Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Lin Ying let go immediately after hearing her words.

"What nonsense."

There were only two of them in the car, and with the driver in the front concentrating on driving, Lin Ying straightened his back, not knowing who he was looking at.

"I just think you're a good person and I want to be friends with you."

She raised her eyebrows suspiciously, "Would you hold hands like this with other ordinary friends?"

"..."

He didn't answer. Jingzhi seemed to have noticed his little thoughts that he himself didn't even notice, and she put her hand into his palm with a smile.

"It's okay to be your little friend, let's hold hands."

He cleared his throat, his eyes wandering, and stretched out his big hand, trying to let her go.

Jingzhi went up and turned around to sit on his lap, with a malicious smile in her big eyes, "Little boy, you don't mind if you sit on my lap for a while, Xiaoying?"

"Hu, what are you doing? Get down now!"

His back was pressed tightly against the chair, and his legs were stretched as if they were two steel pipes.

He held the chair with both hands, then lifted it up, not knowing where to put it.

After Jingzhi sat in his arms, she stopped moving.

I put my arms around his neck, leaned on his shoulder, let out a long breath, and enjoyed this hard-earned peace.

"Aying..."

Thousands of words turned into a soft call as soft as smoke.

Lin Ying slowly closed her eyes, hiding all her emotions, and patted her back as if she was coaxing a child, pretending to be relaxed.

He didn't say anything, and the two of them were very close.

But she could feel that he had created a distance in her heart.

Looking at the scenery passing by outside the window, Jingzhi suddenly felt that he was naive.

The image of her as a child was still too deep in his mind.

How to break the deadlock is a big problem.

This embrace was hard-earned and was entirely hers.

It was so warm that Jing unconsciously rubbed her cheek against his shoulder.

Noticing that he trembled, Jingzhi froze her cervical vertebrae, stopped moving silently, and lost the desire to tease him anymore.

She pursed her lips and climbed back to her seat.

Lin Ying's arms felt empty, and the cold wind blew in from the window, cooling his embrace.

He clenched his hands on his knees, turned his face to the other side, and looked out the window quietly.

The hands placed on their knees swayed with the swaying of the car body, and occasionally slipped off the knees. The big hand and the small hand were only touching each other with their little fingers, but they both moved away silently at the same time.

Lin Ying pressed her knees tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white.

Jingzhi glanced at him twice and then looked away.

He has always been a cuckold, and she is used to it.

Except that Zhu Jiu was rich and free, he had no worries and took the initiative to flirt.

In other lives, I was a turtle.

She didn't know whether he had ever really been attracted to her as an adult.

First and foremost, she has to grow up.

This cannot go on.

……

The bus passed through the downtown area and went further and further away.

In the end, there were almost no people on the road.

The temperature in the suburbs was low, and the mist was blown everywhere by the wind caused by speeding cars.

A few unrenovated cement houses can be vaguely seen in the front right, with the light of flashlights flickering inside.

Lin Ying stopped the driver and subconsciously reached out her hand after getting out of the car. When he found that she was concentrating on jumping out of the car, he lowered the corners of his mouth slightly, clenched his fists behind his back, and followed her quietly.

Those buildings that looked like dilapidated houses had no water or electricity, and didn't even have doors or windows.

The dark windows and doorways looked like gaping ghost mouths, eerie and terrifying.

There were scattered bricks on the ground, and a high pile of sand and gravel on the left.

She wanted to go in, but Lin Ying hooked her collar with one finger.

"hold on."

She reached back with one hand, pinched his finger, gently moved it away and let go, "What are you waiting for?"

"It's so dark. Even if there are no ghosts, what if they fall from the building if they run around like that?"

"In addition to Taoist magic, I also taught them martial arts." Lin Ying put his hands behind his back, looked up at the flashlight in the corner of the roof, and said quietly: "If they can't protect themselves at this distance, they don't deserve to be my disciples."

Are you confident now?

"what ever."

Without her spiritual power, she felt very tired. She looked around and came to a large cobblestone next to the sand pile. She blew away the ashes and was about to sit down.

A scent of sandalwood hit me in the face.

His warm palms grasped her legs and he lifted her up with one hand.

"The ground is dirty, don't sit there."

Jingzhi was stunned: "Aying......"

He turned his face away and pointed behind her, "He's coming down."

She pursed her lips, leaned her head on his shoulder and didn't move.

It shrank back again, really.

The men behind him were howling and their footsteps were chaotic.

The "ghost" running in front screamed even louder than them because Xiaowu was chasing him and beating him.

"Uncle Ying! Uncle Ying, I don't want to play anymore!"

