Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

When Song Yi entered the room, Jing Luo was staring at the knife on the cat's neck in a daze.

Seeing him coming in, Jing Luo asked, "Are we the only ones who can see it?"

Song Yi looked at the cat that was constantly struggling in Jing Luo's hand and frantically trying to scratch the person in front of him, and hummed lightly.

That would be difficult.

The knife cannot be pulled out directly, you have to go to the hospital.

As if seeing what Jing Luo was thinking, Song Yi sat on the sofa, picked up the book on the table, and said, "It's already dead."

Jing Luo: "I know."

"When you die, you have nothing," Song Yi continued, "There is no blood or flesh. Everything on it is just a phantom that you can touch."

Jing Luo was stunned for a while: "You mean, I can just pull out the knife?"

Song Yi raised his eyebrows.

So Jing Luo held down the cat's forelegs, wrapped its legs around its legs, then freed up one hand to grab the handle of the knife, and pulled it out forcefully——

He thought it would be difficult to remove the knife stuck inside, but he didn't expect that the knife would come out with a light pull.

When the cat saw the knife, it was silent for a moment, and then it became more active.

While making noise, the door of the bathroom was opened with a click.

Hei Wuchang was wearing a thick black robe, and when he came in, he asked, "Where is it?"

Song Yi raised his jaw at the dead cat.

"..." After seeing what the other party was pointing at, Hei Wuchang clicked his tongue, "Master Song, please memorize the rules of the underworld more, it's a waste of my time, and I'm also troubled."

Song Yi: "?"

Heiwuchang said in a low voice, "Xiaobai and I are in charge of collecting human souls, and animal souls are the job of a bull-headed horse. But they recently went to Tibet for vacation, and I don't know when they will be back."

Jing Luo said with emotion: "It turns out that you can still take a vacation."

"Xiaobai and I don't have that kind of luck," Hei Wuchang said while turning around, "Little animals are not that complicated, and when they die, they will enter reincarnation obediently. It's rare to see such a hostile cat. Let me help you." Send Niu a text message, but I don’t know when he will come back, so leave.”

Just as Jing Luo was about to say something, the other party opened the door and left without looking back.

Is it hostile?

It is strange to be able to reincarnate well after being injured like this.

He got up and put the cat on Song Yi's lap: "You hold it, I'll go out for a while."

The cat was still struggling at first, but when it was on Song Yi's lap, it became obedient in an instant. It meowed, but when it looked up at him, it returned to its fierce look.

Song Yi grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Where are you going?"

"Buy some medicine."

Song Yi: "They're all dead, why don't you still buy medicine?"

Jing Luo stopped in his tracks - he forgot about it after he finished drawing the knife.

He stretched out his hand, trying to hug the cat, but the little cat narrowed its eyes and stretched out its sharp claws towards him again.

Jing Luo withdrew his hand: "Did you feel that he reacted very strongly when he saw me?"

"Well," Song Yi raised his hand and scratched the cat's neck, "this cat is quite vengeful."

Jing Luo was taken aback.

Song Yi continued: "No matter what species, if you become a ghost after death, your first reaction will be to do unfinished business, at least 90.00% of which is revenge."

"..."

"He regards you as someone who hurt him." The cat on his lap kept barking at Jing Luo, Song Yi frowned, and put him beside him in displeasure.

No one can shake Jing Luo's face.

Neither do cats.

Jing Luo obviously didn't see Song Yi's inner drama, he wondered: "It means that pervert who abuses cats looks a lot like me?"

"It's possible," Song Yi said, "It's also possible that that person often goes in and out of this house."

Jing Luo was startled.

Putting these two reasons together, he thinks the latter is more likely - the cat has been living in the safe passage, and has knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

The face of the owner's grandmother flashed in his mind.

how can that be possible?The old man looked kind and spoke softly. He didn't look like someone who would abuse small animals.

Unable to understand, Jing Luo picked up the cat, put it on the sofa, and forcibly rubbed it a few times before turning around and entering the room.

Song Yi stopped him: "Don't let him go out?"

Jing Luo turned around: "Why did you let him go out?"

"He wants to hurt you."

"I know," Jing Luo closed the door, his voice came from behind the door, not very clear, "I will lock the door, good night."

**

Mu Chenxi came to the crew almost as soon as he recovered from his injury.

This time his battle was not as big as before, he only brought Lin Qianqian and his manager Liang Yuan.

When they arrived, Jing Luo had just finished filming a scene with Xu Yang.Because he didn't respond to Xu Yang on Weibo before, the atmosphere between them was a little delicate.

As soon as the director finished calling Cut, Xu Yang watched the playback one step ahead of him.

Jing Luo sat on the bench, and Song Yi pushed the boxed lunch he had just received in front of him.

