Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Jing Luo was startled: "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Don't eat."

Jing Luo still wanted to say something, but the people around him jumped up again, he got up quickly, Fu Ming failed, leaned on the sofa and asked, "Xiao Luo, do you like porridge?"

"I really like it." Jing Luo walked to the table, opened it and looked at it. One was his favorite preserved egg and lean meat, and the other was plain porridge. "Song Yi also bought one for you."

Familiar with their living habits, Fu Ming clicked his tongue and pretended to be obedient and said: "Luo Luo, I won't eat it, so you'd better not eat it either, everything in the human world is dirty."

Jing Luo didn't answer, Song Yi, who was silent at first, walked to the sofa, picked up the magazine on the table, and went straight into the room.

Jing Luo looked at the slowly closing door, a little dumbfounded.

Opening the box, there was a layer of brown seasoning sprinkled on the porridge, which was very fragrant, but he suddenly lost his appetite.

After taking two casual bites, he opened the door with a new towel, poked his head in, and the person sitting at the desk raised his eyes: "What's wrong."

"When I went to the supermarket just now, I saw a new batch of towels coming in." Jing Luo shook the things in his hand, "...I think the fabric is quite soft, so I bought one for you."

Song Yi narrowed his eyes: "Let it go, thank you."

"..."

When Jing Luo finished taking a shower, Song Yi was already lying on the bed.

He lay down on his own bed, seeing that the other party didn't intend to sleep yet: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Song Yi said: "For a while, you should sleep first."

"……All right."

Just finished speaking, the door knocked.Fu Ming came in with a pillow in his arms, and said with a smile, "Luo Luo, remember the promise for tomorrow."

It took Jing Luo a long time to realize what the agreement was: "Yes."

Fu Ming: "Then good night."

After Fu Ming went out, Jing Luo explained: "Today I told Fu Ming that we will go to Fengshui Street tomorrow."

Song Yi didn't raise his eyes, "Well, whatever you want."

"..." Jing Luo finally couldn't hold back, and asked him, "Song Yi, what's wrong with you?"

Song Yi paused lightly: "It's okay."

Jing Luo lay down, covered his nose with the quilt, and said in a muffled voice, "How about the signing, can you tell me?"

"Of course," Song Yiyun said lightly, "I signed it."

Jing Luo nodded: "That's pretty good."

The room was quiet again.

Jing Luo closed his eyes, but he didn't fall asleep, his mind was full of Song Yi's expression when he came home today.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard a sound from the bed next door.

Song Yi took the pillow and the book, walked slowly to the door, opened the door and was about to go out, when Jing Luo subconsciously called him: "Where are you going?"

"I'll go back to my room to sleep tonight," Song Yi said lightly, "You need to turn on the light to read, it will disturb you."

Until Song Yi went out, Jing Luo didn't react.

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, moved his body to the side, and put his hand on the bed next to him by accident, and there was still the residual warmth of the other party's long sleep on it.

... He felt that Song Yi was angry.

But he was not sure why the other party was angry.

In the morning, when Jing Luo got up, the door of Song Yi's room was still closed.

Fu Ming didn't know if he woke up or stayed up all night, he was sitting and watching TV, the volume of the TV was very loud, a bit harsh.

Jing Luo looked around for the remote control: "Fuming, turn down the volume, Song Yi is still sleeping."

Fu Ming tightly grasped the remote control in his hand, not intending to compromise: "It doesn't matter, he doesn't need to sleep."

Jing Luo wanted to say something, but the door behind him opened first.

Song Yi was neatly dressed, she didn't look like she just woke up: "Let's go."

Jing Luo: "Go to have breakfast first?"

"I won't eat," Song Yi said, "If you want to eat, I'll buy it for you."

Jing Luo was silent for a while, then said: "...Forget it, I won't eat it either."

Downstairs, they flag down a taxi.

Fu Ming sat on the back seat first, then patted the seat beside him, and said strangely: "Luo Luo, come up quickly, I haven't been in a car for a long time."

The driver heard it and cast a distressed look at the back seat of the car.

"I'll sit in front..."

As soon as Jing Luo finished speaking, Song Yi sat in the back seat.

Fu Ming: "What are you doing sitting on? I want to sit with Luo Luo."

Song Yi said: "Get out of the car if you don't want to sit."

Fu Ming pouted angrily, and felt that Song Yi could do something to kick him out of the car, so he simply shut up.

There are fewer people in Fengshui Street today than in the past.

It may be because the shops are almost closed, so there are few people going this way.

Jing Luo paused as soon as he got out of the car.

The surrounding stone tablet in Fengshui Street was covered in black fog, so thick that he couldn't even read the words on the stone tablet clearly. When snow fell on the stone tablet, it would immediately turn into water and slide down, showing weirdness everywhere.

He didn't notice it when he came last time, but now the car is parked next to the stele, which looks very spectacular: "...the stele is full of ghosts."

