I, C, attend the funeral

The luxury car sped past and arrived at Linhai Blue Bay just after 6 o'clock in the evening.

The Zhao family probably hadn't eaten yet, Zihe wondered, and didn't know what Zhao's mother cooked.

Or did Mother Zhao watch the live broadcast? If so...wouldn't he be welcome?

Tired of being close to his hometown, Zihe finally understood the meaning of these four words.

But...he is not emotional, he made it purely by himself.

Taking big strides forward, Jia Qingjun asked curiously, "When did you buy a house in this community in Tanshan City?"

"Zhao Yin's house is my house." Zihe said with a smile.

Xiao Xiaoming inherited Ding Xie's property, so how can he not even live in a house for himself?

"..." Jia Qingjun was silent for a while, and clenched the hand that was dragging the box, looking at Zihe's back, his eyes became dark.

Under the darkness of night, the two walked one after the other in the Linhai Lanwan community, and soon passed through the green belt and the central park, and arrived in front of Building No. 6.

In the heavy snow, Tanshan City was foggy, and the surrounding snowflakes were paved, drilling straight into the collar.

Zihe tightened some collars, and although his hands were cold, he still covered his ears with trembling hands, it was too cold.

He rang the doorbell outside Zhao's courtyard almost in a state of embarrassment. The big dog Jinzi seemed to recognize people very well. It wandered around the door and then began to wag its tail at Zihe.

Zihe reached through the fence and touched Jin Zi's head.

Jin Zi barked twice when he saw Jia Qingjun behind Zihe, as if he was a little apprehensive.

It was Zhao Yin who opened the door, and Zihe immediately stood up straight, looking eagerly at the long-legged boy, who was wrapped in a down jacket, took three steps at a time, ran to the door, and opened it.

"It's so small...hehe." Zihe stomped his feet in the cold, and said tremblingly.

The smile is still the same, and the tone of shouting 'little to death' is still the same.

Zhao Yin pursed his lips and said nothing. He looked at Jia Qingjun who was standing behind Zihe, and then grabbed Zihe's hand and dragged him into the room.

Zihe's heart trembled a little, he was afraid that he would bully him.

But looking at Zhao Yin's tense side face, he was a little afraid to get rid of him.

Oh, when did he start being so afraid of Zhao Yin?

It must be that Xiao Xiao was too fierce a while ago, which scared him.

Just thinking about it, Zihe was dragged into the house by Zhao Yin.

He shivered from the hot air in the room.

Zhao Yin handed the thick slippers to Zihe's feet, and seeing Jia Qingjun follow with an embarrassed smile, he threw another pair of slippers at Jia Qingjun's feet.

"Come here for some hot water."

Zihe had just changed into his slippers, and Zhao Yin grabbed Zihe's wrist and dragged him towards the dining table.

Zihe looked at the house and found that Zhao's mother, Zhao's father, and Zhou Shan were not at home today.

He just thought, wouldn't that mean that he doesn't need to face Zhao's father and Zhao's mother's interrogation, and just be free to play tricks with the little one?

After thinking like this, he turned his head and saw Kled lying on the table by the window.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Kelie sat up unwillingly, shook his tail, and gave him a "meow~".

Zihe laughed, and was about to rush to Kelie's side - it's been a long time since he touched the cat, his hands were itchy!

But before he could take a step, someone grabbed his wrist.

Zihe turned his head and looked over, Xiao Yaoming pressed him against the table with a serious face, "Drink up this cup of hot water."

Zihe stared at the round eyes, staring at the little girl, while drinking water.

When the water is almost finished, the eyes also become crooked.

He giggled, thinking, if the enemy can't move, I won't move.

It's not too late for him to play tricks when Xiao Yao Ming opens his mouth.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ke Lie and Jia Qingjun who was sitting at the table drinking water by himself. He was a little tired: there are outsiders here, and it would be a bit embarrassing to act coquettishly.

He is also a majestic ghost, right?

