me and a ghost

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Yan Qingge followed Yan Chong into the house.

Behind him, a shadow holding a kitchen knife hides in the corner of the wall.

"What are you going to say?"

Yan Zhong beckoned her to sit down, and a stool with crooked legs was placed in front of him, which was Yan Qingge's only choice.

Yan Zhong asked, "Do you know who Ming Tong is?"

Yan Qingge sat very firmly on the three-legged stool, and when his butt/bottom fell on the stool, the legs would not shake.

Yan Qingge stared at him like a fool, what an obvious thing, she definitely didn't know.

"You." Yan Zhong was helpless, he didn't know if he was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, if there was anything he could do without using his brain, he would like to deal with it violently, and he didn't know why the guy outside would focus on such a thing a shipment.

"I heard that person means that he wants to live with you, so do you want to choose a date to have a wedding with him?"

"Oh? Yeah? Should?"

"Then you should ask about the identity of that person?"

After hearing Yan Zhong's words, Yan Qingge realized that he had not thought enough. If he wanted to be with his little wife forever, the first thing he should do was to get a certificate, right?

After listening for a while, Yan Qingge, who has been single for many years, has learned a lot from his companion who is also single, and plans to find a suitable opportunity to talk to Mingtong.

Mingtong's craftsmanship is really good, the simple rice porridge from Yan Qingge's hands should be cooked, but Mingtong's cooking is delicious, and the boiled rice is particularly mushy.

And the simple green vegetables are even better. Mingtong's hands miraculously preserved the freshness of the small green vegetables, and the taste was more than a hundred times better than Yan Qingge's.

At the dinner table, Yan Zhong praised Ming Tong's craftsmanship to the sky, and even ate the wild vegetables that he disliked before with great relish.

Mingtong cooked a lot of food, but she definitely didn't take Yan Zhong's appetite into account, so even if she didn't eat much of the food on the table, she was completely wiped out.

Yan Zhong hiccupped under Yan Qingge's white eyes, and leaned on the back of the chair to caress his big belly that had finally rounded out once.

Taking a long breath of relief, Yan Zhong sighed, "It's really a blessing to be able to eat enough."

Yan Qingge nodded in agreement, she also ate a lot, if she hadn't prepared in advance to loosen her belt and had bright pupils in front of her, otherwise she would have wanted to be a little lazy.

Mingtong didn't care about them, but she still secretly decided to cook less for dinner. She thought that no matter how poor these two people were, they would still be full.

When Mingtong put away the bowls and chopsticks and went back to the kitchen, Yan Qingge immediately relaxed his straight back, but he straightened it back soon. He ate too much and bent over to feel like vomiting.

"No, I'm going out for a walk, do you want to come together?"

Yan Qingge leaned close to Yan Zhong and whispered, always feeling that the food he just ate was sticking to his throat.

Yan Zhong waved his hand like a salted fish, "Push me over to bask in the sun, and digest it after the water evaporates."

"As lazy as you are, I'm afraid you'll have a big belly after drying out."

Yan Zhong sighed lazily, touched the belly of the pregnant woman who seemed to be three months old, and sighed in satisfaction.

"You don't understand, it's such a wonderful feeling to be full." So a big belly is also worth being happy.

Yan Qingge: ...

I'm afraid it's not a stick.

Thinking of his little wife coming to the door quickly, Yan Qingge wandered around the village outside, and hurried back before the villagers came out after eating.

When he came back, taking advantage of nothing to do, and his wife was on lunch break again, Yan Qingge gently rummaged through the boxes, and found out the ID card he had reissued a few years ago, planning to take his wife to get one when he had time. certificate.

As for whether people of the same sex/gender can receive a certificate? Yan Qingge actually doesn't know...

Ming Tong seemed to be very tired, she fell asleep without waking up once, Yan Qingge used the cloak Ming Tong wore as a quilt to put on her, and took out the quilt he had placed to dry it on the way.

The sun at noon is just right, and now it is the season of autumn tigers. You can get a warm and fluffy quilt after a few hours in the sun.

