Gu Zheluo Jiutian

The uncle shook his head. Just now, Chu Zhe actually overlapped with the appearance he remembered thousands of years ago, but how could that be possible? Thousands of years ago, he jumped into the Nai River to endure the pain of being bitten by thousands of ghosts, and experienced another 300 years of cold At the end of the ice hell, he was forcibly poured into Mengpo soup and sent to reincarnation. The innocent boy who would pull his beard is long gone. Alas, good fortune tricks people.

"You, you still need to find the answer yourself, you will know one day." After finishing speaking, the uncle waved his hand and went to the book of life and death to read the signature.

"I'm looking for it myself? How can I look for it myself? I always feel that you guys are hiding something from me." Chu Zhe angrily blew his nose, it was still a bit cold at night by the river.

At this time, Han Sirin had already come up from the Yinyang River, he walked over and said something to the uncle, and then walked towards Chu Zhe, the uncle followed him, looking through the book of life and death with a puzzled face, and still muttering, "Why is there one missing, no, what happened..."

"What's the matter?" Chu Zhe tried to stand up, but a hand pressed his shoulder and forced him back. Han Sirin reached out and touched Chu Zhe's hair, and said with pity: "Is it cold, I should give it to you." He came out with a piece of clothing." Chu Zhe's hair was soft, sticking to the skin docilely, and it felt like a docile rabbit in his hand.

"It's not cold." Chu Zhe shook his head, and the old man standing beside him kept muttering, flipping through the book of life and death.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"There is one person missing. There should be 16 people killed by that woman, but there are only 15 people here." Han Sirin looked up, and there was already a glimmer of light in the sky, and the sound of birdsong echoed on the originally silent road.

"It's almost dawn, let's go first." He picked up Chu Zhe and walked a few steps forward before disappearing on the shore. Seeing that the person had already left, the uncle quickly put away the thing in his hand and walked on the road He ran up: "You bully me again, I can't teleport, mmp."

"The old man will definitely curse you if you are like this." Chu Zhe lowered his head and laughed, and waited until Han Sirin carried him to the bed and made him a pot of tea before the doorbell rang.When I opened the door, I saw the uncle's panting and unlovely look, which made Chu Zhe laugh so hard on the bed, the uncle rolled his eyes at Chu Zhe and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. up.

"Do ghosts want to drink water too?!"

The uncle sat down at the dining table leisurely, and said to him with a ruthless face: "Ghosts not only drink water but also eat! Eat human flesh!" The two beards under his nose were trembling when he blew on them.

"Don't listen to his nonsense," Han Sirin squeezed Chu Zhe's hand beside the bed, seeing the smile on Chu Zhe's face, he felt that his mood was not that bad.

"Although ghosts don't need to eat and drink, it is inevitable that some of their habits cannot be changed, so they let them go."

"Oh, that's how it is," Chu Zhe suddenly seemed to think of something, and said excitedly, "Master! Then let me cook for you!"

"What?" The uncle was obviously confused again by his overthinking, "You can cook!?"

"That is, it is necessary!" Chu Zhe felt a headache when he thought of the things his father stuffed into his refrigerator two days ago, and now he could take this opportunity to eliminate some of them. Chu Zhe glanced at Han Sirin who was sitting next to him, And do it for the people you love.

"Okay, come on!"

The uncle was so excited that he almost stood up. It had been a long time since he had a mouthful of hot food, and how long had no one cooked it for him. Thinking of this, he felt that he was about to cry out of excitement.

"No, your feet are still not healed." Han Sirin frowned, staring at Chu Zhe's still unconscious right leg.

"Hey, this is bitten by a blood tadpole." The uncle approached and looked at Chu Zhe's ankle carefully, "You are lucky to be bitten by only one, so you will only have a few days of strength. If there are more you I'm going to become a vegetable who can't live or die."

"Oh, it's okay, it's just that I don't have the strength for a few days, besides," Chu Zhe turned to look at Han Sirin, under his thick black eyebrows, his eyes were as happy as the soft moonlight: "I don't have the strength, it's because of you ."