The "ghost" ran over, took off the evil ghost mask on his head, hid behind Lin Ying, his face covered in sweat, and looked at Xiaowu holding the sword vigilantly.

The third brother said "Oh~" and said afterward:

"It turned out to be a fake ghost. I was wondering why it had a shadow."

Ah Shi snorted, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and straightened his clothes. "I noticed it a long time ago."

The fourth one grumbled quietly, "Then why did you escape so quickly?"

"I was..."

The "ghost" didn't want to listen to their further arguments and stretched out his hand to Lin Ying, "Uncle Ying, we agreed on 300 yuan just to play the ghost. Your apprentice even hit me, so you should at least give me more."

Lin Ying closed her eyes, took out some of her salary, which was still warm, and slapped it into his hand, "Let's go."

"Okay! Call me next time if you have something good like this!"

He counted the money and left. Lin Ying touched his empty pocket and felt a pang of pain.

"No money?" Jingzhi whispered in his ear, "I have money."

What does she mean?

"Why don't you come with me..."

Before she could finish her words, Lin Ying immediately covered her mouth and walked out.

"Don't talk nonsense." He lowered his voice.

A palm covered most of her face, and when she blinked, Lin Ying could even feel her eyelashes fluttering.

His hand trembled, and he let her go again, pretending to be calm and saying, "The bus runs every fifteen minutes, it should be here soon."

As if he had discovered something incredible, Ah Shi leaned over and stared at Lin Ying, "Master, are you hot? Why are you blushing?"

Lin Ying: “…”

He stuffed the child into Xiaowu's arms and pretended to wipe the non-existent sweat from his forehead. "The child has a high temperature. He is quite hot."

Ah Shi stretched out his hand to Xiao Wu, "Give me a hug. My hands are cold from being frightened by that unfortunate thing."

"No." Xiao Wu smirked and hid to the side while holding Jingzhi. "Didn't you say you weren't afraid?"

"If it suddenly jumps out, even if it's not a ghost, it will still scare you!" Ah Shi argued with a strange reasoning.

The bus arrived on time.

Jingzhi was still held by Xiaowu, and Lin Ying finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This place is remote and there were not many people there at first.

When we arrived at the downtown area, many people got on one after another and the car was full.

An old lady got on the bus later and came over tremblingly. Jingzhi, who was sitting in the aisle at the back of the car, quickly climbed onto Xiaowu's legs and said, "Grandma, please sit down."

"Oh, this child is so good, thank you."

Lin Ying was sitting behind Xiao Wu.

Jingzhi felt much closer when Xiaowu held her than when he held her.

She sat on Xiaowu's legs with her legs apart, wrapped her arms around her neck tightly, and kept rubbing Xiaowu's neck to play with her.

"Stop it!" Lin Ying scolded in a low voice.

Xiaowu and Jingzhi looked back in surprise, and even A Shi tried to persuade them, saying that the child was still young and loved to play.

Lin Ying: Small? Small as hell! Xiaowu is not even a fraction of her age.

"What if you guys mess up the old lady?"

Is this really the case?

Jingzhi looked suspicious.

The old lady waved her hands and smiled kindly: "Haha, I'm fine. It's a good thing for children to be naughty. They just look smart."

Jingzhi lay down between the two seats, stuck out her tongue and made faces at Lin Ying, "Let's play."

If he wants to shrink, let him shrink, humph.

Lin Ying's face darkened, and she slowly crossed her arms, "When you get back, study hard for me."

Jingzhi knew that he was referring to cultivation, but what if he could become an adult again after cultivation?

She bet he wouldn't even look at her.

Jingzhi raised her eyebrows, her temper flared up, and she was determined to go against him.

"I won't learn."

The old lady was quite happy. "The child is so young. As a father, you should not force him. The child should play more."

"Puff! Puff puff puff!"

The disciples in the back seat burst out laughing.

The old lady was a little confused. What was so funny about this?

Xiao Wu suppressed his laughter and lifted Jingzhi up by her armpits, "Master, I will return your little girl to you."

Lin Ying crossed her legs and looked out the window, pretending it was none of her business.

Who is her father? He is still a virgin.

Jingzhi: "Dad! Why are you ignoring me?"

"Pfft hahahahaha!"

The third brother slapped A Shi's thigh hard, and A Shi pinched the fourth brother's waist hard. They were in pain and laughed uncontrollably.

Lin Ying, a person who was alone, couldn't stand this social death scene. He held his forehead to block his steaming face and glared at Jingzhi, "Stop playing around."

Jingzhi looked at the old lady next to her, frowned, and said with a look of grievance, "Look, grandma, he won't let me play~"