818 The actor who was raised by my milk

The new moon is in the sky, casting a smiling face in the middle of the lake.

Underworld.

The underworld is divided into nine upper and lower floors, with Wangchuan as the boundary and reflections of each other.

The terrain is wide in the middle and narrow at both ends, like pulling out two pyramids, cut them and put them together to form a regular rhombus.

Baili Wangchuan irrigates the endless jade branch marriage trees on both sides of the river. The love in the world is separated and combined. The beauty of No. [-] Difu.

Just like the sea-view house in the world, the underworld also pays attention to Fengshui landscape, the closer the land is to the River of Forgetfulness, the more valuable it is.

The most precious Mingjun on the upper nine floors and the most powerful Guishuai on the lower nine floors respectively occupy the two floors closest to Wangchuan. When the weather is good, you can see the emerald phoenix trees in front of Yanjun Palace from Guishuai’s house, and all kinds of sparrows. Birds and flowers have fallen on a layer; when the weather is bad, you can see the ghost fire and ghost lanterns on the eaves of Guishuai from Yanjun's courtyard. There is no wind and it is automatic, shaking back and forth like a convulsion.

There is a clear division of labor between the upper and lower floors.

Those who manage people on the upper nine floors, whoever dies and who lives, must write down in a small notebook.

Whoever dares to be dishonest in the lower nine levels of management ghosts, catch them without saying a word and peel off a layer of skin first.

However, since the Feng family took over the upper nine floors, the entire underworld has seen a new atmosphere of democracy and civilization. The current Lord Ming adheres to the principle of putting ghosts first and advancing with the times, and has carried out systematic spiritual civilization for all resident and non-resident ghosts. educate.

There are more and more good ghosts and fewer and fewer evil ghosts. After a hundred years, it seems that the upper nine floors have become more lively and the lower nine floors have become more deserted.

In the peaceful years, Guishuai and his old man were idle and bored. He had no intention of official business for hundreds of years, and spent most of his time at home tossing flowers and plants.

As a result, the Shuai Mansion, which used to be full of ghosts and wolves, has been reduced to a botanical garden in the underworld. Tour groups from the upper nine floors often come across the water to visit the front yard of the Shuai Mansion.

Of course, only the front yard can be visited, and the back yard is the private space of Guishuai and his old man. Not to mention ordinary ghosts, even black and white impermanence dare not approach easily.

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and you can’t treat a tiger as a cat just because it has pads on its paws. The ghosts of the underworld, from eighty to eight years old, know Guishuai and his glorious deeds. I think that he was the one who helped him to take office when he took office, and later that tyrannical and ruthless underworld ruler was pushed down from the throne by his own hands.

There is an old saying among ghosts: You are not afraid of the king of hell setting fire, but you are afraid of the handsome ghost lighting a lamp.

A layer of mist formed on the Forgotten River.

The black classic car drove to the back door of the handsome mansion, the tall figure got out of the car clapping his folding fan, and entered the courtyard in a good mood.

The backyard of the Shuai Mansion drew water from the Wang River to make a living waterway, irrigated a field of precious flowers and plants, and the crimson moonlight painted a thin layer of powder on the tips of the flowers, leaves and grass. The military adviser of the Shuai Mansion did research. There is a moon and fog, which is the best way to enjoy flowers. The grass is in good season, but his Guishuai left a large piece of rare flowers and plants today and went to toss the branch he picked up.

The branches are as thick as a wrist, about ten feet long, and the whole body is white and transparent, like a work of art carved from ice and jade.

If this thing grows in the human world, it must be considered a treasure, but it is not unusual at all in the underworld. The River of Forgetfulness stretches for hundreds of miles, and on both sides of the bank, every branch of the marriage tree has this virtue.

It's just that the marriage tree is strictly protected by the dark law, so it's quite rare to be able to break off a section.

More than ten years ago, this branch floated unsteadily into the Shuai's mansion along the Wangchuan River, and then it got stuck in the narrow part of the waterway and didn't move.The military division and some ghost soldiers took a lot of effort to pull it out. When they were about to dispose of it as garbage, they were bumped into by the ghost commander.

That year, Guishuai was both a homebody and a Buddha. He was obsessed with a new thing called "Karesansui" in a certain island country in the world. When he saw a tree branch, he immediately snatched it, saying that it could be used as a visual center in his artistic creation.

Within a day, we moved flowers, planted grass, and diverted the waterway, which made all the ghosts want to jump into the oil pan, and finally produced the so-called dry landscape. The whole yard is bald, and you have to look carefully to see it. They are not ordinary stones, but raw soul jade stones, each of which is worth thousands of gold.

Among the piles of stones, a waterway less than one foot wide forms a circle in the yard and merges into a three-foot-wide pool at the golden section point. The pool is filled with black wind-breathing stones and stands in the middle of the small pool. Yes, it is the branch that I picked up.

