What if the blind date is a hundred-year-old ghost?

"This is..." Guan Heng held the radish flower carefully, and touched the hard petals with his hands.

"I carved it just now, let's eat first." Jiang Jian served him a bowl of soup.

Guan Heng took out a piece of paper, put the flowers lightly on the paper towel, and then started to eat.

After eating and drinking soup, Guan Heng half leaned on the chair and rubbed his stomach, Jiang Jian cleaned up the dishes, and the warm wind opened the curtains, bringing a little stuffiness.

The phone rang suddenly, and Jiang Jian put the things in the sink before answering the phone. It was Father Jiang over there.

"Ah Jian, something happened to the Guan family." Father Jiang said in a deep voice.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Jian asked.

"Guan Yao died. After the police went to Guan's house, they found the bodies of Wang Xiuyun and Guan Wenlian in the backyard... Guan Rong seemed to be mentally abnormal and was sent to the hospital."

"How did Guan Yao die?" Jiang Jian closed the kitchen sliding door and leaned against the sink.

"I'm not too sure about this." Father Jiang sighed and asked hesitantly, "Is it Guan Heng..."

"No." Jiang Jian's tone was very firm, "If you do many unrighteous actions, you will die yourself."

After hanging up Jiang's father's phone, Jiang Jian turned to call his assistant, but another person's phone came first.

"Guan Jia is with you? If he has time in the afternoon, he can come to the police station."

"How did Guan Yao die?" Jiang Jian asked.

"This... You will know when you come with him this afternoon."

Jiang Jian put all the washed dishes in the disinfection cabinet, and wiped the sink carefully with a rag.

A pair of soft arms wrapped around her.

"Aren't you going to take a rest?" Jiang Jian turned on the button and began to wash the rag.

"I want to be with you." Guan Heng mumbled behind him.

"Little stalker." Jiang Jian chuckled.

The two stood with their chests against their backs. Jiang Jian wiped his hands and took Guan Heng to lie down on the sofa.

Guan Heng lay beside him and was playing with his fingers.

Jiang Jian thought about his words for a while, and when he was about to speak, Guan Heng spoke first, and he said softly, "I see, let's go together in the afternoon."

Jiang Jian ran her fingers through his soft black hair and slowly scratched his scalp, Guan Heng narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the two of them set off after an hour of sleep.

The police brother took them to meet with Bunny, who habitually touched the back of his head when he saw them, and then took them to a small room.

Cun Tou motioned them to sit down, Guan Heng held Jiang Jian still.

Cun Tou said helplessly: "I know this matter has nothing to do with you, I just wanted to tell you about the situation."

Jiang Jian asked Guan Heng to sit down and sat next to him.

"Ahem, it's like this..." Cun Tou licked his lips, took out a few photos from the drawer and pushed them in front of Guan Heng.

The postures of the people in the two photos were distorted, and one could tell from the degree of decay of the corpse that they had not been dead for a long time.

"This is... Wang Xiuyun and Guan Wenlian." Guan Heng said indifferently.

Cun Tou looked at him and raised his eyebrows: "Yes, we found out that they were killed by Guan Yao."

Guan Heng nodded and didn't say much.

"You don't seem surprised or sad at all." Cun Tou stared at him with interest.

"There's nothing to be sad about. Since you've searched the Guan family all over, you should know that they are raising ghosts, and you also know that I'm the next ghost they plan to raise." Guan Heng smiled, but quickly restrained his smile.

Cun Tou was aroused by his smile, and he immediately remembered the black wooden sign on the ground.

"Uh... so, we did find that thing, you already knew they were going to kill you?" Cun Tou asked.

Guan Heng nodded calmly, glanced at Jiang Jian beside him and said, "Yes, I found out by accident, so I always wanted to leave the Guan family as soon as possible."

"Guan Yao committed suicide." Guan Heng suddenly said when he left. "It's strange to die, it doesn't seem like a human can do it."

Guan Heng pulled Jiang Jian to keep walking, and his answer floated in the air: "It's not a human, it might be a ghost."

When leaving the police station, Jiang Jian let him get into the car first, then turned and left.

