I'm an ordinary person

"Brother, you don't seem to have grown up." The young man with glasses smiled.Looking at Xiaotuanzi, who had no discrepancy with his memory, he was about to move.

Sitting on a small plastic bench, Xiaotuanzi with pink make-up and jade was gnawing an apple in his hand. His haughty face was enough to make everyone feel maternity.

An Lan glanced at him, not knowing what he was thinking, and committed the next crime.He said vaguely, "Er Huzi, you don't want your hands anymore?"

Xia Qingyan immediately withdrew his hand, very sincerely, "Brother, don't call me Er Huzi anymore, it would be embarrassing if my classmates knew about it."

An Lan accurately threw the fruit core into the trash can, "Is it embarrassing now? Don't you complain to Dahuang and Ahua?"

The tips of his ears were slightly red, "Brother! Why do you still remember!"

That's right, one of Rhubarb and Erhua is a hen, and the other is a cow!Every time Xia Qingyan got into a fight, he didn't have to think about it, he just went to complain to these two.

Later, the hen was old and could no longer lay eggs, Xia's father and Xia's mother slaughtered it, Xia Qingyan ate three big bowls with tears in his eyes, hiccupped while eating, and managed to get full.The next day, she would take An Lan away from home.Then he was beaten up by An Lan, to be honest.

In the second term of middle school, I wanted to fight against the evil force of An Lan, and I asked Grandma Zhang how to overthrow the oppressive rule, but An Lan listened to him completely, so An Lan beat him up again, and Grandma Zhang said cheerfully that it didn't hurt Not itchy persuasion.

There are countless black histories like this, and An Lan is also very tired. Raising children is more tiring than slaughtering that black dragon.

An Lan looked at the sky, "I'm not coming back tonight, remember to eat, don't study too late."

Xia Qingyan showed worry, "Brother, be careful."

An Lan nodded and disappeared into the darkness. Eight years had passed without knowing it. Except for Xiaoheixiaobai and the old man among the ghost messengers, no one knew that he had become like this.

He was ridiculed by the old man for a long time, and told him that it was beneficial. He became a child because Yin Qi had risen to another level, and it took time to accumulate, but how long it would take, An Lan seriously suspected that it was the old man's bad taste , refused to tell him, only said that he had that feeling, and suddenly he would change into the original appearance.

In order to avenge the old man, he went on strike. No matter how he looks like this, he is not lethal at all!This is simply black history.

It was already midnight after An Lan finished dealing with the evil spirits.The old locust trees in the courtyard are still tall and straight. Hongqi Village has developed rapidly because of its superior geographical location. In just eight years, it has almost become a bustling city. Other buildings in the courtyard have changed from wooden houses to cement houses. The only What remains unchanged is the big locust tree.

Many people wanted to buy this locust tree at a high price before, but An Lan suggested selling it. He has been displeased with this locust tree for a long time, but who is Xia Qingyan?Having been with An Lan for so long, he had already seen through his nature, so he kept the locust tree.

The locust tree has a spirit, perhaps to repay, it will be full of brilliant locust trees in the coming year.The scent can be smelled in several streets. Many people come here specially to pick Sophora japonica and make Sophora japonica cakes. After all, Sophora japonica is a good thing.

An Lan said that the taste was barely strong, but An Lan ate the most Huahua cakes.

Standing on the locust tree with a familiar face, the lights on the second floor are still on, and he is still reading at night. Since his parents passed away, the family has been supported by immature arms, and there are no top-notch relatives, who often come to send delicious food of.

An Lan came in through the window and took the book in his hand, "Still sleeping? Be careful not to grow taller."

Xia Qingyan smiled slightly, obviously very calm about An Lan's disappearance, he is now 1.6m and will grow longer! "Medical students have heavy classes and need to review more." Turning around, he teased, "Brother, you are the one who is not tall."

An Lan snorted coldly, he was actually taller than him... 15cm!

"I'm a ghost, so I'm naturally different from you." The conversation changed, and we stopped discussing the topic of hurting the enemy by one thousand and hurting ourselves by eight hundred.Seeing the gauze wrapped on his left hand, "What's the matter with the wound on your hand?"

Who dares to hurt him without eyesight?An Lan narrowed her eyes dangerously, and her tone was dangerous.

Xia Qingyan looked at the bandaged hands, a shy and embarrassed smile appeared on his face, he was so absorbed that he didn't notice the danger in An Lan's tone.

"When I finished class, I met a girl who was robbed and helped her."

An Lan's anger disappeared without a trace, and Xia Qingyan blushed. It seemed that she was not an ordinary female classmate.

There was an illusion that his own child had grown up, and he hit the nail on the head, "You are interested in her." This is really not easy, and his brother finally has signs of falling in love.

"Brother!" Xia Qingyan's ears turned red, "It's not good for the reputation of female classmates."

"If you like her, go after her boldly. If she suddenly loses her eyesight, you will make money if she falls in love with you?"

"You have said that about my brother!"

There was a bright smile on An Lan's pink face, and she nodded, not feeling guilty at all for hurting him, anyway...he must be used to it.

"A person's life is only a few tens of years. If you like it, go after it. It's not what my younger brother does."

"Does Xiaolan have someone he likes?" Xia Qingyan calmed down. He thought that his brother would live a long time, and he couldn't take care of Xiaolan forever. Xiaolan must be very sad.

An Lan said confidently, "No one is worthy of me." With her face up, she was as proud as a little sun.

Xia Qingyan thought, no one is worthy of such a radiant brother.In a way, he is also a brother-controller.

Immediately, An Lan took out a chubby little paper figurine from his pocket. This is the result of what he learned from Zhang Po. He is indeed very talented in this area. The little paper figurine's actions are very natural and powerful.

As a result, Master An's reputation for brutality has risen several notches.Even powerful ghosts run away when they see the little paper dolls.

"Remember to bring it, in case something goes wrong with your hand, how can you touch the scalpel?"

Xia Qingyan is also very interested in the little paper figurines. They have round heads and round brains. The Q version of the little paper figurines is really cute. There are only simple facial features on the round faces, giving it a kind of cuteness!

However, he doesn't have the talent in this area. Apart from being able to see his brother, he is just an ordinary person.Put it in your pocket, "Yes."

The paw landed on his brother's head, soft.He's been wanting to do this for a long time.

An Lan was dissatisfied, but she still didn't hide, for the sake of his injury.

An Lan is a busy person. After all, this place is under his management for the time being. All the ghosts here know that there is a very powerful person living in this small two-story building - the little baby.

I don't know who my master is, and I have to smooth the wool every other month!It's called protection fees, and this shameless attitude has naturally been complained countless times by a bunch of old ghosts!But every time I accept it, I still obediently offer it up, begging in my heart if someone can accept this ancestor.

One year, three years, five years, after they found that An Lan's appearance and height hadn't changed, they finally realized that he was not human at all, but they didn't dare to provoke him.

Every month, An Lan didn't need to remind her, so she offered it on her own initiative.Sometimes the ghosts feel strangely that with him at least they don't have to worry about ghosts from other places harassing them.

Occasionally, when I have nothing to do, I learn the art of paper piercing with Zhang Po, or go to Er Huzi's class to watch them learn all kinds of modern medical knowledge with excitement.

The author has something to say: I feel that the recent articles are so cold QUQ