Relocation Brigade

"Brother Chen, are you okay?" Wu Weiwei came over with a bag with a banana pattern on it.

Reflexively, Chen Ling grabbed the things in the hands of the shopping guide lady, crumpled them into a ball, and walked quickly towards the cashier with a guilty conscience.

Wu Weiwei looked puzzled, and looked blankly at the young lady beside him: "What's wrong with him?"

The shopping guide lady smiled slightly, as if she didn't know anything, she changed the subject and asked, "Is there anything else you need, sir?"

Wu Weiwei scratched the back of his head, said thank you, and caught up with his brother Chen in two or three steps, put his swimming trunks on the cash register, and boarded the last bus to pay the bill.

The hot spring clubhouse is a bit far from Beicheng, it takes about two hours by car, and it takes at least a day or two before returning.

Chen Ling took Wu Weiwei to the basement supermarket on the first floor of the shopping mall to sweep.

When they went in, they were arrogant and energetic, and when they came out, they were hunched over and hungry. The two of them looked like they had been tortured by something, and they couldn't get any energy out of it.

Chen Ling raised his head and poured water into his mouth, and handed the remaining half of the bottle to Wu Weiwei: "Go eat something first?"

Wu Weiwei's eyes glowed, and he came back to life instantly: "I heard that a new snack street has opened nearby!"

Chen Ling hadn't eaten junk food for a long time, and couldn't help swallowing, but he had other plans, "I want to go home."

It has been almost half a year since he arrived at Yuheshan, and he basically relies on WeChat at night to communicate with his family.

Now that he has the skills, he doesn't have to be afraid of affecting his family anymore. Chen Ling's heart is itching, and he really wants to go back and hug his parents who loved him since he was a child.

When Wu Weiwei heard that Brother Chen was going back to his natal family, he quickly said, "Then I won't go."

Chen Ling took his arm and walked towards the side of the road, "Go ahead, I haven't brought any friends home since then, my parents must be happy to see you."

Wu Weiwei yearned for a complete family, hesitated for a while, nodded and said, "Then I'll go shopping."

"No need." Chen Ling opened the car door on the side of the road and pushed Wu Weiwei into the co-pilot.

The Chen family is not in the urban area, and it is still some distance away from Beicheng, almost on the border with Xiushui City next door.

There is a large orchard and a greenhouse there, and on the northwest corner of the small farm, there is a small white house.

Grandpa Chen Ling didn't have any academic qualifications back then. After separating from his brothers, he started farming by himself.

At that time, everyone's awareness of contracting was not strong. He took the lead in keeping up with the pace of the times and contracted this mountain area for 100 years in one go.

At the beginning, everyone thought that old man Chen was out of his mind and obsessed with ghosts.But as the times changed, some people began to be jealous, saying that the old Chen family didn't know who borrowed their great luck, otherwise how could they be so lucky?

For good and bad remarks, the Chen family has always had one ear and the other ear.

They farm steadily, run fresh food supermarkets, and count red banknotes contentedly.Occasionally, I also send some fresh vegetables that have just been unearthed to the neighbors nearby.

Cannibalism has a short mouth, and over time, those discordant voices gradually disappeared.

Chen Ling drove the car along the asphalt path to the front of the small white building, just in time to meet the nanny aunt who had been a domestic helper for many years, passing by with fresh vegetables picked from the field in a basket.

He stopped the car and rolled down the window: "Aunt Shu!"

Aunt Shu paused, turned her head in disbelief, groaned, and trotted to the front of the car: "It's Lingling who is back! Do your wife and husband know?" Thinking of something, she slapped her thigh, "I definitely don't know, those two I went to work in the field again, and I didn’t bring my mobile phone. I’ll call it for you!”

"No need." Chen Ling hurriedly pulled him back, "Go home first, and give them a surprise later."

Aunt Shu's eyes were slightly moist, and she smiled and said, "That's fine."

Chen Ling drove the car to the small building and got out of the car with Wu Weiwei. Aunt Shu walked very fast and opened the door before them.

Wu Weiwei really didn't expect that Brother Chen was still a rich second generation. He was a little nervous when he entered Chen's house for the first time, and his palms were sweaty.

Chen Ling slapped him on the back, "My parents are very hospitable, don't be nervous."

Aunt Shu also said: "Mr. and Mrs. are very nice people. Children don't have to be cautious, they treat it as their own home."

The middle-aged woman's smile was very friendly, Wu Weiwei was infected and relaxed a little.

