About the Reaper living next door

Smiling apologetically and shyly, he turned his head and glanced at his watch, and suddenly said:

"Well, do you want some cake?"

Lin Jiangchen rolled his eyes: "Eating your grandma's leg, trying to bribe me with food? Tell you this trick is useless."

Ke Fu didn't stop what he did next.

Snapped.

The room was reduced to darkness.

During the few laps around the house in the afternoon, Ke Fu was able to easily find the switch of the room.

The body of the most yin has a steady stream of spiritual power, which allows Lin Jiangchen to adapt quickly even in the dark, and moves as nimbly as he is in daylight.

So before he could ask "what are you doing", he saw Ke Fu stepping lightly, secretly taking out the cake from the refrigerator, rummaging through his trouser pocket, and then the light of the lighter flashed by, Then came brighter fires.

He suddenly didn't know how to react, and even all the anger disappeared quietly.

As early as a long time ago, he had noticed that the other party was approaching intentionally or unintentionally.

It was a youthful and absolutely benign emotion that was not mixed with any desires.

Lin Jiangchen couldn't tell when this closeness started. It was not until today that he ate the rice cooked by Ke Fu himself, with the same familiar taste, that he recalled who made the breakfast that appeared at the door that morning.

It turned out to have started a long time ago.

He didn't dare to respond, didn't even dare to ask, he could only pretend to be mature and humorous, and responded to the kindness in a panic.

However, today he used his spirit vision to see through his fingers, and easily saw the script that Ke Fu had tried so hard to hide. He finally somewhat guessed the reason why the other party suddenly went further to curry favor with him.

That's why I dare to accept it with peace of mind and breathe a sigh of relief.

But he still couldn't help being surprised, it's just a mere human, small favors and small favors are fine, is this going too far?

How did he know?

Lin Jiangchen took a step back quietly, and he didn't even notice the distance of a few centimeters.

Ke Fu lit the candles, held the cake, and walked towards him step by step, his dark gray pupils reflected a warm color like sparks:

"Happy birthday."

Reaper's number is 70171012, the front 7017 is his room number, what about 1012?

It's birthday.

The pouring rain was accompanied by the roar of lightning, and the rain that had accumulated for two days finally poured down.

tbc.

16 to get it back?

As soon as the atmosphere of birthday celebration was heightened, Lin Jiangchen's well-known friends from the spiritual world barged in in fancy dress.

"Lin Jiang, happy birthday, do you have anything to eat!"

Ke Fu pursed his lips and looked back——

Well, the two men who came in dressed in Qingdao suits and white coats, and Lin Jiangchen in a water-colored gown, didn’t know that they thought there was some kind of masquerade held here, and the only normal person turned out to be the one who didn’t fit in. .

The only light source in the room, the candles on the cake, was blown out by the blowing wind, and the rest were still holding on tenaciously.

The surrounding area was too dark, which well concealed the brilliant faces of the two who broke in.

Candlelight night scene, lonely man and widowed man, this situation makes people somewhat imaginative.

Lin Jiangchen also felt embarrassed, and said to Ke Fu heavily: "... Believe it or not, I didn't expect this story to develop."

Ke Fu is also very heavy—the atmosphere is quite good, why are you here again!

"...It seems that the two of us came early." Chi Ziang put his arm on Jiang Linyun's shoulder, evoking an ambiguous smile.

After many years of acquaintance, it was the first time he saw Lin Jiangchen bring home someone other than them, and the other person was a strange human being whom he had known for less than half a month.

I think back then, the two of them had already flourished in the two worlds, while Lin Jiangchen was still in his early fourteens, tortured by the present world to the point of being too hostile, he only sticks amulets to beat ghosts, and beats up evil spirits as soon as he catches them. Little ghost head.

Everyone in the spiritual world knows about the body of the most yin, and it disturbed one party. Fu wanted to go out in person and come back with someone's little hand to discipline him.

The child who was brought back had a very bad physique and was very suspicious. He stayed in the Library Pavilion for half a year and refused to see anyone. Later, he became acquainted with each other, and his voice was crisp and clear. Heart fluttering.

Chi Ziang couldn't help but sigh with emotion, after so many years, Lin Jiang has finally reached this age now...

Chi Ziang, who came back to his senses first, coughed twice, and leaned against the cabinet in the entrance: "Well, why don't we stand at the door for a while, and you continue?"

"Don't, don't," Lin Jiangchen said goodbye twice, his expression still a little dull: "I'm relieved when you come, otherwise I just felt like I was living in a dream."

Chi Ziang approached it familiarly and took a closer look. After seeing it, he thought it looked good and even wanted to eat a couple of bites: "Yo, it looks like it's handmade. Xiao Ke's craftsmanship is pretty good. Let me have a taste."

Seeing this, Lin Jiangchen blocked the food protection: "Don't touch my cake! Mine!"

Jiang Linyun didn't know what kind of mentality he had: "..."

