Four male gods forced me to transform [Entertainment]

"He's fine, he's still sleeping, don't worry about him!" Bu Li returned quickly, with a look of self-satisfaction on his brows, looking back, why did his own mother care about Chi Ling?Didn't you say you were going to kill him a few days ago?

After a few words on the other side, he quickly hung up the phone.

Bu Li bit his finger, always felt that Guo Zhenhua was abnormal, the more he thought about it, the more wrong he was, he decided to go back, anyway, Chi Ling was not awake, he could talk anytime, maybe he stayed by himself, the noise would affect Chi Ling's rest.

Bu Li left a note on the coffee table saying "I have to go home before I go back to call for something." He trotted down the mountain and left by the early bus.

When they got home, the food stalls were already closed, the couple sat in the living room eating supper, and when Bu Li came back, they asked Bu Li to eat together.

Bu Li let out an "oh", and consciously went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks to join.

The three of them ate together without talking.

Bu Li looked at Bu Jiangang, then at Guo Zhenhua.

Legs and feet are sound, no disease, no pain, healthy and healthy, all very well.

But very strange.There was no beating or scolding, and the harmony was strange.

Bu Li stopped his chopsticks, tried to find some nonsense to say, and Guo Zhenhua replied with terrible hospitality, but his expression was very stiff, which seemed to mean a forced smile.

Although Bu Jiangang didn't make a sound, he put vegetables into his bowl more diligently.

Bu Li frowned, feeling that the matter was not simple.After he finished his meal, he walked around the house with his hips inserted, but he didn't find anything complicated, but he was a little sleepy.

Bu Li turned on the shower nozzle in the bathroom, hummed a song and prepared to take a bath, halfway through taking off his clothes, he was suddenly taken aback.

A very ordinary T-shirt and jeans, very clean, smells strange, and a little too big, so it doesn't belong to me, but Chiling's.

His clothes were not dry after washing, and they were still hanging on the balcony of the villa.Anyway, I have to go next time, if I borrow something, I will return it, and it's okay to come back wearing Chi Ling's clothes.

Bu Li thinks it's all right, but his own mother may not be.

Leaving aside the overnight stay last night, at least I declared in advance and got my mother's permission, but staying overnight at Chiling's place and coming back in Chiling's clothes early in the morning is always a bit intriguing.

If it was really because of this, he should have been asked for an explanation long ago.Bu Li has self-knowledge, so it can't be clothes, so what could it be?

Bu Li suspiciously took a shower, lay down on the bed, and planned to make out with his cat before going to sleep, but blindfolded, he yelled "meow, meow" for a long time, but there was no movement.

Hey, where's his cat?

Bu Li lifted the blindfold, sat up and patted the bed while screaming, but there was still no movement.

When the cat is still young, it is when it is mischievous. It often wanders around the house and hides and seeks with its owner. But as long as it calls out, it will immediately gallop over and act like a baby. Usually, if it calls like this, it should have jumped on the bed to pet it. , There has never been a situation where you can't call like today.

He is only two months old, and he is still far from the estrus.The doors and windows of the house are well closed, and there are also screens. It is impossible to go out alone to find a little girlfriend.Is it stuck somewhere and can't get out?

The more Bu Li thought about it, the more worried he became, so he simply took off the blindfold and got up to look for the cat.

The master bedroom door is closed.Bu Jiangang has already fallen asleep. After all, he is the strong laborer of the family. The burden of the whole family is on his shoulders, and the body is the most important thing.

The strange thing is that Guo Zhenhua sat alone in the living room and didn't know what she was doing, and she didn't sleep.

Bu Li called "Mom" and wandered around with the small dried fish, calling in a low voice.

Because I didn't name the kitten, I just barked "Doudiu, Qiuqiu, Mimi". When I thought of what it was called, those who didn't know it thought they had a litter of cats at home.

Guo Zhenhua's eyes followed Bu Li's walks and walks. Normally, she would have yelled a long time ago, but today she didn't say a word.

"Hey, where is my cat?" Bu Li muttered, scratched his head and sat opposite Guo Zhenhua, and asked casually, "Mom, did you see Mimi?"

