unlucky ghost

Tanzi threw the food box to the ground with a bang, and obediently returned to the corner.

At noon, a young man opened the door, replaced the morning food box with a new one, locked the door again and went out.

Looking at the steaming food box, Tan Zishi swallowed, turned his head and fell asleep.

Tanxi was very happy, he had already died once, so he was not afraid of dying again, while Tanzi was really asleep, he secretly drank the whole jar of wine, and lay down and fell asleep beautifully.

In the evening, there are still young servants who come to deliver meals.

Tanzi rubbed his eyes and sat up, seeing that the food box on the floor had been replaced with a new one, and the steamed soup and steamed buns inside were steaming.

Tanzi suffered for two days with his face on his face, and on the third day, his chest was pressed against his back and he was already starving, lying on the ground half dead.

Tanxi paced back and forth anxiously, cursing in her heart, this little boy is going to torment the dead.

Just as he was in a hurry, someone outside whispered, "Master, he hasn't eaten for two days and three nights, and he's probably going to starve to death right now."

A slightly taller shadow outside the door waved its fan, and the iron lock on the door opened with a bang, Feng Yi pushed the door and walked in, walked to Tan Zishi in twos and threes, looked around, smiled like a normal person: " I said, Young Master Tan, to be a ghost is to be a ghost, why do you do this?"

Tanzi pressed his face to the ground, and said weakly: "Baby bastard, you bastard, you Feng family doesn't have any good ones!"

Feng Yi was not annoyed, he unfolded his fan and shook it, said with a smile: "Did I tell you not to talk too fast, if it were my father, I'm afraid you would already be in front of Hades by now."

Tanzi moved his eyelids with difficulty, and said, "If you're a real man, please enjoy yourself, don't be a motherfucker."

Feng Yi smiled and shook his head.

"You..." Tanzi felt that all the strength in his body was going to be exhausted, he opened his mouth, his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak.

Feng Yi waved his hand to the back, the servant girls and servants shrank their necks and retreated, closing the door quietly.

Feng Yi put away his fan, rolled up the sleeves of his robe, picked up the food box from the ground, and walked towards Tanzishi.

Tanzi really heard his footsteps, barely opened his eyes, and moved towards the base of the wall with great effort, "You...what are you going to do?"

Feng Yi walked up to him, knelt down, lifted him from the ground, leaned against the wall, opened the food box by himself, took soup, and fed it to his mouth with a small white porcelain spoon.

Tan Zishi frowned, and looked away in disgust.

Feng Yi reluctantly leaned forward again.

Tanzi was really annoyed, and pushed his hand away.

The soup splashed onto Feng Yi's sleeve, Feng Yi put down the bowl, took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, wiped it off carefully, picked up the bowl again, and brought it to his mouth.

Tanzi raised his hand with great effort, intending to punch the bowl over with a punch, but he swung his fist in the air, and was caught by Feng Yi's hand effortlessly.

Feng Yi grinned, and Tan Zishi's arm creaked, drooping on the ground.

Tears welled up in Tanzi's painful eyes, and he gritted his teeth silently.

Feng Yi's eyes suddenly became cunning, he pinched Tan Zishi's chin with one hand, forced him to open his mouth, held the soup in the other hand, and said with a smile: "Aren't you afraid that this soup might be poisonous, heh, I still think you are That man, you are such a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death." After speaking, he took a sip from the bowl and said, "If I, Feng, wanted to harm you, I wouldn't use such abusive methods."

After finishing speaking, he poured the soup into Tan Zishi's mouth.

Tanzi really wanted to scold but couldn't, so he was forced to swallow a few big mouthfuls.

Only then did Feng Yi throw away his hand in satisfaction.

Tanzi lay down on the ground and coughed twice.

Feng Yi bent down, looked at Tan Zishi with squinted eyes, and Tan Zishi also stared at him, the two of them stared at him for a while, Feng Yi frowned, then smiled faintly, and said: "I found out, I Doesn't seem to hate you that much."

Tan Zi was stunned for a moment, then raised his fist and hammered on the bridge of his nose again.

"Oh! Hiss..." Feng Yi hurriedly covered his nose, and staggered back.

The boy outside hurriedly opened the door and came in, and the two stepped forward to hold down the thumping Tanzishi on the ground.

Feng Yi waved his hands, and the two servants retreated to the sides.

"Feng's surname, I am at odds with your Feng family!"

Feng Yi was gasping for air, while asking in puzzlement: "Why?"

Tan Zishi clenched his fists and said, "If I remember correctly, you were going to kill me in the back mountain that year."

Feng Yi frowned, and said: "If I say that I didn't harm you that time, do you believe it or not?"

Tanzi said, "I don't believe it!"

Feng Yi shook his head, and said to the servants in the room: "That's all, all of you watch carefully, and take good care of Young Master Tan, don't get tired of waiting." After saying that, he walked away holding his nose.

On the second day, when Tan Zishi woke up early in the morning, he saw that the surroundings had changed. The floor was covered with thin felt, and the walls were hung with fine landscape paintings. Zi Shi was lying on the couch in his clothes.

Tanxi was sitting outside drinking tea. Seeing him wake up, he quickly threw the teacup on the tables. Dazed, he rubbed his eyes.

Tanxi hurriedly stopped still, for fear of scaring him again.

Seeing that the teacup had not moved, Tanzi thought he had misread it, heaved a sigh of relief, sat up and got dressed.

The servants outside heard the commotion inside and hurriedly opened the lock. Two servant girls came in with their heads down to help him dress and freshen up.

Tanzi had become used to suffering for so many years, suddenly it was awkward to be served by others, so he snatched the robe from the servant girl and said, "I will do it myself."

After putting on the robe, Tan Zishi ordered again: "Put the water here, I have hands, I don't need you, go out."

A few maidservants put the water aside with a smile, and went out with their mouths pursed.

Tanzi stared at the maidservants who were not big or small, washed his face, and combed his hair randomly. When he walked to the door of the room, he saw that the door was locked tightly.

Tan Zishi tried to push the door, but the big lock outside rattled, and he was so angry that he kicked the door hard twice, which made his feet hurt.

Tanzi rubbed his feet, and the doorman outside said: "Mr. Tan, don't kick the door, be careful of hurting yourself. Our young master said, let Mr. Tan rest in peace of mind. If you need anything, just ask, don't feel wronged." Own."

Tan Zishi kicked twice again, endured the pain and said: "Let me out, he killed me earlier, now I don't owe you Feng's family any more."

The servant was also honest, and replied: "Young Master Tan, don't spoil yourself, the young master has said it, and I will definitely not let you out."

Tanzi rubbed his feet, got angry for a while, then walked to the side of the couch, fell asleep.

Tanxi saw that he was decadent day by day, either staring at the window in a daze, or covering his head and sulking, or hammering his fist against the wall, so she would often accompany him in his dreams to persuade him.

Tanzi often dreamed of the old Tanfu, and often dreamed of those playmates who accompanied him when he was a child. Tanxi saw that he was always happy in his dreams, so he couldn't bear to disturb his sweet dreams, and stood far away. Watching from the side, I also feel that joy in the world is rare.