Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Jing Luo didn't expect this year's New Year's Eve dinner to be so lively.

Song Yi leaned on him, took a mouthful of noodles, and watched the Spring Festival Gala with relish.

"Give me your ID number." He Yuan lay on Xu Chengyu's body and ate a piece of cherries, "I'll book a plane ticket."

"In such a hurry?"

"It's fine to stay here, have you got an announcement recently?"

Jing Luo was stunned: "No."

There were not many announcements about the Spring Festival, and with the fact that Song Yi was blacklisted, Brother Qiu might be a little bit angry with him. Except for confirming that Song Yi did not sign the contract, he didn't mention anything else.

He was sensible and didn't ask.

"That's it, staying is also idle."

Jing Luo asked, "Didn't you announce?"

"Yes," He Yuan said, "I pushed it."

Jing Luo has never experienced the feeling of pushing work, so he couldn't help asking: "Did the company say anything?"

"What?" He Yuan smiled, "The company is my own. Personal studio."

Jing Luo nodded with a half understanding: "That's it."

"Why did you choose to be a star before? Do you like this industry?" He Yuan said, "Why don't you come to my studio and I'll buy you some resources. You're not tepid now, it's shameless."

Before Jing Luo could refuse, Song Yi cut off the conversation.

"unnecessary."

He Yuan shrugged and said nothing.

The chefs left immediately after cooking, and the dishes were placed in front of the TV table. The table was full, full of color, fragrance and taste.

After eating and drinking enough, Song Yi immediately issued an order to evict the guests: "When are you going back?"

Jing Luo tugged on his sleeve.

Although it was uninvited, but someone else brought a table of delicious food, and chasing people after eating... It seems inappropriate.

"Go? What are you going to do? If you want to go, we will go together." He Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Song Yi: "What do you mean?"

"Didn't you tell me, I booked a plane ticket," He Yuan looked at his watch, "It's at 12:30."

???

"Tonight?! Twelve o'clock??"

"Yeah, it's already 09:30, have you packed your luggage?"

Jing Luo was shocked by his ability to move: "...What about your luggage?"

"Downstairs, in the car."

... came fully prepared.

This is the first time for Jing Luo to experience a trip that just goes away.

To be honest, it didn't feel bad. I checked it out and found that the weather in City H was very good, more than ten degrees. Song Yi came in with two sets of clothes in his arms: "Xiao Luo, can I put it with your luggage?"

Jing Luo was stunned: "I put a suitcase in your room."

"I want to dress up with yours."

Jing Luo's ears turned red, obediently took his clothes, and put them together with his own.

Just as he was about to say something, the person next to him suddenly came up and licked the corner of his lips.

Jing Luo was startled: "Why, what's wrong?"

"I originally wanted to have a New Year's Eve dinner with two of us," Song Yi said, "It's a pity."

"It's okay, next year...we can go out to eat secretly. Many hotels have New Year's Eve dinner set menus."

"Okay," Song Yi said, "Actually, the previous New Year's Eve dinner..."

"what?"

Song Yi shook his head lightly: "It's okay."

"You were by my side at the New Year's Eve dinner before." Jing Luo turned his face to look at him.

"...Well," Song Yi said with a smile as if remembering something, "In order to see you, I always get burned by those magic weapons in your house."

"Can those hurt you?"

"Well, your grandfather's cultivation base is not low."

Speaking of grandpa, Jing Luo suddenly missed him a little.

I don't know how he is doing in the underworld.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I thought about it in my heart, I met it in an instant.

When we arrived at the airport, Jing Luo was startled as soon as he got off the car.

Suddenly a person stood in front of him.

It was really sudden - he hadn't seen it when he just opened the door.

Seeing the person coming, he was stunned: "Grandpa?!"

Grandpa Jing was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, Jing Luo could barely recognize him.

Grandpa Jing glanced at him up and down: "You're thinner."

Jing Luo: "I was busy at work a while ago... why are you here?"

Grandpa Jing nodded, and when he saw Song Yi coming out, he nodded as a greeting: "I'm here to inform you, don't get on this plane."

He Yuan got off the co-pilot and leaned against the door: "Why?"

"This plane is about to have an accident," Grandpa Jing said succinctly, "If you are on the death list, it will be very troublesome."

