After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Meng Ting picked up the small piece of paper that bothered him about his appearance and said, "I'll do it when the materials are delivered tomorrow."

Ni Yangzhou swallowed his anger and opened his eyes, asking Meng Ting to turn over the mattress.

Slender fingers lifted the cushion, revealing a small notebook with a pink bow drawn on it.

Meng Ting raised his eyebrows.

Ni Yangzhou was a little embarrassed: "This, this, this...the color suits me better."

"Macho men can also like pink, right?"

Meng Ting nodded, "No need to explain."

The little paper man covered his face and said, "I just took it. At first I didn't know it was the notebook Pan Dongxue gave me."

The boy finally put the notebook in his pocket with both hands.

Ni Yangzhou was overjoyed and hugged his clue book tightly.

It's late at night and there shouldn't be anyone coming.

Ni Yangzhou, who lived in the house, has passed away, and I believe that the rented house will be vacated and taken back soon.

Meng Ting carried Ni Yangzhou around the house to see if there was anything they wanted to take away.

The eyes on the small piece of paper moved around. Ni Yangzhou searched around, returned to the desk, and sighed:

"It's great that I don't have to do homework."

Meng Ting agreed: "I can't even breathe."

Ni Yangzhou looked up: "I think your mouth has really become poisonous."

In the past, when boys disagreed with something, they would just remain silent, but now when they hear something that doesn’t please them, they will prick me.

Meng Ting lowered his eyes again, like a puppy.

After Ni Yangzhou finished his counterattack, he looked down and saw the messy books on the desk.

Meng Ting: "If you want to read a book, you can read mine."

"Please," Ni Yangzhou said, "Why read books when you are dead?"

Meng Ting shut his mouth.

"This……"

"This isn't right."

The little paper man climbed out of the pocket and jumped onto the book.

“Someone else has been here.”

"The day before yesterday I was looking at the inventory of function words you summarized."

The little paper man pointed at the Chinese language workbook and said, "This is the end."

"But I just started watching the first one that day and I felt sleepy and fell asleep. I didn't even see the part where you finished taking notes."

Meng Ting frowned when he heard this.

"Blown by the wind?"

Ni Yangzhou took two steps and walked to the middle of the page: "No, the pen is still clamped here."

Ni Yangzhou affirmed: "Someone has been here."

Meng Ting observed the desk, then went to the window and checked it carefully again.

For fear of being discovered, the lights in the bedroom had not been turned on since He Hongmei left.

Relying only on the moonlight, Meng Ting looked over inch by inch and actually found some clues.

“There’s no soil here.”

The boy pointed to a small mark on the window and said:

"I held onto the window frame when I came in. I didn't step here."

Ni Yangzhou was still on the table, waving his arms for the other party to take him over.

Meng Ting held the paper man and saw it clearly.

"Someone came in through the open window and scraped the dust off."

"Who is the one?"

The two men's eyes met, and the image of the man in black appeared in their minds.

"That pervert."

Ni Yangzhou scratched his head and muttered:

"What is he looking for in my house? Doesn't he know I'm dead? Or is he looking for something just because I'm dead?"

Meng Ting looked at the brand new DV in the corner of the room. It had not been stolen by anyone, so it wasn't a thief.

"Confirming something."

Ni Yangzhou also thought this guess was possible and repeated:

"So what are you confirming?"

The little paper man looked up and looked towards the source of the sound.

Meng Ting's face glowed with a bright white light in the dark night, and even from this angle of death, he still looked good.

The boy pursed his lips: "I don't know."

"Alas." Ni Yangzhou sighed, "When I'm with someone who has brains, I don't want to use my brain anymore."

The two of them returned home under the cover of night and it was almost dawn when they got home. Meng Ting took a day off the next day.

The people from the paper clothing store delivered the materials.

I went to a fellow villager's house specifically to buy hemp poles, bamboo combs, paper paste, and paper pulp. The boss drove an electric tricycle and greeted me at the door.

Meng Ting went outside to settle the money and carried his things back to the yard.

Ni Yangzhou lay on the windowsill and looked out through the glass.

His chin was supported by his hands and his eyes were round.

Meng Ting found a paper box, opened one end, tore off the excess cardboard, looked around, and took out two soybeans.

Ni Yangzhou saw Meng Ting finally enter the house and asked excitedly, "You still need soybeans? What are they used for?"

Meng Ting took the people out of the room, put the box down, and Ni Yangzhou got in. The boy stuffed some cotton into the little paper man.

Ni Yangzhou did as he was told in a daze, and finally took the two soybeans given to him by the boy.

"What is this for? Food? A talisman?"

Meng Ting said: "Put it on your feet."

Ni Yangzhou put it away obediently: "And then?"

What other ceremony is required?

Meng Ting nodded, "So that you won't be blown away by the wind."

……

"Then find a rock and press me down here."

Ni Yangzhou looked around, up, down, left, right, and behind him. There were cardboard boxes blocking the wind. In front of him, cotton was blocking the wind outlet, and under his feet were two soybeans.

It looks like he has an IQ problem.

Meng Ting disagreed: "You keep wanting to see, but the stone is pressing down on you and you can't see."

"…Thank you so much."

Without further ado, the boys started making paper figures. They first set up the frame. The silver knife moved freely in Meng Ting's hand, and the hemp bamboo comb was easily bent into shape.

Ni Yangzhou was originally watching with great interest, but after a long time, his attention became distracted.

From the boy's hands, to his forearms with protruding wrist bones, to his strong and powerful arms, all were hidden under the pure white cloth.

Meng Ting sat on a low stool with a very focused look in his eyes.

Serious people are really good looking.

Excluding the context in which he was making his own paper figurine.

Ni Yangzhou closed his eyes as he watched, and when he woke up again, it was Meng Ting who woke him up.

"what?"

Ni Yangzhou rubbed his eyes and said incoherently:

“Ghosts also sleep and dream?”

When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to find himself looking down at Meng Ting's fair face.

"I...I'm alive?"

"No, no, no," because the angle changed, Ni Yangzhou thought he was back in his body, but when he looked carefully, he found that his palms and arms were translucent, and he could see the frame inside.

"Isn't this too flexible?"

Ni Yangzhou tried to move his hands and feet, as naturally as a real person.

Meng Ting stared at the surprised Ni Yangzhou, and the dormant emotions in his heart finally began to stir.

This is a Ni Yangzhou who can speak and move.

Not the body lying in a puddle on a rainy day, not breathing.

"Nuwa is alive!" Ni Yangzhou went back to the house happily to look in the mirror, rushed out with a small round mirror, and carefully looked at the face of his new body in the sunlight.

"Exactly the same!"

Meng Ting nodded, hid his bitten index finger, and felt relieved.

"Okay, Brother Meng!"

"No, Father Meng!" Ni Yangzhou said exaggeratedly: "Thank you for giving me a new life!"

“In ancient times, Taiyi Zhenren used lotus roots as his body to save Nezha. At the end, Meng Dad stabbed people with his skillful hands, so he let me use paper as a sustenance.

I will never forget your kindness. Today the weather is perfect. Let's..."

A hint of anticipation arose in Meng Ting's heart.

"Let's just consider ourselves father and son!"

……