Minors are not allowed to enter

Xie Ran watched Gan Qiuli walk into the corridor, his hands were like lightning, and he pulled Cheng Cheng back by the collar at the back of his neck: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Cheng didn't know what he did wrong and said cowardly: "Follow, follow and see..."

Xie Ran: "Follow your mother."

Cheng Cheng: "I'm talking to my mother..."

Xie Ran was choked by him, and carried him back, "Have you forgotten the last time you lost your mind when you went home so quickly?"

"...Yes."

Cheng Cheng was stunned for a moment, and soon became a little frustrated.

After all, he was still a student and hadn't suffered many setbacks. This kind of "can't" beyond the scope of his knowledge made him feel at a loss for a while.

"Why have you been following your mother these two days?" Xie Ran asked him on the way back.

"I don't know." Cheng Cheng frowned, and scratched his messy hair anxiously, "I don't have anything else to do, so I just follow...Brother Xie, do you know when I can go to reincarnation?"

"I heard that dead souls have their own reincarnation methods. If you can't go, you can also find a ghost clan to lead the way." Xie Ran paused at this point, "Ask me, why don't you ask Jing Xuan."

"Is Jing Xuan the name of that ghostly elder brother?" Cheng Cheng suddenly remembered, "Oh, by the way, what did elder brother do?"

"Chasing people."

"... Wasn't that car accident just an accident?" Cheng Cheng's mind was still working, and he quickly realized the problem.

Xie Ran glanced at him: "Don't you hate your mother?"

Cheng Cheng: "..."

He was speechless.Xie Ran looked at him with a half-smile and walked away quickly.

Cheng Cheng was stunned for a while before catching up.

Jing Xuan did not return, Xie Ran turned on the light after returning to the studio, and continued to paint the landscape painting.

The night before, Cheng Cheng came back with emotions. When he entered the door, he saw the easel but didn't look carefully at the contents of the paintings. It was the first time he opened his eyes to see Xie Ran's paintings.

Children who have been studying books for more than ten years do not understand aesthetics, but they can still tell whether the paintings look like or not, and Cheng Cheng said at that time: "Brother Xie, you are really good at drawing."

Xie Ran ignored him, and pointed to the signboard on the wall.

There is one at the entrance of the signboard, and another one in the living room. The strange thing is that this time Cheng Cheng followed Xie Ran's movement and looked up again, and what he saw was the words "Hongling Studio".

He rubbed his eyes: "...Didn't you come back to life last time, did I read it wrong?"

"No," Xie Ran dipped his brush in paint, and said in a low voice, "Blinding the eyes."

"...Okay, so advanced..."

"I have ordinary guests here." Xie Ran said, "If you saw a 'Resurrection Studio' on the way after school when you were alive, what would you think?"

"I think the boss is crazy..." Cheng Cheng suddenly realized, "No wonder you want to make a fake one—Brother Xie, can I ask... How does this 'resurrection' actually 'return'?"

Xie Ran's painting paused, and he glanced sideways at him.

The light shone through his jewel-like pupils, and Cheng Cheng suddenly saw an emerald-colored streamer from there.

—and soon disappeared.

He was shocked by the color and couldn't speak for a moment.

"Do you really want to draw?" Xie Ran's voice was lower than usual, sounding solemn and solemn.

Cheng Cheng swallowed subconsciously.

"I'm just...a little curious..."

"Row."

Xie Ran put down the brush.

He was painting an oil painting, and the strange aroma of turpentine wafted into Cheng Cheng's nostrils.

Pungent and refreshing.Not very nice.

Xie Ran looked over——

"Then I'll tell you."

……

It took him 10 minutes to explain to Cheng Cheng the dead man business of "Resurrection Studio".

Cheng Cheng didn't react after hearing this, he seemed to be dazzled by the operation of "the dead soul can die again", and it took a little time to digest.

Xie Ran ignored him and continued to perfect the landscape.

While drawing, a special existence broke into the range of perception.

"Are you back?" Xie Ran pulled his attention back from the painting, turned his head, and asked seriously, "How is it?"

"It was indeed instigated by someone." Jing Xuan's expression was not very good-looking, "But I didn't follow anyone."

Xie Ran: "?"

He was obviously expressionless, but Jing Xuan saw doubts in it.

So Jing Xuan explained: "He was talking to a woman, but there was someone behind that woman. They communicated through a strange little box, and I..."

Xie Ran was taken aback: "Mobile phone?"

"Is that a mobile phone?" Jing Xuan asked.

"..."

Xie Ran felt that he was choked twice today, he asked softly: "Don't you know what a mobile phone is?"

Sure enough, he saw the other party shaking his head.

This old ghost didn't know where he was wandering before, and he didn't even know his mobile phone.

Xie Ran pulled out a piece of blank drawing paper, drew a few strokes on it with paint, and drew the latest fruit machine: "It looks like this, it can be used by sticking it to the ear, right?"

"Correct."

On the matter of the new mobile phone, none of the two old antiques in the room, young Cheng Cheng, had a say, so he immediately jumped up: "As long as you can see the communication records, and then use the number to call the internal information of the communication company, you will know." Who is the owner, and then..."

Xie Ran gave him a "please" gesture.

There is one person and two ghosts in the room, the only living creature, Xie Ran, doesn't use a mobile phone, and he has never seen the gate of the communication company open.

Cheng Cheng was hit by reality again, and fell down on the table legs in frustration——

In the end, I couldn't control it well, and my whole body passed through the dining table and fell to the ground, which made me even more depressed.

He stayed silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I still want to go back and see my mother. Since that person didn't hit him, he might find another way to come back. I—"

"It seems that you really don't hate your mother anymore." Xie Ran said carelessly.

"...I don't hate her at all." Cheng Cheng opened his mouth and said dryly, "I just hate her."

Hate her belittling herself.

Hate her being in control.

Hate her shabby and wretched.

……

Hate the air she breathed.

The young people's love and hatred came and went quickly, extremely fast and extremely strong, Cheng Cheng came back to his senses, and he also felt that he was a little baffled.

When he didn't like her, he was angry when he saw everything about her; now that he suddenly let go, he would convince himself again. Could it be that he misunderstood Gan Qiuli and never sold Gan Qiuli for money?

After all, she's...not very good looking, right?

probably?

seeing is believing.

After guessing, Cheng Cheng was eager to know the answer.

It didn't change the fact that he was dead, but he wanted to know.

"Just kidding me, when you were picked up, was your resentment fake?" Xie Ran didn't take it seriously.

"I really don't... Forget it, I'll go see her—" Cheng Cheng jumped up suddenly, jumping three feet high, almost hitting his head on the ceiling.

"She's at home, you can't go." Xie Ran said coldly, paused, and added, "She also took over a housekeeper tonight... just asked for you."

Cheng Cheng was startled for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

At this time, he temporarily forgot all the nervousness and fear, and he rushed forward and hugged Xie Ran: "Brother Xie is so kind! Thank you, brother Xie! I didn't even hear it!"

You little kid can hear a ghost.

Xie Ran pushed him away in disgust: "Don't touch me!"

The hair on his back is going to be crooked!