Han Sirin felt as if he was surrounded by something, he couldn't breathe, and there seemed to be something struggling to come out of his heart, screaming.This feeling permeated his heart, he felt that the surrounding voices were getting far away, looking back at the past, there was only Chu Zhe's faint smile.

Seeing his elder brother's stunned expression, the uncle quickly turned his head and covered his mouth, his shoulders kept shaking up and down with his movements.

'Oh, I really didn't expect that Chu Zhe in this life will be more flirtatious than before, and his elder brother is a little bit overwhelmed. '

The uncle felt that he couldn't laugh. He felt that this matter was getting more and more interesting. He witnessed the fall of the seductive messenger with his own eyes thousands of years ago.Whether this is fate or fate, let him see in this life.

"Hey, but I heard from the old man that ghosts can't touch hot things, and they don't eat or eat just by looking at them?"

Chu Zhe suddenly felt a little distressed about his own dishes, and it was too much to eat just to look at them after they were ready.

"Whoever told you that ghosts can only be seen, then I would quit doing it a long time ago. What's the point of not being able to eat my ghosts!"

The uncle said with a look of education that forbids the spread of wrong ideas: "You really can only look at the offerings of the dead. They absorb the essence of food and cannot see the light, but they are just souls and cannot be called ghosts. Like Our classy ghosts look just like you except that our body temperature is a little lower and our skin is whiter, we love to eat and drink."

"Ah, well then, just wait." Chu Zhe supported Han Sirin's shoulders and hopped step by step. He might have jumped a little too fast in the middle, but Han Sirin stretched out his arms to hug him, and looked up at him. Looking at the face full of helplessness, Chu Zhe immediately took the hands of the people around him obediently and smiled embarrassingly.

He first ate a steamed stuffed bun to pad his stomach, just kidding, he’s a human being, look at the time and finish the meal until noon, those two ghosts and so on don’t matter, but if he doesn’t eat something for a while and his stomach hurts, he should watch it again The man frowned.

Chu Zhe opened the refrigerator and picked out some things from the middle. He reached out and took out a kitchen knife from the knife cabinet and cut it regularly.

"Master, come and wash the vegetables!"

"What! Didn't you cook for me? Why do you have to work!" The uncle was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the stool. God knows how long it has been since he touched these things, and, what's more, he actually wanted to A judge holding a book of life and death washed the vegetables for him!That's easy!After thinking about it, the uncle really couldn't think of a word to describe Chu Zhe.

"Don't you have to work just to eat?! If you talk about it, I won't eat it for you."

Chu Zhe cut the vegetables on the chopping board without raising his head, and he didn't know where he had the confidence to instruct a judge who had only known him for two days to wash vegetables.

Han Sirin turned around and looked quietly at the judge sitting on the stool. He had no expression on his face and his eyes were fixed on him. He just watched quietly. The uncle and him looked at each other for a while, and finally walked over cursing. The kitchen helped Chu Zhe wash the dishes, and the uncle had no choice but to beat the eggs again after a low-pitched protest to no avail.

"I knew you had to tell me to help you. There's a ghost standing next to you. Let me do all the chores." The uncle sat on the small bench on the ground and picked vegetables, with a burst of vigor.

Chu Zhe glanced at the somewhat well-behaved old man sitting on the stool and couldn't help laughing. His raised eyebrows and smiling eyes shone like black jewels, quiet and deep.

Han Sirin's eyes dimmed, and his white eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He suddenly approached Chu Zhe's body, pinched his small and delicate chin, and leaned over to stick his pale pink lips.Chu Zhe only felt that his breathing was stagnant. He felt the weight on his lips and opened his eyes wide to look at the eyelashes that were close at hand. The man's eyelashes were long and curved, trembling as if they were going to penetrate into his eyes.

It was just a light kiss, and he let go of him after a while. Chu Zhe stayed like this for about three seconds until he heard the laughter from the other side before waking up like a dream. Carefully knocked on the door of his closed heart.

