Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Fearing that they wouldn't believe it, she even flipped through a photo on her cell phone: "Look, this is a photo of me and the old woman."

Jing Luo stepped forward and took a look.

In the photo is the grandmother of the house owner. She wears reading glasses and has no expression on her face. The nanny stands next to her and makes a yes sign, smiling very happily, with the other hand on the grandmother's head.

When the two were talking, Song Yi had already opened the combination lock.

Before Jing Luo could see the inside clearly, he saw a black shadow rushing out.

The cry of the dead cat was even more shrill than usual, but this time its target was not Jing Luo, but the nanny who had been peeping at Song Yi.

Jing Luo hurriedly said: "Wait..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the dead cat pass through the nanny's body like a breath of air.

The nanny was taken aback by his yelling: "You, what are you doing?"

Jing Luo didn't speak, Song Yi glanced at her and said indifferently, "What did you leave behind?"

"A set of knives," she said, her eyes dodging, "I brought this family here."

Song Yi pushed Jing Luo into the house, and the dead cat was still wearing the nanny, trying to hurt people, but it was all in vain.

Before Jing Luo went in, he bent down and picked up the cat.

Song Yi: "There is no knife you mentioned."

The nanny still didn't recover from Jing Luo's inexplicable actions: "How is it possible?"

Song Yi was too lazy to answer, and when he was about to close the door, the door was blocked from the inside.

The person who arrived at the door was Jing Luo who had just locked the cat in the room. His eyes were calm and his tone was cold: "Have you worked for the old lady for a long time?"

"It's only half a year..." Jing Luo took off the mask, and the nanny took a few more glances, and the more she looked, the more familiar she looked, "Are you a celebrity?"

"Have you ever seen a native cat, with white and orange fur." ​​Jing Luo asked without answering, "I took it for a walk in this area before, and lost it."

The nanny's face changed instantly, and she stammered, "Ah? No, I didn't see it..."

Jing Luo didn't speak, but still looked at her quietly,

The nanny stared at him hairy: "Since there is no one, then forget it."

Seeing the nanny leave in a panic, Jing Luo slammed the door shut, full of anger.

Song Yi poured him a glass of water: "Shun Shun Qi."

Jing Luo said: "She must be abusing the cats! I don't know how many cats were injured."

"It's okay, it won't let it die right away."

"No," Jing Luo said, "I can't just let it go, what if she hurt other cats?"

He is an invisible cat lover. There used to be an orange cat in Limber's house. When he was a child, he often went to play with it, and secretly swore that he would have a cat in the future!

It's a pity that he still didn't develop it later. He had no money when he was in school, and he was under a lot of pressure to study. When he entered the industry, he was busy for a while. The resources were small, but the amount was a lot. Not long after that busy period...he died.

God knows how aggrieved he just endured so he didn't greet him with a fist.

But what can he do?At present, there are no laws related to cat abuse in China, and even the most basic detention for 15 days cannot be sentenced.

Song Yi seemed to see through his thoughts, and was silent for a while, then suddenly picked up the water glass in his hand, and put it on Jing Luo's face.

Jing Luo turned his head, the cup squeezed his face up: "What's wrong?"

Song Yi said: "I want to eat fried rice."

During this period of time, in order to save money on takeout, most of the time dinner is still cooked by Jing Luo.

"Understood." Jing Luo took the cup, took a sip, put it on the table, turned and went into the kitchen.

Song Yi sat on the sofa, holding a book, but his eyes were on the cup.

After a while, he sat up straight, took the cup, and was about to do something out of line, when a few muffled noises interrupted his movements.

Then came the sound of Jing Luo's hurried footsteps.

He clicked his tongue and put down the water glass: "Little Luo, what's that sound?"

"...Too bad," Jing Luo walked out of the kitchen, "I locked the cat in your room just now."

When the door was opened, the cat was manicuring Song Yi's pillow.

No place in the house is tidy anymore, it seems that the arrival of the nanny just now has greatly stimulated it.

Jing Luo: "..."

Song Yi walked slowly to the door and stopped.

I don't know if it was Jing Luo's illusion, but he seemed to hear the crisp sound of clenched fists behind him.

"Don't be angry," Jing Luo hurried in and picked up the cat, "It's just a cat."

Just after Mao met the nanny, his attitude towards Jing Luo changed.

It sat obediently on Jing Luo's hand, and kept saying "meow meow meow" to Song Yi, as if saying something.

It's a pity that Song Yi is not in the mood to understand cat language at this time.

"Put this at the door and let it go out to sleep." Song Yi pointed to the small box used to store books in the room.