If Hanba's physical body can be recovered, then he is still a Hanba corpse god.

Seeing Zihe looking at him with a smile on his face, Zhao Yin blinked his eyes, stretched out his hand to Zihe's forehead and gave a slap in the face.

"Confession in public? Huh?"

"Love me? Huh?"

"You think I'm not popular enough, do you?"

Zihe's forehead was painful and red from being poked, but he just laughed and didn't hide.

When Zhao Yin poked for the fourth time, he grabbed Zhao Yin's wrist and begged for mercy with a smile: "It's not rare to be so popular, so many people watch it. I'll try it and see if it makes a big news. Can it be on the hot search?"

"..." Zhao Yin stared at Zihe, hearing the other party's confession so easily, like a game, he gritted his teeth angrily, and his eyes flickered inexplicably.

"..." Jia Qingjun curled his lips unconsciously.

Just to be popular?

There are a hundred other ways, what the hell is public confession!

……

"Zhou Shan disappeared. My dad went back to the bureau to follow up on this matter. I was about to go out." Zhao Yin sighed.

He rubbed his fingers and glanced at Jia Qingjun who was sitting at the table. With outsiders around, it was not the time to talk a lot.

What's more, he still can't figure out Zihe's mind - this guy, after all, has a child's heart, and he just thinks it's fun.

Or really to him...

Suppressing his emotions for now, Zhao Yin stood up and said, "Do you want to come with me?"

Jia Qingjun stared blankly, put down his water glass and was about to interject—'Ding Yimo' had to do a live broadcast soon.

"Okay." Ke Zihe almost didn't even think about it, so he agreed.

Jia Qingjun was never given a chance to speak.

"Any clues? The location?" Zihe put down his water glass and stood up.

His eyes fell on Zhao Yin's eyes, and Zihe laughed to himself - he is about the same height as the little one now, haha.

"It's in a residential area in Nanping District. However, we can't get a taxi in heavy snow. Zhou Shan drives a jeep, and there is no car that can be seen at home."

Zhao Yin frowned. He was going to go out half an hour ago, but he couldn't get a taxi, so he couldn't drive there by bicycle.

Tens of kilometers away...

"Where's my previous Porsche?" Zihe blinked.

"The chassis is too low. There is a section of mountain road to Nanping District, and the car can't get up at all."

Zhao Yin licked his lips, and all the cars in the police station were dispatched to patrol and investigate, and there was no empty car to pick him up.

"..." Zihe was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at Jia Qingjun, "You said earlier, where is that live broadcast?"

"Let me take a look." Jia Qingjun took out his mobile phone and glanced at the address, "Nanping District, Sunshine Flower City."

"It's also Sunshine Flower City?" Zhao Yin stared blankly, what a coincidence?

"Has the film crew's car parked at the entrance of the community?" Zihe blinked again.

"I've been waiting for 5 minutes." Jia Qingjun said, he raised his eyebrows, could it be...

"What kind of car did the film crew drive over? How many people can it hold?" Zihe asked again.

"Nanny's car, a large car, very close to a minibus...can hold a lot of people." Jia Qingjun said hurriedly.

There was an eager light in his eyes, wasn't it?

"Let's go, let's grab a car." Zihe nodded towards Zhao Yin, recalling the cruel words he had said to Jia Qingjun before, his awkward wording was very strange: 'rub the car'.

Jia Qingjun pursed his lips, wanting to smile or not, but finally held back - as long as the goal is achieved!

Don't laugh at 'Ding Yimo', what if you offend the other party and stop 'chatting'.

When the time comes to get out of the car and the camera catches up, half of tonight's recording task will be completed!

600w, just take a walk and you will get it!

And it is also a popular online variety show on a big platform, which is super popular.

Zhao Yin glanced at Zihe, and then at Jia Qingjun. Although he was a little reluctant to get in the strange car, his immediate priority was to go to Sunshine Flower City to find Zhou Shan.

He nodded, and went back to the room to find two down jackets.

