dog thief

Early on Saturday morning, "Shen Qingyan" went back to her original dormitory to look for her body.His dormitory was cleaned very clean by "Gong Chen", even the desktop was cleaned very neatly.

He held the chocolate in his arms and devoured it, and the kitten was flopping happily in his arms.He kept pinching Chocolate's face, opened his mouth to bite its face, and giggled loudly. "It's so cute, chocolate, you have to eat more, you know? That's how you get fat."

"Gong Chen" rolled his eyes at the man with a sneer, and said with disgust, "It's dirty! It licked my own ass."

"You know what, cats are the most clean animals. My chocolate doesn't lick. After it poops, do you wipe its ass?"

"Gong Chen" snorted coldly, ignored him, took the sanitary equipment in his schoolbag, and was about to set off for Yunjishan Temple.

Gong Chen asked again: "Is there any?"

"Have!"

After taking the bus from the school, you have to transfer to a sightseeing bus.Because both Zhaoyang and Zhang Yu would go home on weekends, "Shen Qingyan" could only reluctantly put the chocolate in the dormitory, and asked Ouyang Wujiu to take it out to play later.

"Gong Chen" bought a yurt-like bed cover, and covered his bed heavily, preventing chocolate from entering.During class, Chocolate wandered around in the dormitory, and was taken out to play by "Shen Qingyan" in the evening.

However, Chocolate still likes "Gong Chen" very much and remembers his smell, so Chocolate runs after "Gong Chen" every time.

While waiting for the bus, Liu Wenhang was also waiting at the bus stop. "Gong Chen" was really afraid of Liu Wenhang, so he put his hat on "Shen Qingyan" when he saw the opportunity, and said in a low voice, "Cover your face."

"What are you doing?" "Shen Qingyan" peeked at the person behind the body blocked by "Gong Chen" in puzzlement, and found that it was Liu Wenhang. He was also quite frightened and lowered his peaked cap.He didn't resent contact, but Liu Wenhang's mouth was rattling and talking like a machine gun, saying shy things that only girls would say.

He thinks that a steel macho must have the masculinity of a macho!

"Gong Chen" dragged him far away, wanting to wait for Liu Wenhang to get on the bus before waiting for the next bus.

"Brother Yan..." Liu Wenhang seemed to call out tentatively, and the two fleeing were stunned for a moment.

"Gong Chen" said softly, "Pretend you didn't hear it and keep walking."

Liu Wenhang stared at the two people who were leaving in bewilderment, thinking that he might be wrong.At this time, the bus just came, and he queued up with his schoolbag.

"Shen Qingyan" let out a cold sarcasm: "Is it telling you to laugh at people all the time and attract peach blossoms?"

Ever since he changed bodies with Shen Qingyan, he always received snacks from girls inexplicably, and girls helped him with things and talked to him.Sure enough, good-looking people are welcome no matter what.

"Gong Chen" rolled his eyes at him, "I'm just being polite!"

"Then why don't you smile at me? Look like I owe you money?"

"What do you think?"

According to Shen Qingyan's habit, he can only hold the handle of the bus with one hand, and it is absolutely impossible to sit down fearlessly like Gong Chen.Every time he takes the bus, he will definitely wash his equipment inside and out.When he got off the bus, he immediately took out the hand sanitizer and rubbed his hands repeatedly.

"My hands will be wrinkled by you sooner or later, why are you so afraid?" Said "Shen Qingyan" raised her white and slender pair, but wrinkled and said dryly: "Next time you wash your hands, try to save ten seconds Zhong. One less hand sanitizer, okay?"

"no!"

"You are suitable to live alone for the rest of your life."

After getting on the bus, "Gong Chen" frowned with disgust on his face, carefully opened his schoolbag, took out a large disposable paper pad from inside, and spread it on the bus seat, with the back of the schoolbag facing himself, carefully Sit down carefully.

"Shen Qingyan" laughed out loud and sighed helplessly.

"Don't laugh at me." In order to get back his body, he had convinced himself and made a lot of concessions.He felt very uncomfortable and anxious, and it was even more painful. He really couldn't overcome the psychological barrier.

