Poor little in the Shura field

How was it discovered?

Where is it exposed?

Xue Yu's little pink face steamed in the bathroom, and now it turned pale, her heart was pounding, and she blinked instinctively.

In case this is a temptation, if he doesn't admit it, if he didn't hear it, then...

The laughter that made him panic suddenly came to his ears: "If you haven't been dull for so long, I can still believe that I am thinking too much."

Xue Yu raised her eyelashes quickly, looked at those deep black eyes like a bottomless abyss, swallowed with difficulty and dryly, and said in a small voice, "How did you find out?"

It looked so much like a rabbit that fell into a trap and was extremely annoyed, which caused a smile on Qi Chen's lips, and he looked at him with a half-smile: "I was at the kitchen door just now, and my shoulders shook in fright."

The body's instinctive reaction is hard to hide.

Seeing Xue Yu pursing his lips and his face pale, looking at him as if he was holding his breath, Qi Chen understood how Song Rongxun's false arrogance was broken, he hooked the corner of his lower lip again, and said softly: "Little widow, take you to a place."

Xue Yu was already stunned by this sudden accident, the system was still on standby at night, unable to communicate with him.

He could only follow behind Qi Chen.

It was also at this moment that he realized that there was a small attic in the ancient house.

The attic door was tightly closed, and there were scratches on the door that seemed to be scratched by the sharp claws of unknown creatures. Under the crack of the door, there were lumps of indistinguishable black. Xue Yu squinted her eyes slightly and stared intently.

...It seems to be the hair of something.

"boom--!!!"

A transparent box on the door suddenly printed a black mark, and the black mark slid down and rubbed against each other to make a harsh sound. Then, the black mark disappeared, and something like a skin was pasted on it. The face was tightly attached to the glass, and the eye sockets burst , the upper and lower lips separate, exposing exaggerated gums.

That eyeball was staring at Xue Yu with a stern expression.

"What do you think it is?"

Xue Yu was so frightened that her expression was a little dumbfounded, her beautiful eyes stopped blinking: "...what?"

When Xue Yu was guessing what kind of creature it was, he heard Qi Chen say, "It's a human being."

The man's voice was soft and tender, and he explained word by word: "Your father did a good thing, the fire was so big, how could one of them die."

Xue Yu understood his implication.

There was more than one victim in the deliberate arson that year.

So what's locked inside...are other victims?

How did it become like this.

Qi Chen seemed to be able to analyze the thoughts in his heart, and laughed lazily, as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him: "This man was just about the age of the college entrance examination, and the whole family counted on him to get ahead, but he was burned to death before he came out. The mother in the family passed away from grief, and the younger sister was seriously ill and no one took care of her, and she died after a few days."

"This person has too much resentment and cannot be reincarnated. The god stick is afraid that he will hurt others, so he is temporarily locked here."

Sweat appeared on Xue Yu's forehead, and her soft hair was sticky and sticky. After being stared at that inhuman face for a long while, her heart was terrified, and she couldn't help breathing lightly.

He has never seen such a scene, and the timid people dare not even watch horror movies.

"Guess what he's thinking right now?"

Qi Chen smiled, and asked himself with great interest: "He was thinking, the father's debt is paid by the son, and the culprit who caused him is dead, so he can't avenge him, why can't he find his relatives, who have the same blood as him, Everyone dies the same."

After speaking, he turned his head sideways, expecting that he would see the little widow's eyes wet with fright, and tears falling down like strings, but in fact, Xue Yu's expression was just a little blank, a little unable to react.

Qi Chen was silent for a moment: "Don't be afraid, I won't trouble you if you are wronged or owed something. Are you scared?"

Xue Yu glanced at him.

The same is true in the original text, when the original owner moved into the ancient house, Qi Chen did not attack him immediately, but after he caused troubles to Song Rongxun again and again, Qi Chen attacked him.

Xue Yu felt her mouth was a bit dry, so she licked it, stopped looking at that ghostly face, turned her head and asked, "You brought me here just to scare me?"

Qi Chen was stunned for a while, then smiled and said, "Well, I wanted to see if you would be frightened, but it seems not, it's a pity."

Xue Yu: "..."

