Minors are not allowed to enter

Cheng Cheng was actually very wronged.

Just imagine, when you are walking on the street, you are caught by someone for no reason, and the stranger forces you to eat a bowl of dishes that don’t look right to you. How painful would that be?

But having said that, it is impossible not to eat, this person is a ghost, with two pairs of eyes staring at him, although there is no threat in the eyes, it still makes him feel great pressure.

He reached out and grabbed the chopsticks.

The dead souls are nothingness in the human world, they cannot touch houses, trees, flowers and plants... they can't even touch the ground, they seem to be walking, but in fact they are all floating.

After a long time, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of loneliness "abandoned by the place where I used to live".

Loneliness can drive people crazy.

Cheng Cheng felt that he hadn't eaten for a long time, and the moment he grabbed the chopsticks in his hands, the touch surprised him for a moment.

A little strange, and a little indescribably moved.

He took a piece of coriander leaf and chewed it in his mouth.

First there is the smell of oil and vegetables, and then a strange bitter taste diffuses in the mouth. The boy who has just grown up has not had time to let his mind become a "mature" "adult" together, and his emotions are all written on his face. He just chewed With two swipes, the brows and eyes have been squeezed into a ball with the nose, and the whole face is full of "disgust".

"What is this, so unpalatable?" Different from the voice, Jing Xuan looked a little eager to try.

"Cheng Cheng, have you ever eaten this?" Xie Ran's eyes still fell on Cheng Cheng's face.

He shook his head.

"This is a lettuce leaf. The owner of the lettuce seller said that no one wants it, so I gave it to me." Xie Ran's tone is always cold, which makes his words have a strange sense of statement, making people unconsciously convinced by him , "The boss said, your mother often asks for these leaves because they are cheap. But in order to apologize to me in the morning, she specially brought chili oil and glutinous rice cakes. These things are worth a few catties of lettuce."

Cheng Cheng swallowed the food.

Xie Ran looked at him calmly: "Your mother is very polite to me."

"Maybe it's because we have a bit of a similar body shape." Cheng Cheng said dryly, putting down his chopsticks, "She is polite to everyone, but her family is poor, so she usually doesn't give away such expensive things—chili oil is pretty good. It’s a waste of materials.” He was a little lost in thought, “I just...seemed to have a very long dream.”

Jing Xuan interjected, "Revenant souls don't dream."

"...Then what did I see?"

"Hallucinations, or someone's memories, it's all possible." Jing Xuan said, "It's not a dream anyway."

Cheng Cheng was startled: "Then it's possible that what I saw is true?"

Jing Xuan raised his eyebrows: "Who knows."

"..."

Cheng Cheng fell silent as if he had been hit hard.

"What did you see?" Xie Ran asked calmly.

"I saw... once my mother and I had a quarrel, she was crying secretly in the room, helping me to mend my clothes while crying." He looked dazed, "That day the physical education class organized a basketball game, and there were some very brutal people in the next class I almost got into a fight with them... I was finally stopped by the physical education teacher. But that day my clothes had several holes, and my mother couldn't hide it, so I told her To be honest, after listening to her, she neither comforted nor said that those people were wrong, but only told me to stop playing basketball. I was so angry that I gave her a few words. In fact, I would not have quarreled with her, but the day before I saw her..."

Having said that, Cheng Cheng raised his head and glanced at Xie Ran, the young man still had the same expression, as if nothing he heard would shock him.

It has to be said that Xie Ran's unchanging calm calmed the restless Cheng Cheng very well, and he was suddenly relieved - some things that he always thought were "family scandals" that "should not be publicized" may appear in the eyes of others. Nothing counts.

He continued: "My father and mother divorced when I was 13 years old. I always hoped that they could be together again. Who knew that within a year, my mother suddenly brought an uncle back... Although she has been Said it was just a friend, but I am not a three-year-old child! Can I not see that uncle is interested in my mother? But she said so, and I reluctantly believed it. Who knows, the night before playing basketball, I I was halfway through my homework, and wanted to go to the toilet, when I heard my mother send the uncle out, and the uncle wanted to give her money... It was past eleven o'clock in the evening..."

He bit his lower lip, suddenly a little unwilling, "My mother taught me since I was a child, 'You can be poor, but you have to be ambitious'. What happened? Didn't she betray herself!"

Xie Ran: "You suspect that your mother sold...?"

Before he finished speaking, Cheng Cheng's face was full of embarrassment and anger, his eyes were red, it seemed that if Xie Ran said one more word, he was about to shed tears.

Xie Ran pursed his lips and picked up his chopsticks: "This is your family's business, outsiders have no right to speak."

The noodles can’t be put down, and if you don’t eat any more, they will swell. Xie Ran stirred the bowl of noodles with chopsticks, put some chili oil in it, and said while eating with his eyes downcast: “You are full of resentment, I can’t let it go. You go out and run around, you live here first, if you can find a ghost clan who is willing to lead you to the ghost world, then follow and reincarnate."

"Can't you help me?"

"I'm not a Taoist priest, I only sell paintings." Xie Ran said coldly, "If you're willing to trade yourself for a day at the cost of losing your soul, then I can help you."

Cheng Cheng was stunned.

For a teenage boy, death is too far away, and the "flying soul" is too scary and too unreal.

"Tch," Jing Xuan sneered, "Don't listen to your uncle thanking you for being scary, what's the good of being a human being? Brat, why don't you follow me, and my brother will teach you how to be a ghost happily."