Chen Ling took him to change his shoes and took him to his room on the second floor.

He didn't come back for half a year, and the house was clean, as if he had never left.

Wu Weiwei reached out to pick up the family portrait on the table.

There are five people in the photo. Except for him, Brother Chen, the other four should be grandparents, parents, and parents.Each of them is full of smiles, and it can be seen that this is a very harmonious and happy family.

Wu Weiwei put down the photo, suddenly gasped, and leaned in front of a photo frame.

It was a group photo of a class outing in the second semester of Chen Ling's junior year.

A part of the photo was cut off, judging from the outline, it should be a person.

Taking the photo frame off the wall with one hand, Chen Ling just pinched the blank space with his fingers, "There was a classmate in our class who committed suicide by swallowing sleeping pills at home because of too much pressure in the first semester of his junior year. When the photo was taken, he appeared in the last row."

Wu Weiwei was horrified, "It should be more than your picture."

"More than that." Chen Ling put the photo back and said, "There were blurry shadows on every photo that was developed at that time. Some students thought it was pure exposure, some thought it was some building behind, and some I think it's the classmate who died."

At that time, Chen Ling had been battling ghosts for more than a year, because he didn't have the skills to get close to him, he was afraid that he would be scared to death by himself, and occasionally he would deceive himself into believing some slightly far-fetched scientific theories.

But after all, people die like that, and the photography teacher also said that he clearly took the angle when taking the photo, and the photo is no problem... He said that he believed the rumors about exposure circulated among his classmates, but subconsciously there was something wrong with him. Afraid, they cut this piece off.

Fortunately, nothing strange happened afterwards.

Now that I think about it, that classmate must have gone to hell, maybe she was reincarnated smoothly.

Wu Weiwei took a closer look at Chen Ling's expression, seeing that he didn't feel any repulsion towards the past. After thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't help asking: "Brother Chen, have you been able to see ghosts since you were young? Are you born with yin and yang eyes?"

"Of course not." Chen Ling said, "It was only later that I started to run into ghosts. It was okay at first, but only occasionally, and finally developed into being haunted by ghosts every day. At first I was still afraid, but later I became a little numb. It’s like playing a holographic horror game every day.”

Wu Weiwei: "...Your mentality is so good, I guess I've been frightened crazy."

Chen Ling waved his hand and said modestly, "It's okay."

"But Brother Chen." Wu Weiwei wondered, "Why, not after 17, 16, or 20?"

Chen Ling shook his head, "I don't know either."

"Didn't Mr. Zhao say that?"

"No." Speaking of Zhao Xunchang and his tragic past, Chen Ling couldn't help sighing: "Fortunately, I met Master, otherwise I would have to be with ghosts every day for the rest of my life."

Wu Weiwei: "You're almost done now, you forgot the dog Brother Jiang gave you? Isn't that also a ghost?"

It's okay if you don't say anything, Chen Ling immediately reacted when he said it.

Not only is he working with ghosts, but he will also sleep with ghosts in the future!

Thinking about it this way, the existence of the swimming trunks bag on the table suddenly magnified, making people feel embarrassed to look at it.

Chen Lingyu said earnestly: "It's still you who see the problem deeply."

Wu Weiwei was confused: "...Huh?"

"It's okay." Chen Ling heard the noise downstairs, walked to the bed and saw that his parents had returned, and hurriedly dragged Wu Weiwei downstairs.

At the entrance on the first floor, Father Chen and Mother Chen were lowering their heads to change shoes, and were stunned when they saw the two pairs of young men's casual shoes.

Aunt Shu said with a smile, "Lingling is back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ling ran and jumped down the stairs, and rushed to the entrance to give his parents a bear hug.

Mother Chen's mind was blank, until she heard a sticky mother in her ear, she finally blinked her eyes, and slapped her backhand: "Damn child, you are finally willing to come back."

Her tone was fierce, but her eyes were red, and her voice was unknowingly choked with sobs.

Father Chen seemed much more stable. After he let go, he pressed his son's shoulder and asked, "How have you been in the past six months? Your mother is holding on to WeChat all day, and she's afraid that you won't be able to eat well or sleep well."

Chen's mother wiped the corners of her eyes, and stared at her old husband: "Those are not important." She pulled Chen Ling aside, "Son, is your problem of hitting ghosts really solved?"

Chen Ling: "Don't you often chat online with Master behind my back? If you don't believe what I say, you can't also believe what Master says."

