Sand sculpture cannon fodder attack in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Chu Ze raised his head, vowing to free himself from that muddy life.

As soon as he moved his body, he saw a long figure stretched by dim street lights at the entrance of the alley.

Facing everyone's eyes, Qi Yan walked over in a big way, holding a bunch of meat skewers in his hand.

Barbecue with iron sticks is rare these days, and it really is the taste of childhood.

Qi Yan walked over leisurely while eating.

Seeing the person coming, Qi Ying shrugged his shoulders, put his hands in his trouser pockets, stroked his hair, and said triumphantly, "Your little lover did it voluntarily."

"Tsk." Qi Yan looked at the oil stains on his hands, and was a little displeased: "The body can be healed with plaster, but this character can't be hardened even if it is poured with cement."

He walked up to Qi Ying, pulled the fat man beside him, and wiped his hands with the fat man's coat.

The fat man dared not speak out because Qi Ying didn't speak.

"Who do you think can't be tough?" Qi Ying raised his eyebrows.

"You want to take off your pants to prove it to me?" Qi Yan looked disgusted.

"Are you ready to be tough with me?" Qi Ying asked.

"So?" Qi Yan pulled open his neckline very calmly, as if it was not convenient enough, he took off his coat.

The others, including Qi Ying, were overwhelmed by Qi Yan's aura, and they looked at Qi Yan warily.

Qi Ying has never seen Qi Yan fight since he was a child. His second brother has always been taciturn and doesn't like to participate in fights.

But now it seems that it may be pretending.

Unable to figure out the details of Qi Yan for a while, Qi Ying also took off his coat and prepared to meet his second brother.

Suddenly he realized that he had difficulty moving and was still wearing a plaster cast, but before he could back up, his vision went dark.

As soon as he pulled off the clothes covering his head, he saw that Qi Yan had already dragged Chu Ze to the entrance of the alley.

"Don't be dazed, run quickly!" After throwing his clothes out, Qi Yan grabbed Chu Ze's wrist and ran forward without looking back.

Chu Ze, who was belatedly aware, finally came back to his senses. He looked up at Qi Yan, with an unknown emotion surging in his heart.

Just now, Qi Yan's elongated shadow should have been black, but he saw a light.

Dazzling, warm.

When Chu Ze came back to his senses, Qi Yan had already dragged him to the entrance of the alley.

The five people who reacted immediately chased after them.

Seeing that he was about to be caught, Chu Ze fiercely took out the scalpel.

"Quick!" Qi Yan threw Chu Ze out of the alley.

After all, Qi Ying has a shame, and dare not do such low-level things like fighting in front of a large number of people.

After all, Mr. Qi likes people with wrists, not street gangsters.

Chu Ze who was pushed out turned back again.

In desperation, Qi Yan divided the barbecue in his hand into two handfuls and held them in both hands.

Qi Ying, who was chased up by everyone, couldn't dodge in time, and watched helplessly as an iron stick was pierced into his body.

"Ahhh!" Qi Ying yelled loudly, took a step back and fell into the arms of the people behind him.

"Third Young Master!" The fat man hurriedly wanted to help Qi Ying up, but just as he turned around, an iron skewer with a barbecue iron plunged into his chrysanthemum.

The fat man was rolling all over the floor in pain, and the people behind were knocked and turned on their backs. The scene was once ridiculous.

While roaring like killing a pig, Qi Yan dragged Chu Ze to the street again with oil on the soles of his feet.

Qi Yan's car was parked by the side of the road, he quickly got into the car with Chu Ze, and drove all the way.

God knows how scared he was just now.

In his previous life, he had been a good student and monitor since he was a child.

There's never been a fight like this.

The car drove a hundred and eight miles, and the wind brought it made my ears hurt.

After driving out of the bridge hole ahead, Qi Yan slowed down.

After taking a few deep breaths, more than ten minutes passed, and Qi Yan's heart was still pounding.

"Drink some water?" Chu Ze saw if there was any unsealed mineral water in the car, he opened it and handed it to Qi Yan.

