Scholar has special ghost skills

In the evening, after dinner.

He Yunqing worked so hard to take a shower in the bathroom. Although Cheng Zhiliu taught how to use it before, it still took a lot of effort, such as how to adjust the warm water and the amount of water in the shower. Another example is how to distinguish which is body wash and shampoo.

When washing, I can't help but sigh that the world 300 years later, life has become so convenient, but I feel a little unable to adapt.

"Hahaha, are you ready to wash?" Cheng Zhiliu saw him, and jumped up from the sofa as if he was finally liberated. After all, his grandfather was sitting on the side, closing his eyes and meditating like a piece of wood, which made him also Don't dare to make big moves.

At this time, Yan Junyi slowly opened his eyes and looked over.

I saw He Yunqing's drenched black hair loosened, and his slender body was changed into a set of blue and white loose clothes with vertical stripes, but the neckline was still too low, but at least the long-sleeved trousers were not Too much nudity.

"Is this clothes worn like this?" He Yunqing asked Cheng Zhiliu in a slightly embarrassed manner. He didn't know why the buttons of the clothes were tied at the front, and he didn't know if he wore them wrong after wearing them for a long time.

"That's right, that's right." Cheng Zhiliu nodded, the pure cotton pajamas that He Yunqing was wearing were bought by the way out today and he didn't pay much attention to the size, "It seems a bit big, but the pajamas should be loose and comfortable .”

Then he found that his wet hair was dripping with water, and said, "Wow, Madam Patriarch, your long hair is so long, why don't I cut it with scissors?"

"How can this work?" He Yunqing was shocked, and hurriedly protected her hair.

Yan Junyi stared at Cheng Zhiliu with eyes like a torch, and sternly scolded, "How can you let you do whatever you want with your parents?!"

"No..." Cheng Zhiliu shrank his neck, "We don't like to have long hair now, and it's so inconvenient..."

Yan Junyi interrupted him, "You are the person 300 years later, but we are still the person 300 years ago."

"...It's my disciples who didn't act cautiously in their words and deeds. I hope the ancestors don't blame me." It was inevitable that they would continue to say, but Cheng Zhiliu immediately admitted his mistake with a serious expression!

Yan Junyi still gave a cold "hum" in dissatisfaction.

Even if the other party seems to be only about the same age as himself, Cheng Zhiliu is still afraid of him. This may be the so-called pressure of seniority. I'll get you a hair dryer."

As he said that, he ran back to the room to look for it.

He Yunqing sat on the sofa, hesitated for a moment and said, "Yan Junyi, the sixth brother is quite a good person, don't scare him all the time."

"I didn't scare him." Yan Junyi said coldly,

"Look at you, can he not be afraid with a stern face all day long?" He Yun leaned over, looked him in the eyes earnestly, "We are newcomers to this world 300 years later, and we have to rely on him for everything. You should be more gentle."

Yan Junyi frowned, and "hummed" again, but when he saw He Yun leaning forward slightly, the water droplets dripping from the tip of his hair slid onto the white collarbone at the neckline, and he even smelled a faint smell. of fragrance.

He tightened his throat, and quickly reached out to grab the opponent's neckline.

"...cough." He Yunqing also noticed something immediately, and quickly retreated to sit on the other side, his face was burning hot, and he hurriedly fanned the wind with his hands, "Hehehe, it seems a little hot."

"I found it..." Cheng Zhiliu took out the hair dryer from the room, and saw that the atmosphere between the two on the sofa was a little...subtle.

Hey, did something happen when he entered the room?

"What are you holding?" He Yunqing asked anxiously, avoiding Yan Junyi's eyes, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

Cheng Zhiliu pretended not to know, smiled and walked over, plugged in the hair dryer and turned on the switch, and the wind blew out.

"What on earth is this used for?" He Yunqing was surprised and surprised, and felt a strong warm wind when he reached out his hand.

"It's a machine that can dry hair in one go, so just hold it and blow it on your head." Cheng Zhiliu demonstrated with a hair dryer, and then put it in his hand, "Try it."

"Wow~ it's so amazing!" He Yunqing imitated the movement he had just done blowing his hair, and felt quite comfortable.

Cheng Zhiliu said intentionally or unintentionally, "By the way, Patriarch, do you want to take a bath and change clothes too?"

He Yunqing immediately shouted nervously, "No, he has injuries, so he can't touch the water!"

Cheng Zhi's six eyeballs turned around, leaned into his ear and said, "Mother Patriarch, why don't you wash my Patriarch? It's not me, the Taoist uniform on Patriarch's body is full of blood, and it already smells bad Didn’t I also buy his pajamas today, I think it’s better to change and wash after bathing.”

Hearing this, Yan Junyi frowned and lowered his head, sniffing his sleeves.

"How can this be done?" He Yunqing's face was on fire, and his neck was burned at the speed he saw.

"What's wrong with this, we are all men, why bother to be coy." Cheng Zhiliu laughed wildly in his heart, and said seriously on the surface, "Besides, the patriarch has injuries on his body. If he doesn't take a bath for too long, it will cause a serious injury. Plant what we call bacteria here, and you will die if you get infected!"

"Will you die?" Sure enough, He Yunqing was startled by his words for a moment.

Yan Junyi stood up "swish", facing Cheng Zhiliu and said, "You teach me, I can do it myself."

"Of course there is no problem with teaching." Cheng Zhiliu continued to exaggerate, "but Patriarch, you have to take care of the wound, the bathroom floor is so slippery, and there is no one to support it. If one accidentally slips and breaks a bone what to do?"

He Yunqing didn't dare to listen anymore, and stood up, "Yan Junyi, that... If you don't mind, I, I... I'll wash it for you."

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a rush of hot air coming from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, burning my whole body.

"I'll be careful, I won't fall." Yan Junyi frowned, and cast a sideways glance.

"Master Patriarch, there are no absolutes in this world." Cheng Zhiliu earnestly said, "It will be troublesome if an accident really happens!"

"That's right!" He Yun decided with contempt for death, "Yan Junyi, you and I are both men, and there is nothing to be shy about."

After saying that, go get him a change of pajamas.

"Say, what are your intentions?" Yan Junyi narrowed his eyes and stared at Cheng Zhiliu who was on the sofa.

Cheng Zhiliu looked innocent, "Master Patriarch, I was wronged, don't you think you really need to wash?"

"you!"

"Come on, let's go in." Before Yan Junyi could finish asking, He Yunqing had already come out, dragging his sleeves into the bathroom.

When the door closes.

Cheng Zhiliu couldn't bear it anymore, fell on the sofa and shook his hands and feet crazily, suppressed his voice and burst out laughing, "Puhahahaha... No, no, no, they are so funny."