Who calls this thing a god?

On the eve of New Year's Eve, the two counted the days and cleaned the house.

In the past, before Lu Chan returned to Shen's house for the Chinese New Year, he would hire several housekeeping company staff to clean up.

This year, there is someone to accompany, on the contrary, even such trivial tasks as cleaning have a bit of warmth.

Of course, this is only Lu Chan's personal opinion.

A certain Michong who would never stand if he could sit, and never sit if he could lie down, was nestling on the sofa, with his upper body half-tilted, his shoulders slumped, and he was lazily wiping the coffee table one after another. He stopped Stop, chest heaving, let out a long breath: "Oh."

It's been No. 17 sighs since he sat there.

The hands are too fast.

Lu Chan who covered the doorframe, floor and window sill with one hand: "..."

He took off the disposable mask a little, "If you are so tired, then go play some games."

He thought to himself, Qiyou, if you dare, we will see you in bed at night.

Qiyou didn't get a glimpse of the bloody storm, and immediately said: "Oh, I'm going to trouble you."

After speaking, fearing that Lu Chan would repent, he blew into the game room like a whirlwind.

Lu Chan: "..."

His sight was ruthlessly blocked by the "click" of the door closing.

The empty living room suddenly became deserted and lonely.

Lu Chan walked to the coffee table, looked down at the messy mirror, and felt a tight pain in his chest.

With a blank expression, he took off his gloves and mask and threw them on the coffee table, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "Hello, is this housekeeping service?"..."

His family has a relatively large area. In order to improve efficiency and save time, he simply hired six cleaners at a time.

When they came to the door, Qiyou happened to be free to pick up snacks. One of the fat aunts looked at his face and praised him with a smile: "Oh, so lucky, so lucky."

Because of these two sentences of good luck, Lu Chan planned to secretly wrap another big red envelope for her.

Qi You didn't understand the situation, and while carrying the snack bag, he rarely looked at Lu Chan at a loss.

Lu Chan shook his head lightly, indicating that there was nothing wrong.

He smiled at the fat aunt, with curved eyebrows and eyes, as if a spring breeze was blowing on his face: "Is he very lucky?"

"Yes!" The fat aunt also smiled, her cheeks were bulging, and she looked happy.

She is probably not a local, and she always has an accent when she speaks. Not only is she not funny, but she has a sense of intimacy, "In my hometown, male dolls must be blessed with bright eyes. This child has bright eyes. Shiny!"

Lu Chan raised the corners of his lips under Qiyou's eyes looking at Shenjing Bing, and his tone was imperceptibly proud: "Well, his eyes are very bright and beautiful."

The fat aunt took out the dishcloth that she brought, and waited for the gentleman to assign tasks like everyone else, and asked cheerfully: "This child is beautiful, is he studying?"

"Huh?" Lu Chan nodded seriously, "I'm in college, so I'm on winter vacation."

"Good at studying, good at studying! Which university are you studying in?"

Lu Chan heard the words and smiled: "'Husband from Lu Chan' University."

"Oh..." Auntie Fat has obviously never heard of it, but she feels that the last two words of the university's name are familiar, but she is embarrassed to say it directly, and she nodded with a smile: "This university is good, and it will be convenient to find a job in the future." ?”

Qi You, who was standing beside him, was about to kill him ten times with his eyes. He pretended not to see him, touched his nose, and said meaningfully: "It's convenient, you can go to work directly after graduation."

Qiyou: "..." I'm going to throw a cannon on your grandpa.

"Auntie, do you think I'm lucky?" Lu Chan asked suddenly.

The fat aunt subconsciously looked up at him when she heard the words, and met a pair of deep and heavy eyes.

Fat aunt: "..."

This fucking doesn't fit our old house.

She also couldn't say that the donor is not lucky, so she smiled coyly and said, "You are blessed, sir, he is handsome."

Lu Chan pointed at Qiyou: "Then do you think we are a good match?"

Fat aunt: "..."

Fat aunt: "???"

Qi You: "..."

He couldn't stand it anymore, and walked back to the game room with a big gift bag of snacks, and slammed the door loudly.

Seeing that people left, Lu Chan stopped chatting and simply assigned the cleaning work except the bedroom and game room, and he had to clean up the remaining two places himself.

