Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Song Yan withdrew his hand, and brought back the bowl of noodles opposite him, which looked extremely unappetizing. After three or five mouthfuls, he washed the dishes and pots, and went back upstairs to sleep.

And at night, there was still a pair of cool hands covering his ears, slightly covering up some ghostly whispers.

Song Yan didn't try to open his eyes again to confirm which Mu Xiu was beside him, his body froze and he didn't move, and he fell into a deep sleep not long after.

In fact, probably, Song Yan also figured it out, the possibility of Mu Xiu's split personality is unlikely.

His completely bright and dark performance is more similar to the difference between when a girl ghost is calm and when she transforms into a fierce ghost, but Mu Xiu is a little more extreme, not the extreme of the dark side, but the extreme extreme of the light side, too pure and innocent.

Regarding this point, Song Yan didn't even know what Mu Xiu was thinking.Generally speaking, ghosts and ghost kings hope that their dark side will be infinitely enlarged, and their abilities will also be enlarged accordingly.But obviously, Mu Xiu didn't think that way, and acted like this.

Song Yan thought, maybe Mu Xiu was originally a ghost with a peculiar personality.

The next day, no one knocked on the door irritably. Song Yan woke up naturally after sleeping, and then got up to cook, eat, and read. Before Huang Po received a new job, he was going to live like this.

It's just that in addition to Song Yan's original summer plan, there was an extra ghost king who followed him every step of the way.

When Song Yan led the ghost king Muxiu to live their lives, the news that Chen Chengshu was a murderer had already spread in the town. It was beyond the expectations of all the relatives, friends and neighbors who knew Chen Chengshu. They actually got so close to the murderer. But... Especially Meng Qiang, who was frightened and fell ill.

For the follow-up trials, Song Yan occasionally listened to Huang Po and didn't pay any more attention.

The person has already been killed, and these retributions are not compensation at all for Xu Yunyun and Aunt Xu.

"Yan Yan, what are you doing?"

Ghost King Muxiu squatted beside Song Yan, watching Song Yan wearing water shoes and stirring the mud with his bare arms.

Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, but didn't answer immediately. After making the mud almost, he went to the old man Song's house and borrowed the pottery tools. He wanted to make clay pots by himself.

"Crack! Crack!" A few times, all the clay pots made by this batch were broken.

Song Yan handled the fragments well, learned from experience and lessons, and started the production of the second batch.

Song Yan paused when he disturbed Huang Ni, and Ghost King Muxiu put his hand on his, and looked at him with innocent and cute eyes.

"I don't need your help," Song Yan said, sighing softly in his heart, and did not force Mu Xiu's hand to move away.

After a long time, Song Yan's hands were already covered with yellow mud, but Mu Xiu's hands were still clean.

However, Mu Xiu was still very happy, he didn't want to play with mud, he wanted to hold Song Yan's hand.

The second batch was made, and only two of them were barely ready for use. After Song Yan ate something, he continued to make the third batch with the leftover yellow mud that he dug up early in the morning.

In the evening, a series of seven jars were placed in front of Mu Xiu, Song Yan said softly, "Choose one."

Undoubtedly, the clay pot that he had been working on all day was made for Mu Xiu.

The yellow mud is the most cloudy soil along the river, and the water is picked up from the shady place in the upper reaches of the small river. I learned and made these pots now.

Mu Xiu looked at Song Yan, and then at the pots, hesitating and hesitating before he pointed to a pot that looked a little stronger.

But immediately, he squatted at Song Yan's feet, with his head lowered, and his tone was extremely low, "There is no separate bed..."

Song Yan ignored his aggrieved and gloomy appearance, he picked up the clay pot that Mu Xiu was pointing at, and began to dip a brush in special water and draw special symbols on it.

While drawing, Song Yan whispered, "It's not good to see the sun with me all the time. If you feel uncomfortable, go inside and stay for a while."

How can I say that Mu Xiu has also been a great ghost king for hundreds of years, and he has been separated from his original place, Mu's House. After a long time, it will have some influence.

Song Yan also hesitated and hesitated before he came to get this clay pot.

Song Yan didn't wait for Mu Xiu's slow reaction, after painting these jars, he sent the rest to Mrs. Huang's house and put them there for consignment.

"Aunt Xu has come to look for you, you can give her one by the way, and you can sell the rest, and if you sell it, you can put it on my account."

Song Yan often bought things from Huang Po, and of course, he also sold things to Huang Po. It was almost at the end of the year that they closed the accounts together to make the settlement clear.

"Okay," Huang Po nodded, and continued to poke her yellow paper with her hand. She raised her eyes and watched Song Yan leave, with a little disappointment on her too pale face.

Song Yan seemed to get along well with the ghost king... She didn't know whether to be happy or worried about this.

When Song Yan returned home, the ghost king Muxiu understood Song Yan's kindness almost, and he asked Song Yan shyly and excitedly, "Yan Yan, Xiu, a gift?"

Song Yan also showed a little awkwardness that was not easy to detect, but he disappeared after a while, and he nodded, "It's...a thank you."

Because the ghost king Muxiu diligently covered his ears every night, he slept well during this time, he never owed people or ghosts easily, after much deliberation, this is the only thing he can do for the ghost king Muxiu.