"Thank you." Qi Yan still had that paralyzed face, not revealing the unease in his heart at all.

But Chu Ze still saw from Qi Yan's eyes, the panic that didn't belong to this aloof man.

He... is afraid?

"The next time you encounter this kind of situation, you can find..." Qi Yan took a sip of water first, before he could say anything.

Hearing this, Chu Ze's heart skipped a beat, did he mean to ask him to find him?

Since he was a child, no one has treated him so well.

He was No.1 in school, but the teacher disliked his poor family and never gave him a good face.

Even his classmates didn't want to see him, and this situation became more serious after entering junior high school.

Textbooks were torn to pieces, blocked in the toilet and poured with cold water, these happened almost every now and then.

In high school, I was bullied and insulted more and more.

Until Sui Xiangsong appeared in the third year of high school, this was the first ray of sunshine in his life.

Seems like winter is coming...

But it just seemed that what Sui Xiangsong wanted was not him, but his face similar to Shen Jirong's.

He didn't know it at first, and naively thought that Sui Xiangsong was the light in his darkest life.

Until one time, when Sui Xiangsong was drunk, he wanted to change the dirty clothes for Sui Xiangsong, but Sui Xiangsong grabbed his neck severely and slapped him across the face.

Sui Xiangsong scolded him as a slut, just a substitute and wanted to climb the bed.

So why is he turning back?

ridiculous!

So... What's different about Qi Yan in front of him?

Chu Ze couldn't help but want to prove: "I'm looking for you?"

At the beginning Sui Xiangsong also said it nicely, but in fact they only love Shen Jirong.

"Of course not." Qi Yan took a sip of water, looked at Chu Ze's face and said, "You have to call the police for this kind of thing."

Only junior high school students would make an appointment to fight in groups, okay?

Adults have to look like adults!

Immediately afterwards, Qi Yan said helplessly: "Didn't I just transfer you 5 yuan? You are still in the hospital in the morning and come to work part-time at night. Do you think of yourself as Superman? Or Batman?"

Chu Ze was stunned, he had never been told that by anyone before.

Is this caring?

"You don't want to marry Shen Yongyan because of Shen Jirong."

"The answer is not what you asked!" Qi Yan was already tired of this topic, so he could only say weakly again: "No."

"Why did you help me?" Chu Ze stared at Qi Yan like a wounded cub, full of vigilance.

"Okay, I want to keep you." Qi Yan didn't want to resist anymore.

"...Hmm." Chu Ze didn't know what he was thinking, and turned his head to look out the window.

Qi Yan was startled by the sudden silence, and quickly said to Chu Ze: "Don't think about it, I really didn't mean that."

"it is good."

Hearing Chu Ze's words, Qi Yan was inexplicable: "What's good?"

"You can take care of me." Chu Ze lowered his head.

"..." Qi Yan was speechless: "I'm a socialist young man with aspirations, so I won't do anything that violates public order and good customs."

Chu Ze raised his head slowly: "I will play Shen Jirong well."

"...How many times do you want me to say it?" Qi Yan felt a headache: "Didn't I tell you to love yourself first?"

"So you really don't want anything?" Chu Ze looked at a person so seriously for the first time.

"No." Qi Yan also looked into Chu Ze's eyes and replied.

Chu Ze wavered again, all he saw in Qi Yan's eyes was honesty.

Maybe... There are really people in the world who don't ask for anything in return?

"Okay, you can go home quickly." Qi Yan drove the car back to the rental house downstairs.

Get rid of Chu Ze's burden, and he will be able to eat well.

I ate a few skewers of the 100 yuan barbecue, and then all of them were scrapped. It hurts to think about it.

"Don't you also live here?" Chu Ze looked at Qi Yan.

"I just ate two buns this morning, and I have to eat too, ancestor." As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from Qi Yan's stomach.

Chu Ze was stunned, and said a little embarrassedly: "Then, do you want to come to my house and I will cook for you?"

He didn't expect Qi Yan to agree, because Qi Yan's whole body was filled with resistance to himself.