"How can I not believe it, my mother is just to make sure."

The Chen family respected Zhao Xunchang very much, almost to the point where what Zhao Xunchang said was an imperial decree. This kind of extreme trust began after the night chat in the study room.

Father Chen interrupted the mother and son with a light cough, and asked, "Did Lingling bring friends back?"

Mother Chen realized that there was someone else in the hallway, and she immediately felt neglected. After apologizing repeatedly, she enthusiastically pulled Wu Weiwei to sit on the sofa and asked about his health, and immediately forgot about her son.

Father Chen shook his head with a smile, then turned to look at his son: "How long will you be back?"

"Leave after eating." Chen Ling had been away from home for a long time, and couldn't help but want to act like a baby with his father, "Is there any food at home?"

"Yes, there are crayfish brought back from the field yesterday in the kitchen sink. Dad will cook them for you right away." Dad Chen cooks for himself, which shows how good he is today.

The atmosphere in the Chen family was so good that Wu Weiwei's initial restraint quickly dissipated.

After Chen's mother took his hand and asked about his personal situation, she shifted the topic to her son: "Did Lingling have a hard time in Yuhe Mountain? The child reported good news but not bad, and never told us the truth. .”

"Very good." Wu Weiwei wasn't sure what information the Chen family's parents could know, so he answered very vaguely.

Unexpectedly, what Mother Chen really wanted to ask was not this.

Hearing this, she nodded without turning a corner, and asked directly: "Since life is good, I should be thinking about getting to know a few more girls. How is it? Has he talked?"

Wu Weiwei: "Probably...not."

Mother Chen sighed: "Everything is good in our family, except that we don't like dating with the opposite sex. When everyone else fell in love with each other in high school, he buried himself in his studies. When he was dating hand in hand in college, he..." began to bump into ghosts.

After a pause for a few seconds, she concluded: "In short, he gives me the feeling that the marriage is not very good."

Wu Weiwei opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Brother Chen's marriage is very good, and his boyfriend is powerful and powerful, and he is also an insider in the industry. The two have too many topics to talk about" but he didn't dare.

Chen's mother winked at him mysteriously, took out her mobile phone from the fruit plate under the coffee table, and found a photo: "Weiwei, what do you think of this girl? Will Lingling like this one?"

Chen Ling just came out to get toilet paper, and almost exploded when he heard this sentence.

The first reaction was to look to the left and right, for fear that the old ancestor would follow around silently.

After confirming that no one was there, he breathed a sigh of relief, approached from behind the sofa, and said quietly, "Don't bother, I don't like this type."

Mother Chen was startled by the sudden voice, scolded the dead child, and asked seriously: "Then what do you like?"

"Mom, I'm only 20 years old, don't be so anxious." Chen Ling said helplessly.

"Hurry up, why don't you hurry up." Chen's mother counted with him, counting with her fingers, "Get to know each other first, and become ordinary friends. It takes a year to get to know each other, and you happen to be 21 years old. Then you date for five years and get married. Wait for you two years later." If you live as a human being and have a baby, you will be 30 years old."

Chen Ling: "..."

Mother Chen is not afraid of anything, but she is afraid that her son will not be married to a wife and will die alone in the future.

Seeing that her son didn't speak, she was afraid that the rules she had set were too strict and she would be easy to persuade him to quit, so she added: "Of course, the most important thing is that you like it. Parents don't care about beauty, ugliness, height or family conditions."

"What did you say?" Chen Ling pressed his elbows on the back of the sofa, propped his cheeks and imagined Jiang Yu's appearance, "Then I'm looking for someone who is taller and better-looking than me, and it's best to have a magnetic voice when speaking .Oh, by the way, there are people who are more capable than me and can protect me."

Mother Chen: "Why are you so promising, and you still want other girls to protect you!"

Chen Ling muttered: "The ideal type, of course, is better than me in all aspects."

Wu Weiwei quietly gave Brother Chen a thumbs up from an angle that Chen's mother couldn't see, and he didn't forget to stuff him with dog food even at this time, awesome!

Chen's mother only thought that he deliberately said a super high standard to embarrass herself, snorted, and said forcefully: "Ideal types are all imaginary. When it comes to finding a partner, it still depends on how you feel."

Chen Ling kept it in mind, "You are right, I will go in and help."

After speaking, he walked around to the coffee table and took the toilet paper in.

