Gods and Ghosts Have Arranged Home Alone

Chapter 7 Exercise is important

"Dad? Dad?"

The little boy's voice was erratic, as if it came from the sky.

Ye Cheng opened his eyes, focused his gaze, and saw the face of the little boy who was close at hand.

"Dad, why are you asleep here?"

"Where is this?" Ye Cheng looked around, the small lanterns reflected the big lake in colorful colors, and some scenes in his memory flooded up. The little boy ran away, and the little boy followed him with a big bag of things, bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang, the voice is full of puzzlement: "why do you have to leave in such a hurry?"

"It's not running, it's running away!" Ye Cheng was sweating, "There are monsters in that lake!"

The little boy stopped him: "Monster? What monster?"

"That's it!" Ye Cheng turned his head and pointed, the shore was empty, only the foam lunch box was lying quietly in the plastic bag.

The little boy ran over and picked up the bag and looked through it: "Where's the lotus root?"

"It was eaten by a monster! It's so big! By the way, it has a tentacle!" Ye Cheng gestured.

little boy:"……"

Ye Cheng burst into tears: "Really... I didn't lie to you..."

The little boy threw the lunch box into the trash can and took Ye Cheng's hand: "Forget it after eating, let's go home."

The little boy withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers, the transparent mucus was wet and slippery, Ye Cheng also noticed it, he touched his body, well, it was moist, like a personal mask!

When I went home to take a shower, the mucus disappeared after being washed with hot water. It was very easy to wash. Ye Cheng touched his arm, and the sunken pit was still there. He didn't dare to look there. His back was touched by something chilly, and Ye Cheng screamed out in fright.

Turning his head, the kid was standing naked behind him, holding a pool of shower gel in his little hand.

"What are you doing?" Ye Cheng asked.

The little boy blinked: "Help you wash it."

"No need." Ye Cheng continued to wash his hair.

The little boy was not tall enough, so he had to wipe the shower gel on Ye Cheng's butt, and Ye Cheng shivered sensitively.

"Your hands are so cold!" Ye Cheng said.

The little boy ran out to drink hot water, and when he came back, his face was flushed. He spread the shower gel on Ye Cheng's buttocks, his little hands were warm, and Ye Cheng was very comfortable to be touched by him.

"Dad, you squat down."

Ye Cheng squatted down obediently, lowered his head, and let the little boy wash his hair for him.

The little ghost's little bird was close in front of him, Ye Cheng flicked it lightly, the little boy let out an ouch, and clutched the little bird tearfully.

"You can't even look at it?" Ye Cheng said.

"Look, but don't touch it!" The little boy moved his hand away and continued to wash Ye Cheng's hair.

"Little ghost, your body hasn't grown yet, so small, like spring rolls." Ye Cheng picked up the little bird, and the little boy twisted his buttocks to avoid the stinky hooligan's hand.

"How old are you?" Ye Cheng asked.

"Should be several hundred years old?"

Ye Cheng: "..."

Nima, the son is older than the father? !

Since the little ghost came to the house, Ye Cheng took it for granted that he was a child, but he told himself that he was hundreds of years old... Well, he is a Gumanthong, and it cannot be explained by common sense, so here comes the problem , How many masters has he served in these hundreds of years?

"You are the only one." The little boy saw what Ye Cheng was thinking at a glance, and took the initiative to explain, "You are the only father for me."

"Then what have you been doing for hundreds of years?" Ye Cheng was curious.

"sleep."

Ye Cheng: "..."

"I saw you as soon as I woke up." The little boy touched Ye Cheng's legs.

Ye Cheng blushed and blocked his hand: "I'll wash it myself!"

The little boy stared at the big bird.

"What are you looking at!" Ye Cheng turned around and flushed the water.

"I didn't touch it, so it's okay to look at it?" The little boy pouted, "You even touched mine."

After taking a bath, the little boy waited on Ye Cheng to apply the medicine.

