Who calls this thing a god?

On November 22, Mr. Qiyou was awarded the national first-level performance artist by virtue of his own strength. As a senior person, he still maintains a good attitude of humility but not humility, pride but not pride.Going out to work depends on Lu Chan knocking on the door early in the morning. He is 1 minute late, and I pray that you can leave him 10 minutes late.

Before Lu Chan started the car, he brought something from the back seat of the car and threw it at him: "It's for you, you're welcome."

While yawning, Qiyou unfolded this curly, long thing, and at first glance it was a pennant with gold letters on a red background.

[Gift: Resentment God

There is a present every year, and one day after sleeping is one day.

November [-], [-]XX]

"..."

Qiyou closed his mouth expressionlessly and turned to look at him.

Lu Chan was not afraid in the face of danger, and changed the subject in two or two times: "Fasten your seat belts, we are leaving."

Today they are not going to the Ninth Bureau, but to the home of a woman named Luo Shan.

Things go back to eleven o'clock last night.

Qiyou was fighting fiercely in the team battle, and in the game screen, he was swaying shirtless and swinging his gun. When he heard the bell at first, he thought it was Lu Chan ringing his doorbell to ask for charging, but he didn't respond at all.

But the ringing of the bell became louder and louder, louder and louder, as if ten ghosts were ringing the bells in his ears.

It was only then that Qiyou came to his senses, got up and went back to the Soul Temple.

The monster dozed in the thornbush, covered its ears with its paws, as if it didn't hear the quiet bell, and flicked its thick tail lazily, every time it fell, it would overwhelm a small piece of thorns.

The only two employees of the Soul Temple, one is lazy than the other.

Qi You casually touched a fruit from the tree and threw it to it, and that tail suddenly opened a scarlet eye. He licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, and said with a chuckle, "You're back."

Qi You responded with a bland voice, and walked into the temple following the ring tone.

In front of him was the back of an overly thin woman. Contrary to the overly eager bell tone, she knelt on the futon and recited the prayers to God in a leisurely manner, even a bit reserved.

Qiyou put on the ghost mask with a blank expression, and raised his voice to ask, "Who is the blame?"

The woman turned around and looked about 26 or [-] years old, but the face was covered with a layer of black air, which turned out to be a dead look.

She is different from Ye Jinyi's entanglement, Xia Xixi's madness, or that little fool's bewilderment a few days ago. When she saw the resentful spirit, she sighed lightly in relief.

"My father and stepmother, Luo Fuguo and Li Yue."

Luo Shan recalled the record in the ancient book bequeathed by her mother: "The God of Resentment and You asked three visits in this world: who is the resentment, what is the resentment, and how to resolve it."

She took a deep breath, and continued in her soft voice: "Luo Fuguo and Li Yue..."

"Is it convenient to leave a contact information?" Qi You cut off her words in advance before she could finish this tangled family story.

Luo Shan was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "Is it inconvenient to say it here?"

"No, it's my off-duty time now." Qiyou replied quite simply: "And, I am anxious to play games."

Roseanne: "..."

Did I fucking come to the wrong place?

……

Lu Chan parked his car outside the complex and walked inside according to the address Luo Shan gave.

The area of ​​Luoshan’s house is an old-fashioned building more than [-] years ago. It may be about the same size as Luoshan. Well, there might be—

Lu Chan calmly glanced at the university campus opposite the community through the ventilation glass in the corridor.

"Stay out of the way, okay?"

Qiyou, who was following him one step behind, stood still and raised his head impatiently to look at him.

Lu Chan hummed, "I'll carry you?"

How can you keep your face so crisp.

Qiyou looked like he had eaten a fly, and said sincerely, "Can you be a human being?"

Lu Chan thought for a while, and said with no deep meaning: "Yes, but you have to cooperate with the children."

Qi You: "..."

He slowly put down his hand holding the soy milk, and his expression became more and more unkind. Suddenly, the head of the household on this floor opened the door and looked at the two of them timidly through a security door.

"Excuse me... is it Mr. Qi?"

Rosan held the phone and asked.

While standing in the entrance to change shoes, Qiyou noticed that women's shoes of different sizes and styles were placed on the shoe rack. It seemed that Luo Shan didn't live here alone, she still had roommates.

He silently followed Lu Chan to sit on the sofa opposite Luo Shan.

"This is... the other gentleman that Mr. Qi You mentioned, right?"

Luo Shan smiled lightly, with a gentle look on her face. She specially got up early and put on light makeup, and put on clean and generous clothes. If she wasn't sitting in front of Qiyou right now, no one would have thought that she was harboring resentment.

Lu Chan nodded and said yes.

He looked at Luo Shan from head to toe without showing any signs of expression, and probably guessed her situation pretty well, and he had a good idea in his mind.

