my vegetable boyfriend

Yang Ziqian looked at his body "running" out of the hospital in a panic, and really wanted to give the child in his head a big middle finger.

[Oh my god! !What the hell is this! 】Yang Ziqian recalled Lin Shan's weird look at him just now, and broke down and growled in his own consciousness.

Little Yang Ziqian ran with trembling legs, gasping for breath, clenching his fists nervously, glanced back and forth on both sides of the road, then picked a direction and ran.

"Hey! Not in this direction! Hey, hey, hey..." Yang Ziqian shouted and danced in his body, but he couldn't influence little Yang Ziqian's every move.

"Amitabha, Amitabha...NOnono...." Yang Ziqian, who had lost his original body and lost control of his "new body" at this moment, looked at the increasingly deviated road in his vision, and desperately recited the Buddha's name to restrain himself from wanting to scold sinkhole his impulses.

After running for a long time, the panicked little Yang Ziqian finally stopped, and looked around anxiously at the nearby buildings, his little face turning green and turning pale.

At this moment, Yang Ziqian, who had been only able to see the outside situation through his eyes since just now, suddenly felt the itching of his feet, and then he tried to turn around, but found that his body really moved according to his own will.

"I'm going... Do I want to do this... Can someone tell me what the reason is... Hey, 'Yang Ziqian'? Can you hear...I speak? You know I'm in your... ... is it here? Ahh?" Yang Ziqian, who had regained control of his body, closed his eyes in confusion, and asked in a low voice, pressing his temples.

However, 1 minute passed, and there was no response, either in his consciousness or in his ears.

"Tsk! What's the matter? Is this your body or mine?" Yang Ziqian was really worried about this question.If it is said that this body belongs to the other party, then wouldn't he become the "bad ghost" written in those books?But even if he's really a bad ghost, he doesn't know any spells to seize the body... But if it is said that this body is not his own, but it is clearly his body "many years ago", and he is inside I have lived in it for nearly 20 years, otherwise it would be impossible to "use" it so smoothly, isn't it......

Yang Ziqian bared his teeth and couldn't figure it out, so he opened his eyes and wanted to yell to vent.But who would have thought that when he opened his eyes, he saw a malevolent star standing upright in front of him.

"Today is Thursday... isn't there a sketching class in the evening...... Oh, did you come here to 'sketch'?~ But why didn't I see the teacher and other students. .....I didn't see you holding a drawing board, pen and paper..." Mo Yu squinted his eyes and looked down at Yang Ziqian, talking to himself in a gloomy and weird tone.

【.......Ghost-animal......】Yang Ziqian saw the "distorted face" in front of him, and he looked like a person suppressing his anger. For some reason, the first reaction in his mind was this. ..... "cute" words.......

"It's not me..." Yang Ziqian felt that with his life experience and "intelligence quotient" in his twenties, he could definitely handle it, but who knew that Mo Yu over there didn't even give him a chance to speak. With only one arm, Yang Ziqian was clamped upside down under his armpit, followed by a merciless slap.

"Little bastard just finished beating yesterday and today is not enough! See if I can't beat you to death today!!!" Mo Yu controlled his strength to cut Yang Ziqian's buttocks, but he became irritable and anxious in his heart while beating.

Yang Ziqian didn't expect that he would use martial arts before he used his "skills"... He just felt that the world was turned upside down, and then he slapped heavily on his buttocks.

[I rely on it! ! ] Shame, anger, and annoyance all rushed to the brain, and Yang Ziqian's heart and blood were agitated.Looking at the people watching the excitement reflected in his eyes, Yang Ziqian wanted to cry anxiously. He desperately mobilized his brain trying to think of some way to stop this "shameful" scene.

"Wow!!!!" However, just as he was about to ask for mercy, he clearly heard the sound of crying coming from his own mouth.

【? 】

Seeing his little nephew crying, Mo Yu stopped waving his hand.

"Tsk..." He rudely picked up the child who was caught upside down under his arms, stuffed it into his arms, and then walked away.

Little Yang Ziqian pressed his face firmly against Mo Yu's chest, sobbing and pushing himself into his arms, fearing that the shameful scene of "domestic violence" would be seen by outsiders.

"Why did you agree yesterday? Didn't you say you won't skip class? What you said is bullshit! Ah?!" Mo Yu hugged Yang Ziqian, cut off all the outside sight, and cursed viciously into his arms.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Xiao Yang Ziqian's grievances became louder and louder, as if he was about to cry if the other party said a few more words .

"Hold it back! I'll take care of you when I get home!" Mo Yu shook the flesh in his arms, felt the wet and cold front, and sighed silently...he couldn't say any more cruel words .........