Still holding the cake Ke Fu: "..."

Gangzhen, if you don't make a wish, the candle will burn out.

Later, Ke Fu declined the proposal to join them, and the four of them just happened to be able to play mahjong together, and came back to wash and get into bed.

This time Ke Fu did not sleep soundly, and dreamed of many inexplicable scenes in his head.

In the dream, a gray cat came towards me from the dark with a smile, circled around my chest twice and got down on the ground, licked my balls and said that I was actually the Lord of Hades, seeing that Ke Fu was so beautiful, I insisted on dragging him to hell marriage.

Ke Fu was so frightened that his face turned pale. Before he could say anything, the gray cat was picked up. Lin Jiangchen, who was dressed in blue, grabbed the gray cat and complained loudly:

"Wow, you came here to marry a wife instead of cooking for me?!"

Then the screen changed, and three familiar faces were sitting in the huge bar, and the yellow-haired young man sitting outside was waving at him across the bar:

"Come on! You are the only one missing!"

thump—

Ke Fu woke up startled, his head accidentally hit the bed with a muffled sound.

"hiss……"

This knock was not light, he finally woke up from the chaotic sleep, turned over and wiped his face, and pulled the quilt to cover his face in annoyance.

It's all a mess...

He couldn't bear to stay up late last night, and fell into a dead and deep sleep after touching the pillow. When he opened his eyes, it was the hottest time of the day, and the scorching sun outside the window hit his side face covered with broken hair.

Ke Fu forgot to turn on the air conditioner before going to bed, and his back and the tip of his nose were already hot and sweaty.

He moved his body, took out the remote control under the pillow and pressed it, then put down his arms and lay on his back on the bed, quietly waiting for the cool breeze, and started running the train endlessly in his mind.

The dream just now gradually blurred after waking up, and Ke Fu can only barely remember Lin Jiangchen's crisp and clear voice at the end.

Although he and Lin Jiangchen have been together almost inseparably for two days, and he has seen all the serious, serious, unreliable, and unreliable appearances of this person, but in conclusion, he still knows nothing about Lin Jiangchen.

Ke Fu still has many questions. For example, since he said that he is also a human being, why did he become a god of death?Why do office workers still play games like vagrants?Since when did you start working?And even after the cake was sent out, how old is he?Does that count as child labor?

If you write Lin Jiangchen as the protagonist of the script, so many mysteries of life experience are bugs...

He shook his head, and was about to turn on the computer and transfer yesterday's manuscript to the USB disk file. Ke Fu fumbled in the pocket of the clothes he took off yesterday for a long time, but only found a pen.Suddenly, I slapped my thigh and remembered that the manuscript I wrote yesterday was still forgotten on Lin Jiangchen's desk!

Just when the phone rang, Ke Fu turned around and got out from under the pillow, and pressed the connect button.

"Teacher Ke, are you at home or at school?" It was Mo Jiu.

"At..." Ke Fu opened his mouth and found his throat was itchy, cleared his throat, and replied, "At home."

Mo Jiu probably felt that his primary school boy had just arrived, so he specially called to express condolences: "That's good, I was afraid you were in class."

Ke Fu entered the password of the computer with the mobile phone between his shoulders: "No, is there something wrong with senior sister?"

"Sister Ran asked me to ask how your copywriting is going, whether you can hand it in today, and they still want to increase their publicity. Do you have any ideas to participate in the new project? If there is any problem that you don't understand, we will try our best to discuss it with you." It will be resolved before this week." There was the vague sound of keyboards coming from Mo Jiu's side, and Zhang Qian's loud voice.

Ke Fu was a little overwhelmed by the series of questions. After thinking about it, he gave the answers one by one: "If you can hand in the new ones, you won't be able to..."

Mo Jiu asked: "What's the reason?"

"I don't have much time right now." Ke Fu glanced guiltily through the wall to the room next door: "I need to finish writing the brief outline of Chi Dao's outline."

"It's not bad that you've put your heart into it." Mo Jiu expressed his understanding: "What's wrong with you today, your voice doesn't sound very energetic."

"Uh, I have a bad cold..." Ke Fu deliberately lowered his voice, looking extremely weak, after thinking about it, he added two coughs, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"Drink more hot water." Mo Jiu's concept of illness is no different from that of a straight man: "Store more medicines at home."

"Well," Ke Fu thought about his lack of acting skills, and half-pinched his nose to fake a nasal voice: "I'll send you the copy right away."

Although Mo Jiu didn't know why, he still responded straight away: "Okay, just send me an email when the time comes, and knock me when you're done."

After hanging up the phone, Ke Fu packed up the organized documents and sent them to Mo Jiu, then opened the empty document and typed the word Cao Gang, and then he really felt worried——

Ke Fu has never been involved in TV dramas before, and only heard from seniors who have made some achievements after graduation when they came to the school for a discussion.movie drama