The Midnight Owl

Xiao Ding lost his memory.

No, Meng Zhang feels that this statement is inaccurate. It should be that Xiao Ding has been living in a "single-day cycle." Go to work, get off work, someone borrows a car on the way home, borrow it, go home when no one borrows a car, and stay until the next day, everything will return to zero and come back.

Sleep is the dividing point of circulation. When you wake up, you will forget what you did the day before, the people you met and the words you said.

Meng Zhang tried to use the immortal method, and also tried to prevent the other party from going to sleep, all in vain.

This was a year ago.

Meng Zhang, a year ago, was angry, irritable, and even lost his temper at Xiaoding, who was unaware, but later, he accepted reality.

What if Xiao Ding forgets him?

The big deal is to get to know each other again every day.

In the Three Religious Halls, no one noticed that the “hidden monarch” just discovered was walking away, because three of them were worshipping devotedly, and the other was carefully scrutinizing around the deity, and looked like an archaeologist.

"Meng ... Zhang?" Kung Fu paid no attention to it. The archaeological brother finally found the two words that were very difficult to detect on the cuff of the idol, and it was suddenly bright, "This is the Qinglong God.

Meng Zhang was drawn back to his mind. At first glance, he first looked at his cuffs. There was a dark pattern of the word "Meng Zhang" in his face. He didn't find it for two years.

"Qinglong Divine Monarch?" One who finished the incense, asked modestly.

The archaeological brother immediately came to the spirit and talked eloquently: "The Blue Dragon King is one of the Quartet Kings. The East Blue Dragon Mengzhang King, the Southern Suzaku Mausoleum King, the Western White Tiger Supervisor King, the Northern Xuanwu King King, this is the legendary Quartet. God ... "

"I said, are you here to break through the customs, or to study traditional culture." The second one, Wan Xiang, stood up without a good air.

The two of them engaged in discussion and shut their mouths, and the archaeological brother quickly replenish their own incense.

Meng Zhang gave two weapons at will and waited for them to leave, immersed in the newly acquired information.

He knew that he was Mengzhang Shenjun, a fairy, nothing more, never thought about what background and origin he had.

The moon sets and the sun rises.

All the foreigners left, the zombies dormant, and the city returned to order.

Mengzhang Shenjun floated out of the Three Religious Halls with Yuanshen and ran to the north of the city.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly in an office in the north of the city. The young white-collar youth Ding was at his work station, touching a fish to surf the Internet.

"Xiao Ding ..."

He thought he was called by a colleague and immediately looked up.

But every colleague is busy, no one cares about him.

"Xiao Ding ..."

Xiao Ding swallowed scalp numbly and put his gaze back on the computer screen, pretending he didn't hear anything.

Meng Zhang likes to see him like this, obviously afraid, still holding on, and terribly cute.

"Okay, don't tease you." Meng Zhang whispered, Yuanshen fell on the partition of Xiao Ding's station, sat still, slowly appeared in a gesture that only Xiao Ding could see.

Xiao Ding watched a man appear on the station baffle. A big living person, sitting on the fragile baffle, even if the baffle does not collapse, even if there is no weight-bearing sound, just like the man is not weight at all ...

Meng Zhang covered his ears and looked at the other person's slowly tightening eyes, meditation in his heart, one, two, three.

"Ghost, ah-ah-"

Meng Zhang lowered his eyebrows, still familiar with Ding, very good.

As for screaming, after listening to it more than three hundred times, it has been automatically translated by him as "Shen Jun, don't come unharmed."

"Xiao Ding! What are you talking about!"

"Ah, this page is invalid again, Xiao Ding, I hate you--"

Colleagues were unclear, so they complained.

Xiao Ding stunned, opened his mouth wide, looked at his colleagues, and then looked at Meng Zhang, his voice was virtual: "They can't see you?"

"Yes," Meng Zhang looked at him, "only you are special."