Seeing his son come back, Father Chen stared at him for a few seconds, then turned to Aunt Shu who was helping to pick vegetables, and said, "Sister, go out first, I'll chat with Lingling."

Aunt Shu let out a hey, and she didn't forget to close the door for the father and son when they went out.

Looking at the closed kitchen door, Chen Ling suddenly became nervous and subconsciously stood up straight.

Father Chen was very knowledgeable, he still lowered his head and continued with the movements in his hand, and said jokingly: "Your standard for choosing a mate is high enough, it's not easy to find a girl who is higher than you."

His son is not too tall, but he is not short either, 1.7 meters eight is still there.

A girl who is taller than him must be 1.8 meters.

Chen Ling didn't expect his father's ears to be so good, so he didn't dare to make a sound for a while, and looked down at his toes, feeling panicked like being caught by the tail.

Father Chen gave him a sideways look, and chuckled: "Why panic, what you just said to your mother, isn't it just a hint?"

"Yes." Chen Ling didn't know where his courage came from. He clenched his fists, raised his head and said, "Dad, I have someone I like. He is good in everything, but he doesn't meet your requirements on gender issues." .”

Father Chen silently chopped the kitchen knife into the cutting board.

Chen Ling: "..."

Chen Ling shrank his shoulders in fright, and his brain became confused.

Father Chen went to wash his hands. He moved slowly and deliberately, leaving him to dry on purpose.

When his son couldn't stand anymore, he said, "What if I don't agree?"

Chen Ling felt a little uncomfortable. He was more greedy and wanted to: "I can wait."

"Can't wait?" Dad Chen said, "What your mother wants to see most is that you can be safe and happy, get married and have children. Now you tell me that these things are gone, and you know how sad she will be."

Chen Ling buttoned the seam of his trousers, feeling aggrieved and sad: "Then you should comfort her well."

Father Chen: "..." That's right, my wife comforted me.

He hissed, feeling that this little brat was a bit different from before, his voice was deep and deep, and he asked, "Is that how you like it?"

Chen Ling sniffed, and then lowered his voice a few degrees, "It's fate, and I can't help it."

Father Chen: "..."

He squeezed the space between his brows, turned around and picked up the kitchen knife again, and said the most tolerant words in a serious voice: "If you like it, you can like it, and we can't accept it."

Chen Ling raised his head abruptly, unable to react.

Dad Chen: "During the two years when you were always running into evil, how many times did you brush shoulders with death. Your mother and I thought at the time, as long as you can be safe and sound, it is more important than anything else."

As long as the son is doing well, they will not interfere with what he likes or does.

There are too many accidents on the road of life, no one knows what will happen in the next second, it is better to have fun in time, so as not to leave regrets in the future.

Chen Ling felt that his throat was blocked by cotton, he couldn't make a sound, his nose felt sore, he took two steps forward, and gave his father a hug: "Thank you, dad."

"Thank you." Father Chen rubbed his elbow on his son's head, and said with a smile, "I just wanted to see if your feelings for me are firm, aren't you scared?"

"No." Chen Lingweng replied angrily, rubbing his eyes on his father's shoulder.

Father Chen shook his shoulders with a smile, "Take your head away, it's preventing me from chopping vegetables."

Chen Ling pouted, but obediently stood aside.

Father Chen glanced at him, "Don't pretend to be wronged." After cutting the cucumber in his hand, he continued, "I will slowly do ideological work with your mother, so don't make trouble."

The father is so considerate, how can the son not express anything?Chen Ling wanted to ask his parents to go to the hot spring club together.

As a result, as soon as it was proposed, it was rejected by Chen's father.

"Your mother and I just went there not long ago, and the environment is good." Father Chen said, "And we have already made an appointment with Uncle Cao to go hiking tomorrow morning."

The Chen family's parents are very good at living. They work hard when they are working. When they are free, they invite friends to go for outings and play cards.

Chen Ling was surprised: "Have you been there?"

"Yeah." Father Chen picked up the cleaned fish and started slicing it, and said, "That hot spring club was advertising everywhere when it was still in trial operation, and at that time your mother said she had a back pain, so she went to take a bath. Don’t say it, it really works.”

Chen Ling's expectations for the hot spring resort skyrocketed.

After eating, he got bored with his parents for a while, and he couldn't wait to drag Wu Weiwei back to Yuheshan courtyard, ready to go to the hot spring club.

The guild hall is located in a mountain depression, surrounded by greenery, and a large white smoke can be seen rising from Chenling far away.