Guan Heng tilted his head against the car window and half-closed his eyes, admiring Jiang Jian coming from a distance. He suddenly remembered a poem that Jiang Jian read to him at night before sleeping with him in his arms:

My solitude, stretched on in the extreme light, turned into flames, with arms flying all over the sky as if about to be drowned by shipwreck.

I send a red signal over your vacant eyes, and your eyes ripple like an ocean near a lighthouse.

Jiang Jian got into the car and stuffed something into Guan Heng's hand, it was a cup of warm brown milk tea.

Guan Heng took it and smiled at Jiang Jian, as if soaked in honey.

The car was galloping on the road and stopped at a red light intersection. There was a hospital on the side of the road. Guan Heng turned his head and saw a woman with disheveled hair was kneeling on the ground and being pulled by a group of people in white clothes. The woman hugged her tightly. Stomach, what is roaring in the mouth.

Guan Heng took a sip of milk tea, chewing pearls in his mouth, and looked at the woman indifferently.

The woman hugged her belly and cried. She was dragged to the hospital like a marionette. While crying bitterly, she saw a pair of indifferent eyes.

When the green light came on, Jiang Jian stepped on the gas pedal and left the woman behind.

The afterglow of the setting sun and the breeze sprinkled in the car.

A gentle voice said: "Go home?"

Another voice replied with a little joy, "Yeah!"

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The next one, My Neighbor is kind of weird, or drowning.

Welcome to continue to take a look.

☆, the author Sui Sui Nian

I didn't think I could write novels before, until I read more and more novels, but I liked less and less.

It is a happy thing to write about the characters and plots I like. What I like most is that the love between two people is no less than anyone else, and each other is the only one for each other.

After I fell in love at first sight writing Department Grass and School Grass, I gave up the idea of ​​writing a second book because of my bias in my own judgment.

I thought that writing a novel would be easy, just like writing an [-]-character composition, and it would be solved in a hurry, but I was slapped by reality and my brain was stunned.

The number of words in the first book was less than [-], but it was gradually added later, just like I never thought that the second book could write more than [-] words.

The reason for writing the second book was a sudden whim. In addition, during that period of time, my life was relatively stable and I had free time. I felt smooth when I started writing, and then gradually increased the number of words. I forced myself to write more than [-] words every day. When I was very tired, I slowly slacked off, the word count began to drop, and the update gradually lost stability.

The biggest reason is that I don't have an outline.

When I think about where to write, I think about what to write today in my head every day. It is very painful when I can’t think of it, because this day is destined to be a dove. When I think of it, I will be very happy and write smoothly.

The psychological changes after I started writing also greatly affected my life. One day I wrote in my diary:

After writing the article, the more I care, the more embarrassing, jealousy, joy, low self-esteem, no matter what, follow

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Because I would be compared with others, I would be bruised by other people's words and brain holes from time to time. It took me almost a week to get out of this state.

Happiness is also the majority. I know that a little transparency like me must be writing on a single computer at the beginning. It is very distressing and exhausting to have no feedback. After all, generating love for love also needs more love to support it.

I am very lucky to have friends who comment on every chapter from the beginning of writing, such as Xianyu and Lu Bixing's little sweetheart, the two are really very loving, and it is really a great motivation for me. , Little Sweetheart was pulled over by me from another article...haha!Love you!

After every update, I can't control the comments, this feeling of joy being in the hands of others.

There are also tablemates with occasionally bubbling souls, Zibu and Mu Alue, who are also super cute, and I am super happy if they are willing to bubbly.

And the puppet, my first thunder throw was made by a puppet, I was shocked at the time, you wouldn't know how fast my heart was beating at that time haha.And then gave me so much support and hugs!Chirp!

There are many divers who have collected me!Than many hearts! ('ω')

The ending of this article is indeed a bit hasty, but the story is generally complete (I whisper)

I will definitely outline the next article before starting to write, and I must update it every day!

I don’t know whether to continue to fill in (my neighbor is a bit strange) or start writing (drowning), but both are sweet articles, because I like sweet love the most!

Thank you all for your support over the past few months!I really remember everyone!If you see something interesting in the column, please take a look!I will continue to work hard!

Life, must be optimistic!happy!Everyone talks about sweet love!

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