After rebirth, I found that the whole world wants to kill me [gl]

It's one thing to answer Tang Xiaoyu, but it's another thing to think alone in bed late at night.

"Are you in love...?" Lying on the bed with the lights off, Tang Xiaoran stared at the ceiling with her eyes open, curling her hair with her fingers hidden under the quilt, and said softly.

She remembered that she was in a bad mood and ran to harass the other party, but Xiao Shixin gave her the bed when she took a nap, and how she looked when she was resting on the hard table; The look of not drinking before; I also think of the look on her face when she heard the news of her death tonight...

Finally, I thought of my own feelings when I heard my elder brother talk about her family affairs at that lunch.

1 distressed.

I feel sorry for Xiao Shixin.

In the dark, she blinked her eyes soberly, listening to the heartbeat buried in the pillow when she was sleeping on her side, and counting its beats.

Then he whispered the man's name softly: "Xiao Shixin."

His heartbeat suddenly beat faster, like a panicked little rabbit, trying to find a hole in a panic and want to go into it.

The drowsiness covering her also dissipated little by little, as if the name she uttered carried a spell that could keep her awake all the time, giving her more strength to persevere from night to dawn.

She reached out to pull the quilt higher, and after a long time, a cheerful chuckle overflowed from inside.

She heard herself say, "Ah, Tang Xiaoran, you're done."

You are really finished, you actually turned to Xiao Shixin.

Tang Xiaoran read this sentence in his heart, but his mood rose strangely again, and even his cheeks became sour again.

There was a little person in my heart who quibbled in a low voice: "She was the one who teased you first."

She first said that she is crooked, and then treated you in every possible way. Isn't this flirting?

It took less than a second.

Tang Xiaoran was persuaded, and even found a reason for her to force the confession, and rubbed the pillow contentedly.

It seemed as if she could still smell the clear sweetness of the other party's body in her nostrils, the smell that was stored in her memory, which led her to fall into the arms of the sleepy god happily.

The next day, the alarm bell rang.

The black-haired girl stretched out her hand from under the quilt and touched the table for a long time. When she finally found the culprit who woke her up, she flicked the switch hard based on her impression.

The world was quiet, and she nestled back into the soft quilt again.

Half a minute later, there was a knock on her door, and someone called out to her in a drawn-out voice: "Tang—Xiao—ran—"

She drilled deeper into the quilt, and hummed impatiently, refusing to pull her consciousness out of the abyss.

The key slowly got into the lock, and the sound was amplified inch by inch by my ears.

Before she sat up annoyed and stared at people, more terrifying words followed the visitor: "You said that I will wake you up today, because the old man in your ancient Chinese class wants to roll the roll."

Tang Xiaoran sat up in shock in his dying illness.

I started frantically looking for my phone under the covers, and after I found it out, I checked the time, it was [-]:[-].

In the WeChat message box, Sun Jiali sent a few lines of messages 2 minutes ago:

"What about people?"

"Tell you a horror story."

"The ancient Chinese called their names:)"

Tang Xiaoran put down her phone, and fell back into the bed with a blank expression.

Tang Xiaoyu took two tentative steps forward, poked his head to see her loveless expression, and blinked innocently at her: "It was only eight o'clock when I called you."

Tang Xiaoran's death gaze shifted to him inch by inch, and stared at him for half a minute. Just when he thought he would see the other party picking up the pillow and hitting him violently in the next second, he heard a very calm sentence from his sister:

"never mind."

"I believe in Buddhism today, and I don't kill animals." Tang Xiaoran calmly stroked his hair twice, sat up from the bed, smiled at him, and calmly got off the bed to put on his shoes and prepare to wash.

Tang Xiaoyu: "...????"

He really doesn't understand women.

He followed to the bathroom, leaned on the door frame to watch her squeeze the toothpaste, and asked puzzledly, "Why?"

Tang Xiaoran hummed the song twice, and replied in a good mood: "Because—today is a good day."

The sky is bright and the air is clear, the wind is pleasant and smooth, suitable for confession.

Tang Xiaoyu raised his hand and scratched his hair, and suddenly came to a conclusion after a long while: "Is it because you know that uncle is coming today?"

Her mouth was covered with froth, and the girl's long black hair fell forward with gravity, as if she felt her excitement, and excitedly wanted to smear herself with some foam, but she grabbed it behind her head impatiently.

When she heard Tang Xiaoyu's words, she was taking off the leather rope from her wrist to tie her hair.

Ask him vaguely: "...Huh? Are you talking about learning?"

It's hard for Tang Xiaoyu's 'sister language level eight' to recognize her doubts from her words, and repeated the previous message: "Uncle, you don't know? You don't know why you were so excited just now?"

Tang Xiaoran looked at him in the mirror, waved to him, and signaled him to get out of here. She was too busy talking to him.

Tang Xiaoyu looked at her with vacant eyes for a while, and said, "You don't want to skip class and go on a date, do you?"

The girl held a toothbrush in her hand, and seriously brushed herself left and right, intending not to let go of the dead spots between her teeth.

But a grunt came out of my heart: Uncle Kili, you guessed too accurately, right? !

Seeing that she was silent, Tang Xiaoyu became more and more sure of his inner guess, snorted rather arrogantly, turned and left her room, intending to go downstairs for breakfast.

At the same time, he secretly planned in his heart, one day to block Tang Xiaoran's wave, and see which family's pigs came to win the cabbage this time.

It's best to call Tang Xiaozhang, and use your eyes to kill the other party until he kneels down, hum.

After Tang Xiaoran washed her face, facing the clear mirror in the bathroom, she slowly moisturized her face.Looking at the mirror with dark brown eyes, she met the girl in the mirror who was looking thoughtful, and a word came out of her heart unexpectedly:

Uncle seems to have not been a guest for a long time.