He narrowed his eyes unhappily: "Boring."

Qi Chen still smiled: "I haven't asked you yet, how could you see me?"

Xue Yu lowered her beautiful eyes with a guilty conscience: "I don't know, I can see it suddenly. I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep."

Xue Yu really didn't want to stay in this gloomy place anymore, although he didn't commit murder and arson, he was quite scary.

Qi Chen was more talkative than he imagined, he let him go easily after saying that, and let him sleep well with a smile.

But Xue Yu didn't sleep very well, and had nightmares all night, and that face that was about to burst into pieces couldn't be shaken off in the dreams.

……

Once the first bad thing happened, the second one followed.

After Xue Yu was woken up on time by the chicken, just as she was about to make breakfast for herself, she discovered that the electricity in the old house was cut off.

He could only stay hungry in bed until noon, and told the system what happened last night, and the system only asked him to continue with the plot of Song Rongxun, and finally achieve Qi Chen's goal of killing him.

It's one or two o'clock, and the electricity still hasn't come.

Xue Yu was so hungry that she wanted to go to someone else's house to buy a meal.

The kitchen of the ancient house needs to be plugged in, which is not available in the homes of ordinary farmers. Every household uses a large stove, which can cook with only firewood.

Xue Yu first went to Song Rongxun's house and knocked on the door. When she knocked for the third time, she was told by the neighbor that Song Rongxun had gone to the town early in the morning to help his father look after the shop. He was busy at the moment and probably would not be back until evening. .

"……thanks."

After thanking her, Xue Yu went around the house and walked to the field behind.

It was afternoon, and Cheng Chi should be working in the field.

In fact, Xue Yu didn't want to find Cheng Chi, but besides Song Rongxun, he only knew Cheng Chi in this village.

The sun was scorching hot, and Xue Yu could see from afar in a fertile farmland, a thick man wearing a bamboo hat, with one foot deep and the other foot shallow, working in the field.

Cheng Chi was born tall and big, and he did better farm work than others. He had been weeding in the sun for a long time, and the cloth shirt on his body was soaked in sweat. shining.

Xue Yu narrowed her eyes slightly, stepped on the ridge of the field carefully, and walked towards Cheng Chi.

Cheng Chi was pulling weeds with his head down, when the remaining field of vision from the corner of his eyes suddenly squeezed into a pair of white legs, which were well-proportioned and firm, and there was no fat or trembling when he walked. Raised his head: "... Xue Yu."

Xue Yu hummed, lowered her blushing face, and said softly, "Weeding?"

Cheng Chi glanced at the dirt in the rough palm, worried that the little widow would dislike it, wiped it with a cloth next to it, and asked in a muffled voice: "Well, I'm afraid that weeds and crops will rob nutrients, so we have to get rid of it regularly... Did you come to see me?"

Asking a little unconfidently, Cheng Chi couldn't believe how the vain and arrogant city people would come to him, but other than that, he couldn't imagine that Xue Yu had walked through the fields that were considered dirty before, and had never talked to him before what is the reason.

Xue Yu's lips were so soft from the steam, she breathed out a mouthful of moist hot air, and said annoyedly: "There is a power outage at home, and I can't cook until now, I'm very hungry."

Cheng Chi stared at Xue Yu's mouth for a while, then abruptly moved his eyes away: "Normal, the power supply in the village is not stable, especially at the end of the month, there are often power outages."

Seeing that Xue Yu's expression was not very good, he thought he was very hungry, so he stopped his slow swallowing and said, "If you are very hungry, you can come to my house to eat first, and then go back when the call comes."

"What can I eat?"

"You can eat whatever you want."

Xue Yu's expression was calm: "You're so straightforward, you're still thinking about how to kiss me?"

Cheng Chi froze for a moment, helped the bamboo hat on his head, and touched his ears with a guilty conscience.

been seen through.

Was he acting so obvious?

Of course, Xue Yu just asked casually. He didn't think that conservative countrymen who regarded homosexuality as heresy would still covet his mouth. The words he said earlier were probably just a whim.

Or they were curious about the taste of kissing between men and men, and couldn't find anyone else to try it, so they set their sights on the only experienced person.

Get rejected and give up.

