About the Reaper living next door

"About the Reaper Living Next Door" Author: Sansuke Qishaotang

Introduction

Some people may not believe it, but the handsome guy who lived next to Ke Fu and has not done his job for four years is a god of death.

The other party has a friend who is a soul catcher and a Taoist stepmother. The most incredible thing is that his boss is Lord Yan.

Ke Fu likes him and wants to date him.

But he said coldly: The God of Death forbids to talk about love during working hours.

Happy Fighting the Landlord to win the spell, 50 yuan to bet on the attack of the old monster, are the rules of your spirit world so sloppy?

What, going to hell?What, he also has spiritual power?

Excuse me, forget about the rest, may I ask if the yellow-haired god of death in your family can be taken away?

[Demining: 6 years old age difference, there is a setting of attacking and acting like a baby, the progress is slow in the early stage, it is not good-looking x3]

*Ke Fu x Lin Jiang (four voices) Chen

* A taciturn wife and a milk dog Gong x Do not do business for a year and suffer

*The former is an attack, please do not stand by the wrong w

Who is 00?

After a breath, Ke Fu was able to see his brows and eyes clearly.

A lake-colored long gown with thin silver embossed patterns embroidered on a blue background, a pen and a thick stack of bills pinned to his waist, and nothing like the Ke Fu he had seen before, except for those familiar pairs that seemed to hide his light. beyond the eyes.

Ke Fu remembered that when he first met him, those eyes were what he liked the most.

The light golden pupils glowed with luster, clear, bright, and did not dodge.

Thousands of words were stuck in his throat, but Ke Fu still obeyed the human design, shortening shock, panic and unbelievable to the most concise two words——

"grim Reaper?"

"..." One hit.

Lin Jiangchen, who was at work, was a little embarrassed.

While performing official duties in the hospital ward, he was bumped into by a handsome neighbor who hadn't seen anyone once in several years, but had been able to meet him at least a dozen times in the past week, and his identity was accurately stamped.

During the tens of seconds of silent confrontation, Lin Jiangchen was guessing, this young man could actually see the god of death, and what identity was hidden behind him.

Ke Fu was full of doubts, scanning Lin Jiangchen's single clothes up and down like a curious baby.

——Exquisite quality, a little want to touch.

Lin Jiangchen adjusted his mentality, took a deep breath, and sat on one side leaning on the window sill, his mouth curled up slightly.

"Would you believe me if I said no?"

Ke Fu stood up straight and explained calmly: "I'm a screenwriter."

Lin Jiangchen took it for granted: "I know."

The archives held by the God of Death Bureau have records of everyone since their birth, not to mention that Ke Fu is his close neighbor, so there is no reason not to check it out in advance.

Ke Fu repeated: "I, the screenwriter."

Lin Jiangchen was swinging his feet in the air, wondering what Ke Fu's intention was, and asked him impatiently, "Okay, what are you going to say?"

Ke Fu smiled: "If you weren't—"

Lin Jiangchen took a breath, and heard the other party continue:

"That line is pretty solid."

"..."

Lin Jiangchen's few professionalism is on the verge of breaking down.

tbc.

01 Brainstorming?

Back in time half a week ago, the night when the two met for the first time.

Ke Fu carried up the last two boxes of luggage, and closed the door with his feet.

The cardboard boxes were all piled up on one side, and he dug out the bottle of orange juice he had just bought from the convenience bag, gulped it down in two gulps, his thirsty throat and heart were satisfied, and his life was full of hope again.

"It's all over?" Hearing the sound of closing the door, the person on the other end of the phone asked.

Before Ke Fu went downstairs to pick up the last batch of boxes, he just received a WeChat call from his roommate Yang Fan. After a few words with the person, he simply did not hang up. He turned his phone on speakerphone and threw it aside, and went downstairs to move things first. .

"The apartment you live in is really pitiful. When will the elevator not be well maintained? With so many things, it takes several trips to move them..."

The person on the other end started chattering, talking endlessly: "Brother drank too much after you left yesterday, and you also know that brother is as strong as a cow, and Xiao Yuzi and I struggled to lift it, the three of us are beside us I stayed in a big-bed room for one night in an express hotel, and it was almost squeezed to death."

"Hmm." Ke Fu bit the water bottle and squeaked vaguely.

The man was not very happy: "What kind of reaction is 'uh'."

"Yes, I feel very sympathetic." Ke Fu smiled and said, "It will be convenient for me to change the place next time."

Four years ago, he chose a one-room apartment in the urban area close to the west market. It is quite far from the bustling business district. The whole community basically lives here for the elderly. The environment is not pleasant, but fortunately, it has complete facilities and is accessible in all directions. .

The subway entrance and the bus station are at the corner street opposite the community, and it is close to Ke Fu's current company and school, which is quite convenient.

But for him who was just financially independent at that time, the most attractive point was-cheap.

"It's convenient, you just want to successfully fool us, so you don't have to go out!" The other party swears: "I don't know you yet?!"

The implication: who can be as lazy as you?

Ke Fu took a sip of water calmly after being exposed, he couldn't deny it.

