A vicious supporting actor dressed as a widow

After getting off the high-speed rail, the cold wind from the north is blowing.

There was only a heavy snowfall in Beinan City yesterday, and although the sky has cleared up now, the world in front of me is covered in a layer of pure white.

Compared with Sushan City, which is still distinctly green and green, Beinan City's silver-clad plains are the winter colors that Qi Ming is used to.

This time there were no fans standing guard at the airport, Qi Ming went back to the villa very smoothly.

More than ten hours of high-speed rail, from morning to night, Qi Ming didn't do anything after returning home. After putting a stick of incense on Song Kunlang's memorial tablet and replacing it with a new fruit offering, Qi Ming took a shower and climbed into bed , I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

In the past few days in Sushan City, although he should eat and sleep, his spirit was extremely tense. Now that he returned home, his whole body was relaxed and he had a good night's sleep.

Qi Ming didn't wake up until after nine o'clock the next day, feeling refreshed.

Not long after Qi Ming arrived downstairs, Huang Huang came over. Qi Ming thought that Huang Huang was looking for him because of work, but he didn't expect that it was to deliver New Year's goods to Qi Ming.

"Today is New Year's Eve." Huang Huang came in with a lot of things in his arms, "You said you were going to celebrate the New Year in Sushan City, but I didn't prepare anything for you. Yesterday you suddenly said that you would go back to Beinan City to celebrate the New Year. Xiao Zhao and I bought them all, even if you celebrate the New Year by yourself, you still want to have a decent New Year, don’t you?”

Zhao Yuanxin came in after Huang Huang, and he also held a lot of things in his hands. After Huang Huang put down the big and small bags, he put down the things in his hands.

Qi Ming was stunned for a while, it's Chinese New Year, yes, it's Chinese New Year.

"Thank you." He thanked with a smile, walked to the sofa and took a look at the New Year's goods they brought, everything from food to decorations.

Huang Huang waved his hand, "Thank you, thank you. Hurry up and put up the Spring Festival couplets before the New Year's Eve dinner. I'll see if I need to clean it. The house is so big, it takes too much time to clean it."

Qi Ming went to get the Spring Festival couplets, and replied after hearing the words: "There is no need to clean the sanitation, there are housekeepers who come to clean it regularly."

"That's fine, first post the couplets." Huang Huang decided.

Huang Huang and Zhao Yuanxin were in a group, Qi Ming and Song Yi were in a group, and Xingchen was right behind Qi Ming. They worked together and it took half an hour to paste the Spring Festival couplets where they should be. Huang Huang even brought window grilles over. , posted it all together, and an hour later, the originally cold villa was decorated with bright red wherever you could see. Although it looked a bit nondescript, it was suddenly full of human touch.

After finishing all this, Huang Huang clapped his hands in satisfaction and said, "This is how Chinese New Year looks."

Qi Ming felt warm in his heart.

In his previous life, he was alone with his family, and he was either at work or a passer-by at work during the New Year holidays.

But this year is different, he is no longer alone, he has a partner who understands and respects him at work, and there are two more ghosts in his life.

Qi Ming looked around at the villa decorated in bright red, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he didn't know when, this villa was already a home for him, only in this villa could he be completely Relax.

At noon, Qi Ming personally cooked a sumptuous lunch for Huang Huang and Zhao Yuanxin. The advantage of being alone in his previous life is that he has acquired a good cooking skill. not good.

Huang Huang and Zhao Yuanxin had lunch and untied their belts three times. It can be said that they were very satisfied.

Song Yiye was at the dining table, and he reduced his sense of existence to an extremely low level. Huang Huang and Zhao Yuanxin always forgot him while chatting, and didn't notice whether he had eaten or not.

Of course Song Yi ate, but the way he ate was different from how they ate. Qi Ming just lit incense, burned some paper, and made an offering so that ghosts like them could taste the supreme delicacy. Cooking them by themselves is a delicacy for them.

Didn't you see Xingchen sitting on Qi Ming's lap, asking Qi Ming to place a bowl in front of him, and directing Qi Ming to put vegetables into the bowl with his two fat feet?This is the same operation as Qi Ming's personally placing the offerings. Xing Chen's eyes narrowed, and his chubby face was full of satisfaction.

After lunch, Qi Ming sent Huang Huang and Zhao Yuanxin away, turned around and saw Song Yi standing behind him.

Song Yi still couldn't see any expression on his face, but his eyes were a little brighter at the moment.

Qi Ming took a step back, looked him up and down, "What do you want to tell me?"

Song Yi: "I think Mr.'s offerings are a bit monotonous."

Xing Chen echoed, "I think so too."

Qi Ming: "..."

Now he somewhat guessed the deal between Song Yi and Xing Chen, probably Xing Chen threatened Song Yi if he didn't give him the offerings for Song Kunlang, Xing Chen would tell Qi Ming that Song Yi was Song Kunlang.The handle was in Xingchen's hands, Song Kunlang had to compromise.

So now that Song Yi came over and asked for an extra meal, Xingchen would cooperate in this way.

Qi Ming was speechless for a while, but he didn't expose the poor acting skills of the two ghosts on his face, and he was very cooperative with them and asked, "What do you think should be added?"

