[Psychic] Millennium

〖Life does not matter which is the essence, plain or intense, as long as the object is the person you desire. 〗

After all, they failed to eat curry rice.

By the time Lingli and Ma Cang go back, the curry is really mushy.

Lingli stared at the pot of curry so pouted that she could almost hang the pot-this is Ma Cang's way of teasing her.

Smelling the smell of the paste, I couldn't eat it, and Lingli almost rubbed her hair, so she pouted her lips unhappily and stared at Ma Canghao, "It's paste." She looked aggrieved look.

"Yeah." Ma Canghao leaned against the door with his shoulders sideways, arms folded over his chest.

"..." Lingli sprinkled water on him, but the flame disappeared as soon as it burned.

Ma Cang looked at Ling Li with a funny smile, but didn't speak.

Ling Li thought about stepping on the small bench, washed her hands, Ma Canghao stepped forward and rolled up her cuffs, the water in the faucet was a bit cold, making her fingers red from the cold - he seemed to have thought about it, fingers Turned on the faucet, the stainless steel faucet turned red, the water flowing out was warm and steaming——Lingli's lips were raised high, she looked very proud, she didn't look at Ma Canghao, she pointed Point to your own hair.

"What are you going to do?" Ma Canghao asked her, reached out and brushed her loose long hair back together.

With her height, even if he was stepping on a small bench, he could still tie her hair easily, but it was impossible to tie her hair into a high ponytail.

"Omelet rice." Lingli said slowly, took out a hair tie from her pocket and handed it to him, then went to the plastic bag to take out the eggs and ham sausage she bought earlier, and thought for a while with her chin in her hand. Started digging out corn kernels and peas again.She seemed to be distressed, after a long while, she turned to look at Ma Canghao again.

Ma Canghao was taken aback by her, so she casually tied her hair together under the back of her head. "I'm not a picky eater," he finally said.

"...I don't believe it." Ling Li said with her lips curled up.

"..." Ma Canghao stretched out his hand and pinched Lingli's face, feeling that the little guy had grown more than a little bit courageous after being away from him for so long, even though he was very courageous in the first place - he couldn't help but think of the first moment The thing about her persistently throwing rose petals in his bathtub in [-]--very well done.

Lingli ignored him, cut the ham sausage into cubes, and prepared to crack the eggs—but the first one didn't go well, and the whole egg shell fell into the bowl with a slip of her hand, which made Ma Cang laugh so hard.She threw the egg at him, and Ma Cang held it in his hand easily, with just the right amount of strength, and the egg was intact.

Ma Cang put the egg back next to her, and evened out her messy apron, and helped her untie the thin ribbon of the apron and tie a bow again.He laughed at her in a low voice: "Have you been camping outside all these years? You can't even tie an apron anymore."

"It was discovered by you, as expected of the king of the future - my lord!" Ling Li replied sweetly, and was slapped on the head by Ma Cang.

Lingli broke up the egg liquid, pulled out the rice cooked in the electric rice cooker with a smile, and poured oil into the frying pan, "Do you want to stay here forever?" To make omelet rice, you need to make fried rice first.

"What's the problem?" Ma Canghao opened the refrigerator and put Lingli's unused ingredients in it.

"Oil fume is not suitable for consumption." For Lingli's height, making fried rice with eggs is not a little bit difficult, but she still talked to Ma Cang very easily, "Also, the refrigerator is not plugged in, you will be in the next half a month." How do you spend your time here? I didn’t even see the takeaway box.”

"..." Ma Canghao rubbed his chin and studied the plug of the refrigerator, "burned it." He said frankly that there is nothing he can't burn for his holding spirit, especially garbage .But then Ma Canghao remembered something, "You don't need to supplement nutrients when you are asleep, Li?" He squatted beside the socket, his eyes were deep, "The person who hasn't eaten for more than half a month is you, not me. .”

Ling Li's movements stopped for a second, "It doesn't seem to be necessary."

"..." Ma Canghao squatted there and looked at Lingli slightly.

The light from the kitchen fell on her pale and sickly cheeks, I really don't understand how she tossed herself to make her face so ugly, "Li." He called her softly.

"I'm here." Ling Li said softly.

The smell of fried rice wafted in the air.

"What's wrong with your body?" Asakang Haoan asked quietly, while the oil in the frying pan made a slight sizzling sound.

