oneself to protect... …”

Shen Jie smiled sweetly: "Then write a poem for the princess in your heart? You should be a troubadour, right?"

"Ah, it's almost the same. In "Bloodline II", the second version of the elf knight is the Templar or the swordsman poet..." Xiao Yao explained: "Composing sonnets for the one you love in the wilderness is also a knight. A common scene in novels.”

"You boys," Shen Jie put her hands behind her back: "Do you all like to play games?"

"Not all," Xiao Yao thought for a while: "Most?"

"You always mention this "Bloodline II", is it fun?" Shen Jie asked curiously.

"It's fun." Xiao Yao's eyes lit up: "In the ancient continent of Aden..."

Shen Jie listened to him with a smile for ten minutes: "It seems quite interesting. I'll do the next one when I get back."

"Come to Area 2, Silfat," Xiao Yao said happily: "Remember, don't choose the wrong one."

"Area 2, Silverat, remember." Shen Jie said.

"By the way," Xiao Yao thought of something: "I have actually studied the sonnet I just mentioned, and I will write one for you next time."

Shen Jie shook her head: "You should write it to Yu Luying, she is your princess, right?"

Xiao Yao was upset and felt that he should not have told Shen Jie so much about Yu Luying: "No, that was all in the past... I have decided to give up on her now."

Shen Jie raised her eyebrows: "What's the reason?"

Xiao Yao hesitated.

Could it be that he had given up completely after being rejected by her so many times?

No, no, not only would that look like a loser, but Shen Jie would also feel that she was being used as a backup, right?

"Because... I met you." Xiao Yao raised his face and said these words in as relaxed a tone as possible.

"Ah ha...ah ha ha ha ha..." Shen Jie was stunned, and suddenly burst out laughing. She covered her mouth with one hand, and bent over her belly with the other hand: "Yes... ha ha ha ha... I'm sorry, I'm not ...Hahahahaha...that's not the reason...hahahahahaha..."

Is Shen laughing? Xiao Yao thought of Shen Jie's laughter on the first day they met, and also thought of what Shen Tianyun said when he had dinner with his grandma that day: "It starts again."

"I'm sorry, please forgive me," Shen Jie finally controlled herself and bowed at 90 degrees: "I really didn't mean it, and I don't know what the reason for my laughter was."

"It doesn't matter if you don't believe me..." Xiao Yao felt guilty.

"No, I don't believe in your intentions." Shen Jie insisted.

"Ah? In short," Xiao Yao looked up at the sky: "Since you have been clearly rejected, it is not the style of a knight to keep stalking you, right?"

So I just kept fighting for a while, eh.

"That's true." Shen Jie nodded in approval.

"Paradise of the Brave, what is that?" Xiao Yao's attention was attracted by the plaque not far away.
Chapter completed!