Cohabitation with the sweet teasing ghost king

About [-] minutes after six o'clock, class representative Tan Chun and counselor Li Wei came to their dormitory.

The counselor called people by name and gave some instructions routinely. His attention was mostly on the talkative Shen Qin and Chen Ziming, but Tan Chun would look more at Song Yan from time to time and ask a few words.

Apart from answering a few questions, Song Yan's attention was not on these two, but on the old woman ghost behind the counselor Li Wei. She didn't seem to have much malice towards Li Wei, but she was extremely vigilant and hostile to everything around him. .

Even if the enthusiastic and sunny Shen Qin poured Li Wei a glass of water, he was waved ferociously by the old woman ghost. Of course, she couldn't touch Shen Qin.

Seeing ghosts is an everyday thing for Song Yan, but this old woman ghost is still special in Song Yan's experience of seeing ghosts.

She is not a fierce ghost, but she is much more vicious than ordinary ghosts with persistent obsessions. Perhaps it has something to do with her personality experience during her lifetime, and she is very likely to be a relative of Li Wei.

After another 10 minutes, Li Wei and Tan Chun left their dormitory in 404.

"Our counselor is chilly, I'm afraid I won't be able to ask for leave in the future..."

Shen Qin sighed, then climbed to the beds on top of their respective desks, took out their mobile phones to play games.

Song Yan and Xiao Fang turned their heads to look at Shen Qin almost at the same time, without saying a word, each withdrew their gazes, turned their backs, and continued with their own business.

The others, Song Yan, couldn't be sure, but Shen Qin was just an ordinary person, but he also belonged to the part of ordinary people with natural and keen perception. The coolness he felt from the counselor Li Wei would make him subconsciously reduce his dealings with Li Wei, invisible The risk of being implicated will be reduced.

"You thought about asking for leave before school started."

Chen Ziming complained, and then climbed back to his upper bunk, lying down and playing with his mobile phone.

Song Yan didn't go back to the bed, he sat leaning on the desk, and continued to read the books brought from home, Mu Xiu sat on the chair, but his head was pressed against Song Yan's belly, and he hugged his waist, this is why Song Yan didn't return The truth about beds.

Shen Qin and Chen Ziming chatted casually while playing with their mobile phones, while Xiao Fang focused his eyes on his mobile phone, not as if he was playing a game, but as if he was chatting with someone.

Song Yan read seriously, and at 10 o'clock in the evening, he dragged Mu Xiu back to the bed.

The mosquito net was put down, and the blackout curtains were pulled up, forming a small bed with a width of 1.2 meters, forming an independent space belonging to them.

Song Yan changed into the old short-sleeved shorts brought by the family as pajamas, lay down, moved out, and then turned slightly sideways to leave enough space for Mu Xiu to lie flat. This 1.2-meter bed needs to sleep The two grown men and the male ghost really didn't get enough sleep.

Mu Xiu's hands naturally wrapped around Song Yan's waist, and he pulled Song Yan in while he lay down, and then he covered Song Yan's ears as he was at home, and softly coaxed him to sleep.

"Yan Yan, be good, Yan Yan is sleeping..."

Song Yan accepted sleeping with a ghost on his side quickly and well. At this moment, he didn't have any awkward emotions, but he was somewhat uncomfortable with the new environment.

But this was just his thought that Mu Xiu had already mastered the technique of coaxing him to sleep quickly, and within 10 minutes, Song Yan woke up again in the big bed of Mu Xiu's house in his dream.

But this time, his reading time was compressed again, and he only read for three hours before Mu Xiu pulled him back to sleep.

To get up early the next day, one must ensure enough energy, Mu Xiu will not let Song Yan mess around.

At about seven o'clock in the morning, Song Yan was awakened by the sound of Shen Qin and the others getting up one after another. He squeezed his slightly numb arm after sleeping on his side all night, sat up and opened the bed curtain a little, and before he got out of bed quietly, the entanglement behind him With one hand, Mo Xiu also woke up.

Song Yan turned his head to look at Mu Xiu, his eyes talking silently.

"I'll follow Yan Yan..." Mu Xiu leaned in and kissed Song Yan's forehead and cheek.

Interferenced by the beauty trick, Song Yan stopped persuading Mu Xiu to sleep on for a while.

Song Yan brushed his teeth, almost spat out a mouthful of mouthwash, and a greasy grimace emerged from the sink, baring its teeth and claws, as if wanting to say something to Song Yan.