Xiao Ding's eyes blinked inexplicably: "Why?"

Meng Zhang did not speak, and took out a letter from his arms.

Xiao Ding took the letter, unfolded it, and looked at it for a few seconds, his astonished eyes widened.

Strictly speaking, that is not a letter, but a handwritten note.

But the point is, it ’s all your own writing throughout!

[Description: My name is Xiao Ding, and I have a fairy friend named Meng Zhang. He is a beautiful man with long hair. He has infinite mana and is very good to me. ! ! 】

In addition to the handwritten instructions + three exclamation marks, the registration also has its own signature and press fingerprint.

Throughout the description, there is a strong sense of oppression that "you must give me to believe".

Massive information came too suddenly, Xiao Ding was completely stunned.

Meng Zhang chatted with him for a day, and when he was about to get off work in the evening, Xiao Ding finally accepted the "fairy friend" completely.

At the same time, doubt and a sense of crisis also follow.

The doubt is: "You said you only remember things within two years, what about two years ago?"

Meng Zhang also thought about this question: "I don't remember, it may be the same as you, it is also circulating."

Xiao Ding felt that the answer was quite sincere, although the other party could not make it clear, how suddenly he lost his memory two years ago.

But after clearing the doubts, a sense of crisis followed: "I am amnestic every day, but you remember everything, then are n’t you too much advantage? And the next day you can do whatever you want, even if you lie to me do not know."

"I will never lie to you." This is Meng Zhang's answer.

When he said this, his eyes were clear and firm, as if there was a starry sky in it, which made Xiao Ding's heart beat disorderly.

On the way home, Xiao Ding drove and Meng Zhang took the co-pilot, as if there was his special seat there.

"Have you ever heard of Sifang Shenjun?" When waiting for the red light, Meng Zhang suddenly asked, "Or Qinglong Shenjun?"

"No," Xiao Ding asked, "what's wrong?"

"Some people say that I am King Qinglong," Meng Zhang said, "I want to know what the background of King Qinglong is."

Xiaoding thought about it and said, "You can check it in the library."

"Library?" Meng Zhangyuan passed by a few times while she was floating, but never went in, and it was unclear what was inside.

"City Center Library," Xiao Ding thought he didn't know the place, "Just north of the city across the river, close to the Sunshine Theater."

Rather than asking about it, it's better to find out: "Let's go now."

Xiao Ding: "Ah? This is not in my plan."

Meng Zhang: "Just for me."

Xiao Ding: "It's your business ..."

Meng Zhang: "Thank you."

Xiao Ding: "I haven't agreed yet!"

Meng Zhang: "Have you ever thought of giving yourself a name?"

Xiao Ding: "Don't change the subject ... Besides, I have a name, Xiao Ding."

Meng Zhang: "Too perfunctory."

Xiao Ding: "Do you have good suggestions?"

Meng Zhang: "How about Ding Xiaoche?"

Xiao Ding: "... is your more perfunctory okay !!!"

Meng Zhang: "Well, that's it, Ding Xiaoche, I like it."

Xiao Ding: "..."

The white car, silently changed direction, went to the city library.

Driver Ding, who was holding the steering wheel, murmured twice in silence, car, Ding car.

The name is a very strange thing. If there is no one, it will be gone. Once there is, the whole heart will be suddenly filled up.

There seems to be something floating for a long time, which fell to the ground and settled down.

A roadblock suddenly appeared in front of the car, Xiao Ding slammed the brakes!

Meng Zhang also thought about the library, but he didn't respond for a while, waiting to see the four people who ran over instinctively invisible and returned to the state of primordial spirit.

The car door was opened, and the four said, throwing Xiao Ding to the back seat, grabbing the car, and then diverted to the central hospital!

Just after sunset, the lantern was not on, and this group of foreigners acted very quickly.

But the disturbed Mengzhang Shenjun was very unhappy.

In particular, they were very rude to Xiao Ding and pushed and shoved very rudely.

