So lazy, how can you become a fairy

Chapter 237 The International Convention on the Rights of the Child defines a child as any person under the age of 18…

"Hooah!"

Under Meng Po's vigilant eyes, Heiyang Hongli put all the small stools they moved out into the storage bag, reached in, and groped carefully.

What kind of work is this going to do to her?
Po Meng frowned, realizing that things were not simple.

Heiyang took out a broom, Hongli took out a dustpan, and swept the non-existent dust on the ground of Mengpo Pavilion.

What are you scanning?Meng Poting is much cleaner than your old broom!

After confirming that there was no dust on the ground, Heiyang Hongli glanced at each other and pulled out a mattress from the storage bag, another mattress, another mattress...

The mattresses were folded, the sheets were spread, and the two of them rolled onto the sheets from one side, rolling around with ecstasy on their faces, until they collided in the middle, and then bounced back, shoulder to shoulder, head up, and kicked each other by the way.

A big quilt was unfolded, covering the two of them, forcing them to squeeze each other towards the other's position, pressing the edge of the quilt under their bodies to cover them, and placing a big soft pillow under their heads to ensure the most comfortable posture .

Then, Heiying Hongli crossed her hands in front of her chest, lay flat on the "bed", closed her eyes, and passed away peacefully, coughing... and fell asleep peacefully.

The expressions of the boys and girls are calm and at ease. After closing their eyes, the dead fish eyes are no longer visible, allowing people to shift their eyes to the other four features on their faces: delicate, beautiful, and dazzling.

Even Granny Meng has to admit that as long as the two bears close their eyes and mouths, they are really pretty, quiet and lovable, they are just two Sleeping Beauties, ahem...

Even the whining and screaming resentful soul in the Wangchuan River seemed unwilling to destroy the tranquility, and became cautious, lest it disturb the two of them.

For a time, the surrounding atmosphere became harmonious and beautiful...

"Bang! Bang!"

Use a spoon to touch each of the melon seeds on the two heads.

"Aw!"*2
Heiyang Hongli sat up abruptly, covered her head with displeasure, and looked at the perpetrator Meng Po.

"Grandma Meng, why are you hitting us again!"

"That's right, isn't it time to rest?"

"uh-huh?"

Granny Meng raised her eyebrows, angrily and amusedly said: "I want you to rest, and I can understand if you rest and change to a comfortable position, but..."

Pointing at the quilts on the two, Granny Meng couldn't help complaining: "I didn't ask you to move all the beds here!

What's the point of sleeping here?This is the workplace, okay? "

"Tch, what's the matter..."

Hongli curled her lips and pointed to the sky, arguing according to theory.

"You can see that the sky is so dark, it should be time to rest and sleep!"

"Uh……"

Po Meng raised her head and looked at the sky. In the gray sky, there were faint clusters of yellow. In the distance, the sky was red, as if lava was burning.

However, there is still a little bit of light embedded in the gray screen like a star, which is the passage connecting the world managed by the underworld...

"Is there a possibility..."

The corners of Meng Po's mouth twitched a few times, and she couldn't help but said, "The sky in the underworld has always been like this?"

"Um?!"

Heiyang widened his eyes and said excitedly: "So we can sleep all the time?!"

"As expected of you, Heiyang!"

Hong Li gave her boyfriend a thumbs up, and patted his shoulder: "I understand!"

"Hey, so so so..."

"Ah this..."

Po Meng felt that the muscles on her face were a little sore, she rolled her eyes: "Then I said you are working at the night shift at the head office, right?"

"!!!"

The expressions of the two changed: "How can this be so?!"

"No, absolutely not!"

Hongli crossed her hands and said resolutely: "Reject the boss's unrestrained oppression of employees, start with me!"

"That's it!"

Hei Yang nodded fiercely: "Even if you are a temporary worker, you don't have five insurances and one housing fund, so you can't work overtime like this? Should temporary workers be oppressed like this?!"

"Ah? Isn't that what it is?"

Meng Po showed a puzzled expression: "Otherwise, why do you think it's called a temporary worker?"

Hei Yang: "..."

Hongli: "..."

Madam Meng: "..."

"Hey, well, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, it's like I'm really abusing you!"

Granny Meng rolled her eyes: "People are looking for helpers to work, and I am looking for two little ancestors."

"Oh, don't say that!"

Hongli laughed and said: "Grandma Meng, you are an elder, don't be as knowledgeable as a child!"

"It is forbidden to rely on small things to sell small things, and it is forbidden to make friends."

Granny Meng said with a blank expression, "Brothers still know how to settle accounts. It is abhorrent to tie up work with friendship!"

