Raising the coffin to make a fortune [travel]

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, the dormitory of Renmin University of Imperial Capital.

Because most of the students have already gone home for the New Year, and only some day-study students in the imperial capital took advantage of the cleanliness to return to self-study in the dormitory, or the poor students from other places chose to stay for the New Year due to economic factors such as air tickets. The dormitory building seemed very empty.

The uncle in charge of cleaning the floors will not go door to door to check the internal affairs as usual. He can go home for the holidays by simply swiping each floor with a dustpan and broom.

I was passing 442 right now, and there was a dirty sneaker lying alone outside the dormitory door. The uncle’s family is not rich, and he also has a son who is in college. On weekdays, he would see old clothes and shoes thrown out by others in the dormitory corridor. I habitually pick it up and wear it for my son.

But he is still very kind, usually he knocks on the door first, and only picks up the garbage that is not wanted by his classmates. You must know that these things are nothing in the eyes of the old family children, but in the eyes of their salaried people, they are just such second-hand things. The goods may not be affordable.

"Student, do you still want the sneakers at the door?" The uncle knew that everyone living in this dormitory had a background, so he didn't dare to raise his voice.

After waiting for a while, the door of the dormitory was opened, and the uncle felt that his heart of a straight man who had been straight for more than 50 years had been hurt by [-] points, and he bent instantly.

The person who opened the door was only wearing a white shirt that matched under the student uniform, but because of the relatively large size, it looked baggy on his slender figure, covering his underpants, revealing his slender and slender thighs.

His long hair was casually tied into a ponytail on the back of his head, and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his eyes, which looked pure and moving. He opened the door at this moment and looked at Uncle Cleaning with curious eyes.

"..." The uncle raised his eyes and looked at the house number. This is a classmate in their dormitory who has returned from a trip to Korea. How come he looks more handsome than a big star in a blink of an eye.

"I'm Yu Liangwan's classmate." The young man's voice was low and elegant, very pleasant to hear: "Do you have anything to do?"

"Oh oh oh, you are Xiaoyu's classmate." Mentioning Wan Baylor, the uncle's expression relaxed. In terms of background, this young man couldn't pick anyone who was taller than him even in Minda. He is simple and honest, and often helps himself out. Although he illegally stayed with his classmates at the moment, the uncle never thought of going to the dormitory management department to report.

"I'll ask if there are any more shoes at the door." The uncle blushed slightly and said a little embarrassedly.

Jin Wenling glanced at the old shoe that used to be used in Suzhou and Hangzhou. It should have been thrown under the bed by Wan Baylor for playing basketball downstairs in the dormitory. It looked a bit worn out.

"No, wait a minute, I'll find the other one." Jin Wenling went in for a while and came out again, holding another sneaker in her hand.

"Thank you, classmate, thank Xiaoyu for helping me!" The uncle nodded and walked away in a hurry.

Jin Wenling looked at his back and sighed. He seemed to be an honest person, and he didn't even recognize him, but it was understandable. When he was on the show, he was usually dressed in brocade clothes, mink fur, pink makeup, and jade. It's normal to not be able to recognize her now that she's wearing Wan Baylor's shirt and glasses.

Just as he was about to lock the door, he saw Qian Belle's head squeezed in from behind the door, holding a large thermos cup in his hand. He had already taken off his hat at this moment, and the tape on his head was steaming white. It is the breath caused by the temperature difference between cold and hot after running all the way.

He glanced at Jin Wenling, and instinctively raised his head, fearing that his uncle would visit again, but this time it was okay, probably because he had had a good time yesterday, the nosebleed was still very face-saving and did not flow out.

"Mimi, who are you trying to seduce by dressing like this?" Wan Baylor touched his nose and asked with a smile.

"My clothes were torn by you, and I only found this one among your clothes, which is still clean." Jin Wenling would become more casual and close to the people after having sex every time, and her aloof temperament dissipated a little, now His attitude is more like a gentle college student.

"Hey..." Wan Baylor smiled guiltyly. Yesterday he sealed the dormitory with stones, forming a very private space. Due to the dark and narrow environment, there was no light at all. As the two of them gasped violently, the inside The air was consumed very quickly, and it was a bit of extreme play at the end, which was quite exciting. Wan Baylor confiscated it, and Jin Wenling's expensive high-end ready-made clothes became the object of his lust.

"By the way, the uncle who did the cleaning came over just now and asked if you still want those sneakers, so I decided to give them to him."

"Ah!?" The expression on Wan Baylor's face suddenly became serious.

Jin Wenling was taken aback by him, thinking that the sneakers were his favorite, she said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that pair of shoes were very important to you."

Wan Belle slapped his thigh anxiously: "Hey, what are those shoes? I mean, if you open the door for other men like this, wouldn't you be seen by others!"

Jin Wenling was speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He stretched out his hand and pushed Wan Baylor out of the door, pointing to a few shirtless boys who came out to drop by in the corridor: "Then what do you think about these people?"

