[full-time master] immortal

One night, when I saw sister Ning Xuan and Su Muqiu standing together, I found jealousy in my heart for the first time.

At that time, Fat Auntie was chasing Lu Songxian's "Swordsman" every night for two episodes, and we followed each episode without stopping.Mucheng was young and couldn't remember all the characters' names, so she called "Linghu Chong" "Fox Chong", which made me, Su Muqiu and their mother laugh out loud.That night, when Linghu Chong was on his way down Siguo Cliff, he ran into his beloved junior sister who fell in love with Lin Pingzhi, and was heartbroken hiding behind the window.After watching this passage, my little heart was full of boundless sadness that I couldn't name myself. I sat in front of the TV for a long time, and I didn't even realize that the piano and flute ensemble at the end of the film was over.It wasn't until Mucheng pulled my sleeve that I came back to my senses.

"Where's your brother?" I looked left and right, but Su Muqiu, who used to sit next to Mucheng, was nowhere to be seen.

"He just ran to find sister Xiaoxuan."

I took Mucheng's hand and walked to Ning Xuan's room door.Due to the preference of the vice president, Ning Xuan was able to have a small room of her own in the orphanage.The door of the room was ajar, I quietly pushed it open, and saw Ning Xuan and Su Muqiu.Two beautiful faces gathered together under the lamp, quiet and warm.Ning Xuan was holding a beautiful pink mechanical pencil, looking sideways at her homework.The sky-blue repeater that the deputy dean rewarded her is in the hands of Su Muqiu. When he presses the play button, the repeater magically emits the beautiful voice of the announcer. I don’t know what foreign language he is speaking. Can't understand.After the repeater finished reading a whole sentence, Su Muqiu pressed the pause button, and Ning Xuan scribbled on the book, then nodded again, signaling for Su Muqiu to play the next sentence.

At that moment, Su Muqiu sat upright under the light, refined and gentle.I found him really good looking.I found him very good-looking before, but at that moment I thought he was very good-looking, like the kind of spoiled and raised young man in the Qiong Yao Republic drama.I looked at sister Ning Xuan's side face again. She has a fair complexion, a small but straight nose, big eyes that are charming, deep eyelids, a thin layer of even bangs, quiet and well-behaved, just like a pear flower playing with a young master Qiong Yao girl with rain.

And what was he like when he was with me?He is a naive little kid who likes to swing a broom and pretend to be a hero, and takes my sister and me to play around crazy, and makes his face dirty every time.Our life has never been poetic, just a bunch of broken words, noisy and disorganized.And he and Ning Xuan are a group of poems that complement each other, a song with a long meaning.Even the group of ghosts emitting a faint blue light were unwilling to approach and disturb them.

I sniffed and caught a sweet, chocolaty aroma.Noticing two steaming mugs in their hands, I turned and easily spotted a jar of Ovaltine oranges on the cupboard.I've never had Ovaltine, but the aroma is so nice.

I withdrew my head, ignored Mucheng's soft protests, and didn't call Su Muqiu back, but sent Mucheng back to the room alone in a daze.That day I looked at myself in front of the huge rectangular mirror in the bathroom for a long time, trying to compare myself with Sister Ning Xuan just now.Under the harsh incandescent light, every part of my body has become a failure: my eyes are not big enough, and I have single eyelids; my skin is fair, but when I touch it, it is very rough, not as good as Ning Sister Xuan is so radiant; my eyebrows are messy, my nose is soft and sagging, and my hair is just brushed into a ponytail. I don't know how to grow a beautiful bang.Compared with Sister Ning Xuan, she is really a young lady, a maid, so different.Besides, I don't understand English, I haven't had Ovaltine, and I don't have my own room, my own lamp, or my own desk.I thought of Su Muqiu and sister Ning Xuan under the yellowish light, they were like the most perfect villains in the crystal ball, beautiful and alienated, with glistening snow, keeping me away thousands of miles away.

A person who is destined to be outstanding like Su Muqiu should always stand with sister Ning Xuan, not with me, such a crude little maid.

At that moment, I felt extremely depressed.

I am surrounded by the group of ghosts who are familiar to me.They have gone through a whole life, and my childish little thoughts are fully exposed in front of them.However, no one came to laugh at me, not even Grandpa Po, who wore a Qing dynasty braid and enjoyed making fun of children, did not open his mouth.Instead, he floated to my side, patted my shoulder in vain, and comforted me with his quacking duck voice: "Qing girl, it's okay, we don't need to envy her." I turned my head to look at the soul behind him, they He also showed some hesitant expressions.

I couldn't understand what Grandpa Abao meant, I just thought he was trying to comfort me.