In the line of screenwriting, Ke Fu can be described as a bug-like existence among his contemporaries.

I started to contribute in junior high school, and I was already a well-known writer in high school.Jumped two grades in a row and was admitted to Dream University at the age of 17.

She came from a major, with a solid writing style and a good appearance. The script she wrote casually in her sophomore year was picked up by Mo Jiu, a senior who went back to school to give a lecture, and recommended it to her crew. Within two days, she received a signing notice for the script.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or luck, but the director responsible for making Ke Fu's script into a movie is Chen Ruiyan, one of the directors who get soft hands for masterpieces today.

A movie lasted for two and a half hours. When the film crew was short of an extra performer, they pulled Ke Fu, who was watching from the sidelines, up. Ke Huaping stood there for five or six seconds and gathered a group of fans. Seeing his potential, the producer suggested When he was considering debuting, Ke Fu only said one sentence——

'It's too tiring not to debut. '

As above, the classic six-character mantra was somehow spread in the school. When they returned to the courtyard, those who couldn't see Ke Fu's success wished him to graduate quickly and get out of school.

As a result, Ke Fu went on summer vacation within two days of filming with the crew after leaving school. When school started again, he returned with the title of best new screenwriter.

Not only did it not roll, but it also came with a blood buff.

Ke Fu entered the school first, and the film and television company he had worked with came to him immediately. He wanted to refuse on the pretext of defending a thesis in his senior year, but the other party tried again and again, and finally accepted him as a potential rookie screenwriter. people's income.

However, this is just a glamorous layer on the surface. Only the roommate who spends time with him knows what Ke Fu is like.

Ke Fu seems to be aloof and low-key, but Yang Fan, his childhood sweetheart who shares the same courtyard with him, knows it very well.

Ke Fu is a person, first of all, he doesn't like to move, and second, he is afraid of trouble. The combination of the two makes people mistakenly give people the aura of the flower of Gaoling.In essence, he is greedy for food and playful, easy-going and has no temper, and he is a good old man.

Ke Fu is notoriously lazy.

Obviously my home is in Lincheng, and it only took two hours to go back and forth, so I rented a new apartment outside, and went back to the apartment to live on my own during the long vacation. I would never go home until New Year’s Eve. Fiddle with food in the dormitory, amuse yourself, and be self-sufficient.

If it wasn't for getting the contract this time, the workload of the company would increase dramatically, and it would be difficult to work after the dormitory was locked. The situation forced Ke Fu to be too lazy to come out of the dormitory and move to the vacant apartment on weekdays.

Yang Fan is a few years older than him, and he always has endless worries. He understands these reasons, but he still can't help talking: "If you move, you can move, and it's better to be closer to the company you signed with, but can you take advantage of this opportunity?" A chance to find another decent place?"

Ke Fu was puzzled: "What's wrong here?"

"Brother, believe me, normal people can't find a worse house than yours with their toes. There is a row of high-end apartments on the east side, so you have to come here."

"...It's too far over there, I'm too tired." He frowned.

Yang Fan was shocked: "I'm tired after being so close, Mr. Ke, do you have kidney deficiency...Then why don't you just buy a car, since you have to go to work anyway, it's not too much to equip yourself with a car, right?"

"Driving is even more tiring, so it's better not to move." After Ke Fuxi finished, he got up and picked up the phone from the sofa, pressed the speakerphone and stuck it to the side of his face, Yang Fan's voice hit his ears.

Yang Fan rolled his eyes straightly: "Then why don't you ask Mr. Ke not tired? Are you tired from debut?"

Ke Fu returned to school with the rookie award, and his roommates often teased him, calling him "Teacher Ke".

"Can you not bring up the Tao..." Ke Fu thought about what to do without getting tired, and replied: "Sleep, eat, and cook."

He said a lot, but it was condensed into four words: stay at home.

"It's pretty good here." Ke Fu emphasized.

Yang Fan stood on the balcony, repeatedly persuading him with his waist in the air, feeling like his mouth was going to be worn out:

"There is a small vegetable stall next to the community, and the yelling from the uncles and aunts does not stop from the morning until the stall is closed. Staying in this environment, can you still engage in creation?"

He didn't care much, and just found a sentence to prevaricate: "Well, art comes from life."

After Ke Fu finished speaking, he heard Yang Fan take a sharp breath, and he was probably about to continue, but Ke Fu was so frightened that he interrupted in time: "Good night, sleep."

Then, with sharp eyes and quick hands, he pressed the hang up button without hesitation.

Yang Fan's hasty rebuttal was cut off in a burst of busy tone.

Ke Fu clicked on the lock screen and looked down to count the time. Sure enough, the phone started beeping again within a few seconds after hanging up.Yang Fan sent several WeChat messages in one breath.

[Towel Fan]: Fuck, kindness is like a donkey's liver and lungs!

[Jin Fan]: By the way, I almost forgot just talking nonsense with you.

[Towel Fan]: I met our tutor after get off work, and she asked me to tell you that the outline of the professional course has been sent to the group mailbox, please remember to read it