[....It's all my fault...I'm sorry...] Yang Ziqian repented in consciousness.

At the same time, Yang Ziqian, who once again lost control of his body, felt as if he had discovered some rules for controlling his body.But in the end, he still needs to observe again.

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"Where did this kid go and this is this? Looks like a furry little rabbit?" Lin Shan climbed to the door and looked out of the corridor, holding Yang Ziqian's little red schoolbag left here... ..

After looking around for a while but not finding anyone, Lin Shan rolled her wheelchair into the house, but when she looked up, she saw her son, who had been in a coma for a day and a night, woke up!

"Xiao Kun! Xiao Kun, you woke up, you scared my mother to death... woo woo..." Lin Shan quickly threw her wheelchair to the side of the bed, hugged Xia Kun and began to cry.

However, Xia Kun didn't speak, he stared blankly at the ceiling and remained motionless, until Lin Shan saw his abnormal state and called out to the doctor in panic, a little normal light flashed in his eyes.

"It's okay, mom...it's okay...it won't be like this in the future...never again..." Xia Kun spoke hoarsely, the dead silence in his eyes disappeared , the light faded, leaving nothing but loneliness and indifference.

"It's fine as long as it's fine, good son..." Lin Shan didn't care about the sweat and tears that came out of shock, and hugged Xia Kun's neck repeatedly to suppress her panic.

Xia Kun silently allowed his mother to hug her vigorously, and turned his head to look out of the window where the sky was full of clouds......

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"When you get home, tell your grandpa clearly, so that you don't feel bad after I beat you up." Mo Yu held his nose and showed resentment.

Little Yang Ziqian was almost crying, and nodded his head in confusion with red eyes.

"Why did you come back so early today? Then let's eat early today, I'll make it soon..." Yang Ziqian's grandma poked her head out of the kitchen to make a fuss, and ran back after speaking kitchen.

Yang Ziqian lay in his little uncle's arms and didn't dare to look up, for fear that his grandparents would see his face.It's okay to just see him crying, but I'm afraid that if he asks, the little uncle will reveal that he "trunked class" again.

However, Mo Yu didn't think about his thoughts. After changing his shoes at the door, he carried the child and walked to the old man's room.

"Little uncle..." Little Yang Ziqian raised his face and called out to the person who was holding him in a pitiful voice, his two little hands clutching the white shirt of the other person vigorously.

"Hey, it doesn't work well..." But Mo Yu raised the corner of his mouth at little Yang Ziqian, showing a weird smile.

[I'm going big!This is a proper ghost! ] Yang Ziqian, who was temporarily trapped in his body, roared silently.

As soon as he entered the room, all he saw were antique and old-fashioned wooden furniture, screens, wooden chairs, and long tables, which made Yang Ziqian dizzy in his body. [Antiques! !It's all antiques! !Why didn't I know that my grandma's house had these good things? ! ! 】

The old man who was watering a pot of Chlorophytum turned his head when he heard footsteps, and looked in surprise at his younger son and grandson who were supposed to be back two hours later.

"Isn't there an art class tonight? Why did you come back so early... where is the schoolbag?" Seeing that the child couldn't come out with his head covered, the old man frowned and asked his son in doubt.

"Hmph... What about you, where is your schoolbag, Yang Ziqian?" The old man pointed out the problem that he had inadvertently ignored, and this problem was still quite serious in his eyes. Last school, he lost his schoolbag? !Is it plausible!Mo Yu angrily grabbed Yang Ziqian by the neck.

Yang Ziqian clearly heard a thump in his heart, and then...

"Grandpa! I miss you so much!" Yang Ziqian jumped from Mo Yu's arms to the ground, and rushed towards the old man.

"Oh, my eldest grandson...hahahahaha...he is still acting like a baby at such an age." The old man put his arms around Yang Ziqian halfway, and let go of the seriousness on his face and laughed.

Most old people like children more and more as they get older, but Yang Ziqian, who has just gained control of his body, resolutely and shamelessly grabbed the old man's weakness, and directly curbed another violent beating that was about to come.

"Grandpa, my schoolbag was left in the hospital, and my friend was sick and hospitalized. I went to see him at night, and I didn't have time to tell you that I was wrong...but he is really pitiful, lying on the bed all the time." Yang Ziqian blinked He squinted his eyes, pretended to be childish, and made up half-truths and half-false lies with ease.

"That's right, that's right, did you buy some fruit or something?" Hearing what the child said, the old man relaxed a little, touched the red corners of Yang Ziqian's eyes, and gave Mo Yu a sideways look.

Mo Yu looked at the little nephew who had made a 180-degree turn in astonishment, and suddenly couldn't react.

