The two souls wear the same person + side story

"You are the same age as my mother." I couldn't help but slapped after I finished speaking.

But I don't believe it, Shang Yi really seems to be in his early twenties.

"Exactly. We also have fate. I have a bad temper, and I don't have the patience to pull the child from a slap to your height. You are also very good. You are... well, simple."

She definitely couldn't think of other adjectives to praise me.

Although I always dream of getting rich overnight, to be honest, who doesn’t want to get rich overnight, I still want to build a tile house in the village, but when I wake up, I want to be someone’s daughter, no matter how shameless I am, I can’t do it .And if Shang Yi and I meet for the second time, we have to become family members?Not too good, although she can still make such a request after knowing who I am in my body every day, which shows that she can accept me, but the change is too fast, I have to take it slow.

Moreover, if I become her daughter, it will be my mother's soul in my body every day?

It's kind of weird.

And even though my parents are dead, but I recognize a mother so soon, do I have no conscience?

Seeing that I didn't speak, Shang Yi didn't urge me, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Go to sleep, I'll ask the ugly boy to take you back when I get up in the morning."

Suddenly, the baseball girl rushed in like a train, saw us and started to brake: "Sister, I found an expert."

"Monk or Taoist priest?" After Shang Yi asked, a monk walked in together.

Very good, "Dream of Red Mansions" will start to be staged next, to see who is the big rock with no talent to mend the sky.

Before I understood the situation, the ugly boy dragged me to a corner and sat down.

The monk said: "Amitabha, the souls of the dead need to be rescued. All living beings are suffering. They will never hurt the donor. The poor monk will save the donor."

Dao said: "People have their own way, ghosts have their own way, each follows his own way, and the poor way will definitely bring the dead back to the right way."

Shang Yi frowned so much that he was about to fight.She seemed to be trying to endure something, her voice was weak: "You two come together? How do you do it?"

The monk said: "The poor monk has three plans here. The future Buddha's salvation is 10 yuan, and the Tathagata Buddha's salvation is [-]—"

Dao said: "Fart, you goddamn stick, how can the soul be measured by money? I have two plans, A and B, A is only five thousand, and B is only ten thousand—"

Shang Yi waved his hand: "I'm fine. My soul has been purified."

The two of them went out, and I stood in the corner and witnessed the fight with magic sticks. I remembered that the family next door used to live in a family with a great dancer, who earned thousands of yuan for a dance, and kept incense in the house. I was very envious, and I had learned a few tricks.

Although I don't know why Shang Yi suddenly asked for a magic stick, but thinking that she just invited me to be her daughter, she had the courage to raise her hand: "I can cast out ghosts."

"You can pull it down, the ghost is with you—"

These words are like blowing in my ear in the middle of the night, scaring me out of the corner.

This matter was left alone, the handsome boy, oh, the ugly boy drove me home, Shang Yi didn't even have a burnt bed, I slept in the cold blanket and couldn't sleep.

The fact that I suddenly climbed a high branch was blown into my mind more and more clearly. Others wanted to jump out of the farm all their lives, but I did it after a night of sleep and my body was occupied by someone. It was a bit like a fairy tale. .

But if there are two people living in my body, then I must be inseparable from Shang Yi, so I can't avoid it, I can only accept a woman of my mother's age to worry about my eating and drinking every day.

It doesn't feel bad either.After my parents passed away, I never really felt like I was family.

Opening the notebook under the pillow, Shang Yi's name appeared again.

Written by Xu Wanqing, these two people are really interesting, writing each other's names.

It's not lonely to look at it like this every day, so I put the notebook back.

The two people brought me a lot of excitement. For example, I couldn't find my seat in the classroom. After searching for a long time, our monitor, who never talked to me, took my arm intimately and pulled me to sit next to her.

When did I become tablemates with her?

Her diary writes: My good friend.

My best friend is Zhang Xu, she is the oldest student in our class, but she is very mysterious, sometimes very elegant, sometimes very gentle, sometimes ignore me, sometimes ignore me, she all know.

She bought me snacks yesterday and ate instant noodles with me.

I don't use fancy words, but friendship is a ray of sunshine that warms my heart; friendship is...

Followed by a bunch of words that seem a bit gorgeous to us elementary school students.

"Zhang Xu, you see that I wrote about you in my diary. The title left by the teacher is, my good friend. Did you write it? I'm going to collect my homework." She put the diary in front of me for me to see.

Usually, when her composition is read aloud by the teacher and asked to be circulated, she can't wait to charge a fee.

It seems that we have indeed become good friends somehow.

But I look at my diary.

It was written by Shang Yi:

My best friend is a dog.

I handed in the notebook, and she opened it as if she was checking her homework, and her face became very pale.

She still carried a stack of diaries to the office.

I finally had a deskmate, but she studied so well that I didn't want to talk to her, so I talked to my classmates from all over the world except her.