About the Reaper living next door

shakes

Ke Fu: go away

Lin Jiang: Can I call you Teacher Ke?

Ke Fu: Enenen! !

Oh man.

14 What are you writing?

This is his third visit to Lin Jiangchen's home.

Lin Jiangchen let him in and didn't say anything. He turned on the lights in the living room and the room with the desk, and said, "If you feel scared, just stay here and do something. We'll talk about it at night if you have anything to do." 'After that, I fell asleep and fell unconscious, looking really tired.

Ke Fu circled around a few times cautiously.

The layout of the two apartments is almost the same, and he can easily find the place where the items are placed without much effort.

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows are very good at shading, and when closed tightly, no light can penetrate, and the brightness is maintained by the light.The temperature of the central air conditioner was very low, and Ke Fu stood in the living room as if he was in an ice cellar.

He picked up the messy and scattered clothes on the ground, folded them and put them on the sofa, and threw the lunch box that Lin Jiangchen didn't throw away after eating the takeaway into the trash can.

After packing everything up, he went back to his apartment, hesitated for a moment, took a pen and paper instead of a laptop, occupied Lin Jiangchen's desk, and began to conceive ideas for a new script.

The few little yellow books on the table were piled up in big piles, just like the last time he came.

Ke Fu coughed lightly and looked away.

The reason why I want to get closer to Lin Jiangchen is that I am interested in this person himself. In terms of work, he is indeed at a bottleneck and needs fresh inspiration.

Ke Fu has been working on a niche script in the ranks of commercialization, taking the emotional line of cruelty.Literary films have low investment and are not more expensive than other genres. On the contrary, they are more demanding on scripts.

In his junior year, he was immersed in the long-flowing style of the last story for nearly half a year, and the style of writing could not be changed for a long time. He was suddenly told to participate in a fast-paced, more emotional script. It would be a lie to say that he didn't have a headache.

The themes of ghosts and gods are not uncommon, and they have emerged in an endless stream in the past few years. The genres of cultivating immortals and crossing demons have long been played over and over again, playing tricks on old ideas, which is boring and has no new ideas.

In recent years, investors have no good ideas, and gradually focus on the adaptation of novels. Each chapter can be called a magic reform, and it is rare to come up with orthodox originals and long scripts written by screenwriters themselves.

Ke Fu pushed Chen's director's scene in a self-defeating manner. He had a severe headache until Lin Jiangchen reappeared as the god of death.

Spiritual power, god of death, different world.

Ke Fu felt sorry for not hugging the flying thigh.

The ink of the water-based pen was dotted on the paper, unknowingly smearing it. He raised the pen, lowered it again, and wrote the first line.

Lin Jiangchen woke up and the light was still on outside. He rubbed his hair and sat up, wondering whether Ke Fu would leave or not.

He walked out of the room, looked around the living room and then turned to his original bedroom connected to the guest room, just in time to see Ke Fu buried in his pen on the desk in his bedroom.

Sure enough, it is still there.

If you take off the get-up air filter, Ke Fu’s posture of sitting upright and holding a pen is actually very good-looking. His fingers are slender and strong, his expression is gentle and indifferent, his hair is just the right length, and there are still bruises on his face. Youthful.

Lin Jiangchen stared at it for a long time, and even the irritability of just getting up was gone.

This kid is really pretty when he's not bothering him.

Unlike his life philosophy of enjoying yourself in time and passing by, Ke Fu always has a serious energy in him, even when he is close, he is very serious and pretends to be afraid.

Lin Jiangchen came from behind, resting his fingers lightly on a corner of the table, his breath and temperature approached, only a few centimeters away from Ke Fu's unnaturally slightly tightened back.

When the other party approached, Ke Fu smelled the cool smell of the mint leaves on the other party's body.

"Are you awake? Did you get up and get angry?" he asked.

"Well, it's almost there." Lin Jiangchen's voice still had a thin nasal tone when he just woke up, and the golden lines on his body flowed, looming: "I said you can stay here, but you really haven't left... "

"I'm afraid when you go to work." Ke Fu replied confidently.

Lin Jiangchen glanced at the notebook on the table: "...what are you writing?"

"First draft."

Lin Jiangchen has never seen how other people write scripts, so he couldn't help being surprised: "I got inspiration so soon?"

Ke Fu couldn't say clearly that he used the other party as the prototype of the male protagonist, his eyes drifted, and he said evasively: "Suddenly there is."

"Show me!" Lin Jiangchen made a gesture to snatch it.

Ke Fu secretly yelled badly, fearing that the little Jiujiu in his heart would be discovered before he finished writing, so he quickly shielded himself, separated the other's grabbing hands, and explained indiscriminately: "No, no, I didn't write it well."

"Why are you ashamed! It's already a great thing for me to be able to write it, okay, can I laugh at you even if I'm illiterate?"

Lin Jiangchen arched inward again, only wanting to grab the notebook, but didn't notice that the distance had exceeded the range he could usually accept.The fine blond hair brushed limply on Ke Fu's neck, making his heart itch.

