Small saccharin

What has Zhuang Jiu been doing for a few days off the air?

At night, a 209-year-old child worker went downstairs and saw a human being sitting on the sofa in a daze. With a dark face, he asked angrily, "What do you want to eat tonight, talk!"

Zhuang Jiuxi was wearing home clothes, his hair was slightly messed up, and he was absently fiddling with the pillow in his arms. He didn't even bother to lift his head, and said in a sullen tone, "Whatever you want."

The former king of dry rice now looks like a salted fish without ideals.

"Anything!"

Bai Youlin couldn't care less about complaining about being enslaved, and said frantically: "If you don't eat anymore, you should lose weight again. Then how can I explain to that madman!?"

"Hurry up, braised fish or sweet and sour pork ribs?" He asked proactively.

Zhuang Jiu analyzed: "...I don't even want to eat."

The ghost boy was quite irritable: "So what do you want to eat, you tell me, I will do it!"

Just wait for this sentence!

Zhuang Jiuxi lowered his head, the corners of his lips curled up in a shallow arc, and then he put it down quietly. He said slowly, "You fish is so big. Dad wants to eat Buddha jumping over the wall."

Bai Youlin: "...Damn! It takes five hours for the Buddha to jump over the wall, why don't you say that you can eat a full banquet? Besides, my body can only support three hours a day, how can I finish it for you?"

"It's easy," Zhuang Jiuxi pointed to the direction of the study as if nothing had happened, smiled at him, and said, "I have nothing to do recently, so I made another body for you. You can wear it in turn. Six hours a day is enough." .”

Ghost boy wanted to curse.He took a deep breath and told himself not to be too impulsive, so as not to irritate the ghost again, the gain would outweigh the loss.

then……

It’s so big that I’m going to do a full banquet with a big face.

Zhuang Jiuxi poked his head and watched him walk into the kitchen, then changed his mournful look, threw away the pillow in his arms, took out the phone hidden underneath, and continued playing games happily.

Gee.

In fact, he also lost a day.

Intermittent bereavement is the status quo of many contemporary youths. Because of excessive pressure, this method is used to resolve it. Usually, it will automatically return to normal after a day of rest.

but……

Zhuang Jiuxi didn't have the nerve to give the ghost boy some science, and it felt so good to eat, drink, and be pampered at the funeral, so he gave himself two extra days off.

Regardless of the torrential floods outside, I live in the dark and mesmerized in the hut. It's great not to have to face the troubles outside!

He played games with the trumpet and made a happy sound.

Drop drop drop drop...

There was a sound from WeChat.

Zhuang Jiuxi finished the game and switched back to WeChat, it turned out to be a call from his own father.

He walked into the bedroom, connected the phone, and joked: "What happened at home, you always thought of contacting me."

Zhuang's father turned down the volume of the TV, and said slowly: "Yesterday, a man who claimed to be Zhao Jin came to the house and said that he would pick me and your mother to reunite with you in Suizhou."

What?Secretary Zhao went to his house?

Immediately, Zhuang Jiuxi's fox ears stood up, standing tall, and asked with concern: "Quick, tell me, what benefits did he promise?"

Zhuang's father didn't ask about his relationship with that Zhao Jin, just waved his hand casually, and said, "What are you talking about? Arrange a villa for us in the city. If you want to go to work, you can give us a decent and comfortable job. If you don't want to go to work, you can live at home for the elderly. , there will be servants and chefs to serve, and what about pocket money every month..."

"Really, just tell me this kind of benefit directly. What's the use of asking you." Zhuang Jiuxi wasn't worried at all that his parents would be rebellious, and even shook his head regretfully, and then asked:

"So, Dad, what did you say?"

Zhuang's father said calmly: "Your mother told me to entertain him, don't disturb her to chant scriptures, I told him that we have no worldly desires."

Zhuang Jiuxi laughed directly: "Hahahahahahaha!"

The dealer is also wonderful.

Perhaps because of the poor god's blood, the first eight generations of the Zhuang family's descendants were all poor and Buddhist, that is, they had no worldly desires at all.

And Zhuang's father also married Zhuang's mother, who was more Buddhist than him, and together they gave birth to this little wonder, Zhuang Jiuxi.

The whole family believes in the idea of ​​eating enough and has no need for material things. That's why Zhuang Jiuxi can wear a pair of trousers for two or three years without refills at all. Wear them during the day and wash them at night when they get dirty, and continue the next day Wear it until it is completely scrapped before buying another one.

However, Zhuang Jiuxi's painting style is different from his family's.

He is not Buddhist at all, and is full of vulgar tastes. He is completely an ordinary human being filled with inferiority.

Zhuang's parents were desperate after trying to change his mind to no avail.

Especially Zhuang's mother, the only wish in the past was to let her son get married and start a career. Since Zhuang Jiuxi yelled the slogan of infertility and infertility, Zhuang's mother has now set up a small Buddhist hall at home, eating fast, reciting Buddhist scriptures and chanting scriptures all day long.

