Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

The assessment starts tomorrow, but Xiaowu can't sleep tonight.

She took a deep breath and stole a sidelong glance at the baby's crib on her right.

Jingzhi was sleeping in a crooked, spread-eagle position with one leg limply resting on the fence. A little of her fluffy white belly was even exposed, rising and falling slowly. She looked completely harmless.

Xiaowu moved his body and approached the baby's bed little by little. His slender index finger passed through the guardrail and gently hooked Jingzhi's little hand that was slightly bent beside her head.

Soft and warm.

Xiaowu lay on his stomach with his elbows on the bed, his face supported by his right hand, and he observed Jingzhi carefully.

This doesn't look like a head-twisting maniac. Why isn't she afraid of Ajuan? She is so brave.

My index finger suddenly felt slightly restrained.

Xiaowu's eyes narrowed, and his gaze slowly shifted from her face to her hands.

It turned out that Jing pinched her index finger subconsciously.

His heart suddenly softened, Xiaowu curved his eyebrows and smiled silently.

Halfway through laughing, his body suddenly stiffened.

Because the little kid who was pinching her fingers suddenly sat up.

Feeling that his head might be about to sail away tonight, Xiaowu almost held his breath and stared at the child's movements.

She leaned on the railing. Is she going to vomit?

No, she stepped out.

Xiaowu was so nervous that his calves were cramping. He was begging for help from everyone in his heart and even wanted to push the child back to Lin Ying's room across the street.

Just then, the child let go of her fingers, rubbed his eyes, shook, and almost fell off the fence.

Xiaowu's heart was in his throat. He wanted to go but didn't dare to. He was extremely conflicted.

Fortunately, although the child was staggering, he was very agile and got down to the ground smoothly. However, he put on his slippers the wrong way around and stumbled out the door.

Xiao Wu could vaguely hear her mumbling:

"Hmm... I should have known not to drink Xiaoying's tea. I'm dying of suffocation..."

Xiaowu breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

Then he suddenly jumped up from the bed, and before she came back, he quietly pulled Jingzhi's baby crib to the corridor.

After knocking three times quickly on the door of the room opposite, Xiaowu retreated to his own room, locked it, and lay down to sleep.

She clasped her hands together and said, "Xiaozhi, it's not that I don't love you, it's just that you're too scary. I haven't slept for half the night, and I still have to catch ghosts tomorrow."

……

The door to the next room opened.

Lin Ying had just adopted a daughter and was in a good mood, sleeping soundly. At this moment, she came out with messy hair and looked at the child with sleepy eyes.

"What a coincidence, you want to pee too?"

Looking at the locked door opposite, Lin Ying closed her eyes. She couldn't bear to tell Jingzhi that she was kicked out. Lin Ying patted her head and took her into her room. "You sleep in my room tonight. I'll go out to sleep."

"Ah?" Jingzhi blinked her sore eyes. "That fat guy smashed your broken plastic recliner. Where are you going to sleep?"

Lin Ying scratched the hair on the back of her head and turned around twice. She really couldn't think of a good solution, so she had to move her baby's bed into his room.

Jingzhi followed him into the room, locked the door, and waited for him to make the bed. She immediately climbed on it and lay down obediently.

Someone next to him was still standing there, looking uncomfortable.

She turned her face towards him and said, "You don't want to sleep? I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."

Lin Ying even suspected whether this was a conspiracy between her and Xiaowu.

Then he thought again, he was a poor guy, what could she get from him?

Thinking of this, he felt relieved, "Go to sleep."

"Little one."

"Hmm?" She couldn't open her eyes and responded vaguely, "What's up?"

"Nothing." He stretched out a finger and gently poked her cheek, "Good night."

“…zz…you are so naughty…zzzzz” she murmured.

Xiaowu kept her eyes open for half the night, and he stood at the head of her bed for half the night.

His eyes were red from staying up all night, and he didn't lie down on the bed until dawn.

I hadn't been lying down for two hours when the alarm rang.

“Drip… drip… drip… drip… drip…”

"Little...Little Dad, turn off the alarm clock~"

Jingzhi stuck her butt out, covered her head with a pillow, and felt extremely sleepy.

Lin Ying was also a little confused. There had been too many things going on in the past two days and he hadn't slept well.

My temples were swollen and my eyebrows felt tight.

Lin Ying sat up and turned off the alarm. After pinching her eyebrows, she began to rub her forehead again.

There was a rustling sound, and her eyelids, which seemed to have been glued shut with 502, finally opened.

"Little Dad, do you have a headache?"

Little dad?

What the hell is this name?

Knowing that health is the capital of revolution and now that she didn't have to pay rent, Lin Ying took the mobile phone on the table and called the property manager of the community.

"Hey, Lao Yang, I want to ask for leave."

"Well, I feel a little unwell, uh..."

He stood up, holding the phone between his face and shoulder. He reached out and flipped through the calendar on the table. After seeing what was on it, he replied, "Three days, okay? I can use my annual leave to cover it."

Jingzhi silently said "Wow".

Xiaoying is really stingy and poor in her life.

She really couldn't imagine that he would take three days off because of a headache.

Thinking of this, she became more worried.

Jingzhi sat up and waved to Lin Ying, "I'm a very good doctor. Come here quickly and I'll take your pulse."

"If you are sick, you should take a leave. Your health is the most important thing."

Lin Ying smiled, pulled a chair over, sat outside the baby's crib railing, and stretched out her hand to play the doctor game with her.

At least that's what he thought.

He didn't believe that a little brat could know the pulse-taking skills that old Chinese doctors knew.

