Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Jingzhi had replaced the door with a new Bagua mirror before, so no other ghosts could get in except Ajuan who was already in the house.

I don’t know how long the male ghost has been squatting at the door.

Lin Ying thought about it and waved to Ajuan.

The entire surface of Ajuan's shoes, including her stockings, looked black and carbonized, as if they had been burned by fire.

She floated over, holding her legs, "What's going on?"

"Turn around." Lin Ying said.

Ever since Ajuan knew that he was her ancestor, she obeyed everything Lin Ying said.

Just turn it when you say it.

In just a few seconds, Lin Ying drew a talisman in the air and slapped Ajuan on the back.

He took his hand back and said, "Okay, you don't need to hold an umbrella when you go out this time."

Ajuan touched her head with one hand and searched her body with the other, "Uncle, what did you do?"

Lin Ying: "I've cast a spell to avoid sunlight. You can go out even if the sun is shining." He walked into the kitchen with the fish and turned to say to her:

"As for your feet, just eat some incense and candles to nourish them. By the way, help me keep an eye on the second and fourth children in the backyard garden."

Ajuan: "Oh."

……

Ah Shi and Lao San were listlessly sweeping fallen leaves in the front yard, glancing towards the backyard from time to time.

Xiaowu came out with a shovel.

Seeing the two of them about to speak, she immediately raised her palm and said, "Hey, don't ask me to beg for mercy! I'm on Master's side, just sweep slowly."

The third child pouted and pointed at her shovel, "Are you going to dig for gold too?"

"No," Xiaowu raised his chin towards the house. "Master said the chrysanthemums in the backyard are about to rot. New flowers will arrive this afternoon, so he told me to shovel away the old ones and prepare early."

The third brother held the bamboo broom, sighed and shook his head, "Brother, we are those old flowers, Xiaozhi is the new flower, we have to make room for her."

Ah Shi lowered his head and focused on sweeping the floor.

The third brother turned his head and stretched out his big face, "Are you mute?"

"Go away and sweep your floor."

Ah Shi was in a bad mood.

The two small eyes under the lenses looked a little dull.

The third brother was so angry that he tickled him and slapped his butt. "What's the matter? It's not like Master won't pay you back. Are you really mad at him?"

Ah Shi: “No…”

The third brother had never seen his eldest brother look so deep.

He straightened up and straightened his face. "What happened?"

The entrance door was not closed. Ah Shi turned his head to look at the busy figure in the kitchen and bit his lip. "Third Brother, do you think that I, the eldest brother, am really useless?"

The third brother smiled and said, "It's not bad. Didn't he take us to see three movies yesterday? They were all free."

Ah Shi frowned, "That's not what I'm talking about."

The third brother's smile froze on his face. "...What is that?"

Ah Shi stopped the broom in his hand and held it under his armpit.

She counted on her fingers and said to him, "In terms of courage, I can't compare to the youngest Xiaowu. In terms of Taoism, I can't compare to the three of you. In terms of skills, I can't compare to anyone."

He raised his head, looked directly into the eyes of the third brother, and asked word by word: "Do you think I'm a loser?"

He was rarely so serious, and the third child was not used to it.

He smiled and patted A Shi's shoulder, and kept laughing to divert his attention. A Shi cried out and raised his hand to gently push him away.

"It's time for the two of us to change."

Ah Shi's eyes dimmed slightly. "I was standing behind Master last night when he was fighting the foreigners. Even though it was so dark, I still saw his white hair."

He squeezed the broom handle tightly. "Xiaozhi was right this morning. Master was sick and staying at home yesterday, and we went out to play. I..."

"Do you feel guilty?" asked the third brother.

Ah Shi nodded seriously, "I'm broke anyway, so even for the sake of face, I don't want to gamble anymore."

He persuaded the third child: "It's you, you're only 20."

"Master told me that you are the most talented among all of us brothers, but he is worried about you because you have too many bad romantic relationships."

"Are you going to keep making him worry like this?"

After he said that, the third brother scratched the back of his head and felt a little embarrassed. "I know, I will change."

Ah Shi nodded with satisfaction. The brothers had been together for so long, he could still tell whether the third brother was telling the truth or not.

"The reason I'm telling you this today is because I saw something in Master," said A Shi.

"what?"

"Responsibility." Ah Shi pointed towards the kitten watching TV in the living room. "He clearly still can't figure out how he feels about her, and they're not even together yet, but Master has already unknowingly taken on the responsibility of taking care of her."

"It was just like when I was a kid, he would scold me while cooking for me. He had a tough mouth but a soft heart."

"I'm a grown man, and it might be hypocritical to say I feel sorry for him, but at least I don't want him to be distracted and worry about me anymore."

Ah Shi looked at the third brother, "Do you understand?"

The third brother was simply amazed.

He patted Ten's right shoulder vigorously, "Brother, even though I always complain to Old Four that you're a child, this time you've really grown up!"

Ah Shi: "...Fuck you."

……

Lin Ying was concentrating on cooking the fish.

The quiet and restless little cat finally stopped.

She looked at Lin Ying, who was pursing her lips and frowning, concentrating on cooking the fish, and slowly raised the corners of her mouth.

After so long, she couldn't explain what she loved most about him.

After hearing what Ah Shi had said from the bottom of his heart, she thought that what she loved most was probably his sense of responsibility and his unmatched sense of security.

He is like a tranquilizer.

No matter how strong the storm is outside, no matter how many monsters and demons there are.

As long as he was around, she could always sleep peacefully.

The TV was still playing funny scenes, and the cat was no longer in front of the sofa.

The burning gaze was getting closer.

Lin Ying knocked the soup spoon and glanced at the kitten that jumped onto the table.

He stretched out his arm to block it, "Don't go over there, the gas is on, be careful not to get your hair burned."

Jingzhi squatted down, raised her head and looked at him quietly.

Suddenly teased him: "I want to be teased by you."

Lin Ying's expression froze, and she pushed her aside. "Go down. I just washed the fish here, it's wet."

Jingzhi took advantage of the situation and hugged his exposed forearm, which was bulging with blue veins. "I feel a little dirty, how about you help me wash it?"

Lin Ying pursed her lips and stared at her with wide eyes.

Why are you glaring at me? She's already teasing me like this, can't you just give me some reaction?

Lin Ying: Really not.

The hands placed at the sides of the body are slowly brought back to the waist and gradually clenched into fists.

Maybe it was five seconds, maybe it was five minutes.

The time he didn't respond felt like a year.

Jingzhi raised his hands and laughed dryly: "Goodbye!"

"Oh, it's time for me to drink milk."

He turned around and jumped off the table.

Lin Ying finally loosened his fist, and the nail mark on his palm was obvious.

But he didn't care. He opened the refrigerator, poured her a plate of milk, and brought it to the coffee table.

"It's a little cold, let it cool down before drinking."

Jingzhi looked at the dish of milk whose ripples were gradually calming down, and suddenly looked up.

Lin Ying immediately looked away, said the fish was going to be burnt, and turned back into the kitchen.

"Xiaoying, January 1th."

Lin Ying calculated with her fingers and realized that it was exactly half a month later.

He understood what she wanted to say.

Lin Ying remained silent, picked up the spatula, and gently flipped the fried fish twice.

"Xiaoying, I'll wait for you."

Lin Ying cleared his throat and tried to calm his tone:

"...Drink your milk."

Jingzhi pursed her lips, wishing she could overturn the milk basin in front of her with her paws.

She really got her comeuppance.

Who told her to leave Zhu Jiu alone for so long?