Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

"And your card, there is something wrong..." Liao Dongdong glanced at Mu Junchen and lowered his voice, "I can't tell if there are guests here. I will come to you when your guests leave."

Liao Dongdong left, I picked up a burnt lotus root coal and put it on the side of the door, struck two matches, first lit a stack of paper money, and then used the paper money to light three incense sticks and two red incense candles in the hole of the lotus root coal , Just enough to stand up, the paper money was thrown into a small iron basin and burned.

Mu Junchen came out, knelt down next to me, took a few wads of paper money and put them in the iron basin without saying a word, then counted three incense sticks, lit them and stuck them on the coal balls, and suddenly knelt down on the ground.

"This is my grandmother, why are you kneeling?!"

I immediately became angry and pushed him to shake a bit.

Mu Junchen looked at me with red eyes, and his broad back was slumped. I was afraid that he would cry, so I turned my head and let him kneel without talking about him.

"When did this happen?"

As he knelt and burned the paper, his voice began to choke.

I twisted the paper money to look like a circle of flowers, and put them in one by one: "When I was in the second semester of my sophomore year."

Mu Junchen remained silent for a while, sniffled, and asked again, "How did you get there?"

Me: "As she gets older, she is not in good health. Several chronic diseases are consuming her. She can live to 86. She is only [-] years old when she is four years old. People in the village say she is blessed. Five, she had a great appetite that night, ate a good meal, and left in her dream."

Mu Junchen nodded, and kept burning the paper, and when the incense was gone, he lit three more sticks.

I think there is so much paper money in this bag, Liao Dongdong must be thinking of burning it several times, he will burn it all at once, grandma might be killed by money down there, but it's hard to blame him, so he has to let him burn it.

After a bag of paper money was burnt, Mu Junchen's face was blackened by the smoke.

"The car will pick you up at the entrance of the village later." I said.

Mu Junchen nodded, went in to wash his face, and suddenly climbed up to the attic inexplicably.

"What are you doing up there?" I looked up at him suspiciously.

"I'm going to sleep here tonight!" Mu Junchen said viciously, closing the boards in the attic.

I also heard the sound of his lock: "..."

I had no choice but to send a WeChat message to return the car, went to the chest of drawers and opened the drawer, took out the photo of grandma, wiped it and rearranged it.

"Grandma, Mu Junchen came to our house, and he burned paper for you," I said, "Do you remember him? That tall male classmate who helped you with your work, you also said that he cooks delicious food .”

The room was quiet, I didn't hear her answering me, only the little old lady in the photo was wrinkled and smiling, maybe she really went out to play.

When it was dark, Mu Junchen smelled the aroma of food like a dog and came down to eat.

After eating the rest of the dishes at noon, Mu Junchen washed the dishes, boiled the water by himself, took a bath with my towel and soap, and climbed up by himself after washing. This time, the boards of the attic were not closed again.

I also washed up, turned on the light, stood in the dark for a while, and went to the attic.

After all, it was a relationship of friends with benefits for several months, so I didn't feel shy and just lay next to him.

Mu Junchen didn't speak, and the two of them lay quietly side by side, listening to the crickets chirping outside the window, but when I was about to fall asleep, I felt a palm slightly bigger than mine gently grasping mine. hand.

I really don't know what kind of investor and director Mu Junchen is, but he actually lives in his grandmother's house.

His towel was hanging on the metal pipe next to the faucet, my toothbrush cup was next to his toothbrush cup, and there was an extra pair of slippers. His clothes and underwear were hanging in the backyard, blowing against the wind.

He even made a few canvases and nailed them to the wall of the living room to start creating, painting the vegetables in the vegetable field and the little dog in the neighbor’s house, and left his graffiti on many cabinets at home, drawing a bunch of little yellow Chickens, yellow ducks, and dogs, as well as radishes, potatoes, and vegetables, have a strong local flavor.

The traces of his life are so pervasive. He changed the position of some furniture, installed curtains and retro chandeliers, so that I can't remember what it was like before.

"Didn't you say you're going to find an editor? You just stay here, and the film will be released in the Year of the Monkey?"

"What editor are you looking for? This movie is destined to hit the market. Let it go. This pornographic movie won't be screened and won't cheat the audience of their money."

In his grandmother's bedroom, Mu Junchen took a paintbrush and drew on the white wall a life portrait of his grandmother wearing a dark floral shirt, sitting on a wicker chair and asking for a cattail leaf fan, wrinkled and smiling. After two days of line drafting, I will start now. Colored: "You get back together with me."

Me: "Don't paint after finishing this one, it's fine to paint outside, why come to this room to paint?"

Mu Junchen: "I have to draw a field of rapeseed flowers. Grandma will definitely like it. The old people like colorful and gorgeous. If you don't want to get back together, just go out. Don't bother me to draw here."

I simply said: "This is my grandmother's house, if you want to go out, you must go out!"

Mu Junchen turned around with a cold expression on his face: "I won't go out, what's the matter?"

I gave him the middle finger.