"……uncle?!"

Cheng Cheng looked at Xie Ran in shock—the young man in front of him clearly looked like he was at most 21, why was he 'uncle'?

How old is he? !

A cluster of small flames flew out of Xie Ran's hair and hit Jing Xuan's face directly. Xie Ran said coldly: "I'm an uncle? Are you a brother? You have a big face, senior."

Jing Xuan laughed three times, retracted into the ceiling to avoid the cluster of flames, and then came out again: "Brother, I'm just kidding, what is Xiao Quer really doing?"

Xie Ran didn't speak, another cluster of flames flew out——

Those blue flames were extremely terrifying in Cheng Cheng's eyes, he was so frightened that he took three steps back, his body that had just been condensed just now seemed to be weakening again.Here, "fairy fights", he, a kid, will suffer. Cheng Cheng said tremblingly, "Both brothers, can I go out first..."

Xie Ran hit a cluster of flames with his backhand, and the flames stuck to the center of Cheng Cheng's eyebrows under Cheng Cheng's frightened eyes.

"Bring this, don't go too far." Xie Ran said.

"Okay, okay." Cheng Cheng dared not listen, and floated out with the ball of fire.

As soon as he left, there were only two "old guys" left in the room.

Jing Xuan said "tsk": "Why are you so angry? Aren't you just kidding, anyway, your fire can't burn me, so you might as well save your energy."

Xie Ran stared at him without saying a word, and the small flames danced happily on the jet-black hair.

"Seriously, is that bowl of food really that bad?"

Xie Ran rolled his eyes at him, and stretched out the chopsticks in his hand towards the lettuce leaf: "How do I know, I didn't—"

Putting a mouthful of food into his mouth, Xie Ran's expression was blank for a moment, and then his brows frowned.

Judging by his appearance, he was probably struggling to swallow or spit it out.

Jing Xuan was thoughtful: "It seems really hard to eat."

"It's okay." Xie Ran swallowed reluctantly, "I don't like it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a blur in front of him, and Jing Xuan turned into a cloud of black mist again, passing over the bowl of lettuce leaves like the wind.

Then the bowl was empty again.

Xie Ran: "..."

The room was quiet for a few minutes, and it took a long time for Jingxuan to reappear, shaking his head and commenting: "The taste is light and bitter, with a slight fragrance, which is acceptable."

"..." Xie Ran's face turned pale.

After a while, he sighed softly: "If you really want to eat, just come down and eat well. Don't always steal other people's food like this. It's very rude."

"Ah, is that so? I don't know much about etiquette in the world."

The black mist drew an arc, landed on the ground, and gradually condensed into a tall human figure.

After the fog cleared, Jing Xuan smiled and said, "I'm coming down, can you let me try something else?"

He is tall and tall, wearing a shirt, trousers, and a long trench coat, and matching the pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looks like a young professor who just walked out of the university next door.

Xie Ran was taken aback by his special "human" attire.

Most of the ghosts don't like to mingle with humans, and even when they are in the human world, they are not very good at imitating human costumes.This old ghost of unknown age found another way and imitated human beings to ten percent.

If it weren't for the transparent body, it would really look like a human being.

Jing Xuan sat down at the table talking to himself, staring straight at the dishes on the table with a pair of long and narrow eyes.

There was also a bowl of cold shredded lettuce on the table, and a bowl of egg noodles with kidneys that Xie Ran ate half.

Xie Ran: "No."

"..." Jing Xuan was a little disappointed.

"If you really want to eat," Xie Ran pursed his lower lip and tilted his head, "Shall we make a deal?"

"Huh?" Jing Xuan glanced at him, "...you don't want me to follow that brat, do you?"

Xie Ran remained silent.

Jing Xuan: "You want me to be a ghost...to be a bodyguard for a kid who just died?!"

Xie Ran: "I'll buy you bean curd."

"..." Jing Xuan paused, "Give me a reason? What's so special about that kid that you need to maintain it like this?"

"There is no reason." Xie Ran lowered his eyes, put a piece of waist flower in his mouth and chewed, "Jing Xuan, do you have a mother?"

"...what do you say?"

The ghost clan is born from a place where yin energy gathers. It has no father or mother and walks alone.

Xie Ran closed his eyes, and vaguely saw some distant scenes from the dark curtain covered by his eyelids.

"But I have," he said.

Jing Xuan looked at him silently for a while, seeing the round lips from Xie Ran's plump forehead, wondering what he was thinking.

For a long time, he hooked a determined smile.

"Little Que'er, if you want me to do something, how can a bowl of bean curd be enough?"

"What do you want?" Xie Ran turned his head sideways.

Before he had time to react, he saw Jing Xuan's slender figure leaning towards him, his slender and pale hand was precisely wrapped in his transparent and cold palm, and he grabbed a piece from the tip of his chopsticks and fried it tenderly. waist flower.

The tip of the nose smelled a cold fragrance from the ghost world, and the touch of the skin touching the arms went straight to the top of the head——

Xie Ran slammed his chopsticks away, took a step back, and looked at him in shock.

The poor stool was kicked down because of his actions, and there was a "clang".

"At least one more piece of meat—"

Jing Xuan smiled, and the whole cloud of black mist was blown out like the wind.

"..."

Xie Ran was stunned for a while, then lifted up the chair and found a pair of clean chopsticks for himself.

That old ghost... smells too delicious.