Small saccharin

The next second, with nothing in front of him, Zhuang Jiuxi fell forward in inertia, and fell on the carpet again.

The free air conditioner is gone.

Sitting on the ground, he raised his head in bewilderment, and saw Mr. Li Gui's straight figure standing far away, his usually expressionless face was rarely frowned at this time, and there was still a bit of anxiety in it?

"Brother Ghost?"

Zhuang Jiuxi got up from the ground and took a step towards him blankly.

In the next second, the distance between the ghostly shadow and him was even further.

Zhuang Jiuxi was shocked, "I'm not mistaken, Brother Ghost, why do you look like a ghost when you see me? Who is the ghost between us?"

This is still my brother ghost?

Such a ferocious big boss on weekdays, why does he look like he can't be avoided in front of him today?

For a moment, Zhuang Jiuxi couldn't tell whether it was the more frustrated self-esteem, or the more pride that frightened Brother Gui.

Mr. Li Gui said blankly, "I'm allergic to fluff."

"??? So ghosts are also allergic to fluff?"

This sentence reminded Mr. Li Gui.

He looked down at his palm, but he didn't see any signs of allergies. A trace of confusion flashed in his cold purple eyes, "My soul instinct tells me that I should be allergic when I'm alive."

Zhuang Jiuyan was greedy for the air-conditioning on Mr. Li Gui's body, and encouraged him, "Brother Gui, try it, why are you allergic even if you're dead?"

Mr. Li Gui lowered his eyes slightly.

The boy lowered his head, his pair of small fox ears moved back and forth, revealing his belly like an unguarded pet, waiting for the master's pampering.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuang Jiuxi only felt that the scorching itching on his ears suddenly disappeared, replaced by a burst of icy coldness, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably: "Um..."

"Brother Gui, try harder, the tips of your ears are still itchy."

Like a small animal used to being served, the boy buried his head in Mr. Li Gui's arms very naturally, and arched it vigorously, so that his ears could feel the coolness of the "air conditioner" more comfortably.

comfortable……

It's like drinking a sip of iced cola in the hot summer and soaking in a hot spring in the cold winter. It's so blissful!

Mr. Li Gui's body was stiff, and he was already motionless.

There is a layer of soft fluff on the boy's fox ears, brushing his fingers like catkins, as if passing the itch to him.

He tried to pinch it, and the hot pinna almost melted the temperature of his soul.

Is this... the reason why ghost boys can't help but want to eat people? That hot breath is indeed the food that ghosts yearn for the most.

He lowered his eyes, trying to calmly explain his strange mood with logic.

"Brother Ghost." The boy in his arms is clearly a chatterbox, and he still doesn't forget to chat with him at this time: "Why do you say that the instinct of the soul is telling you about allergies, and you don't remember whether you have allergies when you were alive?" phenomenon?"

Li Gui said in a hoarse voice, "I have no memory of being a human being."

It was the first time Zhuang Jiuxi heard about Li Gui.

He yawned and asked vaguely: "Brother Ghost, you must have been dead for many years, why have you stayed in this house all this time? Is there any obsession that you haven't fulfilled?"

Originally wanted to ask more things, but the hot fox ears made me sleepless in the past few days, but now I was quickly swept away by drowsiness in this icy cold temperature, and even my brain became chaotic.

Without an answer, he fell asleep in a daze.

In his sleep, he heard a deep voice in his ear, saying, "I have no choice."

The calm and indifferent tone seemed to be expounding a fact without any emotional fluctuations.

He was trapped in this house with no memory, no past or future, day after day, year after year, waking up in the lonely night, and losing consciousness in the morning when he was about to see the light.

There was never an option.

The hour hand of the antique clock is ticking, reminding the time to go by.

The boy slept on the sofa all night, his head was resting on the black shadow's lap, the fox ears looked extraordinarily small and cute in the man's big hand, and the big tail behind him flicked unconsciously, as if immersed in some beautiful In the dream, I am very happy.

At the moment when the night faded, the sun quietly rose, and the first ray of light shone in, Mr. Li Gui's straight figure quietly disappeared without leaving a trace.

As if it never existed.

Zhuang Jiuxi's pillow disappeared, and his head fell on the sofa.

——!

He was awakened, rubbed his eyes, and looked around blankly, only to realize that he had slept in the living room all night.

But... sleep well.

Zhuang Jiuxi got up, hung up the reminder that the broadcast will start in the afternoon in the live broadcast room on his mobile phone, and was about to go back to the house and go back to sleep. He walked in with slippers on, glanced at himself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom from the corner of his eye, and yawned. keep going.

and many more!

The boy backed away suddenly, and then he stood under the full-length mirror and stared wide-eyed. In the mirror, he looked like a normal human being. He reached out and rubbed his hair. It was true, the fox ears and tail disappeared!

All disappeared!

What a big surprise.

Zhuang Jiuxi came to his senses.

"After all, this world is such a double standard," he said confidently: "Humans only like to pet cats and dogs, rua small animals, but they never want to become the object of being masturbated."

That morning, Zhuang Jiuxi met with the person in charge of YG at a restaurant in the city center to sign the contract as agreed.