"No wonder you carried such a big bag. It turned out that it was all prepared."

A motorcycle ahead suddenly crossed the road, and the driver braked immediately.The people in the whole car were shocked, but "Gong Chen" was not wearing a seat belt.Panicked, he propped up the seat in front of him with one hand, and subconsciously grabbed "Shen Qingyan"'s white arm with the other for some reason, and held it tightly.

The driver grinned and cursed, and uttered all kinds of obscenities, including eighteen generations of ancestors of the motorcycle man who was crossing the road.

"Shen Qingyan" shook off his hand, and said helplessly, "You put on your seat belt, is cleanliness or life important?"

"Gong Chen" took out an alcohol swab from his pocket in the next second, wiped his fingers, wiped the zipper of his schoolbag, took out hand sanitizer from his schoolbag, and scrubbed his hands again.

"Fuck, you are so ruthless that you even dislike your own body."

"Don't talk dirty!"

Get off the bus, dusty. "Gong Chen" immediately took out a paper towel, wrapped his hand and held the paper cushion. "You throw it for me, okay?"

"Shen Qingyan" resolutely refused and said, "No!"

"I don't want to be near the trash can." For a clean freak, passing a trash can is a polluted experience.He can only get close to three meters at most, no matter how close he is, he will really collapse.

He raised his eyebrows and said slyly: "Okay, then you can call Dad to listen."

"Help me!"

"Are you begging for help? Call your brother to listen..."

"..."

"Gong Chen" carried the paper cushion all the way, holding it far away, afraid that the autumn wind would blow and the paper would touch his body.There was another trash can in front of him. He couldn't take it anymore, stopped and shouted softly: "Brother, help me throw it away."

"Hey, didn't you just call me that earlier? Brother, I'll help you now." "Shen Qingyan" was inexplicably overjoyed, grabbed the paper towel and paper pad in his hand, crumpled them up, and ran to the trash can to throw them away.

"Shen Qingyan" was about to run over to talk to "Gong Chen", but "Gong Chen" sternly shouted: "Don't come here!"

"What?"

"You've been near the trash can, you have to keep your distance from me."

"whatthef**k? When you go back next time, why don't you sit next to me?"

"You first bask in the sun and let the wind blow."

"..."

Yunji Mountain is a famous mountain range in Jiangjing City, and Yunji Mountain Temple is a famous mountain range far and near.It is surrounded by clouds and mist all the year round, with overlapping mountains and greenery.The first abbot of the Buddhist temple was called Yunji, and it was later named Yunji Temple.Because of the visa-seeking experience, many people come here especially.

As soon as "Gong Chen" saw a faucet, he rushed to wash his hands for a full three minutes. "Shen Qingyan" watched him tidy up his appearance, it should have taken nearly 3 minutes.

"If you spend all your time studying, aren't you super good?"

"Gong Chen" said leisurely: "So you can go to Tsinghua University and Peking University if you spend your time studying?"

I rented a lottery holder at the lottery release place outside, and entered the magnificent Yunji Temple. "Shen Qingyan" knelt down in front of the Buddha excitedly, and sighed for help: "Buddha, I have always been willing to help others, diligent and conscientious, and never harmed others. Can you let me go? Let him exchange his soul with someone else?"

"..."

"Is it because he has done all kinds of bad things, and you want to punish him? But can you not hurt me? I am a good person? You send him to the west, and clean up for you. Anyway, he likes to clean so much, and he washes and scrubs every day. .”

"..."

"Please sign the top one, and tell me how to get my soul back!" "Shen Qingyan" shook the lottery container, and with a "click", the next lottery fell to the ground, and he cursed inwardly: "Fuck, look! The Buddha despised you, so he signed a lottery for me. If I had known earlier, I would ask you a lottery lottery."

"Shen Qingyan" burst out with thousands of foul words in his heart, he picked up the bamboo stick helplessly, walked to untie the stick with a cold snort.

"Gong Chen" stared at the golden statue of Buddha, he had never believed in any ghosts and gods, but what happened to him these days made him have to believe.He knelt down devoutly in front of the Buddha, shaking the stick and said to himself: "Is it really because I have done too many bad things?"