"..." Ling Li stir-fried it back and forth with a spatula, "It was like this when I woke up."

"The reason?" Ma Canghao stood up with a gentle expression.

"I can't remember what happened when I was a child." Lingli finally poured the fried rice into the plate and started frying the egg skin in a pan. "It probably has something to do with it, but the biggest reason should be that I woke up too late."

Ma Canghao frowned slightly and then quickly opened his eyebrows, "Did the soul and body grow separately, resulting in a staggered fit?" He murmured, and then looked at Lingli firmly, "...you don't need to eat every time. ? Waking up doesn't seem to be affected either."

"It's no different from ordinary people waking up after sleeping for ten hours." Lingli carefully observed the egg skin, and poured the fried rice properly, and at the same time did not forget to answer Ma Canghao, "It's just that I slept for a long time."

"Your illness is still not cured." Ma Canghao watched her fold the corners of the egg skin into shape, and fry it for a while before pouring it into the plate.

Ling Li poured ketchup on it calmly, and brought the omelet rice in front of him, with a cheerful smile, like a child asking for praise, "It's just that I need to sleep more, it's fine."

Asakang Hao glanced at the omurice with crooked writing on it, "Where's your own?"

"Here." Ling Li brought out another plate of omelet rice as if by magic, and he didn't know when it was ready.

The two servings of omelet rice are served on two porcelain plates of different colors and patterns, but the omelet rice with the writing on the left and the right paired with ketchup looks strangely like a pair in her hand, and the shape is also different. Very girly and cute.

Ling Li smiled with her eyes bent, her pupils were like beautiful crescent moons.

She was the most smiling girl he had ever seen, she never seemed to be worried, she was childish.

But this is precisely the strangest part.

"Omelet rice looks much better than curry rice, at least it's not mushy." Asakura raised his eyebrows and commented.

Asakang watched Lingli bouncingly bring the omelette to the dining table, and then waved to him, her eyes were so clear and clean, they were as soft as the wet eyes of a small animal.

To him, she has no secrets.

But because of this, Asakura felt that many things were very strange.

The spiritual body of a child who knows everything at a young age and has a bright smile; a little girl who walks around the world alone at the age of 12 and doesn't care about anything... The more the truth of the world is seen, the more likely the color of the soul will change. But she seemed not to be disturbed by anything in this world, neither dyed black nor added any color.

And... she's fearless.

Even if he can interpret the thoughts in her heart, even if she encounters the vicious power of the world, even if she can hear many evil, dark, and dirty thoughts in this world... She still can't feel the slightest fear.

Her mind was terribly simple.

Ma Canghao's black eyes are deep and cold, but they seem to reflect the soft light of flames in the light.

He could hear many voices, and he could also hear her heartbeat as small as the silent wind, which was so strange that it made people feel peaceful.

"Get your holding spirit back." Ma Canghao reached out and stroked her hair, "I won't care." Although this little girl has her own holding spirit and her own partner , has her own space and time; even though she is no longer that lonely soul with only him, let alone a thousand years ago...

Maybe it's not her who cares.

Maybe it wasn't that she didn't want to be bothered.

but he...

"No one will affect me becoming the future king." Ma Canghao said in a low voice, with a slight smile, but he was so confident and arrogant that people couldn't help but look up to him.

She just wanted to tell him in her way that she still belonged to him alone.

She still has nothing but him.

It was he who was no longer sure that this girl was swaying in the wind to survive but persistently grasped his heart.

He couldn't get to the bottom of the reason, nor could he deny her.

Even if she can walk alone in this world anytime and anywhere, with a bright smile on her face.

"Yes, Master Future Wang." Ling Li smiled and dug a spoonful of omelet rice and stuffed it into Ma Canghao's mouth.

Her brows and eyes were raised, as bright as a flower blooming in a winter night, brilliant and soft at the same time, as if she would never understand the dangers of the world and the indifference of the human heart.

He knew she was not a child, her mind, her wit, everything she knew proved she was not naive.

But she always smiles happily like a harmless, unfettered child.

"I've knocked my teeth, idiot, do you feed like this?" Ma Canghao snatched the spoon from her hand, couldn't help covering her mouth and licking her teeth, but she wasn't really annoyed, after all, it didn't hurt .

"Master Wang's teeth are so hard in the future, don't be afraid." Ling Li said innocently.

