My dead ghost husband is still alive

Zhou An knew why he was confused. He lowered his head guiltily and put his fist against his lips: "Cough, briquettes, let's go home."

Turning around to ask the clerk for help, the young lady came to open the cage, but saw two clerks dumbfounded, as if they were frightened by them.

Zhou An's complexion changed, and he quickly distanced himself from Zhong Lin.I was so excited just now that I forgot to avoid suspicion, so I just ran over and hugged her.

After all, it is a society where homosexuality has not yet been legalized, and there are many incomprehensible and homophobic people in the crowd.

"What's wrong?" The arrogant star Zhong Lin didn't have any worries in this regard.He generously put his arms around Zhou An's shoulders, and brought him to his side. That kind of intimacy didn't look like relatives at first glance, and only couples could explain it.

Following Zhou An's line of sight, he saw two surprised shop assistants, and he raised his eyebrows: "Do you mind if others know?"

"Not really." Zhou An felt the strength on his shoulders, suddenly relaxed his body, and said with a smile, "You two, please help me release the cat."

"Oh, ok..." The two shop assistants came back to their senses, and then their faces flushed.It seemed that he didn't understand, but he didn't say anything.

One of them observed them secretly with curious eyes. When handing over the cat, he couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Bibble's father, are you lovers?"

She didn't dare to ask Zhong Lin, but Zhou An, who had a gentle temper.

"Yes." Zhou An opened the cat bag with a smile and put the briquettes in it.

"Meow!" Briquette yelled suddenly, trying to escape from the prison.

Zhong Lin stretched out his hand swiftly, grabbed the increasingly mischievous little hairball, and stuffed it into the cat bag prepared by Zhou An with one hand.

Zhou An's eyes were straightened by Lei Ting's method, and he said with a smile, "I finally know why briquettes hate you."

"..." Zhong Lin thought to himself, Zhou An would never know the reason why the briquettes hate him.

He didn't help to carry the cat because there were several bags of things at the door.

"Do you need my help?" Zhou An held up a hand.Lu Shan helped carry his luggage up.

"No need." Zhong Lin took the hand that was reaching out, and took him directly back to his home.

"No..." Zhou An stood at the door and refused to go in. He pulled out his palm and pointed to the cat on the other hand: "I'll put it back first."

This little ancestor has been yelling in the cat bag, wishing he could come out and have fun right away.

Zhou An quickly took it home, put it in the living room and let it run around: "Little villain, you are not allowed to grab the sofa, you know? Be obedient."

"An'an." Lu Shan's voice came from the bathroom.

"Mom, I'll go to Zhong Lin's for dinner, and you can handle the dinner yourself." Zhou An hesitated for a moment, sighed, and felt that it was not the time to have a showdown with Lu Shan.

After a few days, she will go to get a recipe suggestion from a nutritionist. She should only think that her son just wants to keep healthy?

Back to the room with his schoolbag in hand, Zhou An ran to the opposite side... The guy didn't even close the door, the door of his house was wide open.

Zhou An came in and closed the door.

I don't know why, even stepping on the floor of Zhong Lin's house, I feel extremely guilty, and the soles of my feet feel a little cold.

He dropped his schoolbag and looked around the living room.

The curtains are all drawn, as if no one has lived there for several days, or maybe this is Zhong Lin's habit, he doesn't like too bright light.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, and Zhou An walked over quietly.

"..." Zhong Lin stopped chopping vegetables, and slowly turned to look at the door.

With the blade in his hand and the cold side face, the picture felt aggressive, and it took two seconds for the change to happen, because he saw Zhou An.

It turned out that Zhong Lin looked like this when he was alone.

Zhou An exhaled softly, patted himself on the chest: "Zhong Lin." He walked in: "Are you going to cook for me from now on?"

In the future, he will not be allowed to eat outside fast food at school, and he is worrying about this problem.

"Every day?" Zhong Lin was slightly stunned, then turned around and said, "Recently, as long as you don't go home to eat, I can make it for you."

I didn't say a specific time limit because I don't know when I can live.

"I don't go home to eat. My mother doesn't need me to accompany her. She has Uncle He." Zhou An smiled and came to rub him against him: "You only have me to accompany you."

"..." Zhong Lin's wrist holding the knife trembled, and his face concealed the pain and happiness in the dark: "Don't rub me, be careful and you will be responsible if you rub it."

Zhou An crossed his arms and said, "Which time have I not been responsible?" He tugged and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, I also have to cook for me at noon, which is light and nutritious, with less oil and salt, and don't put any seasoning."

"Understood." Although the request was very strange, Zhong Lin did not refuse: "What is the result of the hospital examination? Why do you ask for this?" Generally speaking, this is the eating habit that only the elderly tend to prefer.

"That is to say... the digestive system is not very good, so I can't get fat all the time." Zhou An said.

"Send it to your school at noon?" Zhong Lin cut up the vegetables, put them in glass bowls, and marinated them with seasonings habitually... He picked up the seasonings and opened the lid, but finally threw them into the trash can.

All the seasonings are thrown away, leaving only cornstarch and the like.

"..." Zhou An clenched his fists, his heart was full of emotions, and he said in a choked voice, "Make me a lunch box at noon. There is a microwave oven in the classroom."

There are not many students who bring meals, and it is convenient to use.

"There is no freshly cooked health." Zhong Lin cleared the table and turned to look at him: "I will deliver it to you when I'm not busy." I wanted to tell him to take care of himself in the future, but he couldn't say anything like his last words. Same tirade.

He never wants to experience the feeling of saying all the love words at once in his life.