He turned his head and concentrated on frying his own dishes, but the trembling hand holding the spatula betrayed the excitement of the master at this time.

The uncle threw the picked vegetables on the cutting board with a look of no evil, and ran away covering his eyes. 'Really, I have to be stuffed with dog food for picking a vegetable. I am too old or I can't keep up with the pace of this world. Young people really know how to play. 'The uncle was sitting in the living room but he was very curious about what was going on in the kitchen, and wriggled restlessly on the sofa.

Fortunately, Chu Zhe finished frying the next few dishes calmly with excitement, and a few big dishes were brought to the table. I have to say that Chu Zhe's cooking skills are still good, and living alone for so long is also a shame for him. A lot of skills.

He crossed his hips and looked at the food on the table with satisfaction. The uncle couldn't wait to pick up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth to chew. Chu Zhe stared at Han Sirin, picked up chopsticks, picked up a vegetable and put it in his mouth. , finally couldn't help Han Sirin raised his head with those hot eyes and said, "It's delicious."

Chu Zhe felt that he was about to fly to the sky when he was happy, and the joy he could not hide bloomed at the corner of his mouth. He felt that he seemed to be more and more satisfied, as long as that person said a simple word, a faint smile or just a smile. The tender eyes, these can make him immersed in unknown joy all day long.

The atmosphere at the table was very good, everyone was smiling, and finished the lunch peacefully. Two people moved slowly, as if the meal was so hard-won, and the three of them sat together again. How rare.

At the beginning, the uncle kept pushing food into his mouth, but then his movements became slower and slower, and his face lowered slowly.

When Chu Zhe saw that he thought he was choking, he turned around and poured him a glass of water, but he didn't notice that there were silver tears in the eye sockets with his head down.

The uncle's fingers holding the edge of the bowl were white and trembling slightly. He seemed to have suppressed a lot of emotions and wanted to burst out at this moment. Call out, call his name thousands of years ago.

"Attorney."

Han Sirin put down the empty bowls and chopsticks and let out a soft cry. The uncle was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised his lowered head. It was so calm that there was almost no wave, but there was still a trace of indifference hidden in the depths of his pupils. know the sadness.

Chu Zhe pushed the water in front of the uncle, scooped up a bowl of soup for Han Sirin's empty bowl, and then looked at the two of them and said, "By the way, when you were at the Yinyang River just now, what did you say that one was missing?"

"I don't know either. It is clearly stated in the book of life and death that the woman killed 16 people, but only 15 people signed it." Seeing that no one scooped up the soup for himself, the uncle brought the whole soup bowl to the front door. Head drank.

Han Sirin on the side nodded and said: "That's right, that woman just sucked the yin energy of the dead. We use the causal line to summon him, and he will come here regardless of whether he wants to reincarnate into reincarnation. There is still one more difference, or the book of life and death is wrong." Or it's..." Han Sirin stopped here and didn't say any more, because the latter possibility was too tricky.

"Either that person's obsession is too deep, and she has someone to help her, so she can avoid it." The uncle touched his mouth, and he drank up a big bowl of soup, "Is your stomach a cow's stomach? "Chu Zhe began to put away the bowl with disgust on his face, but was stopped by a hand. Han Sirin took the empty bowl in his hand and pressed him down: "I'll come, you sit down."

The uncle looked at the face of his elder brother, and felt that he was really old and couldn't keep up with the rhythm of young people.

"Then, what would that human being do if he helped her?" Chu Zhe saw that he didn't seem to have anything else to do, so he started to wipe the table with the rag beside the table.

The uncle touched his round belly, he hadn't been so satisfied for a long time, he closed his eyes and shook his legs.

"Is there a way, I guess the only way is...to borrow my life."

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If you get close to each other's hearts, can you feel your thoughts?

So in the end, I can only whisper to the sky, turn around and leave with longing for you that cannot be dissipated.

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An early update!I feel that I have been writing more and more smoothly recently, and please continue to support me! ￣ω￣=

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