Guo Zhen wrinkled her face, she didn't say anything, but the tears fell first.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Bu Li was taken aback, and hurriedly took out a tissue and stuffed it into Guo Zhenhua's hand, not forgetting his poverty, "Aren't you going to bed? What are you doing sitting here? Get nervous early in the morning? Like other little girls." Is the sentimentality of the family on?"

Guo Zhenhua wiped away her tears, and wanted to keep fooling around, but when she saw that Buli was still holding a small dried fish in her hand, she couldn't hide it, so she gritted her teeth and confessed: "Dudiu, Mimi died. Just last night, I Seeing it lying there motionless, something is not right. When I went over to look, there was a piece of thread in its mouth, and it screamed when it was pulled, and it seemed to be in severe pain. I remember you said that the needle and thread at home should not be left indiscriminately, and it would be bad for the cat to eat it. I remembered that we helped your boss mend clothes a few days ago, and the needles and threads were left on the table every day without cleaning them up. It may have eaten the needles. I was scared to death, so I quickly took it to the city you mentioned. There are still people on duty at night. The doctor said that on the way here Mimi was... dead and not breathing. I asked the doctor to take an X-ray of it. There was indeed a needle in it. The doctor said to see how it looks, It should have been several days, even if I hug him alive, I won’t be able to save him..."

A dead silence.

Bu Li's head was buzzing, except for Guo Zhenhua's intermittent sobbing, he couldn't hear anything else.

Guo Zhenhua grabbed Bu Li's hand and shook it, "Du Diu, say something."

"Ah, ah..." Bu Li raised his head, no wonder he couldn't find it, so he was dead.

Bu Li's eyes were red, but the tears were held back tightly, none of them fell, which made Guo Zhenhua feel even more uncomfortable.

Bu Li likes cats, Guo Zhenhua has known for a long time, because of the catering downstairs, she has never raised them herself.This time when I brought the kitten back to raise, I told you to put away the nails and needles, and even paid for new screens at home, as if I knew there would be an accident, but I didn’t expect the accident to come like this quick.

Bu Li pressed the corners of his eyes to ease his emotions, "Where is it?"

"Your father was buried in the garden across the street, just, just where we used to live." Guo Zhenhua stood up and put her arms around Bu Li, calling Bu Li by his nickname over and over again, "Diu Diu, Diu Diu, It’s my mother’s fault. She didn’t clean up the house. If you want to blame, you can blame your mother. Don’t be sad, okay? Or let’s, let’s raise another one. I heard that the cat from the United States or England is beautiful and well-behaved. Wild cats are much more likable, mom will buy you one, and a new cat litter, as well as toys and snacks, mom will buy them for you. Let’s go, let’s go buy it now.”

"Got it, I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep." Bu Li broke free from Guo Zhenhua's embrace, ran back to the room, and closed the door forcefully.

Bu Li nestled in the small garden across the street, holding a branch to draw circles while staring blankly.

For three whole days, except for eating and sleeping, I didn't leave this place for a minute.

Guo Zhenhua knew that he was sad, so she was used to him, and waited at home every day with prepared meals, no matter where he went, she didn't ask, as long as she remembered to come back, it was even harder for Bu Jiangang to say anything.

Bu Li is really sad, and more of a self-blame.

But he didn't regret helping Chi Ling mend the wedding dress, even though the wedding dress had been cut by Chi Ling long ago, he watched helplessly and couldn't stop him, even to this day, Chi Ling didn't even know that anyone had ever mend the wedding dress for him.

Bu Li didn't regret it, even if everything he did for Chi Ling was in vain, like a joke, he didn't regret it either.

Of course, it is even more impossible to blame Guo Zhenhua for forcing him to learn crochet, or for not tidying up the house, such a boring excuse that is purely for him.

Bu Li knew that no one was at fault from the beginning to the end of the whole incident, and that it had nothing to do with anyone to get to today's ending, and it was even more unreasonable to blame Chi Ling for the cat's death.

But he couldn't stop himself from thinking that if Ada's request had been rejected in the first place, the cat wouldn't have had a chance to touch the needle.If he can remember to put away the tools after finishing his handwork every day, the cat will not swallow the needle and thread while he is not paying attention.If he's not getting dizzy with the hook, he'll have time to watch the cat and stop it when it swallows the thread.Or maybe he has never known Chi Ling before, never liked Chi Ling, and if he doesn’t think about Chi Ling all the time, and doesn’t put Chi Ling’s affairs first, he can discover the abnormality of the cat earlier and take the cat to the hospital earlier. Maybe there is help.

