me and a ghost

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"OK."

The fresh and tender small wild vegetables that Yan Qingge washed were also picked up by Mingtong. The vegetables with wrinkled leaves that were tortured in her hands were extraordinarily clean and complete in Mingtong's hands. Look at Yan Qing Ge was extremely guilty.

Hand strength is naturally strong, no wonder she.

Ming Tong seemed to see her embarrassment, and glanced at her with seductive eyes.

A group of children outside the courtyard gate were still clamoring, bouncing around and yelling to come in, but inside the courtyard gate it was quiet.

Dinner was still made by Mingtong, the stewed chicken meat was extra soft and glutinous, and a pot of soft steamed buns was specially steamed, served with fresh and tender green vegetables, which made people feel full again.

"Look at you, I can't finish one meal, why don't I cook it for you next time."

In the bedroom, Mingtong rubbed Yan Qingge's stomach with his legs crossed, the hands felt hard, which showed how much Yan Qingge ate in one meal.

Yan Qingge hiccupped and stretched his limbs comfortably. Life is only good if you have enough to eat and drink and have a lovely wife warming the bed.

Just like that, after a full meal, Yan Qingge forgot to discuss with Ming Tong, and gradually fell asleep.

Mingtong still rubbed her stomach with a soft expression, as if she was three months pregnant, she really wanted to laugh.

The night is getting darker.

Yan Zhong did not know when he appeared in the room, he was still sitting in the wheelchair, twisting the Buddhist beads in his hand, just quietly watching Ming Tong's movements.

Finally, after Mingtong withdrew his hand, the wheelchair adjusted its direction and went out the door. Behind him, Mingtong put on his shoes and followed quietly.

"Didn't you say you'd never come back?"

In the courtyard, the two of them stopped one after the other as if they were in daylight.

"How can you take it seriously if you just say it?"

Mingtong sneered, looking at the moon hanging high above the angel.

It is difficult to see the sun in this mountain during the day, but the moon seems to be hanging above the head at night.

"It's so quiet here. I haven't been back for a long time. I have to say I miss it."

Mingtong sighed, but the eyes that looked clean during the day were extremely strange at this time, as if the black pupils were mixed with blood red.

"Then stay here, and you will be free again after a few more decades."

Yan Zhong laughed and looked up at the sky.

"Okay." The sweet voice was extraordinarily clear in the darkness, "I'm very happy."

"Then you two will get married."

"I am still your witness."

Whether it is the living or the dead, their existence is all for this place under their feet.

Perhaps when the world reopens, they will not have to start over again and again.