When Jingzhi stood up, he was only a head taller than the fence.

She stretched out a few short, round fingers and pressed them gently on his pulse.

"Hmm... you have some stomach problems, your days and nights are reversed, and you have frequent headaches. You must be suffering from neurasthenia."

The more Jingzhi pressed on, the tighter his brows furrowed.

At the end, Lin Ying took the initiative to withdraw her hand, "I'm fine, I just need to get some more sleep."

Jingzhi gripped the railing tightly, eyes gleaming with worry as he said, "This job really isn't suitable for you anymore. You're forty now, not twenty. If you keep working the night shift like this, your body will eventually break down."

Lin Ying pretended to be relaxed and pinched her face:

"Dad still has to earn money for your tuition. He won't collapse. Don't be afraid."

She really didn't understand. "Can't you just focus on catching ghosts? Or maybe help people with feng shui?"

She pointed out the window and said, "The villa complex next door is full of big clients. Any order they make is worth a month's salary."

Lin Ying patiently explained to her, "Do you think I, a watchman in a residential complex, can get to know the people here? Everyone has their own social circle."

Jingzhi raised her hand silently. "No one lives in the building on the right now, so I won't mention it. The one on the left is occupied by the Zhang family, who sell cars. The one in the back is owned by the Li family, who sell cosmetics. The one behind the left is owned by the old lady from the Lin family. She gave me some candy when she passed by yesterday."

Lin Ying opened her mouth slightly, digesting the thought for a long time before finding her voice again. "Yeah, this house is yours, you must know it all."

She put her hands behind her back, and with great effort, hooked the short little fingers of her left and right hands together. She pretended to be an old lady walking around on the bed, saying:

"Not necessarily. I don't know anyone who's not old enough. The ones I know are all old men and women."

Over forty years have passed, and those young faces have grown old, while she has grown smaller. Life is so unpredictable.

Lin Ying coughed lightly, holding back her laughter and patting her pretended hunched back.

Jingzhi let go of her hand, clung to the railing, raised her head with all her strength, and looked at him strangely:

"Still laughing? Do you want me to introduce you to someone? You have profound Taoist skills. As long as you open up a corner of your upper-class connections, money will naturally roll in. Xiaoying, all you lack now is an opportunity."

"Don't call me Xiaoying, call me daddy." He wanted to put on a stern face and regain the serious image of a father, but when she was not strong, she was too considerate. Lin Ying put her hand on her head and rubbed it again and again, and even her brows, which had been slightly wrinkled for years, relaxed a little.

He joked, "Okay, let Xiaozhi help me introduce you. When I make money, I can buy you more fish."

His hair was a little messy, Jingzhi took out a small comb and a few small rubber bands and handed them to him unhappily, turned around and hugged his chubby arms, and said unhappily:

"Being a dad isn't easy. Help me tie my hair. Also, since you're on vacation, why don't we go to the market? You said you'd cook fish for me last night, and I want fresh fish."

"Haha, you're quite picky." He gently stroked her cute little hair, his heart softening. How could this cat be so cute? He really wanted to pinch her again.

She was quiet for a long time before she spoke again quietly, "It must have cost a lot of money to hire that man to play the ghost last night."

Lin Ying paused with his hand holding the comb, and he felt pained whenever he thought of this.

Five hundred yuan! That was three days' wages for him.

He tried to keep his tone normal, "Not much."

Jingzhi sighed deeply, like a little adult, holding a roll of money in his right hand and handed it over. "I know you have principles and don't take other people's money easily, but I also need to eat. Just consider it my food expenses."

Lin Ying's brows, which had finally relaxed, furrowed again, "I adopted you as my daughter, not for your money. Take it back."

She knew it.

Jingzhi turned her head slightly and wanted to say something to him, but Lin Ying grabbed her shoulders and turned her back. "I'll figure out the money myself. You don't have to worry about it."

Jingzhi took back the roll of money, picked at the rubber band tied on it, and pursed her lips slightly.

This money was earned by the little mute. Apart from necessities, she has never been willing to spend the little mute's money.

Now that I want to return it to him, he doesn't want it. Alas, why is a man's self-esteem so strong?

She was lost in thought while Lin Ying, with a tense expression on her face, carefully tied her hair behind her.

This was his first time doing this, and his hands were unfamiliar with it. He was afraid of hurting her, so he moved very gently.

Five minutes later, Lin Ying took her down from the bed, came to the bathroom mirror, and asked nervously:

“…Are you okay?”

Jingzhi looked at herself in the mirror, her mouth slightly open, unable to speak for a long time.

Lin Ying: “It doesn’t look good?”

Jingzhi tugged at the small ball on the left side of his head and asked, "Did you tie it according to the statue of the Third Prince on your altar?"

The hair is divided into two layers, the upper layer is divided into two halves, each rolled into a small bunch and placed on both sides of the head, while the lower layer is draped softly behind the body.

If this isn’t Nezha, then who else could it be?

Lin Ying's face was gloomy, and she smiled awkwardly at herself in the mirror, "I don't interact with many children."

"If you don't like it, I'll give it to you again—"

Lin Ying was stunned.

Because Jingzhi turned around, hugged his neck, and kissed him hard on the side of his cheek.

She is not a real child after all - this thought suddenly popped up in his mind.

Whether to push it away or accept it is a big question.

Lin Ying's mind was in a mess.

Jingzhi straightened up a little, stretched out his hands with a smile, and pinched Lin Ying's stiff face randomly, "Dad, Dad, I like it very much. This is the way children express their love. You are not allowed to refuse~"

Lin Ying: ...I am numb.