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"There are so many chicken wings, you must have this one."

"I caught it first."

"I want to eat this, it has a lot of sauce."

"You're being unreasonable again."

"Xiaofeng, don't bully your sister." Grandma slapped Yang Xiaofeng across the face.

Liu Yiyi took the opportunity to snatch away the chicken wings with a lot of sauce.

Aggrieved, he accused: "I caught it first."

"It's all right, there's a lot more. Auntie will get you one." He Xin smiled and picked up chicken wings for Yang Xiaofeng, "It's not enough and there are more."

After a few people finished cleaning, it was almost time for dinner.Liu An went out to buy some cooked food, He Xin and grandma cooked some more dishes, and finally brought out a big table.

Yang Xiaofeng took a bite of the fried chicken wings drizzled with tomato sauce, so happy that he flew up and repeatedly praised the deliciousness.

"Eat more if you like it." He Xin simply brought the whole plate of chicken wings to Yang Xiaofeng.

After moving so many things today, Yang Xiaofeng was exhausted, and he didn't stop until he ate two bowls of rice.

After eating and sending Liu Yiyi's family away, Yang Xiaofeng bent down and locked the store door, stretched his waist, and felt more and more pain in his back.After moving my shoulders, I decided to take a shower and go to bed early today.

His home is not small, but it is not spacious either. The house is quite old, and most of the furniture is old-fashioned.

Yang Xiaofeng walked into the bathroom. He had been using warm yellow light bulbs in the bathroom before, but he insisted on replacing them with white light bulbs, saying they were so bright.

The bathroom was not big, and Yang Xiaofeng was lazy, so he just took a pair of clean underwear to go in, took off his slightly wet t-shirt, and kicked off his sweaty pants, no longer feeling restrained, Yang Xiaofeng felt comfortable instantly .

The white light shines on the white tiles, and then the hot water is turned on. As soon as the heat rises, the whole bathroom is covered with white mist. There is no bathtub in his house, but grandma is old, so she put a small plastic stool in the bathroom. Usually he takes a shower very quickly, but he hasn't been home for a long time, and today he is tired, so he simply sits on the stool and rinses slowly.

Yang Xiaofeng let out a "hoo" and sat hunched over under the shower like a little old man.

"When I have money, I must install a big bathtub to soak in it." Yang Xiaofeng rubbed his arms and said to himself.

There were a few red marks on the white arm submerged in the foam. It was hot and painful. Somehow, he thought of Ji Songze's exposed waist that morning.

It feels cold to the touch, and the translucent flesh color reflects a little water, but it's a pity that it only flashes past his eyes.

Yang Xiaofeng's Adam's apple twitched. He didn't dare to think too much. He turned on the water to wash off the foam. After flushing his head under the hot water for a while, a bullet screen suddenly crossed his mind: "Unfortunately, Ji Songze, I don't know if he can take a bath and eat chicken wings in his next life." ?

He couldn't help rolling his eyes in the water, shook his head, turned off the water, dried his hair and body, leaned on the sink, looked in the mirror for a while, finally patted his face and said, "Sleep."

Yang Xiaofeng went back to his room and changed into loose pajamas, turned on the air conditioner and flung himself on the bed, flicking his phone boredly.He's been in a bad mood recently, and he's tired today. He couldn't even pick up his cell phone, so he yawned, turned over and fell asleep.

He slept deeply, and hadn't slept so soundly for several days. He shrank back in a daze, feeling a little cold, as if someone had covered him with a quilt in a daze.

Yang Xiaofeng coughed a few times, wrapped himself in the quilt tightly and curled up into a ball.

"This child can't stand the cold."

"Come on, mommy hug."

"Mom—" Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help shouting out, opened his eyes suddenly, and found that he was still in the room.The light was on, and he sat up slowly. The air conditioner at the foot of the bed was half spread out, half covered his feet, and half dragged to the floor.

Yang Xiaofeng picked up the air conditioner and was wrapped around his body. He couldn't help shivering. He picked up the remote control of the air conditioner and looked at it.

He "beeped" a few times to adjust the temperature to 26 degrees, turned off the light and lay down again.It was still very cold in the room, Yang Xiaofeng curled up in a ball under the quilt, turned over several times on the small bed, grabbed the quilt with his eyes closed, but couldn't fall asleep, he struggled and rolled for more than ten minutes, he still chose to give up, sighed With a sigh, he rolled up the quilt again and got up.

After sitting on the bed for a while, he got out of bed silently and sat down at the desk, took out his notebook, took out the photos, and examined them carefully.

The photos are a bit old, and the corners are a little yellowed. Looking at the photos, Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help thinking that if his parents were still there, he would be able to tell them what happened in school.

"You should give me a loving hug." He lifted the quilt and said to himself.

Yang Xiaofeng flipped through the drawers, trying to find a place to put the photos away, but when he turned his eyes, he was attracted by the words on the notebook.

"Can only stay in a certain area...a fixed...a ghost...has a last wish..." He frowned and struggled to distinguish the scribbled words.

"Dad, I've written everything, so let's write it neatly." Yang Xiaofeng turned a few more pages, "The ghosts that can be touched... what, what are you writing about?"

Yang Xiaofeng put down the photo casually, rubbed his temples, thinking that he couldn't sleep anyway, so why not study these notes.

He wanted to find a new notebook so that he could rearrange it, but he couldn't find a new one after searching all the drawers. Yang Xiaofeng was a little discouraged, and threw out the black fountain pen he had just found that he hadn't used for a long time.

