to dig boyfriend's grave

After Shen Jiming filled the porridge, he took a spoon and stirred it to dissipate heat.

"Yo, you really did it?" Lin Jia went out of the room and looked over, there was a bowl of plain porridge with nothing added.

When he was washing his face in the toilet, he looked at himself in the mirror, his face was pale as if he had applied several layers of white wall paint, his eyes were still blue, he looked more like a ghost than Shen Jiming.

It seems that although Boss Shen was able to heal the injury, the blood that bleed out should not automatically return to blood.

"It shouldn't be hot anymore." Shen Jiming pushed the small porcelain bowl away from the table.

Lin Jia sat down and carefully squeezed the small spoon into his mouth, fearing that the small porcelain might break if he pinched it too hard.

I smacked my lips to feel the cooking skills of Mr. Shen, the porridge has a very bland taste.

Miserably miserable.

I don't know why this poem appeared in his mind, making himself laugh.

After laughing for a while, Lin Jia stopped herself, took another two mouthfuls of porridge, remembered something, raised her head to look at Shen Jiming, and pointed to her eyeballs, "Hey, what's the matter with your eyeballs?" ?”

"What's wrong with the eyeballs?" Shen Jiming took out a piece of paper from the side and handed it over. He glanced at Lin Jia's almost empty bowl, "Do you still have some drinks? There's still quite a lot."

"Just the color of your eyeballs. When you were in that alley at the beginning, your eyes had no other color except red, but now the middle eyeball is dark red." Lin Jia stared at Shen Jiming's eyeballs and looked again. Look, it has indeed changed back to the original. He reached out to pick up the bowl and poured all the remaining porridge into his mouth, "Don't take this little bowl of porridge, it's not enough for me to drink in one mouthful, just bring the bowl Bar."

Shen Jiming got up and took the rice cooker directly, and specially provided Lin Jia with a large spoon, the kind used to hold soup.

"...Oops." Lin Jia turned around and saw Shen Jiming coming out with a pot in his arms, he couldn't hold back his smile, "Crazy."

Shen Jiming put the porridge in front of Lin Jia, smiled and handed over the spoon in his hand.

"Ah..." Lin Jia sighed, what he wanted was a pot, not a pot.

Holding this pot, he always felt like a pig snatching food, throwing away the spoon and burying his head in it would open the arch.

After taking two sips, Lin Jia suddenly raised his head, "You haven't said what's wrong with your eyeballs."

"...En?" Shen Jiming was staring at Lin Jia in a daze, and jumped off the stool when Lin Jia was so frightened.

Lin Jia was taken aback by Shen Jiming's reaction, holding a big spoon, "You...are you scared?"

Shen Jiming nodded and sat back on the stool again.

Lin Jia lowered her head and held back for a while, but she couldn't hold back. She threw the spoon into the pot, leaned back on the chair and started laughing.

When Shen Jiming looked at Lin Jia holding his belly and laughing and started to twitch, he helplessly pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled after Lin Jia, "Stop laughing, the porridge should be cold."

"Aren't you a ghost? Are ghosts still scared?" Lin Jia rubbed her aching stomach from laughing.

"En." Shen Jiming nodded solemnly, "We ghosts will not only be frightened, but also ridiculed by you humans."

"...I won't laugh anymore." Lin Jia admitted her cowardice very simply, picked up the spoon and uncorked it.

Very comfortable.

Getting along with Shen Jiming is very comfortable, not only because of the inexplicable familiarity and natural atmosphere between them

Also, Shen Jiming.

Boss Shen is very comfortable, Lin Jia always feels like she is being touched along her hair when she is with him.

It's as comfortable as lounging and squinting to sleep in the sun.

"Jiazi, come over for dinner." Ye Fan patted Lin Jia's shoulder, "Where do you sit and think about spring."

"You're thinking of spring." Lin Jia dug himself up from the sofa, he went back to the hotel after drinking the porridge yesterday, and there was still his play in the next morning, so he had to go back and memorize the lyrics, besides, Smelly was still in the hotel room inside.

Boss Shen brought him here with a single teleportation. When he came out this morning, Shen Jiming still wanted to come with him, but he kept him in the room and watched him smelly.

Lin Jia didn't dare to bring Smelly to the crew anymore, some people's hearts were not only dark but also bubbling, bubbling all day long.

But ever since that idiot Robin was warned by Ye Fan, Lin Jia never met him on set, and she didn't know whether she was avoiding him on purpose or had already left.

"Why don't single young people think about spring?" Ye Fan came over with a rice bowl and smiled meanly, "Look at your own pale face, tsk tsk tsk, I think you will be close to kidney deficiency if you go on like this street."

"Get out." Lin Jia put the rice in his mouth, took the time to writhe his hand and gave Ye Fan a middle finger, "You know what a fart."

"Not only do I know farts, I also know you." Ye Fan said, "Don't be single all the time, your sister-in-law has saved a lot of pictures of beautiful girls with you, you should go see them when you have time."

"Hey..." Lin Jia sighed, "Didn't I say that I don't like girls?"

"Ah!" Seeing that Lin Jia didn't take the bait, Ye Fan yelled in despair, "There are pretty guys too! See you or not, even if you want to find a boyfriend, at least you have someone to chat with you for a while."

Boy friend?

When Lin Jia heard this word, it was a ghost that flashed in Lin Jia's mind...

What's the matter with boyfriend Guan Shen Jiming?

Why is there Shen Jiming's face.

But before his thoughts completely diverged, Lin Jia decisively cut off this little spark that had just started.

Lin Jia patted himself on the head and swallowed the food in his mouth, "Don't look for it, I've lived through this shit, even angels don't like us, so why don't I find another pile of shit to be my companion? Come on. , It’s enough to smell my own stink, and I have to blow other people’s, it’s better to be a piece of shit myself.”

Ye Fan was so irritated by Lin Jia's description that he couldn't swallow food, but at the same time he felt a little sad.

He is very clear about Lin Jia's previous life, but after all, some things did not happen to him, so how could he have so much empathy.

He just feels bad.

"It's up to you." Ye Fan sighed, but still suppressed the food in his mouth, "Whether it's a boyfriend or a girlfriend, as long as you like it."

Lin Jia bowed his head to eat when he heard this sentence, raised his head and smiled at Ye Fan, he knew Ye Fan understood.

It's not that he doesn't want to fall in love and find a boyfriend, but this kind of thing is about fate. Besides, he can't even afford a toilet in this city with the little money he has now, so he has to Climb up again, swim forward, or it will be a pile of shit.

After finally getting rid of those maggots, he wants to be a pile of golden shit.