The cat turned around and buried its head tightly in Jing Luo's arms.

"Don't be angry, I'll help you clean up," Jing Luo said, "It's quite cold outside."

Song Yi didn't speak, just looked at him, there was actually a faint... grievance in his eyes?

Jing Luo: "...or you go to sleep in my room?"

"Okay." The grievance disappeared.

Jing Luo put the cat on the ground, and after making sure that Song Yi's temper was gone, he turned and went into the kitchen.

The cat was a little afraid of Song Yi, so it shrank obediently to the corner and looked at him motionless.

Song Yi bent down and picked up the cat easily.

Cat: "Meow meow meow! Meow!"

Song Yi's voice was very soft: "I will not lock the door tomorrow."

"Meow?"

Song Yi put it on the sofa, exuding a rare kindness: "It's the same as today, can it be done?"

"……Meow."

**

After Jing Luo took a shower, he sat on the head of the bed and wiped his hair. He was still holding a mobile phone with a WeChat chat interface on it.

Qiu Lin: "The company is already fighting for the resources of two reality shows, and we plan to share one with you. I will try my best to get the one for you."

Jing Luo: "Thank you Brother Qiu."

Qiu Lin: "Don't be polite with me. During this period of time, you should watch more variety shows and learn how to steal the spotlight. By the way, are you still with that assistant?"

This sentence seemed a bit strange, Jing Luo didn't think much about it, and replied "Yes".

Qiu Lin: "I think he listens to you very much...Have you considered letting him join the company? I don't need to say more about his personal conditions. He will definitely be popular. Anyway, it's you who make money." Let's spend it together."

Jing Luo was even more inexplicable, how did Brother Qiu know that the two of them spent their money together?

Just thinking about it, the bedroom door opened with a snap.

Song Yi came in with a pillow in his arms, Jing Luo rubbed his hair and said, "Go to bed so early today?" It was only 08:30 in the evening.

Song Yi revealed the book behind the pillow: "It's a bit cold outside, can I come in and read it?"

The room temperature is above 25 degrees, why is it cold?

Jing Luo nodded: "Okay, you can sleep on the bed." He was about to stand up after speaking.

Song Yi asked: "Then where do you sleep?"

Jing Luo picked up his own pillow: "I'll make a bed on the floor."

He originally wanted to go to the living room to sleep, but when he thought of the knock on the door, he panicked a little. Although the culprit was found, he still couldn't fall asleep thinking of the plots of the ghost movies he had seen in the past.

"No," Song Yi said no, "It's so cold, don't sleep on the floor."

How can there be so much attention and not get sick.

Jing Luo looked at the bed: "Isn't it a little crowded for the two of us to sleep?"

"I always sleep on my side," Song Yi snatched Jing Luo's pillow, placed him side by side on the bed, gestured with his hand, and said, "This is enough for me to sleep in."

Jing Luo thought it was funny.

It's okay to sleep, it's nothing, he was just afraid that Song Yi would feel crowded.

Jing Luo covered his head with a towel and continued to sit back on the bed. Song Yi saw the wetness of his hair and said, "I'll help you blow it."

Jing Luo hurriedly said: "No, I'll blow it myself in a while."

Before he could finish speaking, the hair dryer in the cabinet in front of him suddenly flew into Song Yi's hands as if it had been pulled on a rope.

Jing Luo was dumbfounded.

It was only then that he remembered that his understanding of Song Yi was only at the stage where he could "break the chain".

To put it a little further, in fact, since he became like this, he had some faint resistance to these things in his heart.

Before today, he always consciously or unconsciously followed the pace of his previous life.After he was discharged from the hospital, he never asked anything about the ghost master, even why he was chosen as a ghost master, and Song Yi never mentioned it.

After all, he was still afraid that if he found out, he would be burdened with a layer of shackles of responsibility.

Jing Luo is not afraid to take responsibility, but he still needs time to overcome some psychological difficulties.

The noise of the hairdryer interrupted his thoughts.

Song Yi reached into his hair and stroked it lightly. His palm was big and his movements were gentle. Jing Luo didn't know why, but suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He broke the silence: "Brother Qiu came to me just now and asked me if you have any idea of ​​becoming a star?"

The hair dryer was too loud, Song Yi put her mouth to his ear and asked, "What?"

I don't know if it was the hot air from the hair dryer that hit my ears, or the breath that Song Yi exhaled when he spoke.

Jing Luo collected himself and repeated it again.

"It's troublesome to go to the underworld to apply for a hukou," Song Yi said, "I'll just stay by your side."