In the small car, there were five people + a Yuanshen. Although the Yuanshen does not occupy the place, it is midsummer, the weather is sultry, the window is hot, and the wind is blowing in. .

"Brother, turn on the air conditioner." A man in the back row reminded the driver for the second time.

"It's early, no response, what the **** is this broken car--" The driver snapped the steering wheel.

Xiao Ding frowned. I just wanted to say that my air conditioner was okay. I saw Meng Zhang raised his eyebrows lightly and looked comfortable.

Oh, the fairy was not happy, and punished the foreigners who were rampant.

He is a small fish and can only follow the dried fish.

Cool breeze.

Blow across the cheeks and neck without warning, bringing a burst of comfort.

Xiao Ding raised his head, Meng Zhang floating between the driver's seat and the co-pilot, gently waving his hand at him.

The whole vehicle was so hot and sweating that only Ding enjoyed the cool breeze alone.

In the wind, with a hint of sandalwood, it is refreshing.

Xiaoding passed a thankful look.

Shenjun lowered his eyebrows and returned a particularly nice smile.

Xiao Ding lowered his head and didn't want to go home at all, because he would go to bed at home, and he would forget everything today after sleep.

He didn't want to forget Meng Zhang.

When the car reached the dock, the ship was already snatched away by the faster-moving people. The pedestrian had to change course and go to the bridge. Xiaoding asked to get off and walk home.

Although the gangs were rude, they weren't totally cold-blooded. They asked one more question: "Think well? Don't think that you're close to your home. Just a few steps away. Zombies are faster than you."

"It's okay," Xiao Ding quickly glanced at Meng Zhang and proudly said, "I have a peace symbol."

Meng Zhangqing couldn't help but stretched his hand to touch his head, but he forgot that he was still Yuanshen and threw himself into a void.

When Xiaoding was sent home safely, he showed up on the ground and made a second reluctantly. Finally, he felt a happy heart and directly messed up his hair.

Xiao Ding stood there obediently, letting him rub it up: "Are all the gods like you?"

Meng Zhang: "What kind of?"

Xiao Ding: "Gentle."

Meng Zhang took the next meal, and after a while, shook his head firmly: "No, only me is so good."

Xiao Ding nodded: "I think so."

Meng Zhang withdrew his palms, and it was nothing short of empty.

Although he had not seen other princes, he did not even know where they were, but he wondered how there could be a better prince in this world than his Meng Zhang.

"I'm sorry," Xiao Ding suddenly apologized. "I didn't accompany you to the library."

"It's okay," Meng Zhang really didn't care. "It's the same when I go tomorrow."

"But tomorrow ..." Xiao Ding dropped his head in frustration and mumbled, "I will forget you tomorrow ..."

Meng Zhang smiled, took his face and kissed him on the forehead. The kiss was very light but very solemn: "You are responsible for silly music, I am responsible for remembering."

In the evening of the next day, Xiao Ding's car.

"Ghost, ah-ah-"

Meng Zhang covered his ears and went to his hand to explain.

After two minutes.

"It is indeed my word, but ... you are still very suspicious !!!"

Occasionally, Ding will meet such multiple doubts, but Meng Zhang Shenjun is not worthy of fame.

The mobile phone recording is turned on and Xiao Ding's original sound is reproduced-

"My name is Xiao Ding, Mengzhang Shenjun is my best friend, and I will lose my memory every day, so I have to record this paragraph. Xiaoding, you listen to me. Disrespectful, otherwise you will be single all your life! "

It ’s a very weird thing to listen to yourself, that is, because the person holding this evidence has a decent face ... Well, the conscience hurts ... Well, the face value is very pleasing to the eye, so he can only believe it.

but--

This curse is too vicious! How can you curse yourself like this for an outsider!

"Okay, I believe we are friends," Xiao Ding looked at the Junyi prince fluttering in the fairy clothes in front of his face, and asked in a muffled voice, "So what do you want to do?"