The fountain pen rolled gurglingly, bumped into the black leather notebook and stopped again, lifting the page slightly. Yang Xiaofeng looked at the protruding edge of the page and became more worried, so he reached out and picked up the notebook.

The action of grabbing the notebook was a bit rough, and the pages were all crumpled. Yang Xiaofeng regretted reading it, and gently picked it up one by one and slowly flattened it.

After flipping through more than ten sheets of paper, the handwriting gradually became neater, and the repeated movements gradually calmed him down.

He took a rough look at the content while flattening the folds. It was not too difficult for him to understand, but after turning a few pages, Yang Xiaofeng was stunned, as if he felt something was wrong.

Yang Xiaofeng turned to the first page again with a few "swipes", checked it back and forth several times, made a dumbfounding grimace with his eyes wide open and shouted, "Damn it."

His respected father, Mr. Yang Hui, couldn't stand the chaotic notes after writing more than a dozen sheets, so he rearranged them again.

Yang Xiaofeng is now extremely thankful that he has not been able to find a new notebook.

That being the case, you don't even need to sort it out, you just need to spend time studying it slowly.

After thinking this through, Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help laughing out loud.

"The undead whose scope of activity is restricted after death is the earth-bound spirit. Most of them have unfulfilled wishes or unresolved grievances." (Refer to Baidu Encyclopedia) Yang Xiaofeng read this sentence word by word.

"Why do these words look so familiar? Yang Xiaofeng bit his nails and mumbled out a few words, thinking that he was talking about that kid Ji Songze.

But is it really the so-called earth-bound spirit?

Yang Xiaofeng was not sure.He saw now, but he didn't see any ghosts that his father mentioned that could touch humans.

Ghosts that can be touched are rare. If his father had seen one, he should have listed it separately.

"Is it written in the back?" Yang Xiaofeng flipped through the content that he hadn't read carefully, feeling a little sleepy, stretched his neck, and wanted to read it all at once.

But in the middle of the night, he couldn't hold it anymore, "ahhh" after yawning.Yang Xiaofeng put on the quilt and lay on the notebook, thinking silently: I will only sleep for 10 minutes.

Generally, this sentence is a flag.

Yang Xiaofeng was woken up by the phone ringing in the early hours of the morning, and the sky was gray and blue.

He was sleeping soundly, and when the bell rang, he thought it was an alarm clock. Yang Xiaofeng rubbed his head in the crook of his arm, half asleep, stretched out his left hand to snag the alarm clock.

But after swiping a few times, the phone still kept ringing.

Only then did he lazily raise his head, his chin resting on the notebook, his eyes opened a little, he answered the phone casually, and said "Hello" weakly.

"Xiao Yang, I, Lao Wang, delivered the goods."

Yang Xiaofeng opened his mouth to react, and then he woke up.

I have a small shop, and I have to restock every two weeks.Today happens to be stock day.

"Oh, Uncle Wang, wait a minute, I'll be right down."

He got up quickly, put on a pair of pants and went downstairs to open the door.

"Xiao Yang, you're back, the old lady misses you so much."

Lao Wang leaned against the side of the truck, saw him open the door, and started unloading neatly.

"Wow, so many this time?"

"Isn't it? The old lady didn't order more when you were in school last time."

Yang Xiaofeng picked up two boxes of paper money and said with a smile, "I want to come back to carry the goods."

"Haha, see what you said. But when you graduate and find a job, your grandma will be able to enjoy herself."

"Well, yes. I want to take an exam for a civil servant."

More than ten years ago, my grandmother opened a small shop for funeral supplies. Because it was her own house, hidden in a house facing the street in a residential building, my grandmother did not make a signboard with much fanfare.

The neighbors never felt sorry for the grandparents and grandchildren.

Yang Xiaofeng has been helping grandma with chores in the store since he graduated from junior high school.

"Hey, there are few things in the store." Yang Xiaofeng glanced at the somewhat empty storefront and couldn't help but make a sound.

"No, it has been closed for several days because of the lack of stock."

"Hey," Yang Xiaofeng bent over to pick up a box of paper bundles, panted and said, "I'll come back more often in the future."

It's past six o'clock in the morning, but the weather is still a bit hot. After moving back and forth a few times, Yang Xiaofeng's clothes are wet besides sweat.

After finally moving and counting the number of items, Yang Xiaofeng wiped off the sweat on his face with his short-sleeved shirt, and Lao Wang turned around and brought down a box of things.

"When I got the goods, they didn't want them anymore. They said they couldn't sell the defective products, so you can take them."

The box was not sealed yet, so Yang Xiaofeng squatted down and flipped through it, and couldn't help laughing: "SK3? Three forks of love madness? This, ahem, is quite interesting."

"No, you can just figure it out, ah. It's getting late, it's time to go."

"Hey, okay, goodbye, Uncle Wang."

"Yeah, don't send it off, go back and rest."

Yang Xiaofeng returned to the store, took out three forks of Ai Crazy, weighed them, and said solemnly: "Take time to burn one for Ji Songze, so as not to find him again."

After finishing speaking, he briefly arranged the goods and went upstairs.

The author has something to say: I wrote the definition of Earthbound Spirit based on Baidu Encyclopedia.If there is something wrong, you can tell me and I will change it.

I'm in a bad mood, add more at two o'clock