It's a pity that things have already happened and cannot be undone. No matter how you think about it, it is useless.

He didn't know who to blame, but in the end he could only blame himself.

If that man brought joy and excitement that he had never experienced in his life three nights ago, then now, thinking of the word "Chi Ling", Bu Li began to feel scared.

He is afraid to think of him, because when he thinks of him, he always thinks of his cat.

He didn't know how to face Chi Ling, but fortunately, after that day, Chi Ling never came to him again.

He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad, in short, he was definitely not happy.

Bu Li looked at the rockery on the edge of the garden, and slowly moved his gaze down.

The garden is where he played since he was a child. It is very close to the residential area. When he was a child, he followed his classmates to play hide-and-seek here every day after school.

The environment in the old town is not good, the playmates are growing up gradually, the original residents have moved almost, only a few tenants are left, the garden is gradually abandoned, and if it is not demolished, it will just be put on hold. Until now, almost no one has come.

Lao Bu buried chickens, ducklings, turtles, and goldfish here for him, but when he grew up, he stopped tossing about and raised small animals, so he didn't come here for a long time.

The weeds are full of life, and the flowers and trees are not to be outdone, and they grow wildly around the two rockeries on the side.

The winter jasmine has fallen, the pomegranates are blooming, the gardenias are vying to be the first, and the sorrel is in a stretch. It seems that there are no passers-by, and it is happier.

The cat was buried next to the rockery.

Bu Li never asked his father, but he knew it was there, because only the soil there was different, freshly turned over, with moisture, darker than the soil next to it, and a small bulge, which could be seen at a glance come out.

Bu Li stared at the little soil bag, his eyes sore.

This small piece of soil was like a thorn, stuck in his heart, it was sore and painful, and it was like a heavy rain, diluting the excitement of that night and blurring his eyes.

Bu Li felt that his eyes were blurred, and he was very confused.

There is only one clear answer, that is, standing outside the grove of the school that day, hesitating whether to take the cat home, not knowing how to choose is happiness for the cat, and now he knows.

But at that time, he didn't feel that he was wrong. When he took that step, he had vowed to believe that he could reverse the ending of his previous life and take good care of the cat.

Bu Li was confused.

He didn't know why he had to be reborn, and he didn't know whether the decision he made after rebirth was right or wrong.

No one can ask, so I can only scratch my not-so-smart little head and think about it alone.If you are right, just laugh.If you are wrong, you will cry.Laugh alone, cry alone, too lonely.

Then Chi Ling came and he was really happy.

Bu Li felt that he should be in the mountain villa, listening to the whistling mountain wind, watching the falling cherry blossoms outside the window, sitting with Chi Ling on the carpet in the living room, head to head, knee to knee, whispering.

There are so many things to say, all of which are happy.

But now, he wants to ask Chi Ling, have you ever regretted every decision you have made since your rebirth?Facing the familiar fate, accept or reject, conform or disobey, go with the flow or deviate from the track, which one is right and which one is wrong?

Bu Li felt that Chi Ling didn't know, otherwise, why would he shut himself in the room without eating or drinking, and nobody wanted to see him?

Maybe life is like this.

He likes to laugh, and even more so to others.

He likes everyone and is willing to help everyone.

As long as you smile, he says hello.As long as you speak, he will never turn back.

But you can only rely on yourself.

Bu Li hugged his knees and drew circles on the ground over and over again.

The branch suddenly stopped and hit a hard object, making it impossible to get through.

It was a pair of leather shoes, polished to a shine, without any gray at all. The style was classic, the color was quite satisfactory, but the pattern was a bit trendy, and it looked very high-end. If I had to use a more appropriate word to describe it, it would be - Mensao.

Step away and look up.

A straight windbreaker, a straight suit, a straight tie, diamond-encrusted cufflinks, a diamond-encrusted collar stay, and a diamond-encrusted tie clip. The whole body looks luxurious, and then look at the face—— er, I can’t see it, I’m wearing it An all-black mask is tightly covered, revealing a pair of eyes. At first glance, it looks like a star.

Bu Li recognized this handsome guy by the only pair of eyes left on his face, "Ah, it's you."