I went back to the room dejectedly, and most of the children had already fallen asleep. Amidst the aunt's angry shouting, I also hurriedly got into the bed and closed my eyes.After the lights were turned off, in the quiet darkness, I didn't fall asleep. My heart and eyes were full of the sad Linghu Chong in the TV series just now.Looking back now, I can't even tell what I was feeling sad about that night: whether it was sister Ning Xuan's excellence and grace that made me more jealous, or the beautiful picture of her sitting side by side with Su Muqiu? Breaks my heart.At that time, I was very young, so I didn't realize anything; when I grew up and recalled it, I vaguely felt that maybe I liked Su Muqiu from that day on.My liking for him has been mixed with impurities from the very beginning: admiration, jealousy, wanting nothing, thinking like crazy, moths to the flame, and anger to the south wall.

The next day Su Muqiu came to me with Su Mucheng and complained that I didn't know where I went last night.He got some Ovaltine cocoa powder for me and Mucheng from sister Ning Xuan, but he couldn't find me, and he was tortured by the children in Mucheng's room, so he had to share all the cocoa powder with those children.I'll have to wait until next time to get a real treat.

I drooped my head wearily and nodded slightly.But in fact, I didn't have any expectations, and I didn't particularly want to drink any Ovaltine, let alone get some delicious food from sister Ning Xuan through Su Muqiu.

I asked, Su Muqiu, did you go to study with sister Ning Xuan yesterday?

Su Muqiu said, yes, I played the English recording for her.

I asked, Su Muqiu, do you think sister Ning Xuan is very beautiful?

Su Muqiu stretched out his hand, rubbed my head indiscriminately, and directly ravaged my hair into a chicken coop.Every time I utter nonsense, he will do this, in the name of helping me shake my head and clear my mind.He said, Xiaoqing, did you sleep too much again?

I then asked, Su Muqiu, do you like sister Ning Xuan very much?

I can't remember Su Muqiu's answer, it was blown in the wind.Maybe I didn't remember it on purpose.

You see, the conversation between me and Su Muqiu is like this - there is no poetry at all, just some broken words, lacking any meaning.

When I opened my eyes again from the dream, I found Su Muqiu was looking at me.Only then did I realize that I had just returned to the current year of 2022 from the beginning of this century in my dream.

I have dreamed about him too many times, so this time I also took it for granted that this is the continuation of the dream just now, and everything was just a joy in vain.I closed my eyes and opened them again, but he was still there.I reached out to touch him, my fingers passed through his body, and everything returned to nothingness.

"Are you awake?" He said, his voice was still the same as seven years ago, with a little hesitation.

"what's up?"

"Your computer is out of power."

"..."

Oh.

It doesn't look like a dream to be able to say such unsightly words.I woke up instantly.

Turning over and getting up, I was a little at a loss and rubbed my messy hair.I was really dizzy yesterday, I was so busy playing videos for Su Muqiu that I forgot to plug in the power.Su Muqiu was halfway through watching the video, when the computer shut down automatically because it ran out of power.But as a ghost, he was powerless and could only stare at the computer with a black screen.

"Where did you see yesterday?"

"I saw a shot through the clouds, but I only saw the beginning."

"Hehe, my computer's battery life is pretty good."

While yawning, I found the power adapter from the bedroom, lowered my head and plugged it in: "My hands are itching to see it. But I don't have a Glory log-in server here. I will go back to Hangzhou and meet Ye Xiu. We will log in to your account again. He is working in an Internet cafe now, and there are plenty of login devices."

Su Muqiu nodded silently.After a while, he suddenly realized: "Which account do I have? Mu Yuchengfeng gave it to Mucheng, and Jun Moxiao is using Ye Xiu now. What about my Qiumusu account?"

Su Muqiu's question caught me for a long time.

"Qiu Musu's card... Uh, it seems Ye Xiu buried it in your urn."

"Damn it? You and Mucheng didn't stop him?"

"How can we stop him? He claims to be a staunch materialist, and he doesn't believe what we say."

In fact, I didn't really care about what Ye Xiu did at the time.After Su Muqiu's car accident, time became viscous, like a suffocating swamp, locking us in it, and I couldn't hear or see anyone.

I went into the bedroom and changed clothes.While picking up the hair tie in front of the dresser, I accidentally found a rusty cherry hairpin in the drawer.I was stunned, picked up the hairpin and looked at it for a while, finally shook my head with a self-deprecating smile, and threw the hairpin into the deepest part of the drawer.I went out and brought Su Muqiu who was still upset about the lost Qiumusu account card out of the door.As soon as he walked out of the enchantment, the ghosts who had been locked outside the door for a night swarmed up.Among them, a few people who are familiar with me witnessed a big show yesterday, and they looked at us with a bit of gossip and playful eyes at this time, as if they had already decided that this new little brother was my romantic debt up.

The first person to greet her was Aunt Yang.She was a city woman who lived in Huating County during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. She was a hard-working person during her lifetime. She gave birth to six children and failed to live past the age of five. Her husband also passed away shortly after the death of the sixth child.Ghosts will stay at the age when they died. Looking at Aunt Yang's current appearance, she has not lived her life.However, now that her soul has returned to bliss, she is reunited with her husband and children, and instead enjoys the blessings of family life.It can be seen that death is not the end, and sometimes it is not even a bad thing.I can always see Aunt Yang wandering happily on the road dragging her children.She has a cheerful personality, and she is also very concerned about me, a little girl who lives alone. She always asks about my health and occasionally teaches me some life skills.It has to be said that although the wisdom from our ancestors lacks scientific basis, sometimes it is quite reasonable.She pushed Su Muqiu away, led me aside, and asked me, who is this little boy?