The color scheme is black and white, and the military master doesn't understand the aesthetics of handsome ghosts. He just thinks that the courtyard looks like a zebra-print carpet from a distance, which is a bit tacky.

Guishuai is playful and forgetful. In his own words, the most important thing in a work of art is the process rather than the result. What's more, he already has the result. Layer digging stump went.

Originally, this matter should have passed like this, no one mentioned it, Gui Shuai couldn't remember it himself, just find a ghost soldier to pull out the broken branch and it's over.

But maybe the Shuai Mansion is too full of aura, or the soul jade is too thick, or some indescribable reaction happened between the soul jade and the wind breath stone, in short, the dead branch, unexpectedly, came back to life up.

The old man Guishuai was very happy at that time, saying that the rejuvenation of the dead tree was a good sign, and with a wave of his big hand, he sprinkled a handful of elixir with extremely powerful spiritual power in the pond.

At that time, there was no ferry between the upper and lower ninth floors, and it was very inconvenient to exchange news, so the Shuaifu didn't hear the news that the sky exploded on the upper ninth floor - His Highness Ninth Prince cut down a marriage tree.

To be precise, it is not cutting down the tree, but cutting off the branch, and the main branch of the marriage tree is cut off with one sword.

The main branch represents a person's natal marriage. If the main branch is broken, the person corresponding to this tree will be born alone in this life. Of course, if the main branch is gone, there will be side branches, but the side branches only Blooming but not fruiting, in human terms, is a rotten peach blossom.

It is said that His Royal Highness Ninth Prince was in a bad mood at that time, and he chopped off a tree branch and threw it into the river.

Regarding this matter, the ghost people have many doubts. First of all, isn't His Highness the Ninth Prince sent to the human world by Yan Jun to practice?Why did you run back just seven years ago?

Second, why would he do this?Ming Fa attaches great importance to environmental protection, so cutting down trees recklessly to break people's marriage will be punished by lightning. Has he reached the stage of rebellion ahead of schedule?

Regarding these gossips, Guishuai said that he is not interested in knowing at all. He just wants to take good care of his twigs, wait for them to sprout and bloom, and then use the flowered twigs to create a new set of art works.

More than ten years have passed, and the branches have finally grown buds, but Guishuai's thoughts have changed like the wind.

Perhaps something went wrong after being idle for too long, and Guishuai, who has been single for thousands of years, actually wants to fall in love.

Picking up the marriage tree itself shows that there is a relationship, and it is still the main branch, and it has come back to life, and it is about to bloom.

So the superstitious Guishuai consulted a bunch of fashion magazines, read a few prostitution guides, and ran to the world excitedly.

It's a pity that the methods were old-fashioned and failed to succeed once.

But Guishuai didn't seem discouraged at all, on the contrary, he was in a good mood. As soon as he returned to his house, he would cat in the yard, water and fertilize his twigs, and occasionally laugh a few times inexplicably.

The military advisers and ghost soldiers hadn't heard Guishuai laugh for hundreds of years, and a few cowards jumped out of the frying pan in fright.

Guishuai scratched the branch with his slender fingers, "My friend, I didn't expect that you are quite handsome."

Military division: "I said handsome, why are you using adjectives indiscriminately? Nowadays, when people praise men for their good looks, the general saying is that they are handsome, and if they are fashionable, they are handsome."

Guishuai followed the good advice, and said to the branch: "My friend, you look so handsome."

military adviser:"……"

So you still want to learn how others fall in love?My heart is so tired, I can't take it anymore.

A new moon over Wangchuan illuminates both the underworld and the human world.

Jiuxiandian, an expensive neighborhood in the central area.

At midnight, Chi Ming sneezed.

Perhaps because of the rain, he caught a little cold, so he cooked himself a pot of old ginger and brown sugar to keep out the cold, and took a picture of Shen Danqing, intending to trick the other party into sending a red envelope, but Shen Danqing saved his picture. Yes, change it, change it, and use his account to post a Weibo.

[Papa Chi's little fur ball]: Papa Chi, this is brown sugar ginger water, hahaha!Are you here, uncle?

[Papa Chi's little furball]: I'm sorry, Dad, I know you have a cold, so be careful not to catch a cold!But I still want to laugh, what should I do hahaha, okay, I will give you a shoulder!

[Xiaoming Xiaoming Xiaoming]: Although I’m sorry for Chi Daddy, but I also laughed_(:з」∠)_Uncle is fine

[The little padded jacket is here]: Dad, ignore them!Hurry up and hold on to the little padded jacket!Make a magic trick to help you cure your cold!

……

Although he saw a lot of jokes about his uncle, Chi Ming still felt warm in his heart. Of course, he also knew that part of the reason why these people fanned him and cared about him was because of previous misunderstandings, and the other part was because he always sent messages to his family. Maoqiu, accidentally fucked himself with a loving old father.