"Okay, let's go wash your face and get ready for dinner." The old man patted the back of Yang Ziqian's head and sent him out.

"Enen" Yang Ziqian obediently jumped to the ground, rubbed his sore buttocks and ran out.

"What's going on?" Seeing that Yang Ziqian had gone out, the old man turned his head and asked Mo Yu.

Mo Yu thought for a while, then stroked his chin and said, "Tsk, it seems...it might be true...but it's not right...why didn't he tell me just now...he didn't I went to pick up iron, but I went to XX Hospital. I didn’t follow him in, but I caught him when I saw him running around... Um... why do I feel that this kid is a little bit Strange..."

"Hey...... Let's do this first, these days you work hard and follow up more at night, don't let those debt collectors pester your children like last time... "Speaking here, the old man stood up with a long sigh and leaned on crutches, and then looked at the finely carved ancient wooden cabinet beside him.

"Dad! Don't think about what you have and what you don't have... If it doesn't work, I'll think of a way to sell these things." Mo Yu said with a sullen face and a little dissatisfaction in his voice.

However, the old man ignored him, straightened his back and walked out.

When eating dinner, Yang Ziqian chewed the meal full of memories, unconsciously distracted.

Today's incident was due to him cheating little Yang Ziqian, but he really forgot that the other party had a sketching class tonight, and he didn't expect that his little uncle would follow him every night.

However, after several "handovers" back and forth throughout the day today, Yang Ziqian finally discovered some opportunities for himself and little Yang Ziqian to switch control of his body.

From the current point of view, it seems that whenever the party controlling the body fluctuates greatly or loses consciousness, the body will be taken over by the other party.And this kind of mental fluctuation may be fear or fright, maybe there is excitement? .....while unconscious....as in sleep.....

[Tsk...] Thinking of this, Yang Ziqian is a little depressed, because if it is as he guessed, the probability of the two controlling the body is random.In other words, if the other person is not nervous, afraid or excited, then you may not be able to take over your body. At the same time, in the process of controlling your body, you may become a "bystander" as soon as you wake up like in the afternoon. He could only watch the other party act helplessly.

But having said that, he really wants to know how little Yang Ziqian thinks about these "abnormalities". If it were him, he would definitely feel haunted......

"Hey! Hey! Did you hear what I said?!" Mo Yu said impatiently with his chopsticks against Yang Ziqian's head.

"Ah?" Yang Ziqian looked up at Mo Yu blankly and blinked.

"It's useless to pretend to be confused! It's raining outside, go downstairs to the station to deliver an umbrella to your uncle..." Mo Yu looked at the other party's dumbfounded look, and then he hardened his heart and repeated his own words.

"But I..." Yang Ziqian wanted to say that he hadn't finished eating, but he saw that his bowl of four taels of rice was empty.

Yang Ziqian "......"

【Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !I do not want....】

"Hurry up, here, umbrella." Mo Yu didn't look at the kid's ridiculous look of collapse, he raised his chin and handed the umbrella to Yang Ziqian, then turned and left.

Yang Ziqian was holding his umbrella and weeping. He wanted to go into the house to find his grandma and grandpa after dinner, but he stopped abruptly.

It's not that he doesn't like to work or doesn't want to pick up his uncle, it's just that the old building in grandma's house has no lights at night, and it's extremely eerie at night.Yang Ziqian still remembers several times when he was a child he didn't dare to go upstairs because it was too dark at night, but he didn't go home until the adults at home came out in a hurry to find him.And walking alone in the dark corridor became one of the "material sources" of Yang Ziqian's nightmares for many years.He used to hate his little uncle so much for always trying his best to make him go downstairs in the middle of the night, but now that he thinks about it... maybe the little uncle is trying to train him...?  …

Yang Ziqian pretended not to see his little uncle who was looking at him through the crack of the door, and went out with two big umbrellas.

"Amitabha, Amitabha..." Yang Ziqian muttered as he went downstairs, and after walking up two flights of stairs, he suddenly found himself...seemingly... not very scared...

"Huh?" Yang Ziqian went all the way down to the first floor inexplicably without any emotional fluctuations, and then he couldn't restrain his doubts.

With a face full of disbelief, Yang Ziqian trotted to the station holding a big umbrella.

And he stood still for less than 5 minutes, and the uncle, who had not yet become yellow and thin due to liver disease during this period, got off the bus dangling with a black briefcase on his back.

"My family is Qianqian, you know you're here to pick up uncle, don't you?" Mo Fei got out of the car and went straight to the child holding a big umbrella, picked him up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Wow... Uncle, you're drinking again!! It stinks..." Yang Ziqian remembered that it was from this time that his uncle seemed to be socializing and drinking vigorously, so he deliberately covered his nose and gestured Make an exaggerated expression that can't be tolerated.