Hmm... It's understandable that YG doesn't want to come to the haunted house to sign the contract.

The process went smoothly.

Zhuang Jiuxi, the platform, and YG exchanged short greetings, and signed the contract quickly. He also successfully received a deposit of [-], and the final payment will be transferred to the bank card after the cooperation is over.

Ma Ning warmly greeted Zhuang Jiuxi: "Anchor Zhuang, do you want to find some entertainment programs after dinner?"

"No need," Zhuang Jiuxi was also very sincere towards the sponsor's father, "We have a good cooperation, Mr. Ma, and I won't bother you for the rest of the time. I'll go buy a tablet later and go home and continue the live broadcast."

The person in charge of the Yueshi platform on the side looked sideways at him. He didn't expect such a number one person on his live broadcast platform, and he couldn't help but respect him: "Mr. Zhuang is really dedicated."

Zhuang Jiu answered solemnly: "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold."

Ma Ning: "..." Is there such a thing as being stingy and loving money?

After saying goodbye to everyone after lunch, Zhuang Jiuxi did not go back immediately, but first raised the proceeds from the backstage of the live broadcast.

Except for the three to seven points with the platform, Secretary Zhao on the manor side promised not to ask for rewards, so he made a net profit of 6000 yuan, plus the advertising deposit, the income directly exceeded [-] yuan.

Zhuang Jiuxi spent 3000 yuan to buy an ipad for drawing.

When paying the fee, the shopping guide of the flagship store took a look at his old mobile phone with a broken screen, and suggested in a soft voice: "Sir, there are also new mobile phones in the store now, and the effect is better when used with iapd. Would you like to take a look?" ?”

Zhuang Jiuxi firmly rejected her suggestion.

Because of being poor and stingy.

If you buy a tablet computer, you can draw and make money, and as long as your mobile phone can be used, it can’t create value for Zhuang Poong, and it doesn’t deserve to be replaced.

On the way back, Zhuang Jiuxi thought about it, clicked on Zhuang's father's wechat avatar, and transferred 3000 yuan.

Accompanied by a "ding", almost in seconds, Zhuang's father quickly collected the money and sent a question mark of doubt.

This "?" is very spiritual. It can be understood as how do you get rich?It can also be understood as why you suddenly send money to your father?

I'm so poor: [Support for you two to practice the trumpet. 】

Father Zhuang: […]

Father Zhuang: [You want us to practice the trumpet for 3000 yuan?You are really filial to me. 】

I’m so poor: [father♂kindness♂son♂filial piety].

Zhuang Jiuxi remembered that he said that he was the enemy of the poor god's blood, and that he wanted to type to provoke his father, but only to find a red exclamation mark popped up on the screen, and he succeeded in making his father so angry that he blocked himself.

"...All right." Let old man Zhuang go for now.

He was sitting in a taxi, a bit far from Rongshen Manor. Zhuang Jiuxi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, before he dozed off unconsciously.

He remembered something from the past.

In fact, the father and son's interaction mode of being unkind and unfilial has basically been maintained for many years.

It seems to be a gag, but in fact, both father and son have been deliberately avoiding some topics that would cause conflicts.

In a daze, Zhuang Jiuxi dreamed of his college days again.

At that time, my father wanted his son to get married early and have a grandson, but he refused to go home for a blind date, so the family of three had constant conflicts.

On the eve of graduation, it was the biggest quarrel.

He remembered that he expressed his truest thoughts in the most intense tone, and yelled hysterically at the other end of the phone:

"Marry and have kids and live a life of poverty and nothing, right?

In order to be able to look like a normal person in the eyes of the public, I have to marry and have children with a girl I don’t like, and then keep squeezing myself dry for a little monster I don’t love and even keeps sucking my blood until I get old and paralyzed on the bed, waiting for the little monster I have supported all my life to die. Is this the life you want me to live? "

"Yes, I am selfish. Not only do I not want to get married and have children, but I am also afraid of poverty. I especially want money. I want a lot of money to change my destiny!

I hope that one day I can earn a lot of money, have a house that I can manage, have a bank card that I can control, eat whatever I want, and travel wherever I want. "

He paused, not even realizing it, his voice choked up inexplicably, angry and aggrieved: "My life is only for decades, why can't I live the life I want? You keep saying What old age, but if I was not happy even when I was young, then why should I live until the day when I am old?"

The parents on the other end of the phone fell into a long silence.

until hung up.

"Sir, here we are."

Zhuang Jiuxi was awakened by the taxi driver's voice.

"Okay, thank you!"

The boy woke up from his dream. He sat up straight, looked around, and found that it was at the bottom of the valley. Then he saw the driver's embarrassed expression and immediately understood.

Zhuang Jiuxi smiled and took the initiative to say: "Okay, I will go up by myself, please, master."

Seeing that there was no need to go up the mountain, the driver breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him repeatedly.

Zhuang Jiuxi got out of the car after paying the bill, and walked briskly up the mountain. This road is actually still a long way, but he bent his lips when he looked at the manor full of flowers in the distance, showing a satisfied smile.

pretty good.

At least for now, he is working hard to make money, and he is also moving towards his dream step by step.