"Eat your rice, and you added too much salt." Ma Canghao grabbed her spoon and dug a mouthful into her mouth.

Give back to him in the same way.

Lingli bit the spoon with one mouthful, along with the omelet rice.She stretched out her hand to hold the handle of the spoon, and said vaguely: "Where did you add too much, do you want to eat food without salt?! The light taste is not like this! Obviously when I eat curry, I like it spicy."

"This is different from that." Asakura said calmly, not like eating omelet rice, but rather like eating a French meal in a hotel.

"With such a strange taste for so many years, you should eat bread every day." Ling Li said, licking the ketchup.

Ma Canghao stretched out his hand to make a gesture, a flame flashed, and the ketchup bottle far away in the kitchen fell into his hands, and he added ketchup to her omelet rice, while mocking her back: "You don't like eating so sweet!" Worrying about getting tooth decay."

While digging tomato sauce and spreading it on the omelet rice, Lingli replied unceremoniously: "I have good teeth, don't be envious."

Ma Canghao tapped Lingli's forehead with one finger, and pushed her head down, and almost buried her face in the omelet rice, but before she could react, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze Sweeping out the window, the depth is terrifying.

It was dark outside the window.

Ling Li, however, seemed to be unaware, eating her omelet rice seriously.

"Let's try the curry rice tomorrow." Asakura put the spoon lightly on the porcelain plate, stood up and walked out.

"How obsessed is Ying with curry rice?" Lingli said carelessly while biting a spoon.

"Or do you have a better suggestion?" As soon as the words finished, Ma Canghao had already pushed open the front door, his expression was still gentle and smiling, but everyone who saw it couldn't help but start to tremble, and the scorching temperature climbed in the air, even His long burgundy hair was blown up without any wind.

Ling Li waved at Ma Canghao's back, "Come back to wash the dishes?"

"No." Asakang Hao resolutely refused.

Lingli shrugged, since she never succeeded anyway, "Can't you just take the trash away?" She snapped her fingers, and some water-blue water balls carried the plates and spoons to wash themselves—this is Such a simple little thing, she can do it even if her holding spirit is not around.

Ma Canghao came back after only going out for 2 minutes. He obviously heard the sound of the last zero glass. As soon as he came back, he took a look at the bag of kitchen garbage, and the flames that ignited suddenly burned the garbage until there was no slag left. .

"It's not that little guy just now." Asakura said with his eyes narrowed.

"Is that a human being has touched the barrier?" Ling Li didn't know about the barrier that Ma Canghao had cast near the house, and only Asang Hao could respond to the barrier being touched.

"It's not an ordinary human, nor a monster." Asakura said with great interest, "The person who touches the barrier has spiritual power, but it looks like a human with a special spiritual physique... Recently, there are many strange things in Tokyo. things..." He paused, noticing that Lingli was carrying his clothes to the bathroom, and changed the subject, "Li, no rose petals are allowed."

"..." Ling Li made a grimace at Ma Canghao, as innocent as possible, "Then the cherry blossom petals?"

"..." Ma Canghao stared at Ling Li's face for a moment, "It's winter now, where did you find the cherry blossoms?"

The season of cherry blossoms is spring, and it is just over a month from March to April.

Ling Li grinned, "Guess."

"..." For the two of them, there is still such a thing as you guessing.

"Don't put it away." Ma Canghao picked up her back collar and threw it into the bathroom, and threw her newly bought clothes in the face, "Also, you go first."

Ling Li puffed up her steamed bun face.

In the next few days, Lingli didn't plan to make curry rice at all, but seemed to vent her dissatisfaction. Except for breakfast, the frequency of omelet rice appeared significantly increased, and the two boxes of eggs she bought were quickly eaten up.

No spirits, no contests, no monsters and psychics...

Only the two of them spent a short period of time undisturbed at 2-11 Silver Coin Street.

Occasionally, someone who passes by here will be surprised that there are people living in this room. The warm light casts two shadows, and the cheerful laughter of the girl and the gentle voice of the boy can be heard inside.

"You don't plan to eat omurice for New Year's Eve, do you?"

"I thought Ying had no problem with a single meal." The girl's voice was grinning.

"We've been eating for ten days." The boy's tone was mild and gentle, as if he was stating the facts.

"...The soba noodles?"