Jing Luo opened it, took a sip of the soup, and asked, "Did you close the door tightly when you came out?"

During this period of time, Niutou Mamian has not contacted them, and the cat has been living at home for almost a week.

After living together for several days, its hatred for Jing Luo has not disappeared at all, and this cat itself is wilder than other cats, every time they go home, the house is a mess.

Jing Luo has the habit of locking the door of the room, so he escaped a catastrophe. Song Yi's room is quite miserable, and Jing Luo has to remake the bed sheets for him almost every day.

When mentioning the cat, Song Yi's face became obviously darker: "It's locked."

Halfway through lunch, a small lunch box was placed in front of them.

Inside the lunch box are a few pieces of Coca-Cola chicken wings.

Liang Yuan folded her hands in front of her waist and said with a smile, "This is a chicken wing I made with my own hands. Thank you so much a while ago."

Jing Luo thought for a long time before realizing that what the other party was talking about was the moment when Mu Chenxi fainted. He waved his hand and said, "No, actually I didn't do anything."

"You're welcome." Liang Yuan smiled decently.

Lin Qianqian came over and said to Liang Yuan, "Sister Yuan, brother Xi told you to come over."

Jing Luo found that although Lin Qianqian still smelled bad, it was not as bad as last time.

"Understood, I'll go there now," Liang Yuan said, smiling at them, "Then take your time, I'll go over first."

After finishing the lunch box, Jing Luo took out the scripts and counted them.

Due to frequent accidents in the theater, the shooting time this time was much longer than the last time, and he should have finished it long ago.

He said: "In four days, I will be done."

Song Yi looked up, still holding a spoon in his hand: "Okay, let's go to a wrap-up banquet then."

……

Song Yi has been "resurrected" for so long, and has not learned anything else, but these superficial things are learned quickly.

Jing Luo: "But Tang Lin's matter is still unclear."

After he finished speaking, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the lighting engineer.

Next to the lighting engineer is Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan handed him the lunch box in her hand, with a natural smile on her face, the lighting engineer gave him a cold sneer, and finally took it.

Then turned around and dumped it into the trash can.

Not only Jing Luo, but half of the crew's eyes were on these two.

The lighting engineer had offended Mu Chenxi badly before, but now Liang Yuan lowered her body to deliver him a boxed meal, and she didn't get angry after seeing the lighting engineer throwing things away...

Everyone is curious about what is the content of the recording in the hands of the lighting engineer.

Mu Chenxi wanted to go up immediately, but was held back by Lin Qianqian.

Liang Yuan came over, calmed him down with two or three sentences, and then calmly asked the director how long it would take to start filming.

This psychological quality is worthy of being the one who brought Mu Chenxi out of the trough.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Jing Luo's role for today is over.

He didn't stay too long, he packed his things and left.

He was a little worried about the TV and those ornamental vases at home. Although he placed them in a high place, it was really not difficult for the cat to knock them over.

Thinking about it carefully in his heart, he was stunned as soon as he left the gate of the studio.

I saw a few little girls standing at the door, who looked like they had been waiting in the cold wind for a long time, their faces were flushed by the blowing. Seeing him, they quickly exchanged looks with each other shyly, and then put the light signs in their hands. Lift it higher.

There is a word "泺" on the sign.

Seeing him stop, Song Yi also stopped: "What's wrong?"

Jing Luo: "...I seem to have fans too."

Since that incident brought about a wave of Weibo popularity, his fans have increased a lot, but the number of fanatic fans is not many.

Fanatic fans refer to fans who will go to the airport or wait for people on the set, and actively participate in celebrity support.

Several young fans were very excited to see him, and the initial discomfort was immediately eliminated by Jing Luo's gentle smile.

One of the fans handed over the bag in his hand: "Luoluo, this is the scarf I knitted for you..."

Jing Luo hurriedly took it and said emotionally, "Thanks for your hard work."

He had heard a few teachings from Qiulin, one of which was: Don't neglect fans, but you can't get too close to fans, only the sense of distance can produce beauty.

So after chatting for a few words, Jing Luo hurriedly said goodbye to them.

Along the way, his smile never restrained.

"Are you so happy?" Song Yi looked at him and suddenly said, "I can also weave."

Jing Luo: "What?"

"scarf."

"No need," Jing Luo said with a smile, "I already have it, and I can't bring any more."

Song Yi: "..."

Back at the apartment, the elevator door swung open and someone was standing at their door.

It was a middle-aged woman. When they came out, they just heard the sound of the password door indicating that the password was wrong.

Jing Luo: "Who are you?"

The woman was startled: "Who are you?"

Jing Luo said: "The door you are trying to open is the door of my house."

"The old lady has already moved away?" The middle-aged woman said, "Hey, forget it, you can open the door. I was a nanny here before, and I left something inside. Come and get it now."