The wound healed well, but the bruise was getting bigger and bigger. When Ye Cheng looked in the mirror, he found a scar under his neck.

Ye Cheng said, "There's no need to wrap the bandage."

The little boy said yes.

The two lay down, Ye Cheng thought about it, and asked, "Little devil, if I'm gone, where would you go?"

"Where are you going?"

Ye Cheng rested his hands on his pillow and looked at the ceiling: "Go to a place far, far away."

"Dad, don't think about it." The little boy said, "It's just bleeding under the skin."

Ye Cheng smiled wryly.

He knew that the kid was comforting him, but they all understood that this was not subcutaneous bleeding at all.

It's plaque.

The bluish-purple skin was necrotic, lost sensation and elasticity.

But Ye Cheng didn't feel uncomfortable at all, his whole body was itchy, except for the itching, he didn't feel any pain.

Mutations are silent.

Ye Cheng got up and turned on the light, sat in front of the computer and typed for a while, then turned off the computer, opened the drawer and rummaged through it.

"What are you looking for?" The little boy got up.

"Where's my notebook? Where did you keep it for me?"

"Here." The little boy found the notebook from the bottom compartment, Ye Cheng opened it, and wrote in a rustle.

The little boy was lying at the table watching him write.

Ye Cheng was keeping a diary, writing down all the way like a running account. When he wrote about his body changes, Ye Cheng found that he didn't know what to write.

After thinking about it, he wrote: The arm wound healed well, but the bruising area expanded, and a purplish spot appeared below the neck.

Ye Cheng also drew a schematic diagram, and the location of the purple spot was blacked out with a pen.

Closing the notebook and opening it again, Ye Cheng wrote a line: I found a monster by the lake, it licked me, and I fainted.

Ye Cheng crossed out the word "I'm dizzy".

"It didn't eat you?" The little boy was curious, "What kind? Draw one?"

Ye Cheng drew a fat dumpling, and then drew a tentacles on the dumpling head.

little boy:"……"

Ye Cheng: "Laughing fart! It looks like this!"

Ye Cheng closed his notebook and got into bed to sleep.

The little boy pushed him: "Dad, let's go to exercise tomorrow, I don't sleep well every day."

"What's wrong? This is called recuperation!"

The little boy reached into the bed and touched Ye Cheng's stomach: "The little belly is up."

Ye Cheng touched it, shit, it really is!

During the healing period, he ate and slept well, didn't have to do anything, and unknowingly gained a few pounds, Ye Cheng couldn't laugh or cry.

"Go for a run tomorrow morning." The little boy said, "The aunt next door runs every day!"

"Okay! Go for a run!" Ye Cheng secretly clenched his fists. He was about to die anyway, so it's better to train his body well and walk in a beautiful way!

Before dawn the next day, Ye Cheng was called up by the little boy, and with a chicken coop on his head, he ran down the street half asleep and half awake.

The aunt next door: "Hey, Dr. Ye, how about a run?"

Ye Cheng: "Morning."

The aunt next door: "Come on!"

Aunt easily overtook Ye Cheng and ran to the front.

The gray-haired old couple chased after Humming Little Apple, and ran in front of Ye Cheng in a blink of an eye.

Ye Cheng stopped and poked his hands on his knees, out of breath from exhaustion.

The little boy turned back and said, "Dad, can you do it?"

Ye Cheng waved his hand: "Tired."

Little boy: "Is it tiring to be only a few tens of meters?"

"Tens of meters?" Ye Cheng looked back, well, he admitted that he did not run very far.

The two continued to run, and the little boy looked back at him from time to time. After running for one kilometer, the little boy said, "Dad, run ahead."

"What?"

"If you can't run anymore, I can still push you to climb."

"Damn! Who's going to climb!" Ye Cheng accelerated to overtake the little boy, and fell far behind a few minutes later. The little boy ran all the way back.