"Ah this..."*2
"But then again, that's not what I want to say..."

Po Meng sighed and pointed at the two of them speechlessly.

"Don't you guys want to find a place to live? I'll let the avatar take you to find a better house. If you want to sleep, go there to sleep.

Playing on the floor here, uh, I don't care, and you don't find it uncomfortable? "

"Ah? What's the matter?"

Heiyang patted the soft mattress under his body in confusion: "We came here prepared!"

"That's right, and I can still hear the turbulent water of the Wangchuan River, resentful souls, uh, imagine them as seagulls chirping or something..."

Hongli nodded and said affirmatively, "Isn't this a sea view room?"

Granny Meng: "???"

"Well, more importantly, we don't have any acquaintances here."

Heiyang scratched his head embarrassingly: "It feels like, running around in other places, maybe there will be some dangers, some troubles, etc. Anyway, it's pretty good here..."

"That is to say, you think..."

Hong Li showed a serious expression, stretched out a finger, imagining troublesome scenes.

"For example, a female ghost of the second generation who seems to have a good background suddenly popped out, saw Hei Yang's eyes lit up, and then looked at me with disdain..."

Hongli lowered her voice, and said in a dark voice: "How many Ming coins, you say the number, from now on your man will be mine, if you are sensible, get out!"

"And then, I burst into anger!"

Hongli turned around, switched roles, and clenched her fists: "Oh, it's up to you? Pooh!
Xiaoyang, you hide first, close your eyes, you will be fine soon! "

"Then, Huhuhaha! Haha! Ada!"

Hongli waved her fists: "A fierce battle broke out, I crushed the opponent forcefully, stepped on her, and even spit when I got excited, which made her feel humiliated!"

"Damn it, damn it, just wait!"

Hong Li switched roles again, her face was full of unwillingness, and her eyes were full of resentment: "Do you know who I am, my second uncle's distant relative is the registered disciple of Lord Yama, you are finished, you are completely finished, I will let you Never turn over!"

"Ahem... um..."

Hong Li cleared her throat, spread her hands and said, "Isn't this causing trouble?"

"Yes, that's it!"

Heiyang nodded affirmatively, then looked at Hongli with dead fish eyes, and said unhappily, "So why am I the one squatting in the corner shivering?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I say yes!"

Hong Li glanced at Hei Yang, and snorted softly: "You still don't want to protect you, do you?!"

"Ah yes yes..."

"Forget it, it's up to you."

Po Meng sighed and muttered softly, "Two weird kids..."

"call……"

Heiyang Hongli breathed a sigh of relief, and finally settled down. Next, just lie here comfortably and wait until the construction team of the sect comes over!

The two put their hands behind their heads, the pillows were slightly erected, and quietly watched the alternative scenery of this underworld.

Hei Yang personally feels that if there is no threat of death, the strange scenery here can indeed be called "magnificent and magnificent".

The gray sky was flowing, and the two looked at the stars all over the sky. After knowing that they were worlds, they suddenly felt even smaller.

This world is much bigger than they imagined.

The roaming world is just one of the countless worlds, and the human race in the roaming world is just one of the countless races in this world, and they are two grains of rice in this race...

In such a small race in such a small world, any conspiracy, calculation, and competition seem meaningless...

No matter how great a person's achievements are, in the eyes of those top powers (if there is such a power), maybe it's just a group of small bugs who popped out to be extraordinarily strong?

Not self-deprecating, but knowing the vastness of the world and involuntarily feeling awe.

Maybe there will be a hot-blooded boy who swears to the sky: I want to stand on the peak of the peak of the heavens and the world, and my goal is the stars and the sea. I see me coming, and I conquer it!

Heiyang Hongli is obviously not that kind of person, they just feel strange, and even a little moved to tears - in this boundless world, they are so lucky that these two tiny grains of rice can meet and know each other and love each other!

"Hei Yang..."

The girl's joyful voice came softly from beside her ears: "Which star in the sky did you come from?"

"Well……"

Heiyang didn't move, still looked at the sky quietly, and smiled slightly: "Why do you suddenly care about this kind of thing?"

"There's no reason, it's just..."

The red glass eyes reflected the starlight of the world, shining brightly.

"That is to say, I care about everything about you, hehe."

"pretty good……"

"of course……"

　Her childhood sweetheart's older sister, Linge, whom she hadn't seen for ten years, suddenly came to Haicheng, and she also wanted to settle down and start a business in Haicheng.

　　After one dinner, Yang Fan was sold by his mother, and Linge lived in the small house he bought himself.

　　How should Yang Fan drive this sister out...

　　(This is probably an entrepreneurial essay with the title of love essay)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)