just stick to you

－Text ●Final words from the writer: From the official start of writing in December last year to the end of the glorious October this year, it happened to be the time when I was pregnant with a baby, and Zhan Zhan finally leveled the pit with more than 29 characters outside the episode, and the length once again set a new record The new record is more than the number of trembling words... The content about Qiao Qiao's adoption of children will appear in the third (or fourth) part of Qiuyang Mingyao. Thank you for your support in the past year, bow down... …

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I'm Sticking to You - Midnight Hungry Ghost Festival [-]

Midnight Hungry Ghost Festival



In late August in Brisbane, Australia, the weather was chilly. Although there was no snow, the chill in the air penetrated from the collar to the base of the neck, which still made Mingrui shiver, and the bicycle was about to ride into the grass beside the road .

"Mingrui, I just bought a pair of Parker. Did you go to Sydney to buy it? It's been so long!"

Just after riding the bicycle into the garage, a handsome kid about eleven or twelve years old ran to Mingrui through the door connecting the main house with the garage, and when he encountered the cold air Mingrui brought in from outside, he immediately panicked. Sneezed twice.

"It's more than three kilometers away from the nearest supermarket. I can go back and forth in half an hour, which is considered fast."

After Mingrui set up the car and turned around, he saw Mingzi Qiao was not wearing a thick coat and his nose was dripping, his hands were still in his trouser pockets rummaging around for a long time, but he couldn't find anything, and without thinking, he stretched out his sleeves and turned to Mingzi Wipe under Joe's nose:

"Uncle Mini, don't you have a cold and still recover? Come in quickly, lest you have a fever again, and the master and the others will be busy again."

Ming Ziqiao was rubbed by Mingrui's big hand and screamed, "Oh, oh, you are so rude, it hurts!"

But the child, who was always disgusted with the pain, held Mingrui's sleeve elbows firmly with both hands, and wiped himself several times on his own initiative, until the snot was all glued to the sleeve, and then he pursed his lips and let go.

"The cuffs of this coat of yours are thickly ribbed and washed to the point of pilling. It's almost scratching my nose."

"You think it's rough and you're so happy to wipe it?"

Mingrui knew that this youngest son whom his grandfathers loved and loved had a personality of complaining since he was a child.

"Although the garage is sealed, there is no heating. If you want to come here, you should put on a coat..."

"Oh Mingrui, please don't think of me as a child, I'm your uncle."

Ming Ziqiao couldn't take it anymore and complained again. Usually, his father would tell him various things face to face or on the phone, so he didn't want Mingrui to become his second father to bother him to death.

"Ming Ziqiao, if you don't want to be missed by me, you have to take care of yourself. Don't let my old man have an excuse to beat me up."

Mingrui dragged Ming Ziqiao's arm towards the door that was about to enter the main house, saying that it was not an exaggeration at all, because Ming Ziqiao couldn't keep up with his strides at all.

"You are not old or young, how dare you call me by my first and last name!"

"When you become more sensible and look like an adult, I will call you little uncle wholeheartedly."

Dragging Ming Ziqiao directly to the warm living room, Mingrui sat down on the sofa, took out three poker cards from his jacket pocket and threw them on Ming Ziqiao's lap:

"No, take it, three payments should be enough for the four of you to play for several days, right?"

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Tu Ling and Ming Zhen's house seemed quite quiet compared to Ming Rui's loud voice.

Tu Ling went to the Gymnasium to give lectures, Ming Zhen went to sit in the Brisbane branch of the Ming family in Australia, Ming Ziqiao's old fathers were also very busy, and returned to work by plane one after another yesterday afternoon, Zeng Yurong's parents had business to visit friends After leaving Melbourne, only the two younger children were taken away, leaving Ming Jun’s eldest son, Zeng Yurong, so Ming Rui, the oldest of the children, was forced to become a babysitter and could not go to the gymnasium with him, so he had to stay at home to take care of the four older children. Both are small.

Mingrui has been considerate of Mingzhen since he was a child, as long as Mingzhen speaks, he will not refuse.After taking care of him all the way these days, except for Ming Ziqiao, the other three are all fine, they admire Mingrui and listen to the big brother and cousin; and Ming Ziqiao, who has the most opinions and likes to dispatch him, is the only one who can annoy Mingrui. The patient one is also the only [elder] among the four whose seniority is not the same as theirs.

I'm Sticking to You - Midnight Hungry Ghost Festival [-]



"They're all taking a nap, I'm so bored."

Ming Ziqiao's facial features are more like Qiao Zhonglin's, and his skeleton is even more so. It can be imagined that Qiao Zhonglin was definitely a slender, tall and thin beautiful boy when he was as old as his younger son:

"You can't go back to the room, close the door, put your net on it and leave me here alone, Mingrui, you have to accompany me!"