He didn't do anything, no one offended him, and he never thought of causing trouble.

He also drew a lottery, and after sighing, he turned around to look for "Shen Qingyan", only to see an old man staring at him with piercing eyes at the door.The bright eyes glanced at the old man and then turned to other places.

The moment he stepped out of the hall, the old man hit him hard on the arm with the remaining water in his half bottle.The old man was thin and tall, with glasses and thin white hair, staring at him sharply and fiercely.

"Gong Chen" eyes were full of indifference and coldness, and a layer of frost and snow fog condensed in front of him, ignoring him and continuing to move forward.

The old man gritted his teeth, grabbed the mineral water and hit "Gong Chen" again, and shouted sharply: "You stare at me like that? It's the other way around..."

"Gong Chen" stared at the old man in astonishment. Seeing the ferocious posture, he thought to himself: Could it be that he knew him?

"Shen Qingyan" on the other side was unraveling the lottery, and was dizzy by the master who unraveled the lottery, and asked: "Can you see anything else? I don't want marriage, I don't want studies, and I don't want wealth. Is there anything else? Like something wrong with me?"

The serious uncle wearing glasses judged the situation, looked at "Shen Qingyan" inquisitively, and hurriedly said indiscriminately, "Have you bumped into something evil?" Because usually those who don't ask for these things must have provoked unclean things on their bodies.But there's nothing unclean about it, it's just a psychological effect.

"How do you know? Master, what should I do?"

"Do something, kill that evil thing, and save yourself."

"Shen Qingyan" snorted coldly in disgust: "It can't be killed, it seems that you don't know, it's not allowed at all."

As soon as the uncle saw this fresh-faced boy, he looked like a student with a demeanor, and it would be over if he collected the money and released the sign, and there would be no trouble anyway.The uncle who solved the sign said, "How do you know if it's right if you don't try it?"

"Shen Qingyan" squinted coldly and was about to argue, when he saw an old man playing "Gong Chen", he was frightened and ran over in a hurry.He laughed, and shouted in a hurry: "Gong Chen, this is your grandpa, so handsome!"

"Gong Chen" stared wide-eyed, looking at "Shen Qingyan" in disbelief, and was severely beaten several times by Grandpa Gong Chen.

Gong Chen's grandfather Gong Yu looked at "Shen Qingyan" in bewilderment, put away the half bottle of mineral water in his hand, cleared his throat, and said sharply, "Are you Gong Chen's classmate? Have you seen me?"

"Shen Qingyan" smiled, "Yes, Gong Chen often mentioned it to me. Why did grandpa come here? Do you do volunteer work?"

Grandpa Gong Yu nodded, stretched out his hand to grab "Gong Chen" by the ear, and scolded: "You boy, who asked you to come here to ask for a lottery?"

"It hurts..." "Gong Chen"'s ears hurt so much that he stretched out his hand to grab Grandpa's hand, and shouted, "Let go, it hurts..."

"Shen Qingyan" hurriedly grabbed Grandpa's hand, and explained: "No, no, he didn't ask for a lottery, it was me, he was with me."

"Lie, I saw it at the door. You didn't call me when you saw me, but you glared at me and asked for a lottery... Who gave you the guts?"

"Gong Chen" pushed his grandfather's hand away vigorously, gasped in pain, and asked in confusion, "Why not? Religious belief is personal freedom. Didn't you come too..."

"Are you still quibbling with me? Watch me beat you..."

"Shen Qingyan" hurriedly blocked Grandpa's water bottle, and shouted: "Gong Chen, please stop talking and say sorry to your grandpa."

An aunt wearing a hat hurried over, sweating profusely, and said, "Old Director Gong, you are here. The garbage on Yunji Mountain has been cleaned up. We are going to take a group photo in the stream of Yunji Mountain."

"Director Zhang, don't keep calling me Director, I'm retired."

Gong Chen's grandfather, Gong Yu glanced at "Gong Chen" and snorted coldly, "I'll deal with you when I go back."