He was even more shameless, as if he wanted to bite my finger, I slapped him on the face, and went to the backyard to look at the onions that had just been planted. "It's okay not to get back together."

Under the grape arbor in the afternoon, when you look up, you can see the white clouds and blue sky through the gaps in the grape leaves. Mu Junchen's voice floats over through the stained glass window.

"I've been pestering you all my life. I'll go wherever you go. If you farm, I'll sell vegetables. If you go to work, I'll follow you even if you apply for a job. What do you think? If you are bothered, call the police and arrest me, and I will follow you after I am released, unless you are married to a woman or find another man."

Neuropathy, unreasonable.

My brain hurts.

"Xiaolu, come here?" Liao Dongdong stood in the backyard of his house and waved to me, "I have something to tell you."

There was no wall in the backyard of my grandma's house, so I jumped directly into the vegetable field behind and took a detour to his backyard, and he stood by the small wooden door and opened it for me.

"I'll return this card to you." He took out a bank card from his pocket and gave it to me. "Your grandma has been away for so long, why do you still send money to this card every month? You can use it to buy paper money every month." Got so much money? Xiaolu, you can't come back from death, you are so filial to your grandma, she doesn't want to see you like this, let's face a new life, huh?"

"The rest can be bought for my mother-in-law every month..."

"No, you take it back. There is no such thing. If you have the heart, you can pay my grandma a new year's greetings when you come back from the Chinese New Year." Liao Dongdong's attitude is very firm, "And there is too much money in this card, we take this Card, I feel uncomfortable, you take it back, and say that you suddenly became so rich, my grandma was sick last month, and I brought the wrong card when I went to the hospital. Then I will deposit it for you, and I checked it on the ATM machine, good guy, there are more than 100 million in it, and you college students can make money."

I was confused: "...Huh?"

Liao Dongdong: "???"

I took the card and crawled back to the yard of my grandmother's house, wiped off the mud on the soles of my shoes, went in and asked Mu Junchen, "What are you cooking for tonight? I'll go out and bring them back along the way."

"I'll go with you."

Mu Junchen washed the paintbrush with turpentine and put it aside, took the key and threw it to me, and got up to lock the backyard door.

I went shopping around the vegetable market in the county and bought some pork, beans, prawns, chicken feet, and vegetables. Mu Junchen waited for me outside the ATM hut with several plastic bags.

I inserted the card in and checked out the recent detailed records, which showed that the extra 100 million yuan in the card was transferred from the platform company where my comics were serialized, and the company that signed a contract with a novel platform that put a book on the shelf.

In other words, this is my manuscript fee?

How could there be so many? !

I used my mobile phone to log on to the QQ account, only to find that two editorial platforms sent me a bunch of messages. It turned out that the novel I wrote was suddenly picked up by a video website platform, and it was adapted into an animation. More than 30, the animation is not finished yet, but the op was broadcast first, and then attracted a wave of traffic on the video platform, the number of novel subscriptions increased several times, and the manuscript fee suddenly increased by more than [-].

Because novels and comics are actually the same story, and I use the same pen name. Comics, anime, and novels attract each other, and subscriptions to comics have also risen a wave. Publishers contacted the platform to publish single volumes of comics. There is a sum of money.

Because when novels and comics are signed, the agency rights are given to the platform by default. They contacted me and got no reply. They directly signed the copyright with the video website and the publisher, and the money was directly transferred to my account, with 110 million tax deducted.

This is simply money in the sky.

I took out my bank card and went out.

Mu Junchen twisted his eyebrows everyday: "Why is it so long? Is the deposit in Kari so small that you secretly wipe your tears in it? Don't cry, my brother is working to support you."

I grabbed his collar and kissed him on tiptoe.

Mu Junchen's eyes lit up, he looked left and right, and blushed: "Have you figured it out and you have to reply..."

"I'm rich," I said. "I'm rich. I'm rich."

Mu Junchen carefully observed my expression, the joy on his face gradually disappeared, and he said with a sullen face: "You are daydreaming, aren't you? I mean, how could you, a ruthless prostitute, suddenly..."

"Don't walk, let's take a taxi back." I stopped a motorcycle on the side of the road and greeted Mu Junchen.

Mu Junchen looked at the motorcycle with a sullen face: "..."

What are you doing?Not happy with a motorcycle?

Problems?

On the way back, I kept thinking about how to use the money. Mu Junchen is short of money now, so I should give it to him, but according to his personality, it must not be acceptable.

The excitement of dropping money from the sky gradually passed away, and I began to get into the trouble of how to persuade Mu Junchen to use the money to save his movie hit the street.

"Prostitute, are you doing it tonight?"

After taking a shower, Mu Junchen wore only a pair of long trousers, and with his upper body bare and wet, he came over while wiping his hair. After wiping his hair, he casually put a towel around his neck, folded his hands, and sat on a chair thinking I hugged the problem and put it against the door frame of the back room.

Author: I finished the code, so it was a little earlier, the author has kidney deficiency, and did not add more (grinning teeth) See you guys tomorrow~

This time, the visible ending is coming. Thank you for your hard work. After waiting for 60 words, do you want to strangle me?