No matter what, since these people like him, Chi Ming doesn't want to let them down, he will definitely do his best in the next play.

Holding brown sugar water in his arms, Chi Ming stayed up all night to review a few professional books, only to realize at two o'clock in the morning that he hadn't prepared a gift for the little dude yet.

The original plan was to buy it when he came back from the amusement park, but it was raining too much at that time, and he went to the studio to take a promotional photo in the afternoon and didn't have time, so he procrastinated and forgot about it.

What's worse, he didn't even think about what to give.

Xiao Wandan doesn't lack anything, no matter what he gives, Xiao Wandan can buy better ones himself.

Chi Ming struggled for a while, anyway, he couldn't buy gifts at this time, and he might not be able to choose the right one for going out tomorrow, so let's get a spare first.

The little dandy loves sugar, so he melted the rock sugar at home in a small pot, added some milk powder, sprinkled organic dried fruit and nuts bought for his son, used popsicle molds as sugar molds, and poked them in the middle. Bamboo sticks, made a few lollipops.

By the next day, Chi Ming probably woke up and his mind was clear. Looking at the lollipops, he felt ugly and frustrating, so he packed them in a small box and stuffed them in his bag. Although he still carried them, I don't intend to send it anymore.

On the way, he bought a little yellow bird night light, wrapped it carefully and took it to the address given by the little dandy.

The destination is not the rich man's apartment that he has heard of, but a villa in the suburbs.

The small detached house doesn't look big from the outside, and it doesn't have the arrogance of bulingbuling. On the contrary, because of the red bricks decorated on the outer wall, it brings some nostalgic fireworks.

In the yard, you can see a layer of newly sprouted lawn grass, which hasn't fully grown yet. The little dude should have just moved in not long ago.

As soon as Chi Ming arrived at the door, Uncle Bai who was waiting there led the way and led him into the living room.

Yan Jiu was sitting on the sofa. He didn't wear a hoodie or a big sweater today. He was wearing an ironed black shirt, which looked quite formal and made him look more mature than usual.

As soon as Yan Jiu saw Chi Ming, he asked, "Are you having a cold?"

Chi Ming: "It's okay, I've caught a cold, I'll be fine after drinking ginger soup."

When he took the night light out of his bag, he accidentally brought out the candy box. He felt ashamed, so he handed the night light to Yan Jiu with one hand, and picked up the box with the other hand and stuffed it back into the bag.

"Happy birthday, this is a gift for you, it's quite ordinary, don't dislike it."

Yan Jiu held the gift box, "Can it be opened?"

Chi Ming: "Of course, if you give it to you, it's yours."

Yan Jiu slowly unpacked the packing box, took out the night light of the little yellow bird, and slightly bent her eyes into a nice arc, "It's cute, is it right to put it in the bedroom?"

"Yes, this is a night light, rechargeable, with touch and voice control."

Yan Jiu held the night lamp with his left hand, and gently grabbed Chi Ming's sleeve with his right hand, leading him upstairs.

When you are a new guest at someone's house, it is very normal for the owner to show you around the house, but Yan Jiu took him directly to his bedroom.

Chi Ming hadn't tried entering the bedroom as soon as he arrived at someone's house, but before he could think about it, Yan Jiu pointed to the bird lamp and asked, "Where is it suitable?"

The tone of Xiao Wandan's speech today was different from usual, not so smooth, with a little more ups and downs.

Chi Ming took the lamp, put it on the small wooden table next to the bed, and then patted it to turn on the lamp, "It's usually placed here."

It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun outside the window was still dazzling.

Yan Jiu walked slowly to the window, drew the curtains, and then closed the door as if the light was too bright.

The curtains are very good at shading, the room is as dark as in the evening, and the night light immediately becomes the visual center.

Chi Ming thought to himself, this gift is a good choice, although it is cheap, but the effect is quite good, and the shape is also cute, suitable for children like little playboys who eat candy all day long.

Yan Jiu patted on the wall, the night light was very sensitive to voice control, and immediately dimmed.

All the furnishings in the room had only outlines left, and the two people had only silhouettes left.

"Chi Ming—" Yan Jiu spoke suddenly, his voice seemed to be twisted into a long thread, half a beat slower than usual.

Although Chi Ming couldn't see clearly, he also turned to Yan Jiu, "Huh?"

Yan Jiu was silent for a moment, then exhaled softly, "Deng, very cute."

"Just as long as you like it, do you think it's okay to put it here?" Chi Ming touched the lamp, and the little yellow bird lit up again, and the warm colors were reflected in Yan Jiu's eyes, like two small flames.

Yan Jiu looked at it and said, "Let's stay for dinner."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Baili's name was changed by one word, and he used the original brain hole. Let emmm find out when he sees it next time.