"Smelly? Shhh...is there any?" Mo Fei, who obviously drank too much, saw his little nephew's reaction, and sniffed his clothes disapprovingly.

"Yes, your mouth is..." Yang Ziqian wanted the other party to pay attention to his own words, so he wanted to lie and say that the other party had bad breath. He felt that the always strict and serious uncle would be very concerned about this.However, before he finished speaking, Mo Fei lifted him up high.

"Wow!" The umbrella in Yang Ziqian's hand fell unsteadily, and the fine rain immediately poured on his head.

"Qianqian, Qianqian... my uncle has the opportunity to study abroad... that's great!! Great!!! Qianqian, ah... my uncle is so happy!!! Hahahaha ..." Mo Fei held Yang Ziqian high and turned around, and the other umbrella that Yang Ziqian was holding was also thrown out.

Yang Ziqian, who was turned dizzy, had never seen an uncle like this. In his impression, the uncle was always calm and even a bit rigid, and the other party had no other hobbies except books and calligraphy.And he had seen the other party when he was drinking too much, but it was not as exaggerated as it is now...and what concerned him most was...studying abroad?In his "life", the eldest uncle stopped studying after graduating from high school. How could he have the opportunity to go abroad?what's the situation?

"Humble...Humble...hahahahahaha..." However, without giving Yang Ziqian a chance to think about it, Mo Fei shouted excitedly, as if he was about to lack his character since he was a child As if making up for his enthusiasm in one go, he desperately held Yang Ziqian in circles.

"Uncle! Umbrella! Our umbrella!" Yang Ziqian was held up by the other party and couldn't move, and he clearly saw an uncle in a black raincoat behind the stop sign picking up the two big umbrellas he had just dropped on the ground. Umbrella quickly jumped onto the bus.

And it wasn't until the bus drove away that Yang Ziqian couldn't hold back and yelled in that direction, "Your uncle!!"

"Hahahahaha!! Your uncle!" Mo Fei really drank too much, and he who had never sweared in front of others, imitated Yang Ziqian's tone and started cursing wantonly.

Yang Ziqian looked at the happy and silly uncle below him speechlessly, and wanted to cry, "You've been bent over too!!!!"

Back home at night, both of them were soaked through.

Mo Yu looked at his eldest brother who was obviously in an abnormal state at this time, and the corners of his eyes couldn't stop twitching.

Yang Ziqian looked at the way his younger uncle looked at his elder uncle, thinking that the other party was waiting for an opportunity to retaliate, so he quickly slipped into the bathroom to take a shower.joke!He had heard from his grandma that the two of them often saw blood when they were young.

After Yang Ziqian came out of the shower, he hurriedly urged the excited and sleepy uncle to wash, and then obediently ran back to the room to do his homework.

After finishing the homework easily with the new notebook, Yang Ziqian lay down on the table boredly and thought of Xia Kun. "I don't know how he is...wake up...should call Lin Shan...well, Auntie Lin..." Yang Ziqian muttered and fell asleep unknowingly passed

"Qianqian..." After taking a shower, Mo Fei, who was half awake from the wine, entered the room with a book in his hand, but after yelling, he found that his little nephew had fallen asleep.

"Tsk... What if it's a cold, uncle is really fine..." Mo Fei said annoyedly, and carried Yang Ziqian onto the small bed.

Before leaving, he put the sketchbook he bought today on the child's table, and said good night softly.

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When Yang Ziqian regained consciousness, he found himself standing upright in the classroom in a daze, while the other students were staring at him intently.

[What's the situation!ah! ! !At least let me keep watching! ! !It’s really too much to go on like this...] Yang Ziqian feels that the control right now is in his hands, and at present "I" is obviously in class now......

"Hurry up!" The male teacher on the podium shouted at Yang Ziqian angrily, and impatiently tapped the math problem on the blackboard with a ruler.

【Oh......】Yang Ziqian looked at the math problem on the blackboard and suddenly realized... probably because the other party was too nervous to answer the question when he was called up, so he woke him up... maybe. ....

Yang Ziqian flexed his wrist, strode forward, picked up the chalk and swiped it, and then walked off the podium gracefully.

Looking at the surprised or surprised eyes of the children below, Yang Ziqian snorted arrogantly.

【Huh, what can I do with the elementary school chicken and rabbit in the same cage application problem......】

However, Yang Ziqian, who was so awesome at this time, didn't think about it... The "self" of this period was "lived" by the math problem on the spot and "fainted"... .