"Father, I will hold you."

"Need not!"

"Okay." The little boy looked at him worriedly, but he bumped into someone's arms.

Chen Guoguo supported the little boy and said to Ye Cheng, "Oh, are you running? You are in good spirits!"

Ye Cheng gasped, waved his hands, and was speechless.

Chen Guoguo came to visit Ye Cheng, and brought gift boxes in large and small packages, gifts from doctors, nurses and patients, all kinds of them filled the corner of the wall.

The little boy put the tea in front of Chen Guo Guo, Chen Guo Guo smiled and touched him: "Good boy."

Ye Cheng softened into a lump of mud on the sofa after returning home, and the little boy picked up the cup to feed him water.

Chen Guoqi peeled the peanuts and asked, "Is your hand feeling better?"

"It's okay, it's healing well," said the little boy.

"Is the medicine enough?"

"Enough," said the little boy, "there's no need for bandages now."

"Take a good rest." Chen Guoqi said.

"Okay." The little boy replied.

Ye Cheng rolled his eyes, the little boy stopped talking, and moaned and massaged his thigh.

"Old Chen, look." Ye Cheng rolled up his sleeves, "Is this subcutaneous bleeding?"

Chen Guoguo sat down, picked up Ye Cheng's arm and looked at it: "Yes, of course it's subcutaneous bleeding. It's normal to have bruises that won't disperse."

"Is it normal to have a pit?" Ye Cheng asked.

"Pit? What kind of pit?" Chen Guoguo took a few more glances, "Your arm is missing a piece of flesh, it's just sunken. Don't worry, the wound is recovering well."

"No, it's a hole the size of a finger!" Ye Cheng didn't dare to look, turned his head and pointed at his arm.

Chen Guoqi: "..."

Ye Cheng: "Did you see it? Is this subcutaneous bleeding? It's simply skin necrosis!"

Chen Guoguo was at a loss: "Where is the hole?"

Ye Cheng: "?"

Ye Cheng looked at his arm, the blue-purple part was still blue-purple, but the small hole where his fingers pressed had disappeared!

"Look carefully." Ye Cheng raised a finger and said, "Look carefully!"

Chen Guoguo stared at Ye Cheng's finger with wide eyes, and retracted it.

"Did you see it?" Ye Cheng was very sad, "My skin is dead."

Chen Guoguo: ⊙_⊙? ? ?

Ye Cheng: ⊙_⊙? ? ?

"Huh? Strange?" Ye Cheng poked his arm again, "Where's the hole? Where's the hole?"

Ye Cheng pulled off his collar and pressed on the scar under his neck. The strange thing is, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make a hole.

"How could this happen..." Ye Cheng was very frustrated, "Obviously I can make a hole..."

Chen Guoqi: "..."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Chen Guoguo: "Okay, okay, don't be blind, I believe you are."

Ye Cheng: "Trust me! Your eyes betray you!"

Chen Guoguo took out a set of sealed syringes from his bag: "How about this, I'll draw your blood and take it back for testing, and I'll show you the report when it's out."

Ye Cheng: "OK."

Ye Cheng rummaged through the cabinet: "Where are the alcohol and cotton swabs?"

The little boy turned it out and handed it to him. Ye Cheng picked up his sleeve and sterilized himself. Chen Guoguo drew a tube of blood skillfully, pulled out the needle tube, and sealed the small test tube filled with blood.

Ye Cheng held a cotton swab and suggested, "It's almost noon, why don't you stay for a meal?"

"Okay, where to eat?" Chen Guoqi asked.

"Eat at home." Ye Cheng said.

Chen Guoguo was surprised: "Xiaoye, did you buy a pot?"

"I bought it." Ye Cheng pointed to the little boy, "He bought it, what do you want to eat?"

"But I never knew you could cook?!" Chen Guoguo was surprised, "Whatever, try your cooking skills."