Hearing this, Qi Yan thought about it, now it will take half an hour to drive back, now only those who can stutter, he is thankful.

"also."

Unexpectedly, Qi Yan would agree, Chu Ze was overjoyed, he opened the car door, and jumped out like a rabbit: "I'll go upstairs to prepare first, and come up after you park the car."

Qi Yan felt that Chu Ze was talking nonsense, how could he go upstairs without stopping the car.

He still has this sense of public morality.

After parking the car, Qi Yan walked upstairs and smelled a burst of fragrance in the corridor.

Pushing open the door, the aroma of food wafted into the nostrils.

"You have prepared two dishes with such skill?" Qi Yan stared straight at him.

"The ingredients are all chopped, and the hot oil will be ready soon." While speaking, Chu Ze had already cooked the last soup.

Qi Yan glanced at the ingredients that hadn't had time to clean up.

The tenderloin was evenly cut into long strips, and I looked back at the refrigerator that I forgot to close.

In addition to pork, there are beef and mutton, and even frogs. The only thing in common is that these meats are all processed and stored meticulously.

Qi Yan felt a little strange, but couldn't tell where it was strange.

At the dinner table, Qi Yan picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin, not to mention it was delicious, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was fried by a hotel chef.

"This meat is really tender." Qi Yan praised, but suddenly changed the subject and said, "Why do you cut up the meat every time you have nothing to do, aren't you afraid it won't be fresh?"

He finally discovered the strange thing, ordinary people don't buy vegetables like this.

And the meat was sliced ​​really evenly, Chu Ze's knife skills are pretty good.

Speaking of knife skills, Qi Yan thought of the dead frog in Chu Ze's room that had been carefully sewn up after being dissected.

Suddenly, some bad pictures appeared in my mind.

"What kind of meat is this?" Qi Yan held a piece of sweet and sour pork on his chopsticks.

"Not pork..."

Hearing this, Qi Yan's heart tightened.

So... what kind of meat is that?Beef and mutton?

"What kind of meat can it be?" Chu Ze raised his head strangely.

"Oh." Qi Yan nodded, a little embarrassed.

Chu Ze in the book is obviously a little white flower, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him, but he actually associates Chu Ze with the pork buns made of human flesh.

"Then you usually practice dissection by yourself?" Qi Yan picked up a piece of green pepper shredded pork and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Yes." Chu Ze nodded, and said with a smile, "The texture of frogs is different from that of humans."

Seeing Chu Ze lower his head and smile slightly, his innocent eyes shone with excitement.

It's just... weird.

"Yes, what's the difference?" Qi Yan asked.

Chu Ze looked deeply at the shredded pork with green peppers in Qi Yan's bowl, and said slowly, "For example, the taste."

"Ah." Qi Yan's heart jumped again, why did he feel panicked: "You...can you tell?"

Especially when Chu Ze said such things with a harmless sheet of human and animal, how strange it is...

It is said in the book that Chu Ze's mother died of mental illness. Is this the disease? It is said that it will be inherited?

Qi Yan suddenly lost his appetite.

"Do you know the difference?" Chu Ze suddenly smiled, as bright as a spring flower.

Qi Yan only felt a chill run up his spine.

"Kang Dang—" With a sound, the balcony door was blown shut by the wind.

Qi Yan turned around and saw that Chu Ze was gone. He searched quickly and saw Chu Ze enter the kitchen.

Soon the sound of chopping bones sounded.

Every chop seems to be on Qi Yan's body.

Just... do you want to run away! ?

The author has something to say:

Qi Yan: Author, please come out and tell me clearly, is there something wrong with me, or is something wrong with Xiao Baihua?

Chu Ze: Today is pork bone soup, so what do you want to say?

Qi Yan quickly lowered his head: The soup is really delicious.

The author couldn't stand it anymore, and Fu E said: Well, take it easy, the wife will be gone by then.

Chu Ze smiled and said: The author has worked hard on coding, and I also made pig's trotter soup for you.

The author patted Qi Yan on the shoulder: Son, please do it yourself.