Wan Baylor strode into the door, turned around and locked the door, bumped his head against Jin Wenling and hugged him tightly: "My concubine refuses to obey me, how can I make up for my hurt heart."

Jin Wenling peeled him off, and didn't intend to continue the topic. He looked at the large thermos cup, turned it open, and found a pot full of Laba porridge inside.

"You said you were in a hurry to go home for this reason?"

"That's right, I just realized it's Laba today when I got up early. You want porridge. You have a weak spleen and stomach. Don't always eat things bought outside. It's better to cook at home."

Wan Baylor filled a bowl in a doggy manner, and placed it respectfully in front of Jin Wenling.

"You boiled this?" The taste is not bad.

"Yeah, I'm a motherless child, you won't be able to taste your mother-in-law's handicraft in this lifetime..." Wan Baylor said with a bit of sadness, thinking of Xuehua in the parallel world.

Although she knew that he was pretending to be pitiful and begging for comfort, Jin Wenling couldn't help but reached out and rubbed his curly hair: "Let's eat together."

The two of them were sitting in the dormitory eating porridge, feeling a little moved in their hearts. The so-called family life is probably like this. There has never been such an intimate experience with people other than blood relatives, which filled the hearts of the couple with warmth.

But the good times didn't last long, after eating a few mouthfuls, the door of the dormitory was knocked open again, this time it was Zhu Changzai who the concubine didn't like the most.

"I said sister, you can't let the Ai family serve the holy majesty to finish the meal? You are so impatient to take over the position, hahaha, I will not die for a day, you will be a concubine after all~"

With an expression on her face that I don't know who this guy is, Zhuzhu went straight past Wan Baylor and came to Jin Wenling, shaking the ready-to-wear in her hand.

Jin Wenling's face was slightly flushed. When he woke up early, he told Su Hang to go home to get a set of clothes, but he didn't expect to alarm Taifu Yu. For this person who watched him grow up like a brother like a father, he was a little shy of himself. private life.

"Thank you, Taifu."

Zhuzhu nodded, looked at the Laba porridge on the table, and looked back at the concubine Wan contemptuously: "You give this to the emperor?"

"What's wrong with having a reunion dinner with my daughter-in-law?" Wan Baylor said in disbelief.

Zhuzhu sighed, and looked up at Jin Wenling: "Emperor, you are the officiant, you shouldn't eat offerings..."

Jin Wenling was a little embarrassed, her eyelids trembled, and her long eyelashes were like dense fans, which was very provocative: "I know Tai Tu..." He put down the spoon in his hand as if compromising.

The concubine's anger immediately flared up, she stretched out her hand and was about to point at Zhuzhu, when she suddenly remembered the tragic experience of being struck by lightning last time, she put it back calmly.

"Mimi finally got a bit of an appetite, can you put away your knowledge of the ancients and the dead first, dear?"

Zhuzhu glanced at him sideways, and with a wave of his hand, there were five more people in the dormitory.

"Door God, Household God, House God, Kitchen God, Well God, see Your Majesty, Wen Zhenggong, Lord Guixi."

The five people greeted each other in turn according to their ranks. Wan Baylor was used to this kind of goblin for a long time, and waved his hand, feeling rather displeased that they put him at the bottom.

The five gods all held their breath and concentrated, not knowing what Zhu Zhu wanted to do with her supernatural powers, only the little god in the fourth place was a little mischievous, and while bowing to salute, he raised his eyes slightly, and glanced at Jin Wenling, his eyes were full of peach blossoms The appearance is very handsome.

"What are you looking at? I've dug your eyes out!" Wan Baylor slapped the table and stared openly at his wife, thinking he was blind.

Zhuzhu sneered: "Yu Liangwan, this is Lord Stove, don't be rude."

Wan Baylor was really taken aback, no wonder there was an old saying in the past, that men should not worship the moon and women should not sacrifice to the stove. According to legend, the Stove Prince was very handsome, and he was the most beautiful man in the heavens. We met today... Sure enough, he was only a little bit worse than himself.

Concubine Wan hypnotized herself for a while, and said not very convinced: "Oh, you are Xiao Zao'er, hey, do you have Zao Tang?"

The Stove Lord was very easy-going, nodded, took out a few stove candies from his sleeves as if conjuring, pulled out a tray, and offered it respectfully: "My lord, please use it. , Lord Domon will take care of you."

Wan Baylor took the stove candy and handed it to Jin Wenling first. He thought about it for a while, and he didn't know how to take care of this little fairy. He suddenly remembered that the stoves he had seen when he went to support teachers in the countryside were all It was built with the stones under his command, only now did he understand the reason, and he groaned twice proudly.

Zhuzhu arched her hands together and said, "The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month was originally a festival for worshiping the five gods. Now that we've seen each other, let's go our separate ways."

Everyone followed orders to disperse, only the Little Stove Prince blinked at Wan Baylor, stretched out his hand and waved a pair of Spring Festival couplets to him with a smile and said: "Paste it during the Chinese New Year, it will be a good thing." Slip and disappear.