[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

After getting into the car, Zhitao's first reaction was to be cold.

He shivered instantly due to the cold, the black shadow on the soles of his feet wanted to keep him warm, but this place was out of its control, so he couldn't move freely, like a shadow fixed on the ground by light.

After Father Snowman noticed, he naturally unbuttoned his clothes with his right hand. His big bony hands moved the muscles of his shoulders, pulled his coat off, and put it on Zhitao.

Zhitao pulled the jacket subconsciously, and couldn't help turning her head to look at "Million" behind her. "Million" was very tall, looking down at him, her hands naturally hanging by her side, very close to Zhitao.

"Find a seat and sit down first."

Hearing the words "Millions", Zhitao realized that she was lost in looking at the other party, and she pulled her clothes tightly with her right hand, feeling ashamed and annoyed.

There were only two seats in the back row of the car. Father Snowman sat outside, and Zhitao sat inside. After they sat down, the scenery outside the window was constantly changing.

Looking at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, Zhitao couldn't help feeling drowsy. He closed his eyes and tilted his head, leaning his head against the window, and fell into a deep sleep.

Father Snowman embraced his head and put it on his shoulders. The hair of the childish peach was very soft, and it casually poked Father Snowman's neck, which made people feel itchy.

The small traveling bus stopped in place and did not move. As Zhitao's consciousness dissipated, the white balls floating outside also dispersed, and the outside of the window returned to its original appearance.

It is a bright street lamp standing at the foot of the mountain.

The pale-skinned and faceless people in the car gradually disappeared, and finally only the two of them were left in the car.

Father Snowman stretched out his long arms, holding Zhitao in his arms, staring at his sleeping face with black eyes, the priest slowly approached Zhitao's face, keeping an ambiguous distance from him.

But in the end Father Snowman just kissed his white forehead lightly, and called him tenderly: "My heart, my Persephone..."

He kissed Zhitao's forehead lightly again, and murmured: "...May your heart find eternal peace."

Zhitao's eyelashes fluttered, and he looked out of the window sleepily. His head was still leaning against the window, and he had a panoramic view of the scene outside. The moment he saw it clearly, he opened his eyes wide, as if a mantle had been stuffed into his mind. The Coca-Cola that I was thinking about immediately rolled over.

"We're here!" Zhitao happily jumped up from her seat, then turned her head to look at "Million", and repeated loudly again: "I'm home!"

"Million" sat on the spot and nodded to him with a smile, following his words: "Then let's go down quickly."

Zhitao ran towards the open car door, and Father Snowman followed him slowly.

It was still dark when they got in the car, but it was already daytime when they got off. Zhitao's house was an ordinary residential house, on the fifth floor, without an elevator.

Zhitao stepped on the stairs, happy as far as the naked eye could see, talking to "Million" with no space in her mouth:

"I came home as soon as I woke up. I didn't expect that I could sleep for so long. Maybe it's because I didn't sleep well in Shiliu Village."

"My mother is very nice, and the candied fruit is also very delicious. I'll ask her to make some for you to try."

"I don't know if Dad is at home. Our family used to sell vegetables. He likes to grow vegetables in his spare time. Maybe he is growing vegetables outside at this time."

Zhitao spoke very fast, her little face was blushing, she didn't calm down until she stood at the door of the room, she stood hesitantly in front of the door, only then did she realize that she was still holding the "Million" coat in her hand.

It's broad daylight now, and the temperature is very comfortable, so Zhitao took off the black coat and returned it to "Million", and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I just found out that you are still wearing your clothes, please return them, thank you."

After "Million" took over the coat, Zhitao faced the door of the house again, his heart started beating again, and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

He knocked on the door with trembling hands, with vague tears in his mouth: "...I'm back! Open the door!"

"Here we come—!" A bright voice came, followed by hurried footsteps.

The door opened with a click, and inside stood a simple middle-aged woman with a slightly bent back, black hair, and a red apron around her body.