"Okay." The little boy put on his apron and walked to the kitchen.

Chen Guoqi: "..."

The little boy spent more than 300 yuan to buy all kinds of kitchen supplies, including daily necessities, rice, oil and salt. He stood on a small bench with a spatula and skillfully stir-fried. Chen Guoguo walked into the kitchen and walked around. Clean and tidy.

Ye Cheng was lying on the sofa watching TV, but he didn't actually read a word. His mind was in a mess, and he couldn't figure out why the hole on his arm disappeared.

Chen Guoguo sat next to him and asked softly: "This kid is not bad, who is his mother?"

Ye Cheng: "I don't know."

Chen Guoqi: "..."

Ye Cheng recovered and waved his hands again and again: "Hey! It's not that I don't remember, it's that I really don't know! I'm still a virgin, really!"

Chen Guoguo looked at him with a look of awe-inspiring beasts: "Okay, I believe you."

"Your expression betrays you." Ye Cheng burst into tears.

The little boy fried a few home-cooked dishes and a pot of soup. Chen Guoguo ate it in amazement, and accused Ye Cheng, an incompetent father, for asking his son to serve him.

Ye Cheng didn't take it seriously, and picked the lean meat from the green vegetables to eat. The little boy picked up a bunch of vegetables for him and supervised Ye Cheng's eating.

"Who is whose father?" After eating, Chen Guoguo sighed as he heard the sound of washing dishes in the kitchen.

"Of course I'm his father." Ye Cheng said without changing his face.

Chen Guoguo had a meeting in the afternoon, so he got up to say goodbye. Not long after he left, Ye Cheng chased him out.

"Old Chen." Ye Cheng called him from the stairs, stepped forward, and asked softly, "Did the dean say anything?"

"No." Chen Guoqi said.

Ye Cheng slumped his shoulders, and the dean told him to go back and recover from his injuries, but he didn't say that he would come back to work after he recovered.Ye Cheng witnessed the truth of the incident, the dean meant to let him stay at home and not chew his tongue in the hospital.

Now Ye Cheng's injury is healed, but he doesn't know whether he should go back to heal.

Chen Guowei thought for a while and said, "I suggest you stay at home this month and don't go back."

"What?"

"There are people from the province who come to check, and the dean attaches great importance to it." Chen Guoguo patted him, "After those people leave, you can go back and report."

Ye Cheng lived very regularly these few days.

Take my son (the son takes him) to run in the morning, come back to watch the news and wait for dinner, rest at noon, and continue to wait for dinner in the evening (...).

When he was idle, Ye Cheng would poke his arm, and that small hole was like a dream, and it never appeared again.However, one day when taking a shower, Ye Cheng found that there was also a bluish-purple scar on the inner thigh, so Ye Cheng pressed his hands...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"What's wrong?!" The little boy rushed in and saw Ye Cheng whose face was flushed with excitement.

"Look!" Ye Cheng pointed at the inner thigh, "There is a hole!"

The little boy stared at Ye Cheng's big bird.

Ye Cheng covered the bird with a hot face: "What are you looking at! Look at the thigh!"

Ye Cheng spread his legs to show him.

There was a small pit in the blue-purple skin.

The little boy touched it and comforted him, "There is bleeding under the skin, don't think too much."

Ye Cheng: "..."

Ye Cheng wrapped a bath towel around his waist, went out to pick up his phone, and the screen went black.

"I'm not contacting the seller, I'm looking for Lao Chen." Ye Cheng explained.

The little boy reached into the towel and touched it.

Ye Cheng clamped his legs tightly: "Damn! Where are you touching?!"

"Dad, do you remember what kind of medicine was on your arm?" the little boy asked.

"Isn't it the medicine you gave me? I don't know!"

The little boy dug out a pile of medicines and said, "Open your legs."

Ye Cheng lay down on the sofa, opened his legs, and pressed the bath towel with his hands to protect the key parts.

