After being adopted by five nonhumans

Under the complicated gaze of the proprietress, Xiao Guyu worked hard to cook the food, trying to wipe out all the meat that the three parents stuffed into his bowl, but he was just a little cub after all, he couldn't eat so much at all, his cheeks bulged There are still many balls left, too.

Seeing that his parents and brother had finished eating, Xiao Guyu looked at the proprietress with some embarrassment, and raised his short hand: "Auntie, can you give me a bowl?"

The proprietress understood that the child was going to be packed, and she liked this child even more in her heart who knew not to waste food, so she immediately said, "Okay, just wait a minute."

Not long after, the proprietress took out the noodle box and packed the remaining noodles for Xiaoguyu. Xiaoguyu took the noodles and suddenly remembered that he hadn't invited Uncle Wang to eat, and that Uncle Wang had wrapped red envelopes for himself!

Thinking of this, Xiao Guyu quickly raised his head: "Auntie, I want to buy another bowl of noodles and take it away."

Dong Pang was a little strange: "Little taro?"

Faced with the puzzled looks of his parents and brother, Xiao Guyu explained seriously: "I want to bring a bowl of noodles to Uncle Wang."

"So it's like this, little taro is really good." Dong Fatty's honest face was full of pride when he heard Xiaoguyu's words.

His cub is sensible!

Rong Xiao and Yan Ji also showed approving expressions, rubbing Xiao Guyu's head one after another.

The proprietress was shocked by the child's sensibility, and when she enlarged the row, she specially picked a big one for the child, and stuffed the take-out plastic bowl to the full.

Xiaoguyu insisted on doing her own thing, refused the help of her parents, and held a bowl of noodles in each of her two little hands.

Going back to the furniture market, the three ghosts each picked up a piece of furniture and carried it to the deserted village.

In this way, the three ghosts and one cub returned to the deserted village with their own burdens, and when they reached the fork in the road between going home and going to the old Wang’s house, Xiao Guyu stopped, waved to the parents, and motioned them to go home first, “I’ll go to Uncle Wang’s house.” Deliver the noodles and go home later."

The parents nodded in agreement.

Xiaoguyu took the noodles and went to Lao Wang's house. As soon as he walked to the courtyard, he saw Lao Wang bending over with some difficulty, standing in front of his vegetable field and picking vegetables, probably preparing to cook dinner.

Xiao Guyu hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Wang!"

When Old Wang heard Xiaoguyu's call, a smile appeared on his old face, and the corners of his eyes were deeply creased: "It's Xiaoguyu, I'm here to open the door for you."

He opened the courtyard door from the inside, put Xiaoguyu into the yard, and then continued to pick vegetables.

Xiaoguyu hurriedly pushed the big row of noodles he was holding forward, and said, "Uncle Wang, stop picking vegetables. I went to town today and brought you noodles, which are still hot!"

When he took Lao Wang's bowl, he specially asked the proprietress to wrap an extra layer of plastic bags, and then covered the noodles in his coat, so although he walked for a while, the noodles were still warm.

Lao Wang's hands trembling a little, he asked again in disbelief: "Is this bowl of noodles really for me?"

Xiaoguyu nodded vigorously, seeming to find Uncle Wang's question very strange: "Of course."

Old Wang's eyes suddenly turned hot, he turned his face away, and said in a cheerful tone, "Hey, thank you little taro, Uncle Wang is so happy."

Is there anything happier in this world than someone thinking about his old bones?

Lao Wang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes calmly, smiled kindly, and greeted Xiao Guyu: "Little taro, please sit down for a while, Uncle Wang will get you candies, okay?"

There was still some Alpine candy bought during the Chinese New Year, so Old Wang took it all out and stuffed it into Xiao Guyu's pocket, and then said, "I'll take you home after Uncle Wang finishes eating the noodles, okay?"

Xiaoguyu wanted to refuse, saying that he could go home alone, but Lao Wang firmly disagreed, and finally sent Xiaoguyu home.

As soon as Lao Wang walked to the door of Xiaoguyu's house, he felt that something was wrong, and after a closer look, he found that there was an extra red brick room next to Dong Pang's house.

Old Wang: "?"

He wasn't drunk today, so how could he still have hallucinations?

Old Wang couldn't help stretching out his hand to rub his eyes, shaking his head vigorously.

But the red house remained motionless against Dong Pang's original house.

Xiaoguyu looked at Lao Wang's strange behavior: "Uncle Wang, what's wrong with you?"

Old Wang: "Little taro, can you see that red house?"

Xiao Guyu took it for granted: "Of course, it was the house my parents built for my brother at that time."

"Brother?" Old Wang keenly grasped the key words.

Just at this time, Yan Ji walked out of the living room in a red dress, saw Xiao Guyu standing in the yard, and hurried over.

Lao Wang looked at Yan Ji, and instantly realized that this is another ghost who wants to raise Xiaoguyu.

"Brother!" Seeing Yan Ji, Xiao Guyu trotted from Lao Wang's side to Yan Ji's legs in an instant, like a puppy wagging its tail wildly after seeing its master.

Seeing Xiaoguyu's actions, Lao Wang instantly realized that his ranking in Xiaoyuyu's heart had dropped by another place.

After all, everyone else is close parents, mothers and brothers, only he... is the uncle Wang next door.

Lao Wang felt bitter, but Lao Wang had no choice.

However, the next moment, Lao Wang heard Xiao Guyu continue to say: "Brother, this is Uncle Wang, he is the one who sent me back."

Lao Wang: Little Taro introduced me on his own initiative, he cares about me!