Wu Weiwei saw the group of buildings and clicked his tongue: "The scale is quite large."

Chen Ling also had some surprises. In terms of area alone, this is no longer a "guild hall", but a villa.

From the col to the nearby halfway up the mountain, almost all the business scope of this guild hall.

"Get ready to get out of the car." Jiang Yu looked up at the rearview mirror, tapped his fingertips, turned the steering wheel and parked the car in the parking lot.

Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei got out of the car with their backpacks on their backs, and there was a German shepherd squatting at their feet, which was invisible to ordinary people.

When Jiang Yu came down, the two of them, like elementary school students following the teacher's ass, followed the man's footsteps across the large open-air public soup pool and entered the reception hall.

In the lobby on the first floor, several tourists were checking in. Some of them noticed the new tourists here, couldn't help but take a second look, then bumped into the people next to them, and pointed to Jiang Yu quietly.

The girl who was hit was not very impatient at first, but when her eyes fell on Jiang Yu's face, surprise burst out from between her brows, and she shook hands with her companion excitedly: "You are so handsome."

The companion nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, oh, I'm here!"

Chen Ling heard two girls shouting excitedly from a long distance away, pursed his lips, and switched places with Jiang Yu: "You go to the right."

Jiang Yu strayed to the young man's right hand, tapped his fingers on the cold marble countertop: "Hello."

A staff member just vacated the front desk and said with a smile, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Chen Ling hurriedly took out the VIP card in his hand and put it on the front desk, slowly pushing it forward.

The front desk was stunned for a moment, politely said please wait a moment, and then called the manager.

There are not many VIP cards issued, and the holders are basically the boss's close friends, or the family members of the boss's close friends. Whether it is the former or the latter, they must not be neglected.

The manager walked over quickly, flapping his unbuttoned suit back and forth, and stood still. He greeted warmly, "Guests, you don't need to go through the formalities at the front desk. A personal butler will handle it for you later."

He has good eyesight, but he can tell which of the three is the big boss at a glance. While leading the way, he said to Jiang Yu, "Let me take a few of you to choose a room first."

There are two types of rooms in the clubhouse, one is ordinary hotel-style rooms, and the other is holiday villas.

Jiang Yu slowed down and waited for Chen Ling to come forward: "Which one do you want to live in?"

Chen Ling chose the second category.

The villa is on the mountainside in the east, and there is a small open-air hot spring pool in the backyard. After putting down his things, Chen Ling immediately took a shower, and ran to the hot spring pool in his swimming trunks.

The soup pool is a clear spring pool, the water temperature is suitable, the fly in the ointment is that the water is relatively clear, you can see the bottom of the pool at a glance.

Leaning against the wall of the pool, Chen Ling rested his hands on the ground leisurely, glanced at himself, then at Wu Weiwei, and immediately made the mistake that all men love to make, silently comparing the sizes.

After a while, he looked up at the sky, wondering who was older and who was younger. A pair of long legs walked by, stepping on the ladder at the edge of the soup pool, and slowly submerged into the water.

Chen Ling sat up straight, and when he looked up, he saw the 3D-cut tight-fitting swimming trunks that he had packed into his backpack with his own hands.

Jiang Yu has broad shoulders and narrow waist, with tight muscles. The thin fabric of his swimming trunks includes his thigh muscles, exposing his slightly protruding kneecaps.And the blood-colored mantras all over his back were exposed to the air without hesitation, and as he sank, half of them were hidden in the water.

Chen Ling tried his best to keep his eyes from wandering, and moved towards the man. When his eyes fell on the mantra, he seemed to be hooked, and he couldn't help raising his hand to touch it.

"Jiang Yu, what are these?"

The young man's fingers rubbed against the skin, causing an itch, and the muscles in Jiang Yu's back stiffened suddenly.

He frowned, and with a quick movement, he pulled the young man's hand in front of him, stared into his eyes with deep eyes, and secretly warned: "Don't touch it."

Chen Ling was keenly aware that the atmosphere in the Tangchi changed suddenly.

He showed a puzzled expression, and subconsciously wanted to look at the hand that the man was holding onto his, but he didn't grasp the angle properly, and saw something he shouldn't have seen.

Under the clear and swaying spring water, the scenery is infinitely beautiful.

Wu Weiwei looked at this, then at that, turned his head silently, wishing he could go blind.

I never knew that I also have the attribute of glowing and heating!