Fortunately, Zhuang's father still has a mobile phone, so he can contact his son from time to time, otherwise they might have forgotten that there is such a person as his own son.

Zhuang's father also has the attitude of letting you fly, letting you go, and blame yourself.

However, today was a rare occasion. Father Zhuang looked at the pair of ears on the top of his son's head that were pricked up according to his mood, and still couldn't help asking: "Are those ears on your head real?"

"It grew out of my own ability!"

Zhuang Jiuxi was furious: "I've told you so many times, why don't you believe me all the time, Dad, go and check the family tree, I think that poor god also has the blood of a fox? Otherwise, why would I still grow this thing. "

Zhuang's father was very indifferent: "Maybe, it will grow as long as it grows, and you will do that cosplay and take pictures to make money in the future. Wouldn't it save you to buy props? It's pretty good."

Zhuang Jiuxi looked contemptuous: "I'm rich now, I won't do cosplay at all, how much money will I earn? I want to make money to live in a big house, eat roast chicken, roast duck, steamed goose and stewed fish every day, hot pot barbecue spicy Hot crayfish...%*(%%"

Father Zhuang's head hurts from what he described, and he felt that his Buddha heart that wanted to become a monk at that moment was tarnished, so he hung up the phone without saying much.

Zhuang Jiuxi threw away his phone, and lay motionless on the bed, like a salted fish.

Secretary Zhao has gone to his house, obviously Shen Yunqi's bastard is messing around again.

What does Lao Wangba want to do, let him find that cursed stone?Or is there another purpose?

Zhuang Jiuxi was thinking absently.

With his brain capacity, it was obviously very difficult to figure out the mind of a monster of this level, and he withered in a short while.

Can't guess.

If you agree, I'm afraid that you will cause more troubles and cause trouble for Brother Gui; if you don't agree... Youyu said that Brother Gui is busy looking for a way to leave the manor and have a human body recently, and Zhuang Jiuxi still wants to help him.

Difficult. Difficult.

He scratched his hair irritably, and suddenly felt an itchy fingertip. Zhuang Jiuxi was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head to look, and his eyes widened.

At some point next to the pillow, a paper man the size of a palm appeared. The little black robe stood beside him, with his head held high, his face full of seriousness, and his bun's face was tense. I don't know how long it has been here.

"Brother Ghost!"

Zhuang Jiuxi showed surprise on his face, sat up, picked up the little black robe and was devastated, poking his cheeks and pinching his hands.

The little black robe immediately turned into a little red robe, angrily scolded: "Stop it, don't mess around!"

Fearing that Brother Ghost, who was finally caught, would run away in anger, Zhuang Jiuxi had no choice but to restrain himself for a while, and then looked at the cute look of Xiao Hongpao, his eyes were shining, and he still kept moaning. complain:

"Brother Gui, you have been missing for several days, I miss you, even if I want to pinch you."

"I'm doing business."

The little black robe tried his best to get up from his palm with short legs, and said slowly: "Bai Youyu said that you are not in a good mood recently, I'll come and take a look."

As soon as he came back from the outside wearing a piece of paper, before he could take it off, he was told that something had happened to the little boy, so he came here in a hurry.

As a result, he forgot about the brat's coveting of the paper.

This caused an embarrassing situation where the little black robe fell into the wolf's claws.

Knowing that he cared about him, Zhuang Jiuxi was a little shy. He said dejectedly, "It's okay, but too many things have happened recently, and it's a bit chaotic."

Then, he told the other party about the deal Shen Yunqi proposed.

The little black robe stood opposite him, with one hand behind his back, his expression became more and more serious.

After Zhuang Jiuxi finished speaking, he asked, "Brother Gui, what do you think? That bastard Shen Yunqi is extremely treacherous. I was afraid that I would be fooled by him. Not only would I not be able to help you, but I would also hinder you, so I didn't agree immediately. .”

The little black robe said lightly: "The curse stone is not in the front yard. If you want to find it, you must find it in the back yard or underground."

Zhuang Jiuxi remembered that on the first day he entered the manor, he received a warning not to go to the backyard or underground, it was dangerous.

"How dangerous is it?" He asked strangely, "Can Brother Gui accompany me?"

Mr. Li Gui: "The ghosts who are bound in this space, if they die in the front yard, will be trapped in the place where they died. Of course, they can also choose to escape to the backyard and underground, but they will never be able to come to the front again. .”

"It can also be said that most of the ghosts are in the backyard."

Zhuang Jiuxi asked: "Brother Gui, can you go to the backyard too?"

"I can't," Li Gui said flatly, "Only me, bound in the front yard."

There is a door between the backyard and the frontyard, which is either opened by humans or destroyed by the power of ghosts.

Before Zhuang Jiuxi appeared, he had considered dying and destroying that barrier, and even the whole manor together.

but now……

He stared at the little boy deeply, his eyes dim.

Perhaps, even ghosts have weaknesses, and they will slowly appear the existence they desire.

Now, he doesn't want to die.I want to survive, I want to be free, to be able to be with this noisy brat all the time.