A hot sweat dripped on the slender neck, Xue Yu squinted her eyes, and wiped it off with her soft finger: "Go to your house for dinner, do you want a reward?"

The first sentence is still asking if he still wants to kiss him, and the latter sentence asks if he wants to be paid.

Cheng Chi's head exploded, and the widow's delicate voice almost melted him, with the beating of big rivers in his chest, he murmured: "...I want it."

Not wanting, but wanting.

It doesn't matter if you give it or not, as long as he wants it.

……remuneration.

Is it a kiss, or something else?

If Xue Yu could kiss him, whether it was on the mouth or on the cheek, he would—

"200 yuan, is it enough for a meal?"

The clumsy man who was still moving and staring at the two rosy lips was stunned for a while, the intense emotion that was too full was not satisfied, he was stunned, and said what was in his heart: "Isn't the reward a kiss?"

Xue Yu paused, no matter how big her heart was, she stumbled a bit at his blunt words: "...What are you thinking about?"

Cheng Chi's thick voice was a little low, like holding a basin in his mouth but there was no meat in it, lost and depressed, as if reliving the scene where he gave money in the bushes but couldn't get food a few days ago, he touched the tip of his nose: "You asked like that just now, I thought I could kiss you if I took you back to dinner."

Xue Yu: "..."

Or go back to eat fruit forget it.

Xue Yu turned around and was about to leave when Cheng Chi stopped her.

Cheng Chi wanted to grab his wrist, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw the rough calluses on his palm. Afraid of hurting the delicate little widow, he could only withdraw his hand: "I can only leave after clearing this row, you wait for me Okay? I'll be there soon, and I'll cook for you when I'm done."

Xue Yu glanced at the blazing sun, thought for a while, but was still succumbed to hunger: "Yes."

Cheng Chi took off the bamboo hat and put it on the sweaty little widow, and took off the rough coat he was wearing, spread it on the higher ground, and then turned his head and said, "Sit down first, I'll take it right away." It will be eliminated."

Xue Yu saw that he was sweating profusely, and his resolute face turned red hot, she frowned slightly: "...don't worry."

Having said that, Cheng Chi still worked faster than before.

Xue Yu stood for a few seconds, tired, and sat down at Cheng Chi's place.

The gown was very rough, and some places were patched. The skin and flesh of people in the city are delicate, and they felt uncomfortable when they touched it. I seldom have direct contact with Ma Gua.

After finally adjusting a non-aggressive posture, when he raised his eyes and saw something, he wanted to lose his temper again.

The sun was like a fire, and after a few ridges used to store water, there was a man with thick eyebrows and thick eyes holding a water tank in his hand, and he glanced this way very frequently, his ears blushing with embarrassment.

Obviously looking at Xue Yu.

Xueyu raised her eyelashes and put her hands on her knees. She was looked at openly by him a few times, a little annoyed, and said to Cheng Chi who was working honestly in the field: "Do people in your village like to stare at others like this? ?”

Hearing this, Cheng Chi straightened his bowed shoulder blades, and turned his head while clutching a few weeds. Maybe it was because he was thick and intimidating, but the man scratched the back of his head embarrassingly under his gaze and dared not look any further.

He changed the direction so that his broad shoulders covered the little widow, and then said sullenly: "...No, it's you who are beautiful."

He wasn't a hooligan who casually stared at others before.

It was because Xue Yu was so beautiful that he only looked at it.

Small in stature and fair in appearance, he thought he was the type who would be well-behaved and quiet and would be afraid of others speaking loudly, but turned out to have a bad temper and personality that didn't meet the standards of virtue, but he was very attractive to him.

The corners of Xue Yu's mouth twitched, she was not happy at all because of his compliment: "You think I'm a girl? Pretty is used to describe a man?"

Cheng Chi's face was sweating with tension, and he realized that he had said something wrong again, and he forgot to weed the weeds, and hesitantly said to the little widow sitting on his coat: "I didn't mean that, I didn't think you were a girl, I just thought you were a girl. It’s beautiful, I’m uneducated, so don’t be angry.”

"okay."

Seeing him standing there stupidly, Xue Yu frowned slightly, and urged: "Hurry up and do your work, I'm so hungry."