In the past, there were only two people in the family, Yan Qingge and Yan Zhong. It didn't matter if they lived poorly. Even if they didn't have food, water and water, they could make do with it.

I took some time to repair the courtyard gate, changed myself into clean clothes, and tidied up neatly. After realizing that I had nothing to do, I went up the mountain with a rag bag.

It is said that where to eat and where to eat, Yan Qingge, an indigenous mountain dweller, is very familiar with the surrounding mountains, and even remembers clearly where there are bird nests.

Thinking of the beautiful future in his heart, Yan Qingge could jump up on his feet.

I dug out two nests of birds/eggs on the mountain, and walked a long way to the grass by the water to touch some teal eggs, and caught wild/ji that can only be nourished, picked half a bag of wild vegetables, harvested Returned full of goods.

"Hey, isn't this the big slob from the Yan family? Why are you working hard today?"

There are a lot of people picking wild vegetables at this spot, and before it’s time to cook, some women and aunts who have nothing to do go up the mountain in twos and threes with bags and baskets.

So Yan Qingge couldn't help frowning when he saw them, after all, these people were too gossip.

But these days are different from the past. In the past, when these people saw her, they would be crushed in all kinds of ways. Today is the time for her to be embarrassed.

Yan Qingge didn't hide either, he walked forward with the bag in his left hand and chicken in his right.

The face that used to be expressionless is now filled with pride even at the tip of the brow.

Extraordinary need to be beaten - this thought came to the hearts of all the mothers and aunts at the same time.

"When have I ever been lazy? Auntie really deserves to be old. Look at me wearing colors."

After Yan Qingge finished speaking, she walked past the group of people. Although she consciously turned back, she was still a bit square and couldn't help taking big steps.

The women behind were stunned. Can marrying a daughter-in-law make a coward courageous?

"This little rascal doesn't know how big or small, is my aunt someone you can laugh at? Let's just say you're not serious, your little daughter-in-law looks like a vixen, you can stand it, you..."

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Chapter 6 The title was taken by me 6

"This little rascal doesn't know how big or small, is my aunt someone you can laugh at? Let's just say you're not serious, your little daughter-in-law looks like a vixen, you can stand it, you..."

The woman who was harassed had her hands rubbed on her waist, and she sternly smiled and cursed at Yan Qingge.

Women in mountain villages are not well-educated, and what they say when they open their mouths and shut their mouths is passed down from generation to generation. Whether it sounds bad or not depends on what the listener thinks.

Yan Qingge also paid no attention to it lazily, and walked down the mountain with big strides.

It was still daylight when they got home, Yan Qingge closed the door, put the bag he was carrying lightly under the eaves, tied the legs of the wild chicken in his hand, chopped off his head and hung it in the yard to let blood.

While I was free, I gathered all the eggs in the cloth bag, and put the wild vegetables in the basket to be picked and washed, but the most important thing right now was to pluck the chicken.

Going to the back room to take a look at Ming Tong, he was still asleep, his face was fair and clean, his red lips were slightly parted, revealing his neat teeth.

The hair of wild chickens is not as easy to handle as domestic chickens. Yan Qingge was lazy to boil hot water, and neither she nor Yan Zhong liked eating chicken skins, so they simply peeled off the skins and cleaned the chickens waiting to be eaten. pot.

Time passed by little by little, as in the past, when the sunset came, the children came running and playing.

"Grandpa Yan, Grandpa Yan, here we come."

"Open the door quickly."

Yan Qingge frowned slightly, and just as he was about to raise his voice to refuse, he heard a soft and sweet voice behind him.

"Everyone goes back to each house and finds his own mother."

Yan Qingge raised her head and looked back, it was Ming Tong who had woken up and woke up. She had just woken up and put her long hair back in front of her body, and there was still a hazy mist in her cool eyes.

"good night."

Hearing the sweet greeting, Yan Qingge couldn't help smiling, as if he had eaten honey.