Si Qiu let out a "hmm", stomped off the dirt around his shoes, and took a step back.

As always, cleanliness is not easy to serve.

Bu Li threw away the branch, rubbed his stuffed nose, "What are you doing here?"

Si Qiu didn't speak, twisted his waist slightly, and his eyes fell on the shoe.The clenched fist was loosened and tightened, as if hesitating whether to take out the square towel in the pocket of the suit, squat down and wipe off a small piece of dust on the edge of the shoe that could not be stomped off.

But when you clean your shoes, the square towel will be dirty too.

Tsk tsk, trouble.

The presidents of the world's top 50 listed companies are always so troubled.

Bu Li is used to being lively, and the worst thing is to see two people he knows not talking together, and the most afraid of embarrassment.

The president is also a human being, so he has to find something to say when he has nothing to say.

Bu Li coughed twice, his face was covered with tears and snot, he was ugly to death, his throat was still choked, his voice sounded sticky and milky, like coquettish, "Are you here to see me laughing?"

There was another "hmm", concise and to the point, fully summarizing the central idea, just passing by to watch the excitement.

Bu Li: "..."

I want to hit someone, but hitting someone is against the law.

Bu Li thought for a while, took out a tissue from the pocket of the sweater, blew his nose hard twice, kneaded it into a ball, aimed at Si Qiu's ankle, and threw it hard.

The ball of paper flew over, looking pretty good.

Si Qiu froze all over, but luckily he reacted quickly, raised his leg, and dodged directly.

He squinted his eyes, with contempt and disgust in his eyes, but he had no intention of leaving.

The two sat one by one and stood by the other, just facing each other in a stalemate, neither of them spoke.

Until a gust of wind blew by, the half-bloomed pomegranate flowers fell from the branches, bounced on Bu Li's forehead, and slid down along the upturned nose.

Bu Li sneezed, blowing his nose, and squinting at Si Qiu, "Why are you still here? You don't need to do anything? Are the presidents of big companies so idle?"

"No, it's Sirui." Si Qiu corrected.

Bu Li rolled up a tissue and stuffed one nostril, "What, I don't understand."

"Because it's Sirui, I can be free." Si Qiu thought for a while, and added: "There is a problem if you can't be free."

"Does it mean that you have money to be idle?" Bu Li translated on his own, and silently added in his heart: Because Sirui is awesome, so he must be able to be idle. The company has opened up to this level, and the boss wants to be idle for two days. If it doesn't come down, it's better to close down.

Si Qiu nodded, "Almost."

"Oh."

After exchanging polite greetings, Bu Li lacked interest, and picked a strong branch from the ground, retracted and continued to draw circles.

Si Qiu turned around and took two steps back, getting closer and closer to the soil bag beside the rockery.

Bu Li jumped up with a "chuckle", and while running towards Si Qiu, he shouted impatiently: "Don't step on it, don't step on it! Don't step on it!"

Si Qiu stopped in front of the dirt bag, barely being held back, he didn't step on it, and he didn't intend to step on it.

He lowered his head and stared at Bu Li's hand holding his arm, until he saw that the owner of the hand was embarrassed to withdraw himself, he took two steps around the soil bag, his eyes fixed on the center of the bag, as if he knew what was going on below. What is buried.

"Dead, your cat."

"Eh, you know?"

"Ah."

So god?Bu Li shut up and was surprised, maybe this is the money ability.

Si Qiu looked at it silently for a while, then said in a low voice, "It's the end of fate."

Bu Li blinked, "What?"

"Yuan, Jin, Er, Fen." Si Qiu turned his head, looked at Bu Li, and said it again slowly, word by word, clearly.

Bu Li was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly became anxious.

"No, no!" He yelled loudly, "Fate has only just begun, and there are still many, many, many, many, how come it is over? You are talking nonsense!"

Si Qiu gave a "tsk", with a look of looking at a child, really difficult to deal with.

"It can't be done, it can't be done!" Bu Li bared his teeth, "If I say I can't, I can't! If I say I can't, I won't!"

Si Qiu stopped talking.

Bu Li's eyes turned red, his nose wrinkled, and he wanted to cry again.

"If you can't keep it, you can't keep it. If you insist on staying, there will be no good results." Si Qiu shook his head, raised his hand to poke Bu Li's forehead, and then looked at his hand.