Cheng Chi nodded and listened to his words very much. He bowed his back and plunged into the field again. He finished weeding the grass in front of him. This time, the direction of weeding was just facing the little widow, so that he could see what the little widow was doing clearly. .

He pulled out the grass that grew in disorder, rolled his Adam's apple, and glanced at Xue Yu from time to time.

The little widow was really afraid of heat, even though he was wearing a bamboo hat, his body was still sweating non-stop, and the fragrant air was transpiring and floating from the soft and hot skin, and the sweat mist was floating out of the thin legs that were too white. A lot of it got on his gown.

Cheng Chi didn't dare to look any more, his head was drooping like lead, he pulled out the weeds three times, five times and five times, and carefully wiped the place where his hands were accidentally stained with dirt before coming up from the ground. The drowsy Xueyu said: "I'm fine."

"so slow."

Cheng Chi glanced at the gown, swallowed slowly, and his already dull voice became even lower: "I have to finish my work before I can leave, but I won't be here tomorrow, our family will take turns to come here."

Xue Yu cocked her eyes and was a little soft from the sun. She spoke to him in one ear and out in the other, and it took a long time before she uttered: "...Oh."

In fact, it didn't take long, but Xue Yu just felt that she was exposed to the sun. When she got up from the coat, her knees bent a little, and she had the tendency to fall.

Cheng Chi's eyes were all on the little widow, and before Xue Yu could do anything, his quick-eyed hand quickly grabbed her hand.

However, after Xue Yu stood firm, she quickly brushed away the palm with wide phalanges, and it only took a few seconds.

He twisted the gown that was all covered in mud, thinking about taking it to the laundry in the town for a wash on the weekend, twisted the rough gown with two fingers, walked a few steps forward, and found that Cheng Chi was still standing there. half an inch.

"What are you thinking, why don't you leave and wait to feed the mosquitoes?"

Only then did Cheng Chi come back to his senses, the protruding Adam's apple wrapped in flesh rolled, he filtered through the heat in the air, and looked at the soft hand of the little widow holding his rough coat.

It was just the first time.

This is the first time I met Xue Yu.

The little widow thought he was poor and rustic before, so he didn't want to touch him. This was the first real touch, even if it was just touching fingers, even if they separated within five seconds.

But it still made Cheng Chi's heart pound.

He found that his imagination was really poor, and he couldn't imagine how the little widow was raised before. He was so beautiful, and his husband must like him very much. He wanted to pick him up and put him in his mouth, for fear that he would be melted and troubled. .

The little widow basically didn't do any work, and was pampered. He probably even sat on a man's lap when he ate, being fed delicately.

That's why she was so delicate and her body was so soft.

It made him feel in a trance that he was touching a piece of soft and smooth tofu that had been soaked in water.

Cheng Chi's throat pressed down, and he couldn't help thinking, Xue Yu's physique, which would make her faint in the sun, and her thin and weak fingers, let alone a burden, might not even be able to wield a hoe. And that narrow waist, if there is a chance to make out with him...

It will be gut-piercing.

No.

He still needs to earn more money, buy some good ones for the little widow in the town, raise them, and grow some more meat.

That's how I got the strength to hold him down.

……

Cheng Chi's house is not better than Song Rongxun's, but it is still much better than those adobe houses, with walls made of rammed earth and eaves made of bricks and tiles.

In the scorching summer, the roof is a bit hazy due to the steam. Looking from the winding tile ridges, you can see the steep mountains and peaks in the distance.

Cheng Chi's house was clean, Xue Yu walked in and sat down at the dining table.

Cheng Chi's Adam's apple twitched, he spread his palms, and said vaguely to the sweaty little widow, "Give me that jacket."

Xue Yu twisted the rough gown, looked up at him: "It was dirty by you, I will take it to the town and wash it before returning it to you, don't you have any other clothes to wear?"

Cheng Chi insisted: "...no need to wash."

Xue Yu looked confused.

Don't need to wash it if it gets dirty?It's the first time I've seen such a nice guy.

Xue Yu couldn't do anything about the other party's request, so she handed back the rough coat to him, and sat quietly waiting for the meal.