Ke Fu was a little unaccustomed to this strange touch, and his back straightened even more.

Even if Lin Jiangchen lowered his status and claimed to be illiterate, it would be difficult for Ke Fu to overcome the hurdle of shame: "... really not."

"Hey you! You ran to my house to write and didn't let me read it!"

The two had a quarrel, and Lin Jiangchen suddenly stopped concentrating on reading through Ke Fu's hands, sniffed, and said calmly, "I smell rice on you."

Ke Fu laughed, not knowing whether to praise him for his developed sense of smell or his forgetfulness: "It's done, it's in the living room."

"Do it for me, or do you have to solve it yourself?" Lin Jiangchen turned his head and blinked.

Ke Fu looked at Shanglin Jiangchen's expectant eyes, but he was a little embarrassed to admit it: "...you."

This time Lin Jiangchen didn't want to grab the manuscript anymore, so he laughed out loud: "Although you are annoying when you pester me, you are still okay."

Ke Fu, who was evaluated as 'annoying' for the first time in 20 years: "... I thank you."

Lin Jiangchen didn't realize it: "Why are you so unhappy? I praise you. I cook cakes and cook. I haven't had anyone cook for me for a long time. Now I can only rely on takeaway for dinner."

Ke Fu, who has been at home for many years, said earnestly: "Eating takeaway is not good."

"Did you know there's a home-cooked restaurant downstairs? The one that doesn't always put salt in."

Although Ke Fu didn't know, but in order to cooperate with him, he nodded.

Lin Jiangchen looked quite proud, and patted his chest: "Do you know why their family has not closed down yet?"

Ke Fu: "...uh."

When Ke Fu didn't know what expression to make, Lin Jiangchen ran in front of the dining table, and couldn't wait to scoop a spoonful into his mouth.

"I still have half an hour to go to work. You wait for me to deal with the dinner problem first, and the ghost exorcism will be solved immediately."

Looking at Lin Jiangchen's small eyes that glowed instantly after taking a sip, he was still feeling relieved, when he saw Lin Jiangchen put down the spoon and ran to the bedroom, Ke Fu leaned on his old mother: "Where are you going?"

"Looking for my phone, I can't eat without something to watch." Lin Jiangchen's voice came from the cubicle.

Ke Fu was in a delicate mood. There was a big living person sitting in front of him. Is the phone too fun or am I dead?

In the end, Lin Jiangchen didn't really watch the drama with his mobile phone, and was forced to give up because he forgot where to put the mobile phone.

Sitting down again, Lin Jiangchen first cleaned up the barbecue rice like a storm, took a sip of orange juice, patted his stomach to relax, and within a few minutes was ready to transfer his fighting power to the lemon cake.

"What about the cake you made, cut a piece and present it for me to taste."

Ke Fu sat across from him, not intending to move: "Wait, eat after digesting."

Then he asked worriedly, "Is there enough to eat?"

Lin Jiangchen tapped the edge of the plate with a fork, grinned and said to Ke Fu: "It's okay, I don't know how much I can eat, and the price starts at 200 yuan when I used to order."

"Eat so much?" Ke Fu slightly widened his eyes.

"There are always two stinky and shameless people who come here to eat for free as soon as the meal is over. Fortunately, they are not picky eaters, otherwise they would have been kicked out of the house." Lin Jiangchen spoke in a vicious tone, but his expression didn't look like that at all. thing.

Lin Jiangchen always said that he was poor, that he had no money, and his food and clothing could be clearly reduced.But the money spent on buying games and krypton gold is obviously not in line with Lin Jiangchen's yelling all day long, and he can afford to invite guests at any time. Chi Ziang has always suspected that this person has hidden a small treasury.

Ke Fu knew that he was talking about the two people he met at the door before.Lin Jiangchen later introduced that Chi Ziang's true identity is the well-deserved leader of today's soul catchers, and the other one with a cold face, who was born with a fairy bone, is the new heir of the Jiang family's Taoist temple.

Lin Jiangchen didn't like to talk about his own affairs, he was keen on not doing his job properly, and all his friends were famous figures in the spirit world, and Ke Fu was curious about his secretiveness.

After Lin Jiangchen finished eating, he smiled at Ke Fu, turned around and went to wash the dishes.

The dinner was prepared by Ke Fu at his own home, and the dishes and chopsticks were also taken from home.It seems a bit backwards. If Lin Jiangchen asked, he really didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Fortunately, Lin Jiangchen probably guessed that the other party didn't want to mention it, so he didn't ask, and continued to argue with Ke Fu with the tap on:

"Hey, you are so good at cooking, do you consider coming to my house to be a chef? You cook for me, and I will protect your safety. Is it a good deal to get a bodyguard for free?"

Ke Fu blurted out a joke that the other party casually said: "Okay."

He was just talking for fun, but Ke Fu responded unexpectedly. Lin Jiangchen looked back at him in surprise, but didn't speak.

The other party's eyes sweeping over his body made his face heat up unconsciously.

Can be infected by a look