Lao Wang immediately revived with full blood, and greeted Yan Ji with a smile, he was a happy little old man again.

After saying hello, Pharaoh went home, and Xiaoguyu was brought back to the living room by Yan Ji. Dong Fatty and Rong Xiao were sitting in the living room, and when they saw Xiaoguyu come back, they smiled.

Rong Xiao picked up Xiao Guyu: "Xiao Yutou, mom will take you to wash up, and then you can go to bed and rest."

Xiao Guyu nodded obediently in Rong Xiao's arms.

Only Dong Pang and Yan Ji were left in the living room. Dong Pang took the opportunity to tell Yan Ji that Xiao Guyu is a pure soul, and that as long as he stays with him, he can avoid the pain of death and taste the taste of food, Yan Ji After hearing it, I was shocked.

Not completely convinced, and still a little hesitant.

Dong Fatty then said: "It's hard to believe, as long as you win against Rong Xiao and me tonight, you will be able to sleep with Little Taro, and you will understand everything by then."

As soon as Yan Ji heard that he could sleep with Xiao Guyu, he immediately said: "How about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and poetry?"

As a hexagonal fighter, Yan Ji is not afraid.

Dong Pang said calmly: "Rock paper scissors."

Yan Ji choked speechlessly: "..."

After a while, Xiaoguyu finished washing and returned to the living room fragrant.

The three ghosts glanced at each other, their eyes full of fighting spirit, just like the live version of the monster eating the Tang monk's meat.

Just when the three ghosts were about to make a move, they saw Xiao Guyu softly opening his mouth: "Father, mother, can I sleep with my brother today?"

Dong Fat and Rong Xiao became jealous at the same time: "..."

Obviously they came first, as well as raising Xiaoguyu, and deciding the outcome by rock-paper-scissors.

But now, why is Yan Ji directly named by Xiao Guyu?

Yan Ji was dumbfounded at the moment, feeling rather flattered, turned to look at Dong Fat and Rong Xiao: "You two... can you?"

Dong Pang and Rong Xiao looked at Xiao Guyu's expectant eyes: "..."

There is no way to refuse.

So he had no choice but to watch Yan Ji carry Xiao Guyu into his room and close the door very quickly.

After entering the room, Yan Ji put Xiaoguyu on the side of the bed, and took off his coat and thick underwear for him. Xiaoguyu, like a small loach, quickly slid into the bed, revealing only a small head. Fingering the quilt, he pointed to the empty seat beside him: "Brother, come up quickly."

Yan Ji was so cute that he said immediately: "Okay."

The two lay side by side, and Xiao Guyu's posture gradually changed from being under the quilt except for his head to two short hands resting on the edge of the quilt on his chest, and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother, I want to hear story."

Yan Ji naturally wanted to satisfy the child's wish, so he went to Dong Pang's room to get a book of fairy tales, and told Xiao Guyu a story about "The Frog Prince".

After listening to the story, Xiaoguyu closed her eyes contentedly and fell into a sweet dreamland.

Yan Ji looked at the child's peaceful sleeping face, but still dared not relax. Although Dong Fat had said that as long as he stayed near Xiaoguyu, he could avoid repeated deaths, Yan Ji still had no idea.

He simply changed from a lying position to a sitting position, thinking that if the time came and he was still going to die, he couldn't scare Xiao Guyu.

Time ticked by, and soon it was twelve o'clock.

Yan Jiqingjun's face was tense, and he was ready to rush out at any time, but after waiting for a long time, he still didn't get the familiar hot feeling that had entangled him for thousands of years.

He really... stopped repeating death.

Yan Ji opened his eyes in a daze. This was the only quiet night he had experienced for thousands of years, without the powerlessness of lack of water and the unscrupulous pointing of passers-by. What was left to him was the long and steady breathing of Xiao Guyu beside him. Voice.

It was so peaceful and peaceful, as if everything hadn't even started yet.

Yan Ji... once had a stable time.

Yan Ji's father is an ordinary teacher, and he can't get a good reputation, but he has a good appearance. When he was a teacher for Miss Yan's family, Miss Yan, who was rich and beautiful, fell in love with him at first sight, and she was determined to marry him. Poor scholar, Yan's father and Yan's mother had no choice but to agree.

After marriage, the lives of Miss Yan and the poor scholar were not too bad. In order not to let Miss Yan suffer, the poor scholar worked hard, opened a private school, and taught dozens of students at the same time, because one of the students became a scholar. , The poor scholar became a famous teacher in the town.

The conditions were ample, and Ms. Yan was pregnant with a child. In a blink of an eye, the child was three or four years old and could already fluently read the poems his father taught in class.

The poor scholar was very happy about this. He smiled and asked him what he wanted to do when he grew up with the child in his arms. The child said that he wanted to be a teacher, just like his father.

The poor scholar smiled, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with his son inheriting his father's career.

Seeing that the life of the family is getting better and better, the poor scholar suddenly had an accident and died saving a child who fell into the water.

After the death of the poor scholar, Ms. Yan tried her best to support the family, but in the end it didn't help, so she had to take the child back to her mother's house, which is Yan's house.

At this time, Yan's father and Yan's mother had already passed away, and now the Yan family is a younger sister-in-law who heads the family. She didn't want to take in the orphans and widows, but she was afraid of losing their tongues, so she brought them back to the mansion, and treated them as servants. He treated Ms. Yan according to the same standard, and even changed the surname of the poor scholar's child to Yan, named Yan Ji.

She sent Yan Ji to her son as a personal book boy.

Unexpectedly, the poor scholar who rushed to the exam several times without success gave birth to such a clever son as Yan Ji.