I originally wanted to say that this was a friend of mine, but I always felt that this answer was too flimsy. I could convince Aunt Yang, but I couldn't convince myself.Anyway, I also avoided Su Muqiu, facing Aunt Yang, I didn't know where the courage came from, but I chose to tell the truth: "He is the person I have been happy with for a long time."

This answer was completely expected by Mrs. Yang. She nodded towards me, but there was a little pity and compassion in her eyes.She said, baby girl, Yi is a very good boy...but Yi is dead, Nong is still young, and his legs are still long.

I listened to Aunt Yang's advice, nodded frequently, and kept saying yes.The dialect here is really interesting. "Day" is referred to as "day feet", as if the days themselves will run away when they grow feet.After bidding farewell to Aunt Yang, I returned to Su Muqiu and found that he had become one with other ghosts.He heard my footsteps, turned around with a smile, but suddenly froze in place.

"Are you crying?"

I shook my head: "No. I didn't sleep well, and the sofa was uncomfortable."

I took him downstairs, toward the subway station.The house I rented is at Century Avenue Station, and my grandfather’s house is at Loushanguan Road Station, which can be reached directly by Metro Line 2. Line 2 is known as the city sightseeing tour line. Along the way, it will pass through Lujiazui, Nanjing Road, People’s Square, Jing’an Temple and other iconic attractions. Su Muqiu has never left Hangzhou in his life, and he has never even had the opportunity to visit the nearby Shanghai. visit.This time I have to take him for a good sightseeing.I looked at him, full of sadness in my heart - he could have fought with the Excellent Era team in the north and south like Ye Xiu, and seen all the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

Just as I was looking at him with pity and sadness, he suddenly turned around and said, "You still have something to tell me."

"...What?" He asked the question so nonchalantly that I couldn't turn my mind for a while.

"Last night, I found out what Mucheng and Ye Xiu have been doing for the past seven years, and you also showed me the development of Glory in the past few years... But, I still have a lot of things I want to know." He looked at me , with serious and sincere eyes.

"You want to know about sister Xiaoxuan." I pursed my lips and smiled wryly.Even though yesterday's dream came from more than ten years ago, this expired jealousy still makes me sad, "Then I really don't know. Among us, the last person who saw her was you."

"What's the matter with Guan Ningxuan?" He was a little puzzled, and reached out his hand to mess with my hair.Instead, his fingers darted through my hair, grabbing a void.Both he and I were wide open for a long time.

He withdrew his hand somewhat melancholy, this subconscious habit seemed to make him extremely sad.He looked away, remained silent for a while, and then said in a rather embarrassed manner: "I'm asking you, Xiaoqing. How have you been these years?"

I looked up at him.

The past seven years are running fast in my mind.I'm doing fine - I'm tempted to blurt it out like that.After his death, I was still a very talented student with a frighteningly high GPA. I had done scientific research projects, published papers, and even won national awards. My classmates called me Gu Shen.I made great strides all the way in the student union and reached the ministerial level.I have been to the west to support teaching, and I have also been to study abroad, and I have met many, many amazing people.After graduating from my undergraduate degree, I went to F University for postgraduate study, which is considered to be my hometown. Now I am teaching in Yangming Middle School, one of the best schools in Shanghai. The most promising of the new teachers.

Compared to sister Ning Xuan who is already unknown in the vast sea of ​​people, I am the phoenix flying up the branches.I have too much honor to tell him that I am no longer that lonely sad girl in the orphanage, and I have not spent these seven years in vain.Whether it's me, Mucheng, or Ye Xiu, although each of us is saddened by his passing, we all have colorful lives.

Our days are long without him, and we're all doing just fine.

However, the thoughts twisted and turned in my heart, and when the words came to my lips, they suddenly changed their appearance.

I said, "Mu Qiu, I've been so sad these years."

I am so sad.The ending sound rises, which is a precursor to crying, and also has a bit of coquettish meaning.

Why don't I know everything Aunt Yang said?

He was dead, dead for many years.Seven years.I knew him when I was seven years old. When I was ten years old, my grandfather adopted him from the orphanage, and he died.In my life, he lived only 11 years, and he died seven years ago.

But, fuck you, Su Muqiu.

I'm still as sad as ever.

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The author has something to say: calling "Linghu Chong" "Fox Chong" is my own behavior, Lu Songxian is really handsome!

JJ's review time is very long, so I sent it out first, and it is estimated that it will be a New Year's Eve after the review is completed.

I wish you all a happy new year and all the best in 2022! ! !

2022.01.01 The first update of the new year, starting from catching bugs (.