Everyone in the house has their own work at hand, and Qiyou is alone in the game room, typing on the keyboard.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the domestic workers left one after another after receiving their wages, especially the fat aunt who was beaming with joy. She took the lead and left just as she came happily.

Lu Chan knocked on the little princess's door: "Hi, delivery."

Qiyou probably didn't play games this time around, so he quickly agreed: "Come in."

Seeing him leaning against the door frame with empty hands, Qi You frowned seriously: "Where's my takeaway?"

Holding the script in his hand, Lu Chan pretended to be anxious and looked around randomly, his posture really looked like a little brother whose takeaway food was stolen.

After searching all over to no avail, he straightened up with a groan, and looked at Qi You with a crooked smile: "I brought a sweet kiss, does this gentleman want to try one?"

Qi You acted in his true colors: "No appointment, sir, thank you."

A week before the Chinese New Year, Lu Chan called Director Shen Xuan to inform him that he would not go home for the Chinese New Year this year.

Shen Xuan held the mobile phone, his heart was sore, and he couldn't relax for a long time.

"Oh... I won't come back this year."

He was leaning on the solid wood sofa, unaware of the pain in his back, and asked cautiously and tentatively, "Yes...are you going to spend time with someone? Girlfriend?"

Hearing his sad tone, Lu Chan felt uncomfortable. He stopped watering the flowers, put the kettle on the balcony, and said bluntly, "Follow Qiyou." "

"Oh, oh..." Lao Shen didn't seem surprised, paused, and said slowly: "Then I'll send you some seafood tomorrow. Someone sent it the day before yesterday, and it's still very fresh. Your aunt also said to wait. You can do it when you come back. I’ll send it to you tomorrow, so you don’t have to buy it again.”

Lu Chan half-closed his eyes and looked at the boundless night outside the window. He touched the edge of the balcony rhythmically with his fingers, and said slowly, "It will be a new year soon."

He said this so nonchalantly that Monk Zhanger couldn't figure it out.

The other end of the phone was stunned for a moment, and sighed, "Yes, it's really fast. You were a fat boy back then, and now you can be the second in command of the ninth inning."

Shen Xuan's body is Xuanwu, a spiritual beast whose lifespan is as long as the sky.

But his voice is no longer young, it is full of tiredness and hoarseness that cannot be ignored, like a dry piece of bread.

It is no different from other middle-aged men in the workplace.

Listening to him babbling about those trivial matters, Lu Chan's original words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything.

The fingers are gradually bent and gathered, hanging on the side of the leg.

"Old Shen."

"Your aunt still... um? What?"

"On the 28th, I will give you something. I bought a new vase from the Southern Song Dynasty. You should like this thing."

"Huh? It's from the Southern Song Dynasty... Oh, I have to be careful with your aunt, or else it will disturb the peace of my ears."

After finishing with a few hasty sentences, Lu Chan hung up the phone and sat next to Qi You who was lying on the bed. He was watching a niche anime movie on the horizontal screen, and said without raising his eyes, "Have you asked for instructions?"

Lu Chan couldn't help laughing: "Yes."

With a natural expression, he took Qiyou's arm, resting his head on his shoulder, and said in a coquettish voice: "It's the first time for people to spend New Year's Eve outside, and you have to be responsible to them."

Before he could open his mouth, the hairs on his body exploded like thorns, Qiyou turned his head stiffly, and the usually indifferent peach blossom eyes were stained with panic for the first time.

It's like seeing Godzilla dancing a hula.

Lu Chan: "..." What kind of reaction is this?

He was clearing his throat, trying to save his face, Qi You took that arm out of his arms first, and made a "stop" gesture to him, "No appointment, we won't."

Lu Chan: "..."

He looked at Qiyou expressionlessly, as if looking at a prey caught in a trap, step by step: "It's against you, if you don't make an appointment, you have to make an appointment—"

While Lu Chan rushed forward, he stretched out an arm and pulled the lamp.

With a snap, I slept with the night.

On the day of New Year's Eve, two people are still too deserted to celebrate the New Year, and it is not as interesting as a lively family.

For the two of them, the meaning of this day seems to be "we are still together on New Year's Day", eating together, changing new clothes together, watching TV together on the sofa, and looking forward to the new year together.

I don't know where the rules are, but Lu Chan's family eats dumplings at twelve o'clock in the evening.