"You go out." He rolled up the cuffs that were not flexible enough.

"I'll help you." Zhou An took over the work, his fingers were nimble and warm, the temperature of his fingertips was as high as Zhong Lin's arm.

After finishing his sleeves, he said, "I'll go out to do my homework and wait for you."

He has been playing since the summer vacation, and Zhou An hasn't moved his head yet. No wonder Lu Shan said that he has a wild mind. If this continues, he really only wants to fall in love and look at his phone.

"Old man, old man, Chinese New Year is coming soon! Have you finished your homework?" I have to leave relatives after the Chinese New Year, so I don't have time to do my homework.

That's right, the Chinese New Year is almost here, every winter vacation before the Chinese New Year, Zhou An finishes all his homework.

Wang Shuo only needs to borrow it two days before the Chinese New Year, and copy it non-stop, OK!

"I'm sorry, old man, I haven't done my homework yet..." Zhou An's voice was full of guilt, and he could bear the future of two people on his shoulders: "However, I should be there soon, don't worry, I will definitely let you go before school starts." You're done copying."

"Then I might as well borrow Liu Lin's test paper..." Wang Shuo was also very depressed. It was not common for his old school master to lose his chain.

"You reconciled with her?" It's a miracle that they can still do this after the love triangle happened.

"What is the direct relationship between reconciliation and copying homework?" Wang Shuo replied meanly.

"You're amazing." Zhou An rolled the sofa and said, "Old Tie, I'm in love." The corners of his mouth turned up, whispering.

"What?" Wang Shuo jumped three feet high: "I don't believe it. You, a person who puts the most emphasis on learning, can fall in love. I don't believe it." Even more shameless: "Do you know what love is? Not together Learning to share exam experience together is not about complaining about how unpalatable the food in the cafeteria is..."

"It's about eating and sleeping together, being happy or unhappy together." Zhou An whispered, "Or orgasm together?"

"Pfft——" Wang Shuo rolled down from his sofa, fell into the mud, and his forehead hurt: "My mother, Zhou An, are you still my Zhou An? You're talking dirty jokes, My mother..." He couldn't believe it to death.

"That's why I told you that I'm in a relationship." Zhou An smiled, and after playing tricks on Wang Shuo, he was in a better mood: "Do your homework, bye."

Throwing the phone away, the corners of his mouth still couldn't stop turning up, his face full of silly expressions.

Standing in the dark with a pot of rice, the young man stopped subconsciously, cherishing the scene he saw at this moment.

The people he loves stay at his home and are about to eat the meals he cooked with his own hands. Such ordinary days are coming to an end.

The passage of every minute and every second feels extravagant, and I can't wait to break it apart, divide it into several parts, and enjoy it slowly.

Since waking up today, his body has suddenly improved, but Zhong Lin did not relax because of this, instead he felt a sense of radiance.

He didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly came out of the dark, put down the rice bowl: "Clean up the table and prepare to eat."

"Yes." Zhou An put away his school supplies, jumped off the chair and washed his hands, "Zhong Lin, can I invite my good friend over for dinner?"

"When?" The young man in a white shirt looked at Zhou An through a few strands of falling bangs.

"Well, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow for Chinese New Year. By the way, my mother will order a lot of things during Chinese New Year, including braised meat and so on..." Zhou An worried while washing his hands, "Maybe there will be braised pork knuckles."

"No eating." Zhong Lin passed him with a light home-cooked meal: "During the Chinese New Year, you will not be free, right?"

"I'm free." He shook his hands and chased after him: "Uh..." Didn't notice, the other party stopped, and continued to talk with his forehead against his back: "After all, there are many things I can't eat, so go out with her Is it necessary to go out to eat?"

I don't want anyone to give in to my miserable recipe, except Zhong Lin.

"Then follow me." He walked out.

The appearance of wearing an apron didn't make the breath of his body much softer. The whole person was still sharp and cold like a knife.

"Well! I'll tell my mom when the time comes." The recipe suggestion table should be put on the agenda as soon as possible, so that Lu Shan can accept his insistence as soon as possible.

When the other party asked, he said... Preserve health in advance, and want to live to 120 years old.

Speaking of which, there were still more than 20 hours before Zhong Lin received the email: "Alas..." Zhou An secretly sighed, and hadn't figured out how to speak yet.

The light dishes made by Zhong Lin looked very good. Zhou An took the first bite and stuffed it into his mouth, his eyes lit up immediately: "Thank you, it's delicious." He was so excited holding the bowl: "If In the future, I will always eat the dishes you cook, even if I eat dishes without seasoning for the rest of my life."

"..." Zhong Lin lowered his head and ate silently.

It is his Achilles' heel for a lifetime, it hurts when he steps on it, almost tried and tested, never escaped.

This lifeless silence recurred repeatedly, and Zhou An soon realized that it was related to the sensitive vocabulary of "Lifetime" and "Always".

"..." Zhou An burst into tears, he wanted to say but dared not, so he could only open his mouth to eat.

"Boom..." Zhong Lin put down his bowl and let out a clear voice: "Sorry." He tried his best to laugh and adjusted the atmosphere on the dinner table: "I'm not too hungry, eat slowly by yourself, eat more."

"..." Zhou An's eyes were filled with tears, his fingers grasping the chopsticks couldn't be controlled: "That..."

Looking up, Zhong Lin had already walked past him: "I'm going to take a shower, you remember to finish your meal..." Turning her head, she lightly warned: "If you don't finish eating, you will regret it."

"What?" Zhou An forgot what he was going to say, he felt like fainting, he couldn't finish all the food by himself.