Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Before Song Yi could speak, Jing Luo pushed him halfway behind the wall.

Unexpectedly, he would encounter such a scene, Jing Luo was inexplicably embarrassed, but luckily the collar was pulled up so that his expression would not be too obvious.

After making sure that the two people behind couldn't hear him, he whispered: "...Let's wait for them over there first."

Song Yi narrowed his eyes: "Okay."

The two went to the small door of the warehouse, Jing Luo rubbed his hands, suddenly remembered something, raised his head and asked, "Are you still sleepy recently?"

Although He Yuan didn't say it in detail, he could guess that lethargy might be a symptom of lack of soul life.

He didn't know if Song Yi was lethargic, lost consciousness, or something else.

Song Yi raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Not sleepy."

"Let's find a time to go to the underworld as soon as possible."

"Okay," Song Yi said, "I'll listen to you."

Jing Luo coughed lightly: "...then go after the recording of the show."

"what are you guys saying?"

He Yuan came around from the wall, wrapped tightly, breathing cold air from his mouth.

Xu Chengyu followed behind him with the usual expression.

"It's nothing." Jing Luo shook his head, "Let's go back."

When I went back, the program team had already cleaned up.

"Thank you for your hard work," the director said with a smile, "It's not freezing, so go in and heat it up."

It was really cold outside, and the exposed ears and the skin in the middle of the face were almost frozen into ice cubes.

After such a toss, it was already afternoon, but everyone didn't even eat lunch, especially since everyone had just finished their hard work and everyone felt hungry.

But everyone knows that there is not much food in stock, so they dare not open this mouth to eat.

It was Jing Luo who said first: "It's already four o'clock, we haven't had lunch yet, are you all hungry?"

The staff members shot over with moved eyes.

It was still useful for the guests to speak, the director nodded: "Since it's four o'clock, why don't you wait and eat at six o'clock? Don't be in a hurry for a while," he said, smiling and looking at the sitting on the sofa A few guests, "If you are hungry, why don't you fill your belly with biscuit mats first?"

"I'm not very hungry yet," He Yuan said, "Let's share it with the two ladies first."

So Wu Qi began to bite the biscuits very unceremoniously.

Xu Yang pretended to hesitate for a while, then picked it up and ate it.Halfway through eating, he handed it to Jing Luo: "Luo Luo, do you want to eat?"

Jing Luo glanced at it, originally wanted to shake his head, but after seeing the package of biscuits, he took out a small packet inside and handed it to Song Yi beside him.

Song Yi: "Huh? I won't eat."

"Try it," Jing Luo said, "this brand of biscuits is quite delicious."

"Okay," Song Yi took it, took two bites, and gave affirmation, "It's delicious."

"If you like it, we can buy some and keep them at home when we go back."

I don't know how this sentence pleased Song Yi, the wider his smile: "Okay."

"Home? You still live with your assistant?" Xu Yang looked surprised.

"Ah, yes," Jing Luo realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and added, "His house is under renovation, so come and stay with me temporarily."

"...Then you are pretty good to your assistant."

Jing Luo smiled and said nothing.

After chatting for a while, the director interrupted them: "I'll send someone to the warehouse to get today's ingredients."

"Wait," He Yuan got up, went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator, "We still have a lot of ingredients here, enough."

The director stepped forward and took a look: "This is not enough, and many things are not so fresh anymore."

"It's really enough, you don't need to take it anymore."

Wu Qi suddenly said, "Why don't we eat hot pot? I brought a few packs of hot pot base."

That's it for dinner.

There is no need to prepare anything for hot pot. Once the base is cooked, the ingredients are cut and the seasoning is prepared, it is a hot pot meal.

Several people gathered around the dining table.

Xu Yang joked: "Today's atmosphere always makes me want to pray before dinner."

"Okay," Wu Qi poured the meat into the hot pot, "you can say a few words."

Xu Yang really came for a while.

She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes and whispered something.

After reading, she opened her eyes, smiled and was about to say something, but found that everyone else at the table had already started eating.

"...you are taking advantage of others!"

Wu Qi gave Wu Qi a supercilious look.

The photographer next to me smelled it, not to mention being greedy.

Jing Luo only took two mouthfuls of food before putting down his chopsticks: "I'm full, eat slowly."

"... Are you full?" Xu Yang ate a piece of tripe and asked with wide eyes, "Are you losing weight?"

Song Yi also stopped chopsticks: "I'm full too."

A few minutes later, the other two also put down their chopsticks, and only Wu Qi and Xu Yang were left eating on the table.

"Fortunately, He Yuan said just now that he has a bad appetite and doesn't cook much," Xu Yang said, "otherwise, Wu Qi and I would definitely not be able to finish the meal."

In the middle of eating, Wu Qi suddenly slapped his hands and put down his chopsticks with a slap.

Jing Luo followed the prestige: "What's wrong?"

Wu Qi frowned and said, "I thought of one thing."

"what?"

Wu Qi didn't speak for a long time, and suddenly stood up, the sound of the chair sliding on the ground was ear-piercing and sharp.