Mr. Li Gui simply followed his inner thoughts.

He said: "Pick a day that is not too cloudy, and I will accompany you to the backyard."

"it is good!"

Zhuang Jiuxi readily agreed, and carefully holding the little black robe into his palm, he asked happily, "Brother Gui won't have to go out to work anymore, and we can see each other every night?"

The little black robe looked at him expressionlessly, and asked back: "Don't you play games with your No. [-] sister every day, and you want to be your son-in-law?"

Zhuang Jiu shrank his neck, and suddenly felt that the room was dark.

Broken, how did Brother Gui find out?

He explained in a low voice: "Brother Gui, don't be angry, I'm just a tool to use the No. [-] ranking, and only you are my only golden thigh! Of course, I have returned all the money to the No. [-] list now, and I can't cheat." It's not his feelings, from now on I will only play games with Youyu!"

Little Heipao's cold and fierce expression eased a bit, "Yeah."

"Drip..."

The phone rang suddenly.

Zhuang Jiuxi held his beloved little black robe in one hand, took a look at it with the other hand, it turned out to be the first sister.

[Xiao Zhuang, I don't ask you to be with me, and I never thought about it, you don't need to have a psychological burden. 】

[I just want to have someone to accompany me, to walk through the last part of the road happily.The reason I didn't play games with you that day and let you go to the theater by yourself was because I went to the hospital. 】

【Diagnostic Certificate】

[I don't want to die quietly in a corner like a Korean drama actress. I'm a very selfish person. I want to tell you all this. Can you... can you accompany me through the last three months? . 】

Zhuang Jiu was startled, and clicked on the diagnosis certificate: Malignant tumor.

cancer!

Woc, he's totally dumbfounded.

In order to prevent being cheated, Zhuang Jiuxi even searched on Baidu how to identify the authenticity of the medical certificate.

Zhuang Jiuxi couldn't sit still.

He quickly put the paper figurine aside, and said casually: "Brother Gui, you should do your work first, the number one sister is terminally ill, let me comfort her..."

As the little boy said, he turned around with his mobile phone in his arms, and said softly while walking: "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gotten into trouble with you, I misunderstood your thoughts before, let me tell you Even if it's cancer..."

His voice grew further and further away.

On the bed, the little black robe's face had turned black into a potsticker, and there was a burst of air-conditioning all over his body, and the entire space was frozen into a world of ice and snow by his anger.

the other side

Secretary Zhao looked anxiously at a beautiful young man who was sending messages on his husband's mobile phone. His fingers were fast, and a series of words formed a poignant girl's story, with a touch of romance, but not too distorted.

Soon, Zhuang Jiuxi on WeChat believed it.

Zhao Jin was completely dumbfounded.

"Master...you still make up stories?"

The master raised his head and smiled at him, showing a small canine tooth. He said, "It's easy to say, I'm familiar with making up stories. When you Mr. Shen wakes up, you can use your status as a young lady to save his children's lives." heart."

Secretary Zhao: "Ah..."

Today's incident is too weird.

Taoist Xuan Jing was finally so overwhelmed that he didn't even earn any money, so he resigned and left.

Before leaving, he introduced a new master to Shen Yunqi, the beautiful young man in front of him, Yuan Baixing.

Originally, Master Yuan was invited to exorcise evil spirits, but as soon as the master came, he hit it off with Mr., and then the topic changed from ghosts to Mr. Zhuang Jiuxi, his beloved child.

After learning that Shen Yunqi was making a cocoon to trap himself in a fire, and that the children not only ignored him, but also ignored his little vest, Yuan Baixing immediately had an idea.

Master Yuan said sincerely: "I can't do anything about you fainting in the middle of the night, but I still have a way if you want to win back this friend's heart."

An exorcist of evil spirits, the scene becomes a master of love.

Shen Yunxi slept in it, in a coma as usual.

The master was about to take his mobile phone outside, and began to make up stories to deceive the children's trust and sympathy. The movements were quite smooth, not like an exorcist at all.

...like a love liar.

The next day, Shen Yunqi got up from the bed with back pain.

He stretched his muscles and bones, and was already used to the dull pain of waking up every day. He took a shower first, then walked out lazily in a bathrobe, took a cigarette from the coffee table, and bit it on his lips.

"gentlemen."

Secretary Zhao handed over the phone, and said with a blank expression: "After the hard work of Master Yuan last night, your trumpet has been rebuilt with Xiaozhuang now."

So fast?

Shen Yunqi raised his eyebrows, had a cigarette in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "How did he do it?"

Zhao Jin opened the chat record for him to read.

Three lines of words came down, and the terminal illness came into view, followed by the voice of "Sister No. [-]", which was soft, sad and pitiful.

In Zhuang Jiuxi's mind now, "Bang No. [-]" is not a ruthless female bully who spends money, but a modern version of the weak Lin Daiyu.

"..."

Shen Yunqi was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette, turned his head and asked Zhao Jin, "What the hell is this?"

Zhao Jin thought to himself, this thing is your current character design.