Song glanced at Xingchen, Xingchen pointed his fingers, and asked tentatively, "For example, what do you cook?"

Song Yi added later: "Of course it's when you rest."

Xing Chen: "You don't have to cook when you don't want to cook, but can you add a meal once in a while?"

"An occasional extra meal?" Qi Mingming asked knowingly, "Why do these offerings end up in your mouths?"

"No!" Xing Chen immediately denied, "I'll just smell it." The voice was soft and soft, it sounded pitiful.

Qi Ming was amused by these two ghosts, and stretched out his hand to rub Xing Chen's head, "Today is Chinese New Year, I will prepare something delicious for you."

Xingchen jumped up directly, and Song Yi smiled restrainedly.

In the next second, Qi Ming heard Song Yi say: "I'm going back to celebrate the New Year later, so I'll say Happy New Year to Mr. Qi in advance."

"Happy New Year to you too." Qi Ming replied with a smile, not knowing that this was paving the way for Song Kunlang to come out.

Sure enough, not long after Song Yi left, Song Kunlang appeared in front of Qi Ming, nonchalantly mentioned what happened in Sushan, and praised Qi Ming for doing a good job this time.

Not far away, Xing Chen covered his mouth and giggled, not knowing what he was thinking, ran over and pulled the corner of La Song Kunlang's clothes.

Song Kunlang looked down at him, and Xingchen beckoned Song Kunlang to lean over, as if he and Song Kunlang had a secret to tell.

Song Kunlang simply hugged Xingchen, and Xingchen lay on Song Kunlang's shoulder, leaned into his ear and said, "Qi Mingming has been sleeping with Song Yi in Sushan."

Qi Ming heard these words clearly: "..."

No, Song Yi is Song Kunlang, what kind of showmanship is he suing himself?I want to tell Song Kunlang: Do you love yourself?

Of course Qi Ming couldn't say these words in front of Song Kunlang, he pretended he didn't hear anything, and turned and went into the kitchen.

As soon as he walked into the kitchen, Qi Ming suddenly realized a problem: there is nothing wrong between him and Song Kunlang, who does he like to sleep with, why is he guilty now?And Song Yi isn't Song Kunlang himself?

The more Qi Ming thought about it, the more confident he became. When Song Kunlang came in, Qi Ming's mentality was already very peaceful.

Song Kunlang stood beside Qi Ming, looked down at him, was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth, "You slept with Song Yi in Sushan?"

"I'm scared, more people have more courage." Qi Ming said while washing the vegetables.

Song Kunlang frowned: "This is not good."

"What's wrong?" Qi Ming deliberately asked back: "We are all men, so we don't need to be so particular?"

Song Kunlang could only persuade: "It is necessary to be defensive."

Qi Ming is very innocent: "But wasn't Song Yi one of the people you trusted the most during your lifetime?"

Song Kunlang: "..."

"I'm not talking about Song Yi." In the end, he could only forcibly withdraw his respect, "I just hope that you will be more vigilant in front of other people."

Qi Ming laughed like a fool in his heart, but he still pretended to be educated, "Okay, I get it."

Song Kunlang nodded in satisfaction.

Qi Ming thought Song Kunlang would go out after he said this, but he didn't expect him to stay in the kitchen, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Since it's the New Year's Eve dinner, it's unreasonable to let Qi Ming prepare it by himself.

Qi Ming was not polite to Song Kunlang either, he directed Song Kunlang to do things without mercy.

The two of them got busy in the kitchen, Xingchen was playing alone in the living room, Qi Ming bought him a lot of children's toys, and he played with relish.

As night fell, Qi Ming put the last dish on Song Kunlang's altar table, and after offering another stick of incense, he retreated from Song Kunlang's bedroom.

In the dining room there is a dinner made by Qi Ming and Song Kunlang. Song Kunlang and Xing Chen are sitting alone, waiting for Qi Ming to serve the table. Although they can't eat with Qi Ming, sitting at the same table is also a kind of reunion.

"Happy New Year." Qi Ming picked up the wine glass and made a toast to the kid and Song Kunlang, raised his head and drank the whole glass.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with coming to this strange world. Except that this world is too supernatural, and he lives in fear every day. He has a career that started off smoothly, friends, and a home.

Qi Ming was in a good mood, he drank four cans of beer by himself, but he held a good amount of alcohol, four cans of beer would not make him drunk.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Qi Ming picked up his mobile phone and sent a few big red envelopes in the Venus Studio group, and then privately poked Huang Huang and Zhao Yuanxin, and sent red envelopes to them respectively.

Xingchen, who is the youngest mentally, also got his first New Year's bag. Although it was useless for him to hold it, he happily walked around in circles with the red bag in his arms, and finally hugged Qi Ming's thigh, smiling happily.

Qi Ming felt that he should be the one who gave out the red envelopes, but he didn't expect to get a red envelope from Song Kunlang.

"Is this for me?" Qi Ming was a little surprised.

The corner of Song Kunlang's mouth raised slightly: "Well, this is your lucky money."

Qi Ming's cheerful subordinates returned to the room to open the red envelope, and found that what Song Kunlang gave him was really lucky money—five simple copper coins lying quietly in Qi Ming's palm.

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