The moment Zhitao saw her, there was a tearing pain in his chest, tears fell from his eyes in an instant, and he shouted in a choked voice: "...Mom, I'm back..."

"……I am back."

Zhitao's mother, surnamed Zhang, panicked when she saw Zhitao crying. She wiped her rough hands on the apron vigorously, and then stepped forward to wipe Zhitao's tears.

While wiping, she muttered: "How old are you still crying, don't cry, mom is here."

Zhitao was pulled into the house by Mama Zhang, and walked over crying, with Father Snowman following behind them.

Dad Zhang didn't go out to farm as usual, the sun was just right outside, he was lying on the rocking chair, listening to the radio in his hand, snoring loudly with his eyes closed.

Mama Zhang woke him up directly: "Old Zhang, you're awake! You're still asleep!"

"Peach is back!"

Zhang's father was unhappy when he was yelled at, and he muttered in his mouth. After his brain reacted to what Zhang's mother said, he sat up awkwardly, touched his pocket and flipped through his glasses and said, "Taotao is back?"

After putting on the glasses to see the person clearly, a big smile appeared on his face: "It's really back!"

But immediately he noticed Zhitao's strangeness, flipped up from the rocking chair, his beloved radio was casually placed on the chair, walked towards them quickly, and asked nervously, "What's the matter, son?"

"What wronged you?"

Zhang Ma also sat down next to Zhitao, held his hand and said, "Yes, tell us if you have been wronged, don't carry it alone."

"Your father and I are here."

Zhitao has been crying since she entered the door, almost crying her head out, and then hearing the words of her parents who loved her since she was a child, now she can't wait to cry her mind out.

He didn't know why he felt so uncomfortable in his heart. Regret, pain, and annoyance these complex emotions twisted into twists in his mind, making him unable to think.

Father Snowman looked at the harmonious scene in front of him, rubbed his fingers, but there was no joy in his eyes.

Zhitao was comforted for a long time before she stopped crying, and now she is resting with a soft yellow pillow, her eye circles are still red, with lovely pity.

Since Zhitao's parents knew that he hadn't eaten, they went into the kitchen and got busy. The sound of the kitchen range hood was turned on very loudly, and it was a familiar routine for him.

Father Snowman sat next to him, looking at him tenderly with his head tilted. After Zhitao noticed his gaze, he turned his head to the other side, leaving only a red ear.

His slender fingers were tugging uncomfortably, and he suddenly felt that the way he was crying just now was particularly embarrassing.

Father Snowman could guess his mental activities, and thoughtfully did not continue to look at him. The priest relaxed his straight back, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa to rest.

When Zhitao turned to look at him, he was already asleep. Father Snowman's side face was clean and handsome, with well-defined eyelashes. Zhitao couldn't help but look at him curiously. It was the first time he saw such a handsome man. .

At this moment, Mama Zhang yelled in the kitchen, "Come on, Taotao, let's eat some sweet and sour fruit."

After she yelled, she brought out a plate of oily sugar fruits, with white sesame seeds sprinkled on top, each of them was qualified and plump, and looked very lucky.

Zhitao immediately stood over and said in a low voice: "Mom, keep your voice down, my friend is sleeping."

Zhang Ma handed him a pair of chopsticks, and then whispered: "Okay, but it's uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa, why don't you tell him to sleep indoors?"

When Zhitao heard what she said, she subconsciously looked at Father Snowman. The priest just woke up, and when he met Zhitao's eyes, he smiled at him.

"Everyone is awake." Zhitao lowered her head to avoid his gaze, and took the chopsticks from Mama Zhang, "I'll get him a candied fruit to taste."

Mama Zhang let out a sigh, and continued to work in the kitchen.

Zhitao accurately inserted a fruit with the black chopsticks, and then handed the chopsticks to "Million".