"I'll go back to my room and have a look."

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes suddenly went dark——

power cut.

The hot pot, which had been sizzling, quickly quieted down.

"Ahhhhhh!" Xu Yang screamed, no matter who was beside him, he rushed over, "What's wrong, why can't I see anything?!"

Jing Luo was hugged tightly by her, and he couldn't laugh or cry: "...It's just that the power went out."

Xu Yang was even more frightened. Just as he was about to say something, another person forcibly tore him away.

"Afraid?" It was Song Yi's voice.

Xu Yang cried and said with a mournful face, "Hmm..."

Song Yi grabbed her hand and put it on the armrest of the chair, "Then hug the chair, if you hug like this, what will you do if you hug a ghost in a while?"

"???"

Was this person sent by God to scare her? !

After the photographer reacted, he immediately turned on the light on the camera.

The lights were dim and could only illuminate a small part of the field of vision, which made it even more terrifying.

The door was opened, and the director hurried in: "Is the house power out?"

He Yuan nodded: "Yes."

Immediately a staff member went to see the switch.

"The switch in the house is not broken, maybe there is something wrong with the wires outside," the director said solemnly, "It's snowing and dark outside now, so I can't check it right away, how about this, you guys go back to your room first, I'll send someone there tomorrow morning Look outside."

Xu Yang was quite scared, and asked, "Then can I go to the warehouse to sleep tonight?"

It's not that she's afraid of the cold, before she was in this house, she had to leave a light on before going to bed at night, otherwise she wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

"Okay, I'll ask someone to arrange a small bed for you," the director agreed, and asked, "Otherwise, you all go to the warehouse to huddle for the night. The house has no heating, and it's quite cold."

"It's okay," He Yuan turned his gaze, "There's a fireplace here, we big men can sleep around the fireplace at night."

The others nodded in agreement.

The director didn't expect these guests to be so careless: "...Really? That's alright, we happened to clean up the chimney while we were cleaning, I'll send someone out to get you some firewood, where's Wu Qi?"

"No." Wu Qi dropped those words, entered the room without looking back, and slammed the door shut, locking the photographer out.

It was settled like this, the filmmakers didn't eat, and went back after recording the process of lighting the fireplace.

The four of them moved the sofa towards the fireplace.

"I've always wondered," He Yuan rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "We're all dead, why do we have to suffer so much?"

Jing Luo was taken aback: "Don't you know why?"

He Yuan thought for a while: "Actually, I can probably guess some. When I first became a ghost master, I didn't eat for half a year, and then I was suspected by people around me. I had no choice but to go back to the underworld and change. Identity. If you think about it, if there is someone around you who is not afraid of the cold or the heat, and wears short sleeves dangling around in the winter, everyone will think it’s wrong.”

After Jing Luo listened to it, he felt that it made sense, but after careful study, it was a bit wrong.

"But we do have to go without eating and sleeping."

"So I said, it's just a guess."

Jing Luo raised his eyes and looked at the closed door opposite, "Wouldn't it be cold if Wu Qi didn't come over to the fireplace?"

He Yuandao: "Witches have many tricks, don't worry about them."

After chatting for a while, He Yuan stretched his waist: "I don't know if it's because I've slept too much in the past few years or something. I can't help but want to close my eyes at this time."

Jing Luo smiled: "Then go to sleep."

Song Yi sat beside him and listened silently. After a while, he lowered his eyes and asked, "Are you sleeping?"

"Sleep," Jing Luo closed his eyes, "good night."

Song Yi had a smile on his lips: "Well, good night."

……

In the middle of the night, Jing Luo suddenly felt a pain in his shoulder.

He opened his eyes in a daze, looked sideways, and at some point Song Yi had already fallen asleep on his shoulder, with his face pressed against his neck, breathing on it, making that place warm and itchy.

Jing Luo tried to move him, but the other party fell straight down again, and he whispered: "Song Yi, sleep better."

The other party didn't respond.

Jing Luo frowned: "Song Yi?"

Still nothing.

Jing Luo suddenly thought of something, sat up straight, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him vigorously: "Song Yi?!"

Song Yi fell asleep again!

Jing Luo forced himself to calm down, and said, "He Yuan! Wake up!"

He Yuan opened his eyes sleepily, saw his posture, and immediately reacted: "Is he fainted again?"

"Well." Knowing that panic is useless, Jing Luo tried to calm down, he groped Song Yi for a while, and found out the phone that the program team had just sent back, "I can't wait, I'm going to take him to the underworld now. "

There just happened to be a power outage in the house, so there was no need to worry about the camera.

"Let's go now?" He Yuan said, "It's already five o'clock, and it will be difficult for the program team to come in after a while. He only had such symptoms twice, so it shouldn't be serious."

While talking, Jing Luo had already called Hei Wuchang.

Hei Wuchang promised to come right away, Jing Luo hung up the phone, bent down, and half helped Song Yi up.

"No, I'd better go there. If the program team comes in, you can delay it for me, please."