Cheng Chi put the rough coat back in the room, went to the stove and lit a fire, Xue Yu didn't say what he wanted to eat, so he made a pot of noodle soup based on his own idea.

Think of the little widow's flat stomach, and think of his slender legs.

So young, how on earth can you make out with a man?

If it's as pictured in the album...

Really can't cry?

Cheng Chi wanted to make the petite little man fatter, at least to have the strength to kiss a man, so he purposely filled a large bowl.

That kind of bowl is used for arranging more dishes when countless guests come to the house during banquets or Chinese New Year.

The size of the mouth of the bowl is comparable to Xue Yu's face.

Xue Yu held the spoon, with a face of resistance: "Do you think I can finish it?"

Cheng Chi sat there like a mountain, his shoulders were broad, he was even bigger than Xue Yu when he was sitting, but he was bulky and docile, and he looked hardworking in front of the little widow. He lowered his head and slowly squeezed out a sentence Words: "I usually eat two bowls."

Xue Yu laughed angrily: "Are you comparing me with you?"

It really can't be compared.

The little widow had such a small belly, much smaller than his.

The clumsy and burly man thought for a while, and felt that Xue Yu really couldn't fit so many things, so he asked cautiously: "Then I'll pour back half a bowl for you? You can just keep the rest."

Xue Yu usually eats as much as he likes, and has no habit of wasting. He put down his spoon and nodded lightly: "Go back, I can't eat that much."

In a blink of an eye, there was only half of the previous bowl left in the bowl, Xue Yu was finally satisfied, and started to eat with her face buried.

The way he eats is very elegant, unlike the rude way of ordinary peasants who come back from work to eat and eat.

Cheng Chi couldn't look at other things at all, it was so cute, the little widow even ate differently from them.

Xue Yu's small face was numb, and the man opposite looked at his face for a while, his mouth for a while, and his hands for a while, as if he was looking at something strange, his eyes were a little restless, and he would be honest when he was scolded Pause for a few minutes, and then start to repeat the same trick a few minutes later.

In the end, I just let him watch.

No less meat anyway.

Cheng Chi saw that his face turned rosy after eating, touched the back of his neck, and said in a low voice: "I may be late in the afternoon, if you haven't called yet, just wait for me, it won't be too late."

After taking the last sip, Xue Yu asked casually, "Why did you come back late?"

Passing a piece of paper to the little widow with a slightly moist mouth, Cheng Chi stood up with a tall and strong body and began to clean up the mess on the dinner table. While picking up the bowl, he answered honestly: "The few jobs I found in the town are available this afternoon. My schedule."

"Are you very short of money? No matter how short you are, you still need to know how much you weigh. You don't have to worry about being overwhelmed by doing so much work."

Cheng Chi glanced at Xue Yu's long and curled eyelashes, held his breath and said, "I can handle it... After buying the air conditioner, I will quit one or two more."

As soon as the word "air conditioner" blurted out, Xue Yu pursed her lips a little, and looked at him greedily.

The little widow was really happy.

Cheng Chi couldn't help but wonder, after the air conditioner was installed, would Xue Yu come to his house more often?

At that time, the house will be filled with the smell of the little widow's fragrance.

Cheng Chiguang just thought about it, and his shoulders were so tight that he couldn't relax. He picked up the bowl and explained to him: "I'll wash the dishes first."

Xue Yu gave a soft "um" sound, a little sleepy, but she still had to wait for Cheng Chi to finish washing the dishes, and go with him to the old house to get 200 yuan for him.

By the time Cheng Chi finished washing, Xue Yu had already fallen asleep with her head against the wall. Last night she had a nightmare and didn't sleep well. She was woken up by a chicken again in the morning. Not long ago, she was exposed to the sun for a long time. Neither could wake him up.

Cheng Chi unconsciously lightened his steps.

The little widow was in a deep sleep, completely forgetting whose house he was in, his mouth was pursed lightly, his hair was softly pressed against his temples, his small face was fair, with two touches of red in his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered up and down, like a fragile statue porcelain man.

Cheng Chi stared at those two red and moist lips, and clearly felt his throat slide up and down.

want to kiss.

I really want to kiss.