Of course, he was also worried about whether his behavior would bring him any unpredictable consequences.

Worried about it, but he did it anyway.

"I like it." Mu Xiu moved his head closer without hesitation, and pressed Song Yan's cheek. Before Song Yan could react, he was so frightened that he floated to the corner of the bed.

Song Yan, who stood still for a long time, slowly raised his hand to touch the right side of his face that was pressed and rubbed. He exhaled, turned and went to the bathroom to tidy himself up. His whole body was dirty, probably only his face was clean. ...

And maybe this was the reason why Mu Xiu suddenly stuck his face in the face?

Song Yan was thinking while washing, and after washing, Mu Xiu also came out from the corner of the bed. He sat at the end of Song Yan's bed, sideways, with his head facing the window.

Song Yan wiped his hair half dry, walked over and sat next to Mu Xiu, turned on the small desk lamp on the window sill, took a book and continued to read.

Not long after, a cool body approached behind him, and a pair of slightly cool hands wrapped around his waist, Song Yan didn't lift an eyelid.

"Let go, go to the jar, or lie on the bed, I want to read, don't make trouble."

One second, two seconds, three seconds... A low laugh came from beside his ear, and Song Yan couldn't help but hold his breath.

Those slightly cool hands slid from his waist to his chest, Song Yan let the sound of his heartbeat betray him.

When he came out of the bathroom, he found that Mu Xiu, who was well-behaved and shy more than ten minutes ago, had turned into that black-eyed ghost king, Mu Xiu. He was really moody.

"What are you going to do?" Song Yan closed the book, and he turned his head to meet Mu Xiu's gaze on the side of his neck.

Compared to the first time they met in a dream, he was not so afraid of Mu Xiu.

And his heartbeat is still too fast at this moment, not because of fear, but because their posture is too intimate and too awkward.

"It's nothing." There was a little smile in Mu Xiu's tone, but there was no intention to change the movement of hugging Mu Xiu from the back.

Song Yan didn't speak any more, and of course, he didn't resist beyond his capabilities.

After 10 minutes passed, the ghost king Muxiu consciously let go of his restraint on Song Yan, and only leaned his head on Song Yan's shoulder, and slowly closed his eyes.

Song Yan turned his head to look at Mu Xiu who had his eyes closed like this, and couldn't tell whether he had returned to normal or not.

He unconsciously stared at Mu Xiu for a long time before turning his head back, then took the book at hand and continued to read.

At eleven o'clock at night, all the old books brought by Huang Po have been read.

Song Yan didn't come up with any special experience after reading books for so many days, so he first confirmed another point, that is, no matter how Mu Xiu changes, he seems to like sticking to him.

It's also fortunate that the ghost doesn't weigh much, otherwise he would have been numb after being leaned on his shoulder all night.

Song Yan thought about pushing Mu Xiu's head away, and he lay down on the bed. Not long after, he felt the familiar cool feeling on his side again, and slowly covered his ears with his hands.

"Song Yan..." Ghost King Muxiu called softly.

"Huh?" Song Yan closed his eyes and sniffed softly.

The corners of Mu Xiu's mouth raised slightly, his eyes kept lingering on Song Yan's closed facial features, almost obsessed.

Song Yan didn't stay on guard for long before falling into a deep sleep.And this also shows that he is less and less wary of Ghost King Mu Xiu.

Finally, on the tenth day of Song Yan's summer vacation, Huang Po received a new job for the three of them.

The place to pick up the job is in the next city, and this is the first time they have made their business out of the Jiucheng territory. According to Huang Po, it is the new customers brought by the old customers, and the new customers directly expand out of the Jiucheng. up.

"As I said over there, they will pay for the travel expenses and board and lodging expenses. It will take two or three days to go back and forth."

To the next city, there is a direct bus from their small town, two and a half hours away, and the work is quicker, and it is not impossible to go back and forth within a day, but this time the client not only invited them, but also Taoist monks, for a few religious ceremonies Even with the work, board and lodging were arranged for them for three days.

According to Huang Po and Old Man Song's temperament, they must live and eat enough before coming back. They have arranged everything, so there is no way to waste it.

"Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, you go back and get ready."

Huang Po smiled and raised her hand at Song Yan. Thanks to Song Yan's yin and yang eyes, the trio's reputation has been opened, otherwise she might not be able to find such a good welfare job.

"Yeah," Song Yan nodded, with no joy or anger on his face, "Qiu Yunshi..."

"Huh?" Ghost King Muxiu was slightly puzzled, and moved his head closer to look at Song Yan.

"It's nothing." Song Yan shook his head. He glanced down at the hand he held tightly with Ghost King Muxiu, and slowly let go. He put it back in his pocket and continued upstairs.

Mu Xiu floated up, and couldn't understand Song Yan's behavior of not holding him, "Yan Yan, are you angry?"

He felt that he didn't make Song Yan angry, so why didn't Song Yan hold him.

"No," Song Yan replied in a low voice, he turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, as if he wanted to see something from Mu Xiu's clear eyes.

Mu Xiu calmly faced Song Yan's scrutiny, his eyes were bent, and he smiled, without haze, clean and bright.