"It's not ghost energy," Fu Ming interrupted him, walked to the stone tablet and stretched out his hand to shake it, but it didn't work, "These are Yin energy, this stone tablet is suppressing them, locking them in the ground of Fengshui Street. "

Jing Luo couldn't tell the difference at all, in his eyes, there is no difference between ghost energy and Yin energy.

"Now it's all supported by this stone tablet. If the stone tablet is gone, Yin Qi will overflow, and it will not be as simple as this street."

Just as Fu Ming finished speaking, he heard a small cracking sound.

Jing Luo watched helplessly as a crack appeared on the top of the stone in front of him.

Song Yi stretched out his hand and covered the crack: "It looks like it won't last anymore."

A trace of surprise flashed across Fu Ming's face, as if he didn't expect it to be so soon: "Wow, let's go, let's go in and have a look first."

The shops are still all closed, the streets have been covered with snow, and a lot of snow has been piled up in front of the shops, it can be seen that since Jing Luo said, there are no neighbors to sweep the snow anymore.

Walking in front of his shop, he suddenly thought of something: "Song Yi, do you have the key to the shop?"

After not getting an answer for a long time, he turned his head suspiciously.

Behind him, there was only the vast expanse of white snow and a gust of cold wind, and there was no Song Yi.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard a creak, the door in front of him opened out of thin air, and there were some faint sounds from inside.

He looked around a few times, then took a few deep breaths, and pushed the door open.

The inside of the shop was warm, and the yellow lights reflected the furniture very neatly, which was completely different from the deserted scene when I came back last time.

He walked in and saw a man standing in the kitchen. The man was wearing an apron, which looked a little funny.

Song Yi turned his head, saw him, and called him with a smile: "Xiao Luo."

"Song Yi?" Jing Luo probed his head and looked at the porridge in the pot, "This is..."

"I'm making you breakfast, didn't you just eat it?" Song Yi opened the lid, and the aroma overflowed in an instant. Song Yi tasted it himself, then poured it into a bowl carefully, and walked towards him, "Taste the taste .”

Jing Luo hesitated for a long time, lowered his head and took a sip, the taste was not very good: "Aren't you following me, why are you cooking porridge in the shop all of a sudden?"

"I want to give you a surprise," Song Yi said gently, with the corners of his mouth raised, "How does it taste?"

"Very good." Jing Luo looked around, "Where's Fuming?"

Song Yi said: "He said he has something to do, so he left first."

Jing Luo touched the chair next to him: "This furniture is also...the dust on it is gone."

"I came here before going to bed last night and cleaned up the place." Song Yi put down the bowl, suddenly reached out to cover his face, and said, "Xiao Luo, let's move back, okay?"

Jing Luo was stunned: "Why so suddenly? And this is not..."

"We're not human," Song Yi said softly in his eyes, "the yin energy here won't affect us, we can live here forever."

Jing Luo pursed her lips and fell silent.

Song Yi's face got closer and closer, and he was about to stick to him.

Jing Luo's heart was beating like a drum, and when his lips were about to approach, he suddenly took a step back, clenched his fists, and swung at the person in front of him.

Song Yi in front of him was like a cloud of illusory smoke, instantly dispersed by his fist.

The surrounding environment changed suddenly, the warm lights went out in an instant, the surrounding furniture was gradually covered with a layer of dust, and the cold wind gushed in through the door.

The store has returned to its original appearance.

He glanced around, turned and left the shop.

Fu Ming happened to come up, he looked Jing Luo up and down: "Luo Luo, are you alright?"

Jing Luo shook his head: "I'm fine...have you also encountered a phantom?"

"Well, that's a mystery. I haven't seen anyone use this kind of technique for a long time, and I accidentally stumbled on it." After Fu Ming finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and suddenly raised his head and asked, "Luo Luo, are you in the phantom?" What did you see in there?"

Jing Luo's heart skipped a beat: "It's nothing, what's wrong?"

"Tell me, I'm very curious," Fu Ming still smiled, "In this mystery, I can realize my wish and live the life I yearn for."

Jing Luo was stunned: "Longing?"

"Yeah, all kinds of yearning, such as me," Fu Ming pretended to be shy, and said, "I dreamed that I became your ghost slave."

Jing Luo didn't listen carefully to what he was saying.

In the riddle... he saw Song Yi.

why?

He was a little dazed at the moment, and after a long time he murmured: "What about Song Yi, has he come out yet?"

"I didn't see him," Fuming said lazily, "I guess he's still in the mystery, he can't wake up."

Jing Luo choked, and clenched his hands tightly.

Although this mystery is hard to guard against, to be honest, the illusion inside is extremely rough, even he can detect something is wrong, let alone Song Yi.

He asked, "What will happen if you don't wake up?"

Fu Ming smiled: "Of course it means staying in the riddle forever."