The two souls wear the same person + side story

"Fan Yaoyao said it costs electricity."

"It won't take a few."

"It's always better to save."

Xu Wanqing gave her a dime here and broke it in half, Shang Yi couldn't laugh or cry: "If you want to lose your sight, I have to spend money on glasses for you. Protecting your eyes is saving me money."

"You are rich, this light is enough, it is already very bright, wouldn't it be a waste to turn on this?"

"You write." Shang Yi sat across from her, Xu Wanqing concentrated on writing the book, wrote three or four pages, breathed out, and handed over a thick stack of papers for her to read.

The only sound left in the huge room is the sound of Shang Yi turning the pages. This is a love story, a female ghost and a man, but it is not a poor scholar’s ​​imagination, but a lily novel. The young lady was left to fend for herself in another courtyard, and by chance a female ghost was attracted from the locust tree in the courtyard.Later, the young lady developed a special love for the female ghost, and the female ghost alienated the young lady in fright. Since then, the young lady's condition has worsened, and she is about to die.At this time, a young master came. The young master was originally the young lady's fingertip as a marriage partner. He wanted to cancel the engagement. He never thought that he fell in love with the young lady at first sight and was willing to wait for her to recover.Who would have thought that this son is a person who practiced many evil ways, secretly trying to kill this lady, the female ghost finally appeared, one person and one ghost tried to expose the true face of the son, the lady recovered from her lovesickness after seeing the ghost, The female ghost knew that she was pulling this evil fate, so she asked the gods to help the lady get rid of her obsession, and she was guilty of the evil fate, and her soul flew away.

"Why is it a tragedy?" Shang Yi put down the paper and stared at Xu Wanqing, but Xu Wanqing looked away, extremely shy.

Shang Yi suddenly understood, picked up the paper and read every word bitingly: "Who am I? This Miss Cheng?"

"Female ghost!" Xu Wanqing scolded her softly, "Can't you tell?"

"Who is that son?"

"I'm just thinking about it. I've been married twice, and whoever I choose to arrange it at will, how would you know?"

"I know!"

Shang Yi put down the manuscript, clapped his palms and thought, "You said it, you said it about your two husbands. Having said that, it would be great if I were a female ghost. I'm not so good, gentle and decisive, tsk tsk , if I were Miss Cheng, I would also love female ghosts."

"If you were a female ghost, would you be thinking about Miss Cheng?"

Xu Wanqing didn't know if she was really asking about the plot, or if she meant something else.

It is clear!Something else!

Shang Yi felt that there was a trick, but he still had to bite the bullet and drill, and then scanned it again. It was already sunrise, and it was past four o'clock.

"This Miss Cheng is so nice. Although her body is not good, she has a broad heart, kindness, and gentleness. She is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and has a zest for life. The female ghost treats her like this, but she is still infatuated. This is so rare. It’s good for the maid, it’s good for the parents, everyone is perfect, Xu Wanqing, it’s very serious for you to carry private goods!”

"Miss Cheng has lived in a deep boudoir for a long time. She has no knowledge and no opinions when she encounters problems. She relies entirely on the female ghost. She has a lot of troubles in her life, complains about herself, and always brings misfortune to others. She looks miserable, but she only has the good luck of meeting a female ghost... ..."

Xu Wanqing thinks so of herself?

Shang Yi paused for a while, feeling that Xu Wanqing's lowered eyebrows and eyes were a little funny when she didn't know him clearly.

The words were on the lips, and he swallowed them in a circle, packed up the manuscript, found the stapler and clicked it: "It will be typed into an electronic manuscript some other day, and I will proofread it for you."

"it is good."

"Xu Yijiu?"

"Ok?"

Shang Yi stood still with his chest folded, looking as if he was about to scold Xu Wanqing.In the past, the combination of first and last names can easily be interpreted as a swearing gesture, but now she uses other people's characters, and she has a sudden seriousness.

She flipped through the manuscript, and finally put it on the bookshelf with care.

"What does Shangmei want to say?"

I don't know when Xu Wanqing was already standing close at hand.

"You... um... what do you think, what about me?"

"It's irritating. I smell of that perfume on my body, which is very weak. It suddenly disturbed my rest in the middle of the night."

"You didn't rest either... It's almost five o'clock, go to bed quickly, and you have to go to bed with Zhang Xu at nine o'clock." Shang Yi smiled wryly, sniffing himself, it really smelled like an old man, not smelly but It doesn't smell good either, it occupies my own scent, the old man passed the scent over with a hug, and chuī couldn't chuī go away.

She knew that Xu Wanqing would not answer her questions seriously.

The woman on the opposite side really didn't care at all as she said, and she just frowned when she smelled the man's smell, as if she didn't have any possessive desires at all.

Approaching an important decision juncture, Shang Yi became suspicious, and she began to think that Xu Wanqing was just waiting for 500 years in loneliness, and there was no other person to know who was taken advantage of except her, Shang Yi.

But in the 15-second silence, she swallowed her illness little by little, and waited for Xu Wanqing's answer.

"I have become less like myself, wishing bitterly for the death of a stranger every day. I know this is wrong, I hate you for being indecisive, and I am afraid that you will not choose me in a dilemma. I am just in another hospital isolated from the world Waiting for your sick child every day, the only hope every day is that the female ghost on the locust tree will come to take a look at me..."