Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

Huang Po and old man Song couldn't resist Song Yan, they each received three thousand, and Song Yan received four thousand.

To people of Yao Hui's class, this money is nothing at all, but to old man Huang Po Song and the others, it's okay to spend it sparingly for two or three months.

The same is true for Song Yan. He no longer has to worry about the expenses of his freshman year for the two bills before and after.

Of course, if there was work to do after that, they would still do it.

Save some money, and plan to simply renovate his room, replace the dark cement walls with white mud walls, install marble on the floor, and buy a decent wardrobe, refrigerator and so on.

"You don't need to change the bed, our bed is pretty good..."

Song Yanke was reluctant to renovate the house according to Mu Xiu's suggestion, and then threw away the bed that he had spent hundreds of dollars on.

Mu Xiu glanced at Song Yan's vigilant look, and nodded slightly. He floated back to Song Yan's side, and moved his head closer to continue to look at Song Yan.

"What's wrong?" Song Yan blinked his eyes lightly, not understanding why Mu Xiu suddenly came closer to look at him again.

"Yan Yan looks good again..."

As Mu Xiu said, he leaned closer and pressed Song Yan's face. He was not flattering Song Yan, what he said was the truth.

Song Yan couldn't sleep well for many years, his day and night were upside down, his work and rest were extremely irregular, and he didn't eat well, his face was always pale and tired, and even his color had to be lost by three or four points. Now Song Yan sleeps well at night That's right, under his supervision during the day, he also ate well, and his vigor naturally improved.

In addition, Song Yan was already good-looking, and when his complexion improved, he looked even better.

Song Yan's ears blushed quietly, and he pushed away Mu Xiu's head, which he didn't want to move away when he got close.

"It looks so good that I can't eat it. We go to work at night, slowly save money, and then decorate the house..."

Song Yan still didn't dislike his current dingy room, but he also had some expectations for the new room that Mu Xiu described.

And the work at night is not troublesome. There is an old man in Xiaohe Town who passed away. They will go to a funeral ceremony and ask to see if there is anything they haven't told their family members.

At night, Mrs. Huang danced a sacrificial dance, old man Song buried his body, and Song Yan and Mu Xiu were chatting with the old man who was about to be released from the natural world.

"I'm dead? I'm going to die? I'm going to die after sleeping?"

The old ghost couldn't accept the reality of his own death.

Song Yan nodded, "Your body is over there, you can go and have a look."

The old man Gui Piao looked at his body, and tried to get back into his body. After a long time of tossing, he finally accepted that he was really dead.

"I'm going to die...I haven't lived enough yet," the old ghost continued to cry and mutter to Song Yan.

"What else do you have to say, do you want me to convey it?"

Song Yan didn't have any weird expressions in his reaction to the old ghost. Most of the new ghosts are like this, and many of them even realize that they are dead when they are being rescued.

But there is not much time left for the old ghost to go. Unless it is Qingming Zhongyuan in the future, it will be difficult for him to come back. Even if he comes back, he may not be able to remember the things of this world as clearly as he is now.

The old man turned his head and glanced at his son and grandson who were kneeling outside the lobby, weeping softly, and then fell to his wife sitting on the small chair beside the coffin, and sighed faintly.

"Tell her to live well and enjoy a few more years of happiness for me... don't worry."

Song Yan nodded lightly, he walked to the side of the coffin and squatted down, met the old woman's slightly cloudy eyes, and conveyed the old ghost's words verbatim.

"I... I remember."

The old woman's two lines of tears slowly fell, and the depression in her heart that made her uncomfortable dissipated. She no longer remained expressionless, but suddenly smiled at Song Yan, "Thank you."

Song Yan nodded slightly and stood up. He picked up the brass bell used by Huang Po for sacrifice, and shook it regularly to open the way for the old ghost.

The sobbing and crying became louder inside and outside the mourning hall. The old man Song covered the coffin. After four o'clock in the morning, dozens of people were sent to the cremation hall in the town.

Song Yan, three people and one ghost accompanied them all the way to the cremation hall, and when the corpse was cremated and canned, and then encoffined to welcome back, their work was over.

After getting the three red envelopes, they had lunch at the old man's house, old man Song went back to their suburban home to do side work, and Song Yan took Mu Xiu to accompany Huang Po to the grocery store in her town.

Huang Po's shop is very small, not as big as the corridors of ordinary people's houses, but it is one of her important sources of news.

Generally, when customers in need come, the store door is open, looking for Huang Po, but the door is not open, they will leave their contact information in the iron box hanging on the iron door of the shop, and wait for Huang Po to contact.

The iron door of the shop was opened, and at a glance, it was the same as Huang Po's stone house. The things inside were scattered everywhere, which looked not ordinary dilapidated and messy. If it weren't for the canvases with special runes painted in various colors, it would be said that this place is a waste product. There are people who believe in the purchasing station.

"I'm going to go out to see an old friend. It will take about a week. Here are the store keys and warehouse keys."

Huang Po handed the two keys together to Song Yan, and she continued to walk in, picked up a plastic bag on a wooden box and opened it, inside was a brand new Thousand Household Clothes, judging from the size, it was according to Made by Song Yan's body shape.

She raised her clothes, turned her head and smiled complacently at Song Yan.

"Sister Xu wanted to give you clothes, so I suggested that she use the fabric left over from the family for many years to make this for you."

The sister Xu that Huang Po talked about was the biological mother of the girl ghost Xu Yunyun. Her tailor shop reopened recently, and out of gratitude to Song Yan, she helped him make a new Qianhu clothes.

Song Yan took it, and stroked the fabric lightly. The quality was not bad, and he felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. In his opinion, Aunt Xu didn't need to thank him any more.

"Take it away, she will inevitably come to trouble us in the future." There is also a ghost in her family who refuses to leave, and she will inevitably come to learn from Song Yan in the future.

Song Yan thought for a moment after hearing this, then nodded, "En."

"This week, you can take over the business that you should take over. As for the requiem dance, just dance at will, don't take it too seriously..."

Huang Po exhorted, thinking of Song Yan's feeling after dancing twice, it was quite scary.

"I know," Song Yan nodded.

Apart from this point, Huang Po didn't have any worries about Song Yan, and told Song Yan carefully where to put some materials. She took out a cloth bag from the corner and picked it up, and she was about to leave.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu sent Huang Po to the intersection. After a while, Song Yan came back and looked at the mess in the room, sighed softly, and started to tidy up the grocery store.

Sitting on the only clean rattan chair in the grocery store, Mu Xiu looked at Song Yan sideways with his chin on his side, without blinking, fascinated.

Song Yan was already used to Mu Xiu's gaze. He focused on the matter at hand, opened the boxes one by one, cleaned them up one by one, and moved them outside the door.

After removing all the boxes, sundries and tables, only the rattan chair that Mo Xiu sat on remained.

When Song Yan came over to move, Mu Xiu not only didn't get up, but put his feet back on the rattan chair, and looked at people with a smile.

"Sit down," Song Yan said expressionlessly, grabbed the armrest of the wicker chair, and lifted it up, but at this moment Mu Xiu's wristband passed his neck, and pressed his face again.

Song Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he continued to walk outside until he reached the shelter, before he put down the rattan chair.

Mu Xiu consciously withdrew his hand, Song Yan looked at Mu Xiu's pretending to be obedient, and a little helplessness slipped in his eyes, he turned and continued to tidy up the house, but his steps seemed to be much lighter.