Walking up to Zihe, he stretched out his hand to pull the zipper on Zihe's down jacket.

"Hey?" Zihe subconsciously stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Yin, and his face also turned red.

Zhao Yin glanced at him, pushed Zihe's hand away, and said forcefully: "Your dress is too thin, wear mine."

He tore off the down jacket that Zihe was wearing just now, and threw it on the sofa beside him, then shook his long down jacket with both hands, and said, "Extend your arms."

"I'll do it myself." Zihe turned his gaze awkwardly, and reached out to snatch the down jacket from Zhao Yin's hand.

"Stretch your arms!" Zhao Yin said stubbornly.

Zihe raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Yin, and saw that the other party's eyes were heavy, and he seemed to have no intentions, but he seemed not generous by being coy.

Thinking of this, he simply stretched his arms and put on the down jacket with Zhao Yin's hand.

But Zhao Yin didn't give up, and pulled the zipper again to secure the clothes for him, and then put on the down jacket by himself.

Jia Qingjun watched from the sidelines, the expression on his face changed again and again.

Although 'Ding Yimo' didn't introduce the two of them, he now knew that this young man was Zhao Yin.

He stood up, his gaze still on Zhao Yin's hand, thoughtful.

Ke Lie only glanced at Zhao Yin and Zihe, then turned his eyes away. He shook his legs and looked at the snow outside.

With such heavy snow, these people have down jackets and cotton shoes, but it can only rely on its own fur.

When Zhao Yin put on his down jacket, he shook out another scarf, "Come here."

Zihe subconsciously took a step forward, but before he realized why Zhao Yin was calling him, the other party had already wrapped the scarf around his neck.

One circle and two circles are tightly surrounded.

Every time Zhao Yin circled around for a circle, he would get close to Zihe, as if holding Zihe in his arms.

Zihe stood still in place, always feeling that something was wrong.

The little boy was not angry, nor did he chase him and beat him.

Instead... weird.

He pursed his lips and held his breath whenever Zhao Yin approached.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhao Yin's face close to his left eye, as if he wanted to stick to his face.

With his heart beating wildly, Zihe wanted to take a deep breath, but Zhao Yin was right in front of him, so he didn't dare.

Just thinking about waiting for the scarf to be wrapped around him, he took a step back and took a good breath, but when the thought came up, he suddenly felt his body tense——he was hugged by Zhao Yin forcefully.

His chin rested on Zhao Yin's shoulder, and he felt Zhao Yin's face against his ear.

His eyes were confused for a moment, and Zihe was inexplicably flustered.

His fingers slowly tightened into fists, and he was held in Zhao Yin's arms. He couldn't move anywhere in his body.

The smell of Zhao Yin's body, the warm scent of soap, and the smell of shampoo are all in his breath.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to take a deep breath.

Biting his lower lip, he unconsciously rubbed his head against Zhao Yin's face.

When he found out what he was doing, he felt shy and ashamed. All kinds of emotions bombarded his brain, making him panic for a moment and want to break free.

But suddenly Zhao Yin murmured in a low voice: "Welcome back."

Zihe's heart softened suddenly, and the shame and panic just now were slowly soothed. He took a long breath and said with a smile: "Of course I will come back, and all my money is with you."

Zhao Yin pursed his lips and didn't say anything else. He let go of the hug that was too hard. He pushed away a step, turned his head sideways, walked back to his room, and left his back to Zihe.

Zihe failed to see Zhao Yin's expression. He licked his lips, poured himself another glass of water, and took two gulps.

Jia Qingjun stood by the table and looked at him. He raised his eyebrows and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, revealing a secretly delighted smile.

"..." Jia Qingjun.

When Zhao Yin came out again, he had already carried his iconic big schoolbag on his back - which contained all kinds of ghost-hunting equipment.

However, Zihe set his eyes on a small pure black wooden box held by Zhao Yin's right hand, "What is this?"

"Yin Yang coffin." Zhao Yin said.

What Fuxiu Village hides is this evil weapon.