Meng Zhang leaned over from the co-pilot and helped Driver D fasten his seat belt: "Go to the city library."

It was calm along the way, Xiao Ding always felt something should happen, for example, someone borrowed a car, but none of them, and finally the two arrived at the library smoothly.

The museum is closed, the museum is dark, Meng Zhang's sleeves are raised, the door is opened, the light is on, and the security guard is asleep. It's magical.

Presented in front of the two is a sea of ​​books.

Xiao Ding just wanted to ask him what he was looking for, so that he could search into the sky, but he saw that Meng Zhang closed his eyes and his eyes moved slightly.

Soon, I don't know which shelf in the depths, the sound of books being taken out came, and then, a thin yellow booklet floated in front of Meng Zhang.

After a while, another book flew over.

In the end, more than a dozen books were published one after another, hanging in the air, neatly arranged in front of the eyes of the two.

The noble nodded, ending the induction of Xianli: "The ones with the blue dragon are all here."

Xiao Ding just ignited such a little heart for his friends and broke it: "... what are you doing with me !!!"

"I want to read it with you." Meng Zhang raised his hand and opened the first booklet. After a few clicks, he reached the page with the words "Qinglong Shenjun".

"This is your background, not mine!" Xiao Ding Tucao, but still curiously walked in the past.

On the pages of the book, a green dragon, coiled in the air, was painted majestic. The dense small characters under the picture explain that it is one of the four spirits of the world, the Qinglong Divine Monarch, which was later gradually anthropomorphized and received the title, Meng Zhang Shenjun.

"I want to know who I am," Meng Zhangding looked at the pages of the book, not missing every word. "I also want you to know me better."

Xiao Ding was quiet.

He probably understood Meng Zhang's intentions, but it was because he understood that somehow he had a pain in this **** who only knew the evening.

I understand what is the use of it. If the facts in the autograph and recording are true, then he will forget tomorrow, will he still bring himself to the library every day?

Meng Zhangzai carefully and carefully read a dozen books from beginning to end.

Most of them talk about the origin of the Qinglong Divine Monarch, and there are a few Taoist spells about how to invite the Qinglong Divine Monarch to use it for your own purposes, to demonic and exorcise evil spirits.

There are illustrations in almost every book. Some of the paintings are very imposing. The blue dragon comes out of the cloud, breathes thunder and sighs, and calls the wind and the rain; but some are very perfunctory. The dragon is painted like a snake, and Meng Zhangbel can be seen.

The Mingming book is about myself, but when Meng Zhang read it, he did n’t touch it, but when he absorbed those words and images into his mind, he would have a strong resonance afterwards. Gradually, I really felt that I could go to the cloud, Traveling around in the Netherworld.

On the way back to Xiao Ding's house from the library, the car was robbed again.

Having avoided the journey, Meng Zhang was convinced too.

As usual, he turned into Yuanshen and accompanied him.

Xiao Ding was thrown into the back row as always, pitifully.

But this time, the borrower met his opponent halfway.

Another group of foreigners also drove the car. It is reasonable to say that the water from the two vehicles does not violate the river water. But they all wanted to grab the boat at the dock, so a car started with strength and threw stationery.

Stationery is a weapon used by foreigners to fight. It is a bit like a fairy law, but it is more diverse. Meng Zhang summarized it this way.

The battle continued to the dock, and a team was sent directly to the sky.

But the winning team didn't take much advantage. The car was out of control.

Seeing that the car was about to burst into the river, the four foreigners jumped immediately.

Xiao Ding couldn't respond at all, but Meng Zhang couldn't let him drown with him, directly gust of wind, rolled out the people, and steadily reached the ground.

The car fell into the water, four people fell to the ground, but Xiao Ding stood standing by.

"Don't you see, he can fly!" One of the four shouted first.

"See," the other climbed up, patting the soil on his body with little concern. "There are zombies, can they fly strangely?"