Jing Luo was startled, turned around and was about to leave.

"Little Luo! Where are you going?" Grandpa Jing called to stop him.

Jing Luo didn't even look back: "Go and remind them."

Just two steps away, he was grabbed by He Yuan.

"It's useless, no one will believe you."

Jing Luo: "...Then I'm going to say it too."

Said at least his heart will be more comfortable.

"Are you stupid? When the plane takes off as usual, if something goes wrong, believe it or not, the police will be the first to come to you," He Yuan said, "If it's an accident, it's okay, but if it's a hijacking, you will definitely be involved. "

Jing Luo was stunned: "Are we just watching a plane of people go to die?"

"Xiao Luo," Grandpa Jing sighed, but didn't stop him, "You are still too soft-hearted. Everything in the world is karmic and fateful. If we intervene a little bit, it will affect the fate of many people, just like the butterfly effect—you It may save these people, but it may also harm others because of saving these people."

Jing Luo was still standing, neither taking a step forward nor looking back.

He pursed his lips and was about to say something when someone grabbed his palm and pulled him straight forward.

He froze for a moment: "...Huh?"

"Don't you want to go?" Song Yi said, "Let's go."

"There were pregnant women and children on that plane."

Grandpa Jing said, "There are villains, traffickers, and even drug dealers."

"..."

"You may be able to save some good people, but at the same time you can save the wicked who are dying."

In the end, Jing Luo didn't go.

He Yuan improvised a way to rent a private jet.

On the plane, Jing Luo looked at Grandpa Jing who was sitting across from him, drinking tea slowly.

He thought for a while and said, "Grandpa, are you in good health?"

"It's all over, the waist is no longer sore, and the legs are no longer painful." Grandpa Jing saw that his tone was still low, and persuaded him, "Xiao Luo, you have to get used to these things. Birth, old age, sickness and death are common things for this person. Life is a good thing." , death is not necessarily a bad thing, and when you start over in the next life, it will be a clean sheet of paper for you to paint on.”

Jing Luo didn't speak, just nodded, not sure if he listened.

There was a warmth on the back, and it was Song Yi's palm.

"By the way," Grandpa Jing raised his white eyebrows and coughed lightly, "Did you go to the house on the east hill before?"

"..." Jing Luo asked without answering, "Grandpa, didn't you see grandma down here?"

"I see." Grandpa Jing said with an unnatural expression, "The older I get, the more I like to talk nonsense... If she comes up to ask you something, you have to tell the truth. Didn't I just borrow something from others? Really."

Jing Luo understood: "Okay."

"Okay," Grandpa Jing got up, "It's time, I'm leaving."

"So fast?"

"Well, there's still something to do next." Grandpa Jing put on his hat, straightened the brim of his hat, and suddenly remembered something, turned his head and said, "Are you my grandson's ghost slave?"

Song Yi: "Grandpa is good."

"..." Grandpa Jing's eyelids twitched, "Is it you that ghostly spirit that was nestled in our house before and refused to leave?"

Song Yi did not deny it: "I was the one who interrupted before."

Grandpa Jing tugged at the corner of his mouth: "...Take care of him."

"Will do."

As soon as Grandpa Jing left, a report was inserted into the TV on the private plane.

[At 12:53 in the morning, a flight from city B to city H...]

It was an accident.

Jing Luo's heart palpitated for a while, and he leaned on the cushion, feeling chilly all over his body.

"The first time I experienced it, it was quite uncomfortable," He Yuan said lightly, "It will be fine in the future."

Jing Luo: "You have experienced..."

"Many times, the underworld thinks it's too much trouble to re-create my identity, and basically won't let me get involved in any natural disasters and man-made incidents."

Jing Luo stopped talking.

"Human life is too short," He Yuan smiled at him, "You are my only friend for so many years."

Jing Luo was a little moved in his heart, but he still couldn't help asking, "What about Xu Chengyu?"

"He?" He Yuan looked at the people around him and said naturally, "It's a boyfriend."

Unexpectedly, the other party was so direct, Jing Luo made a hoarse voice.

"You don't have three friends, do you?" He Yuan laughed, "I, Cheng Yu... Song Yi?"

Jing Luo felt the palm on his back pause.

He curled up his hand, put it in front of his mouth, and whispered, "...No, he is also a boyfriend."