The time was not too urgent, the two of them sat until eight o'clock in the evening before starting to make dumplings, and they could still watch the TV from the angle of the kitchen.

Qiyou doesn't like to watch song and dance performances, but when performing sketches, he will stop and stretch his neck frequently to watch, forgetting that he still has a dumpling wrapper in his hand.

Lu Chan casually squeezed a little rabbit out of dough and put it in his hand, and put a little flour on his face: "Where did you come from, the little black worker, dare to be lazy, do you want a salary?"

Qiyou said, "What the fuck. I bought this land."

The contractor was overwhelmed by the big boss's attitude, and said in a very doggy way: "Then big boss, please do me a favor, hurry up and make dumplings. At twelve o'clock, there are three mouths waiting to eat."

When Qiyou heard the "three mouths", he remembered the "before bedtime love words" that Lu Chan told him in bed a few days ago, and immediately scolded: "Lu Chan, I think you don't want to pass this year, do you?"

Lu Chan: "..."

He immediately realized what was going on, pretending to be innocent and said, "Huh? Didn't you bring the cat back yesterday? Didn't it eat?"

"..." makes sense.

But Qiyou stuck to his position and said, "It won't eat."

Lu Chan smiled sullenly, and lightly squeezed the nape of Qiyou's neck with one hand, "Oh, well, in order to feed myself, the little princess can rely on herself."

Rebirth ass.

Qiyou slammed the dumpling wrapper and turned to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

As soon as he left, he revealed a dozen or so cursed unknown creatures lying crookedly on the curtain. Those who should have broken skin, those who should have exposed their stuff, without exception, without exception, no one was spared. Whoever ate stayed directly on the last day of the old year.

Lu Chan: "..."

He began to rejoice that Qiyou left early.

When the dumplings were brought to the table, it was just 15 minutes before twelve o'clock. Qiyou didn't seem to be very interested in the Spring Festival Gala, and he was nestled on the sofa playing with his mobile phone like an old man.

Seeing Lu Chan walking out with a bunch of red firecrackers, he was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, welcome the God of Wealth." Lu Chan put on a coat casually, and after he put on his shoes, he thought of something else and said, "Are you having a fight with me?"

Qiyou shook his head calmly and said, "He is a good god."

He didn't seem to intend to explain too much, but it probably didn't have much to do with him, so Lu Chan opened the door and walked out.

Probably the firecrackers were lit when they stopped in the yard.

Qiyou saw the sparks splashing through the window, but he couldn't hear the slightest sound. He subconsciously touched his ear but encountered a spell.

"Soundproof spell".

It was Lu Chan who deliberately performed the spell because he was worried that the firecrackers would disturb him before going out.

Qi You was stunned for a while, his fingertips lightly touched his eartips.

He once used the "Soundproof Curse" on himself - when he used the Dream Compensation Formation to insinuate Su Yun's dream, he thought it was too noisy, so he cast this spell casually.

This is the spell that Shen Hegui once taught him.

Thinking of this episode, Qiyou inevitably remembered a vague guess before, and thoughtfully stroked the red mark on the base of his little finger.

If it is—

"It's quite cold outside today."

Lu Chan closed the door, hung up his coat neatly, and greeted him: "What are you doing in a daze? You're eating dumplings."

Qiyou came back to his senses and responded.

He sat at the dining table, but Lu Chan brought a plate of dumplings from the kitchen to the game room.

Little black cat: "...Meow meow."

Damn, I'm not even qualified to be on the table, am I?

It didn't dare to challenge Lu Chan openly, and ate with its tail between its legs and its head bowed.

Woohoo, life is not easy, Miaomiao sighed.

Lu Chan wrapped all of Qiyou's favorite dumpling fillings, and put them on the plate like a hodgepodge. Except for a few brightly colored ones, people couldn't tell what the fillings were.

There is a sense of sight of opening a blind box.

Qiyou searched for the few dumplings he made, and Lu Chan held one and handed it to his mouth.

He took it subconsciously.

It is a "lucky dumpling" filled with honey and peanuts.

The sweetness dripping from his mouth.

作者有话要说：最近更新可能慢点（因为在准备剧情的第三部分），宝贝们不要急哈～感谢在2020-09-1717:24:03~2020-09-1817:44:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 2 Yun Shu;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!