Luo Shan poured [-]% tea for the two of them, sat upright and said, "Then can I start talking now?"

When she said this, You Qi looked at Qi You, probably asking: Is it time for you to go to work now?

Qi Youlei couldn't move: "Yes."

Luo Shan smiled lightly, like a watery white lily, telling her story.

Before the age of 11, Roshan was no different from other girls.

He likes to play house with a doll and play palace fights in a scarf. The biggest worry is not getting full marks in the exam or missing his favorite cartoons.

Luo Shan likes to lie in her mother's arms and listen to stories the most. Her good voice probably follows that of her mother's, which is as gentle and clean.The mother used this voice to read one story after another beside her bed, showing her a world that was different from her usual contact.

Mother told the story of the Yaozu.

Those unusual things made Rosan's eyes light up and her heart filled with joy.

She asked, "Mom, are there really monsters?"

The mother smiled and rubbed her little head, and replied: "If you see it, you have it, but if you don't see it, you don't have it."

Although Luo Shan didn't understand, she felt that there was.

This knowledge made her look forward to the world.

Until Roshan was 11 years old, this bottle of hope began to tilt.

Her mother died of illness in the winter of that year. Before she left, she looked at her with her lips parted and read:

"Shanshan, Shanshan..."

The mother couldn't make a sound, but the gentle and clean tone echoed in her mind, and she heard her mother calling her, Shanshan.

This sound echoed until the next summer, when Luo Fuguo returned home with a woman named Li Yue.

Behind Li Yue was a half-grown child, hugging the woman's leg, making faces at Luo Shan.

Roshan was 12 years old and vaguely understood what the scene in front of her meant, but she couldn't believe it.

She looked at Luo Fuguo and asked, "Who is she?"

She didn't need Luo Fuguo to answer, she knew who it was.

This was her stepmother, the new mistress of the house.

She heard her mother calling her softly.

Shanshan, Shanshan.

The boy Li Yue brought was Luo Fuguo's illegitimate son who had been raised outside for many years. When he entered the house, he seemed to have become a foundation.

Luo Shan paused at this point, with thin tears in her eyes, and asked with a smile: "Speaking of which, is the word 'patriarchal' already hanging on the door of my house?"

Qi You didn't speak, and pushed the tissue on the coffee table towards her.

Luo Shan said: "Thank you.... Where are you talking about? Well, his name is Luo Yu, a jade in the rough."

It's no different than any other patriarchal family.

In the first few years, Luo Fuguo could still think about this daughter, but Li Yue deliberately kept Luo Shan out of the family of three. She was in a period of sensitive feelings and low self-esteem, and she had no scheming, and was gradually abandoned by the family.

After graduating from university, he became an online singer with his unrestrained imagination and a good voice.

She writes her own lyrics and composes her own music, and the songs she sings are haunting tales of monsters and ghost stories. With her unique style and different elements, Luo Shan once became popular under the name of "Assassin King", and she is considered a little famous in the circle.

Her parents, who smelled of meat, came to her door and asked her to pay them a "maintenance" in addition to her monthly expenses, otherwise her "bad behavior" would be announced to the public.

Luo Shan hated it to the extreme, but because of all kinds of helplessness, she had to support a family of three vampires.

Jiang Lang also had a day when his talents were exhausted. Three years later, Luo Shan couldn't write any songs that would satisfy him. There was only one——

Luo Shan sighed and said softly: "I want to donate all the profits from the last song to charity, instead of being divided by other people. This is... my last sliver of love for this industry and fans."

"The last song?" Lu Chan looked up at her: "Are you going to—"

Luo Shan smiled and shook her head: "At the beginning of this winter, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness."

She said a rather lengthy professional term, and Lu Chan and Qi You couldn't help being startled at the same time.

"I don't know how much time I have left. I may not be able to do much by myself. That's why..."

Luo Shan looked at the two of them deeply, and said in a sincere tone: "Please, please let me dissociate from that family. I don't want my last song to rot in their stomachs after I die."

There was mist in front of Luo Shan's eyes, but she still couldn't stop her earnest eyes. She tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, her fingertips trembling and turning white.

She seemed more hopeful than resentful.

Such a person will be buried in winter.

Qi You put down the water glass in his hand, looked straight into Luo Shan's eyes, and said word by word:

"The resentment has been fulfilled, and I am willing to serve you."

Luo Shan softened all of a sudden when she heard the words, leaned against the back of the chair, and couldn't help wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Thank you, thank you—"

"But Miss Roshan, I still have something to ask you."

Lu Chan handed the paper to her, and asked with a smile, "Does the 'bad behavior' your parents refer to is another person living under this roof?"

The author has something to say: I will start class tomorrow.

(but back to school on the 26th (.))