what kind of ghost are you

When Mu Ziyu was an 8-year-old child, she was weak and sick.

When other people's children (such as Yang Yuelin) are busy climbing trees and descending ponds, he can only stay in his bedroom, covered with a thick quilt, and take a drip with one hand, drinking very bitter medicine every day.

It is also unclear why God got sick. It seems that the disease was brought from the mother's womb. Even if the child runs 10 meters, he needs to gasp for breath in place, and he will spit out after eating a little bit of nutritious food.

Mu Ziyu's parents are also very anxious, but the child is also a sensible child, never crying, instead holding Mu's mother's cheeks with immature hands, wiping her tears seriously: "Mom, don't cry, right?" Did Xiaoyu make you angry?"

Mu's mother watched the child lose weight day by day, and her heart felt like a knife.

But the result of the hospital examination is that everything is normal!

Later, it was Grandpa Mu who remembered a good friend he knew in the past. The family has been doing psychic business for generations.

So Grandpa Yang was invited to see a doctor for little Mu Ziyu.

"This is, she was supposed to be entrusted to be a daughter, but it's a pity that she accidentally became a man, and the King of Hades wants to take him..." Grandpa Yang sighed long, twirling his beard.

"Taoist? What, what should I do?"

"This child must at least escape the age of 12, so he can only..."

So there is one more female clothing boss in the world.

Mu Ziyu didn't like this grandfather who asked him to pretend to be a girl, but his body really recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Grandpa Yang came again and brought his 5-year-old grandson with him.

It was the first time Yang Yuelin saw such a big house. While the elders were discussing his illness, he ran to the backyard in a hurry and saw Mu Ziyu wearing a pink skirt.

The hair is not very long, but the immature face is full of indisputable delicacy.

Mu Ziyu tilted his head to look at the child who stood there stupidly staring at him, and said, "Your saliva is coming out."

Yang Yuelin tilted his head and wiped his mouth: "Miss sister, you are so pretty."

"I'm not a young lady."

"Then why are you wearing a skirt?"

...not because of your grandpa.

"You don't talk, you, you are the young lady!"

Mu Ziyu didn't refute, but jumped off the swing, turned around and wanted to leave.

What does he care about with a person who can't even speak clearly?It was a waste of effort!

Yang Yuelin caught up from behind and grabbed his hand: "Miss, let's play together! My name is Yang Yuelin, what's your name?"

"Mu Ziyu."

"Miss, your name sounds nice too!"

I am not a young lady!

Before Mu Ziyu could speak, Yang Yuelin dragged him to run.

Then it was a crazy afternoon.

The two lay exhausted on the grass, Mu Ziyu took Yang Yuelin's soft hand, he was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers.

This is an experience he has never experienced since he was born.

Laughing heartily, running wildly, and having a little partner holding hands... although he looks like a monkey in skin.

And when he was with him, Mu Ziyu even felt that his illness had been cured, and even his breathing was exceptionally smooth.

"Sister Ziyu, this is for you!"

Yang Yuelin gave the amulet around his neck to Mu Ziyu.

"It's my grandfather who made me hungry. He's amazing. After wearing this, even ghosts and monsters can't get close! Hee hee, I'll give it to you."

"How can I have such a precious thing?"

"It's because this is the most precious thing in me, so I want to give it to you! When we grow up, shall we be together?"

"Fool. We can't be together."

How can two boys be together?

"I don't care! I want it!"

Then there was an unreasonable nonsense, and the two of them rolled on the grass, covered with grass clippings.

This time the war ended with Yang Yuelin's victory.

Mu Ziyu was really afraid of him.

He took the amulet, looked at the drowsy Yang Yuelin, and thought his appearance was really funny.

He also gave him his protective jade pendant.

"Then let's exchange it! You keep it for me."

He hung it around Yang Yuelin's neck. Yang Yuelin was unconscious at this moment, nodded in a daze, and fell into Mu Ziyu's arms, holding his hand tightly.

By the time the parents found the two of them, Yang Yuelin had already fallen asleep in Mu Ziyu's arms.

Grandpa Yang embarrassingly picked up Yang Yuelin who was sleeping soundly, and Yang Yuelin's hand held Mu Ziyu tightly, not separating him no matter what.

Grandpa Yang: ...

Mu Ziyu: ...

When Yang Yuelin woke up, it was already the morning of the next day.

Where's Miss Sister?

Where is the beautiful young lady?

Where is his future daughter-in-law?

Yang Yuelin was crying and even went on a hunger strike for a day.

However it didn't help.

At that time, he was too young, and his impression of Mu Ziyu was gradually blurred. He just remembered that there was a beautiful young lady in a pink skirt, who held his hand tightly that afternoon.

He forgot.But Mu Ziyu still remembered.

After the age of 12, Mu Ziyu finally resumed men's clothing, his body recovered, and he began to learn his responsibilities as the eldest son of Mu.

When he saw Yang Yuelin again, he was already a senior who was about to graduate.

On the brightly lit stage, I saw that dazzling person, that familiar smile, and that familiar self-introduction: "Hi everyone, I am Yang Yuelin, and today I bring you a song I like very much. I can like it."

Yang Yuelin.

What a nice name, he thought, just like when they first met.

I haven't seen each other for so many years, but he can see the shadow of that little boy at a glance, and the sweet dimples on the corners of his mouth when he smiles.

And, the feeling of my own heartbeat.

Mu Ziyu felt that there would always be someone who was destined to conquer you.

For him, it was probably because he met a little bastard named Yang Yuelin.

When he was 8 years old, he could not help but give him a different world.

At the age of 21, it made him fall without saying a word.

Even when he happened to meet Yang Yuelin in the cafeteria, when he heard him talking about himself, his heart skipped a beat, the little bastard was still busy grabbing a piece of meat in the bowl with his roommate, nonchalantly Asked: "President of the student council! Who doesn't know? Your gossip is so boring, I will be surprised if he accepts the confession one day!"

asshole!

After flirting with people, forget about them completely?

Mu Ziyu sighed, he really owed this little ancestor in his previous life.

……

I can only work hard on my own to let him know who is the daughter-in-law.

After listening to Mu Ziyu's memories, Yang Yuelin felt ashamed and wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in.

Why do you sound like a scumbag?

"Is there anything you want to say?" Mu Ziyu scratched the tip of his nose affectionately. Fortunately, the hard work for so many years was not in vain.

"I will treat you well in the future!"

"anything else?"

"Hmm... when can you show me that pink dress again?"

"I think your skin is itchy, Yang Xiaolin."

"Hey, just wear it once~"

"Oh? So you like pink dresses?"

"Yes, yes!" Hehe, Mu Ziyu has broad shoulders, legs and long waist, so she must be wearing a skirt...

No, no, no, I can't think about it anymore, my nosebleeds are about to come out.

"Since you like it, you can talk about anything, and the future will be long."

Well, the future is long.