Father Snowman took the chopsticks. He didn't eat them, but just observed them with the chopsticks. The surface of the candied fruit was not evenly red, white sesame seeds were everywhere, and there were golden patterns on the black chopsticks.

There is a clear difference from the "crowd" in the car with pale skin and no face.

Father Snowman observed for a while before opening his mouth and biting down on the candied fruit. As soon as his teeth touched it, it turned into streamers of light and scattered, reorganizing into small white balls in the air.

Father Snowman knew this was going to happen, and looked up at the white ball, which was floating in the air, moving up and down, and finally disappearing slowly.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Zhitao looked at him expectantly, like a villain with stars in the eyes in cartoons, very cute.

"Yes, it's delicious." Father Snowman boasted earnestly: "Your mother's craftsmanship is really good, I feel like I can go out and set up a stall."

"Do you know such advanced vocabulary?" Zhitao asked him subconsciously when she heard the word "stall", and only after she finished asking did she feel that something was wrong.

Father Snowman looked at him with a smile without saying a word, his childish face turned red, and he began to regret his embarrassment again.

"Okay, it's ready!" Zhang Ma stood beside the dining table and shouted, "Come and eat!"

There was a lot of delicious food on the table. There were plates and plates of delicious food on the table, and the aroma wafted from the nostrils. Zhi Tao and the others ate, and Father Snowman ate the air, and the whole person was stunned.

Although he won't be hungry now, I have to say that the feeling of taking a mouthful of air is really subtle.

Father Snowman bit off a bright red and round lion's head, his mouth was radiant in an instant, and he took another sip of the delicious smooth broth, the white light in his mouth was dancing.

"What's wrong?" Zhitao noticed that Father Snowman hadn't touched his chopsticks for a long time, and asked cautiously, "Isn't it delicious?"

The tone was pitiful and a little lost.

Father Snowman fell silent, and picked up the chopsticks to eat the air again.

After eating, Zhitao remembered that "Million" should also go home, so she looked at him and asked, "Are you still going home?"

"No hurry." Father Snowman put down the paper to wipe his mouth. Although he was eating air, he still had a sense of ceremony: "I will leave after staying with you for three days."

"Okay!" Zhitao said happily, "Then I'll clean up the guest bedroom."

Their house has three bedrooms and one living room. There are two master bedrooms and one guest bedroom. Since no one lives in the guest bedroom for many years, the room is covered with dustproof cloths. The young Tao will tear them off two or three times, and finally clean them briefly. Tidy up the guest bedroom.

At night, Father Snowman sleeps in the guest bedroom, and Zhitao sleeps in his own bedroom. His bedroom is very stylish, the entire wall is black, with strange patterns painted on it with red fluorescent water, and even the bedside lamp They're all skulls.

Perhaps because of returning to a familiar environment, Zhitao fell asleep soon after laying on the bed. When he was sleeping in a daze, he heard a young voice calling him: "...Zhitao, wake up."

He opened his eyes sleepily, and instantly saw the boy standing by the bed. He didn't recognize this person, and subconsciously wanted to call for help.

The person in front of him seemed to have discovered his plan, and immediately covered his mouth. The cold hand covered his mouth tightly, and he could only make a vague sound.

The young boy in front of him looked back anxiously, his sharp eyes noticed that the darkness was expanding, like a black bear preparing to get angry, a small ghost was blocking the darkness, but it seemed that it couldn't resist for long.

He looked back and quickly explained: "I'm a millionaire. The person who came to Shiliu Village with you even took a picture of you. Don't you recognize me?"

"I still have my camera with me. You can look at it yourself. There are still many photos of you on it."

The author has something to say:

*Persephone: queen of the underworld.

A common theory is that Hades tricked her into eating pomegranates, so she had to stay in the underworld for four months.

In "Greek Mythology", pomegranate is a symbol of marriage and does not have the ability to make her stay, but her father Zeus promised her to Pluto, and Zeus decided that she would stay with her husband Hades for one third of the year.