At this time, Mu Xiu, who was beside Song Yan, grabbed the greasy ghost lightly, then threw him directly into the dormitory.

Song Yan glanced at Mu Xiu, then continued spitting water, washing his face, and combing his messy hair.

The greasy ghost who was thrown downstairs by Mu Xiu, they ran into yesterday when they went upstairs. According to his own account, he died suddenly in the dormitory room after playing games all night. Except for him, in this seven-story male dormitory building, every day Every floor is occupied by a ghost.

However, only Greasy Ghost was a student before his death, and the other ghosts were originally stranded in this place. After all, this is a new campus, which has only been in use for about a year, and the number of student ghosts will not be too many.

"He wanted to scare Yan Yan, so I did it."

Mu Xiu whispered to Song Yan and explained that under normal circumstances, he would not go past Song Yan and make a move by himself, it was purely a subconscious reaction.He seems to be less fond of this ghost's appearance than Song Yan.

Song Yan turned around and looked at Mu Xiu. After a little hesitation, he reached out and touched Mu Xiu's cheek, and said in a very low voice, "I know."

As long as he is not provoked, Mu Xiu will be measured, Song Yan knows this.

However, he still wanted to praise Mu Xiu's behavior of reflecting after the fact. After touching his face enough, he stroked Mu Xiu's hair again, "Good boy."

Mu Xiu looked at Song Yan with burning eyes, as if he wanted to take Song Yan into his heart.

Hang Chi Hang Chi, the greasy student ghost who managed to climb back to the fourth floor, saw this scene, and had the urge to fall again.This big ghost threw him downstairs, how could he be nice!

"You can see me, right, right...you have a boyfriend ghost, you must have seen me!"

Greasy college student ghost Wang Anyuan stomped his feet anxiously, but he didn't dare to get too close to Song Yan like before.

"Just a little bit, just a little bit, I am a super god! Why can't I live for one more second, just one second!"

Wang Anyuan's obsession was not the sudden death, but that he was not able to be super god in the game before his sudden death, and watched himself being killed, unable to react because he died.

He asked Song Yan to continue to use his account to help him get the game to the top of the national server.

Song Yan and Mu Xiu looked at each other, and Mu Xiu conveyed what Song Yan couldn't tell him directly.

"My family, Yan Yan, has never played games, and has no time to play games."

Although he also encouraged Song Yan to have some entertainment, but Wang Anyuan's ranking first in the national server was no simple entertainment.

"Yes, I can teach you, it's fun!"

Wang Anyuan's obsession with games is more than life, Song Yan and Mu Xiu cannot be persuaded by a few words.

Song Yan took Mu Xiu's hand and walked back to the dormitory, not intending to communicate with Wang Anyuan any more.

There is still no formal class today, the freshman meeting was held, books were moved and distributed, and a visit to the library... At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Yan found a free time to find a counselor to apply for a day.

With Mu Xiu by her side, the old woman ghost behind Li Wei didn't dare to show her teeth and claws at Song Yan, but her gaze was still full of hatred and vigilance. She was more possessive of Li Wei than ordinary relative ghosts. There will be boundaries.

Half an hour later, Song Yan came out of Li Wei's office.The formalities for day school were still short of old man Song signing for him, and during the military training period starting next week, he had to live on campus, and there was no mandatory requirement at other times.

Today is Friday, and the next two days are weekends. Not only Song Yan will take Mu Xiu home, but Shen Qin and Chen Ziming will also go back for two days. However, they don't go to school directly like Song Yan, they prefer campus life freedom of.

Going home on weekends is purely for the food at home.

When Song Yan brought Mu Xiu back to the dormitory, except for a few ghosts, the other three were not there.

Song Yan packed his backpack, left a note on the table, and went back to Xiaohe Town by car with Mu Xiu.

Part of the reason why he does day-study is because of the people who share the same dormitory with him. He himself is used to being with ghosts all year round, and he is resistant, but Shen Qin and the others may not be able to do so. It takes too long, and there will always be some things that he can't predict. side effects.

"Xiao Yan, put down your things and come here."

Song Yan just returned to his small courtyard, before the door could be opened, Huang Po's voice came from the other side of the wall.

"Okay," Song Yan agreed.

After returning to the room to put away the things and drink some water, Song Yan didn't delay, and dragged Mu Xiu to Mrs. Huang's house.