Before going out of the room to have breakfast, she looked at the cell phone lying quietly on the messy quilt on the bed. After standing at the door for a few seconds, she turned back to pick it up before continuing downstairs.

When she was sitting at the dining table leisurely peeling the shells of tea eggs, the doorbell rang.

Uncle Zhao went to open the door, and Tang Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, was the first to see the guest, with a very happy smile on his handsome face: "Uncle!"

Tang Xiaoran held the white spoon and stirred it twice in the green vegetable shredded pork porridge. When she picked up a spoon and brought it to her lips, the figure of the guest walking out of the door appeared.

It was a middle-aged man with a good look, and his vulgar attire showed a kind of gentleness, and against the British style casual clothes on his body, he carved out his unique masculinity.

If they didn't know his real age, many people would mistake him for Tang Xiaozhang's age of less than thirty.

"Xiaoyu, long time no see. Let uncle see if he has grown taller again?" Tang Zhicheng walked towards the sofa with a smile. When he laughed, he revealed a particularly harmless sense of intimacy.

In the business district of City S, many women who were older than Tang Xiaoran fell in love with him.

Tang Xiaoyu put down the earphones. Although he sat there without moving, his tone of voice didn't change at all: "Uncle, we haven't seen each other for two months, okay? How are you going abroad?"

"It's the same when you go out to play, but I brought you and Xiaoran some gifts, and you can pick and choose later." The man walked over and snorted his hair casually, smiled at him, and turned his eyes around the room again After a circle, I found the girl at the dining table.

Walking in her direction, he smiled and said, "Why haven't you greeted me for so long? Xiaoran is in a bad mood today?"

The eggshell on the surface of the tea egg was already very broken, and the girl still pressed it sideways on the table with the palm of her hand and rolled it back and forth.

The man approached and heard a sound. After careful identification, he realized that it was from the upside-down mobile phone on the table. He stretched out his hand and opened a chair for himself. After he sat down quite casually, he said with a smile: "Yo, When did Xiaoran improve so much that she still listens to the English radio in the morning?"

"She pretended that she was in a hurry to go out on a date in the morning." Tang Xiaoyu, who was unwrapping presents over there, made obstacles to her sister's play without raising her head.

Tang Zhicheng raised his eyebrows quite naturally, as if he had heard some secret news, he leaned closer and asked softly: "Is it true? Then I came here at a very bad time?"

Tang Xiaoran stopped rolling the eggs, and replied in a bad tone: "Listen to his nonsense."

Afterwards, he looked sideways, and looked at his uncle unhappily, until he showed a blank expression, then pouted his lips, revealing his thoughts:

"Uncle, tell yourself, how long has it been since you came to see us?"

When Tang Zhicheng heard it, the smile on his face became a little more helpless and flattering, and he even made a gesture of surrender: "Oh, my little aunt is not happy about this. It's all right, it's all about me. It's my fault, my fault, I'll take you to buy some compensation later, what do you think?"

Tang Xiaoran pretended to meditate for a while, then reluctantly raised his head and replied, "Let's talk about the apology, then you peel an egg for me first."

The tea eggs rolled on the table for a long time, but she just didn't want to do it herself, because she hated the juice that would leak out when peeling the shells.

Tang Zhicheng usually touches tea or books with his hands, but he is willing to take them to play with mud and roll up their trousers for his two nephews. , began to peel up.

He didn't care if he accidentally touched Tang Xiaoran's fingertips. After all, the purpose of coming to Tang's villa this time has not been achieved.

The girl smiled and watched his peeling action, and no one was listening to the foreign language that was playing on the mobile phone next to her ear, but——

No one knew what kind of words sounded in her mind.

【All this has just begun. What I took away belonged to me in the first place. It was all owed to me by Tang Zhihua, you know? 】

do not know.

What Dad owes you, I don't know.

All I know is that a wolf seems to have been let in in our house.

The peeled egg was placed in front of her eyes.

She looked up and saw the uncle who was smiling impeccably. The smile on that young face had always made her and Tang Xiaoyu feel very kind.

But she couldn't laugh anymore, and lost interest in the egg in his hand.

Not knowing what he did wrong, the tea egg rolled innocently on the table twice, and stopped pitifully in the corner.

Tang Zhicheng looked at her suspiciously, and saw that his niece, who was expecting to eat one second, showed an extremely depressed expression the next second, sitting there with her face in her hands.

"What's the matter with us Xiaoran?" The results of hard work were disposed of casually, and Tang Zhicheng couldn't see the slightest bit of unhappiness on his face, so he just asked her what's the matter with a good temper.

Tang Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the sofa on the other side, took a look twice, and when he found that his sister's face was the standard "I'm not happy, please coax me" expression, he twitched the corners of his mouth. Don't be a monster when the other party asks for benefits.

—or he might be hammered.

"It's not that Tang Xiaozhang is stingy. He won't buy me a car or anything. What's the point of my life?"

After finishing speaking, she sighed heavily.

In the next second, Tang Zhicheng stroked her hair and answered the standard answer she had been waiting for for a long time:

"It's okay, uncle will buy it for you."

After 15 minutes, Tang Zhicheng sat on the sofa, watching the text messages on his mobile phone and fell into a deathly silence:

“您尾号为‘xxxx’的账户于2016年9月29日10点32分支付750000.00元整，请确认为本人消费。[中国银行]”

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Tang Zhicheng:? ? ?Wait a minute, why is my caring little cotton-padded jacket niece suddenly acting a little wrong? ? ? ?

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Little angels, I will open V next Thursday, and I have prepared all the manuscripts for you!

The next update will be on... Sunday, because this week's list...you can't find mine, alas.