Wearing gloves, it's tolerable.

"Do you believe in Buddhism? Can you say something about the world?" Bu Li was still angry, and his mouth was stabbed, and it seemed that he had already given up.

But Si Qiu took it seriously.

He took almost everything he said seriously, even if sitting in front of him was an unreasonable kid who had lost his cat, lost his mind, and was unreasonable.

Si Qiu looked at Bu Li and replied seriously: "No, I don't believe in Buddhism. I believe in myself."

"Then you—" Bu Li elongated his voice, gave Si Qiu a thumbs up, and made a vigorous comparison to Si Qiu, implying that you are awesome, the best.

Si Qiu didn't refute, as if he had accepted everything.

But Bu Li was just acting out of anger.He sat back angrily, picked up a pile of branches on the ground, bent his hands, snapped them all, and finally relieved his anger.

Si Qiu followed Bu Li and stopped after a little distance.

Bu Li calmed down, thought about Si Qiu's words carefully, propped his chin, and reluctantly admitted, "You're right, I can't seem to keep anything."

"Yes, nothing lasts forever, and you can't keep anything. Your assets, money, family, youth, memory, including yourself are all mortal." Si Qiu's voice was so cold that he didn't seem like a living person .

"Why are you so cold-blooded!" Bu Li almost laughed angrily.

Follow him to say a few words and he still takes it seriously.Having said that, why would he discuss this issue with the president of a listed company who has everything from assets, money, family, youth, and memories to a small garden by the side of the road?Confused, really confused!

The president not only has everything, but also makes progress.

"You can't keep your store anymore." Si Qiu raised his eyebrows, "I'm going to transform Yanjiang Food Street into a food city for unified management. What do you think?"

Bu Li was stunned, it was no less than a blow to the head.

He knew that Si Qiu's appearance was not so simple, and there must be some messy things forcing him to do it. The president is amazing, the rich is amazing, and he knows how to bully poor children because of his wealth and power. What is he doing? What did he do wrong to punish him to hang out with this group of psychopaths all day long... Woohoo.

Bu Li raised his head aggrievedly, met Si Qiu's gaze, and immediately knew that he had been tricked.

These are a pair of very beautiful eyes, slightly narrow and long, but not feminine.The eyelashes are very long, the pupils are black, like obsidian, they look shiny, their eyesight must be very good, different from the usual seriousness, the end of the eyes are completely curved, obviously smiling.

Bu Li let out a "hum", turned his head away, and said in a rough voice, "It's not that good!"

Si Qiu waved his hands while suppressing a smile, "Okay, okay, just kidding."

"So you're here to add insult to injury?" Bu Li rolled his eyes and used interrogative sentences, but he was sure in his heart that the mouth under the mask must have been smiling crookedly!

"No." Si Qiu shook his head, opened his coat, took out something from the inside pocket, and threw it to Bu Li with a look of disgust.

Bu Li was holding the things in his arms, his whole body was stiff, and he was too dumb to speak.

It is a cat, the size of a palm, with long light orange stripes from the head to the tail.

The belly was white, the hair was sparse, and it exploded one by one. It was probably thrown out suddenly by someone who was unprepared. I was scared, squinted my eyes and yelled "meow meow meow".

Exactly the same, exactly like his cat.

Feeling weak, calling for stop and stop, even the voice is exactly the same.

If I have to say what is different, the one in my arms is a little smaller, about a month old, and skinny, so to be precise, this cat is not exactly the same as his current cat, but it is the same as him when he was young. It was exactly the same when I picked it up in the woods.

"This, this..." Bu Li looked at the cat, then at Si Qiu, pointing at the slightly raised dirt bag not far away, startled and incoherent, "Dudiu, Mimi, Qiuqiu, it, it's alive? Can you, can you do magic?! You made it alive?!"

Si Qiu let out a "cough", hinting that Bu Li should not get nervous in broad daylight.

Buli squatted down, put the kitten on his knees, squeezed his little paws, flicked his little ears, touched and scratched his chin, and successfully made the cat purr.

"Listen, it is snoring, it feels comfortable, it likes me! Ah, ah, it likes me!" Bu Li looked at the cat, his heart almost melted.

"Although you can't keep anything, there will be new ones."

Si Qiu looked at Bu Li and the cat, and sneezed hard.

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