Mingrui complained all over the irresponsible grandfathers in his heart, why did his grandma get stuck and bring this spoiled young master here if he wanted to? What a pity that he is lonely and has no one to accompany him, throw him to a summer camp or let him learn talents, he finally made friends with a beautiful Japanese chick on msn this winter vacation, but he is often haunted by this young master and kid I have no time to surf the Internet. It seems that if I want to get acquainted with her and make an appointment to meet her, I have to wait for this little uncle to return to the United States.

"You don't like surfing the Internet, you don't like drinking coffee, you don't like eating hamburgers, you don't know how to enjoy quiet freaks, you really look like people from ancient times."

Mingrui couldn't help complaining again, since Ming Ziqiao lived in his house until now, he said these words two or three times a day, and they almost became mantras:

"Go watch your TV."

"I watched half of a movie just now, you have to sit down and watch it with me."

Ming Ziqiao's voice hasn't changed yet, her voice is as thin as that of a girl's, she really sounds like a little girl who is being coquettish with her boyfriend.

"Okay."

Mingrui answered reluctantly, although he would rather go on msn to chat with real girls, but he was more afraid that Mingziqiao would sue the violent old man in his family. It's just that he was punched and punished, and he was repaired, but he was punched and kicked, and he was beaten like a sandbag.

"I want tea."

As soon as the young master picked up the remote control, his mouth also started to control Mingrui.

"...I just throw the tea leaves directly into the mug and make hot water."

"It's okay, as long as you have something to drink."

Normally, whenever Mingrui said this, Mingziqiao would frown and go into the kitchen to boil water, throw the tea leaves into the teapot, and make a teacup, but today he is unusually disregarding taste.

"What kind of tea do you drink?" Mingrui poured it out after entering the kitchen, "Black tea or scented tea?"

"There's a silver tin can in the cabinet above the hand washing bag, which contains Taiwanese oolong. I've been here for so many days, haven't you noticed it?"

I'm going north, you're not my seventh child, who will pay attention to you?

"Well, how much tea should I put?"

Mingrui found out the tin can and opened it, looking helpless at the curled up leaves like round beads, went to the living room and asked:

"Need, uh, sugar and creamer?"

The young master's eyebrows were raised high in displeasure, and he stared at Mingrui, as if he was a stupid servant who didn't understand anything:

"Didn't you see that there is a small bamboo spoon in the jar, use the cup with two teddy bears on it to make it for me, it only needs a teaspoon of tea, and no one needs to add sugar and creamer to drink oolong Yes, do you understand the tea ceremony?"

Xuete, your dandan noodles, I always drink coffee, who would know what this kind of old stuff is?I only know judo!

Although Mingrui was very dry in his heart, he still didn't say anything. According to Mingziqiao's request, he made him a cup of hot oolong and put it on the coffee table within his reach.

"No, take it."

The young master shifted his gaze from the TV screen to the cup of oolong that was smoking white smoke, and immediately cried out in a fuss:

"Oh, why didn't you cover the cup? That way the tea flavor won't come out!"

I lean on lean on!The first time I make tea is for you to drink. My daddy and my old man don’t have this kind of treatment. You’d better drink it up quietly and don’t criticize me anymore, otherwise don’t blame me for throwing you out to blow the cold wind!

"Ming Ziqiao, do you drink his grandma's?" Mingrui narrowed his eyes, his voice was already full of murderous intent.

"Do you want to die? How dare you swear at me! Aren't you afraid I'll tell your dad?!" The young master didn't know if he really cared so much, but his voice trembled a little.

But looking at him, the trembling didn't look like he was angry, it was more like...fear?

Ming Rui paid attention to the program that was playing on the TV for a few seconds, and found that it was a Korean movie he had watched two or three times, and it was a ghost movie with a lot of suspense elements. Listening to the original sound from the five-directional speakers in the living room, The plot should be the final climax near the end.

There are many East Asian immigrants in Brisbane, and some TV stations will repeat old movies from East Asia during cold hours.

I remember that when he switched to the channel two weeks ago, he saw the preview of the special series of ghost movies on the ghost moon. In the morning, his grandmother called and said that she would say goodbye tomorrow and asked the whole family to go back to the restaurant for dinner, so today should be the Chinese lunar calendar. One day in July, yes.

"Hey, are you afraid of watching ghost movies? Then turn the channel to watch other things."

Hey, what a coward, it really is a premature baby who was born less than a month old, and before his grandfather had the courage to put it on him, he can't wait to give birth to the father's fetus early, to enjoy the love that this wonderful world gives him.

"Who...who said I was afraid? Yes, I was shivering because of the cold weather."

Ming Ziqiao also knew that his words were not normal, but how could he admit to a [junior] that he was really disturbed by the ghostly chants of this film.

"Oh? But the air conditioner has been set at [-] degrees C, I still feel hot."

"Maybe...maybe I just went to the garage and it's a bit cold