Fan Xi was not very happy to eat this Christmas turkey.

It’s not that turkey is not delicious—it’s the first time Fan Xi has eaten turkey, and he thinks it’s much better than the rumored ones.

The turkey is a whole, with its belly cut open and stuffed with auxiliary materials such as apples.

The salt and black pepper are coated in the stomach.

Spices were placed in his stomach, and he tied the belly tightly with bamboo sticks.

The turkey's skin was sprinkled with salt, black pepper, and covered with butter.

The roasted turkey is golden, wrapped in tin foil, placed in the center of the long dining table, as the main dish.

There were not many people attending the banquet. In addition to Yu Panwang's family of three, there were also Father Zhao, Fan Xi himself and Yu Panwang's grandfather Yu Baolu.

Yu Baolu sat in the main seat, Yu Panwang sat in a position adjacent to Fan Xi, but he did not say a word to him throughout the whole process.

Fan Xi could even feel the girl's hands trembling.

She was scared, and Fan Xi realized.

This girl who was once fearless seemed to have completely become a prey of fear.

What is she afraid of?

Fan Xi didn't know.

Are you afraid of me?

Before dinner, when Father Zhao was performing Mass, Yu Panying was like this.

At that time, Father Zhao turned his back to everyone, leaned over on the small temporary altar, chanting Latin in a low voice.

Yu Panying knelt at the farthest diagonal position from Fan Xi. The long veil covered the entire back and hung onto the soles of her white socks, like a statue.

In this case, Fan Xi is of course unwilling to eat and cannot taste the taste of turkey.

Lao Xu also regretted that he forced Fan Xi to come to the banquet despite his daughter's opposition.

"Regularly speaking, I shouldn't have had Mass today." At the dinner table, Father Zhao seemed to be talking about someone else's affairs: "Biss Wu launched an investigation into the exorcism ceremony, mainly because of Father He's accidental death.

"So before the investigation was over, I was temporarily suspended."

A burst of surprise and indignation sounded on the dining table, and the elders of Yuying were talking about how to solve this problem.

"I'm full." The girl with straps hanging on her arms stood up and bowed to everyone. Before she got an answer, she got up and walked upstairs.

Father Zhao said "lost his companionship", and stood up and followed the girl.

After the meal, Fan Xi, who felt bored, said goodbye to the parents who looked forward to Yuying.

Lao Xu felt very sorry, but he could not imagine it, so he had to ask Uncle Jian to send him.

"No need, I'll take the subway." Fan Xibin refused politely.

"Brother Fan, please stay." Father Zhao's figure appeared at the door of Yu Panwang's room and walked downstairs quickly.

"Father Zhao." Fan Xi greeted him politely.

"Don't lose hope, give her more time - I will follow up." Father Zhao whispered to Fan Xi.

"Yeah." Fan Xi said.

——Separation line—

Zhou Song and the old poison were halfway through the barbecue, so they left him and ran away.

The old poison mocked him for "limbing dogs" and "tracheitis". After Zhou Song left, he shed tears at the half basin of barbecue that he had left.

On the way to Shachuan Town, Zhou Song received a call from Fat Brother, asking him if he was in the dormitory at night, and said he wanted to chat.

Zhou Song had no choice but to say apologetically, "It will definitely be next time."

For more than two years, Fat Brother has always been on call when Zhou Song needs it.

But now, when Fat Brother needs him, he is unable to do anything...

Zhou Song felt very sorry.

He got into Holala where three female classmates were, and the truck continued to drive towards Shachuan Town.

The three women all had a tacit understanding and stopped talking about old poisons, so Zhou Song tactfully kept silent.

Under the dim light in the car, the girls' faces were all lit and dark.

"I'm still on the road tonight, still looking around blindly." Zhou Song hummed the song gently, bent his index finger and tapped the beat, looking at the twilight passing outside the car window.

...

When Holala arrived at the door of the villa, everyone moved Yuan Yueling's cardboard box together.

It is hard to imagine that Yuan Yueling could even sort out more than a dozen or twenty cardboard boxes in such a small space in the dormitory.

The four of them helped Yuan Yueling move the cartons into her bedroom.

There are also several large boxes that have not been opened and temporarily placed in the living room.

"Let's do it tomorrow. Everyone is very tired today, so take a break soon."

After adding money to send the driver of Holala away, Tang Xiaojie announced her wise decision.

Although Yuan Yueling did not eat dinner, she was filled with Zhou Song's barbecue.

Tang Xiaojie and He Sirong took a shower while eating takeout, Yuan Yueling and Zhou Song took a shower together.

This together refers to time together, not space together.

After all, the villa has three separate bathrooms.

He Sirong helped Yuan Yueling lay her bed sheets, and the two girls drove Zhou Song out of the bedroom.

Zhou Song was wrapped in a thick blanket and lay in a cozy manner on the cotton sofa in the living room, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

He thought about the terrifying illusion last night, the injustice between Tao Kun and Han Lianjie, and what the enhancement of this symbiosis effect meant...

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he only knew that he was sleeping well. Suddenly, the Yellow River water came from the sky under his crotch, flowing to the sea and never returning.

Zhou Song lifted the blanket and touched the sofa with his right hand.

He didn't feel any liquid.

Zhou Song breathed a sigh of relief.

I just said, how could it be that when I was almost 20 years old, I still wet the bed.

After all, I was only 3 years old when I wet the bed last time.

But why is this feeling of bedwetting so real?

That feeling of humid and hot for a moment...

At this time, a vague sound of toilet flushing came from the second floor.

Zhou Song looked up and saw a black shadow coming out of the bathroom.

Zhou Song retracted his head back into the quilt.

A string of "click" footsteps came from the upper floor.

The footsteps stepped onto the stairs and echoed clearly in the empty living room.

Zhou Song turned over and looked towards the back of the sofa and buried his head in the corner of the sofa.

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow, and they were getting closer and closer to Zhou Song.
Chapter completed!