"Dad, lift up the bath towel to block it!"

Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Is this okay?"

"Hands off."

"no!"

"Okay." The little boy stretched Ye Cheng's thigh and applied the medicine to him with a cotton swab.

The icy cold liquid touched the base of the thigh, tickling the heartstrings.

Ye Cheng looked at the ceiling, his chest rose and fell, his face flushed, and his breathing became heavier.

Da Niao Niao honestly propped up the towel for the small tent, Ye Cheng pressed it down, and it could only poke its head out from the side of the towel pitifully.

The little boy glanced at it.

"Aren't you alright?" Ye Cheng's voice was hoarse.

"I'll be fine soon." The little boy applied the medicine and touched Big Bird's head.

The big bird roared and spewed out a pool of white mucus.

Ye Cheng: "..."

The little boy was shot in the face, the liquid trickled down, he wiped it: "Ah, I was shocked."

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!" Ye Cheng covered his face and fled into the bathroom, how dissatisfied he was, he was able to ejaculate even after taking medicine, and even ejaculated his son's face!Ye Cheng was very annoyed by his unsatisfactory (honest) body, and when he cleaned up, the medicine on his thigh was washed away.

The little boy wiped his face clean and wanted to apply medicine to him, but Ye Cheng said, "No more."

Ye Cheng wrapped himself in a bath towel and got into bed, and rolled himself into a big spring roll.

The pit on the thigh didn't bounce back and remained sunken.

Ye Cheng really wanted to ask Chen Guoguo to take a look, but even if he came, what would be the use?

Ye Cheng thought wildly for a moment, and the little boy urged: "Have you thought about it?"

"I don't remember." Ye Cheng sighed.

Ever since the little boy started cooking, Ye Cheng asked to change the dishes every day. The little boy specially bought a few cookbooks, and made the dishes and meals for him, almost every day the same.

If you want to ask Ye Cheng which dishes he ate a few days ago, Ye Cheng really can't tell.

"Then let's do it all again." Ye Cheng said, "There is always a combination that can cure that pit."

Then Ye Cheng faced a table full of dishes and regretted it.

"Eat, I haven't eaten this dish yet." The little boy put the dish into his bowl.

All kinds of vegetables in the bowl piled up into a hill, and Ye Cheng felt his round stomach and yelled: "I'm full, I can't eat anymore!"

"Not much, just a little." The little boy said, "I only made half of each dish, how can I be full?"

Ye Cheng rolled his eyes: "Are you full if you eat one bite of each of the twenty dishes?"

Ye Cheng lay down on the sofa with his stomach outstretched, lazily watching TV.

The little boy cleared the dining table, sat on the sofa and massaged Ye Cheng's thighs, carefully avoiding the cyan area, he was afraid of pressing his finger prints.

Ye Cheng said: "Little ghost, why don't I resign and take you out to play?"

The little boy still said: "Where you go, I will go."

Ye Cheng touched him with a smile, picked up the phone, and wanted to explain to Chen Guoguo in advance, when he clicked on the interface, a call came.

"Ye Cheng! Where are you now?" Chen Guoguo's voice was urgent, and the surrounding was full of noise, mixed with crying.

"I'm at home." Ye Cheng said, "Are you in the hospital? Why are you so noisy?"

"Ye Cheng, hurry back to the hospital now!"

"Ah? Why?"

"A patient appointed you..." Before Chen Guoguo could finish speaking, the phone was snatched away, and a man's voice rang out.

The man stammered in broken Chinese: "Doctor Ye? Please come quickly, my wife is waiting for you! Help!"

"Who is your wife?" Ye Cheng sat up all of a sudden, he felt really baffled, why would he not be able to find a doctor, but must find him?

Ye Cheng's brain exploded when he heard the wife's name.

What did the man say, Ye Cheng didn't hear clearly, his mind was only filled with the name——

Hannah...

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