In front of the big rooster Xiaohong's chicken coop, Huang Po was talking to a 60-[-]-year-old man with a slightly round body.

"The pottery jars are made by Xiaoyan. You know the goods, and we won't raise the price with you. If you deduct a fraction from three thousand and three, you can count it as three thousand one. There are only two left in the sale here. Take it first, and the remaining eight Xiaoyan is ready, I will contact you again."

When Huang Po was bargaining with the old man, Song Yan first went to Huang Po's room to pull a stool for Mu Xiu to sit on. He continued to stand behind Huang Po and waited for the result of their bargaining. Dispose of these special utensils.

"But you have to pay the money first, our small business, that's the rule."

Huang Po looked at the old man with a smile, tapped her middle finger on her knee, and was more than [-]% sure that the transaction would be completed.

The old man looked up at Song Yan, pondered for a while, and nodded, "Okay, I'll send the money in a while."

Huang Po turned around and went to get a box to pack the clay pots for the old man, and Song Yan continued to accompany the old man here.

"What's the name of the little master?"

The mellow old man's smile is the same as Huang Po's, it's fake.

"Song Yan," Song Yan informed. He had said his name no less than ten times since yesterday, and it was natural for him to say it now.

"Little master is very talented..."

The old man Yuanrun sighed in a low voice, but Song Yan couldn't understand his sigh.

Then the old man got up and strolled around Huang Po's yard, with a little nostalgic look in his eyes.

Huang Po moved swiftly, and it didn't take long for the old man to pack it.

Not long after the old man stood at the door with two boxes, a car came to pick him up.

Song Yan looked back at Huang Po, and asked directly, "Who is he?"

Huang Po stared at the message on the phone, and replied without raising her head, "My former colleague, who has been away for more than [-] years, said that the fallen leaves returned to their roots, and they came back to develop. They are bored and come to my place for a stroll. jar."

"How shrewd am I, how could I not take advantage of the opportunity to trick him... No, I want to make a fortune from him."

Huang Po corrected her in time, the pottery pots made by Song Yan are easy to use, and they are sold in special markets in big cities, and the price is more than that, in fact, it is still cheap for him.

"You find time to do it, don't rush."

"Well," Song Yan nodded, he was quite at ease with Huang Po's business.

Song Yan turned to look at Mu Xiu, but he didn't see any overreaction in Mu Xiu's expression. Mu Xiu and that person had no long-cherished wishes, so the business could be accepted.

Not long after Song Yan returned to his yard, he began to prepare the materials for making clay pots.

After deducting the points given to Mrs. Huang, he can get [-] in the account, which is definitely a huge sum of money for him.

With this money, he and Mu Xiu's plan to decorate the house can be advanced a little bit.

Two days later in the evening, before returning to school with Mu Xiu, Song Yan sent twelve clay pots to Huang Po, and left the two extra pots at Huang Po's place to buy.

In addition, the online shop that Huang Po and Old Man Song have been running has finally opened. Its name is Little Psychic Medium Grocery Store. Huang Po said that "Xiao" means "Xiaohe Town".

Huang Po often runs around buying and selling goods. Song Yan has to go to school, so the online store is managed by old man Song. He can't speak, but typing is no problem.

Old man Song's side job is indeed to buy scraps, but the number of books at home is almost as large as Mu Xiu's. Even his self-learning ability is better than many people, repairing and assembling watches, various electrical appliances, and trying to assemble computers in the past few years.

Although he didn't succeed, with old man Song's tenacity, success will come sooner or later.

The network opened by the three together recently opened up a new world for old man Song. The proposal of the online shop was proposed by old man Song.

"Ho ho..."

Old Man Song and Song Yan raised their hands, expressing that they would not forget to help with watering in the next week.

"The door and warehouse keys are under the third brick on the window sill. You can take whatever suits you."

He has been practicing his hands recently, and he has tinkered with a lot of things. Maybe he can add some more samples to their online store. Everything is decided by old man Song.

"Hey..." Old Man Song patted his chest to reassure Song Yan.

After closing the gate of the small courtyard, Song Yan and Mu Xiu set foot on the way back to school. The sun at [-] o'clock in the evening fell all over his body.

"Mu Xiu..." Song Yan called softly.

"Huh?" Mu Xiu responded, shaking the hands they were holding.

"Actually, I'm already lucky. I met Huang Po, Lao Song...and you."

His world is not full of gloom. When he is not aware of it, he also has luck to patronize him, which illuminates his way forward a little bit.