The hand that catches the ghost trembles slightly

After New Year's Day, the days passed quickly, and it was the 28th of the twelfth lunar month.

The Ling Office is on holiday, those who have a home go home, those who don't—especially Zhou Yilin, stay at the Ling Office to celebrate the new year.

In the end, Zhu Junyang didn't ask Si Wei to compensate for the mobile phone, and even burned the mobile phone that Zhou Yilin bought for her.

——I bought the calendar with this mobile phone.

She could use all her social accounts before she was alive, and there was still money in it, so she couldn't help but started shopping, bought a lot of New Year's goods, and the Spirit Office also had a hint of New Year's atmosphere.

This year, there were only five of them staying at the Ling Office for the New Year, but Si Wei bought a lot of things.

Zhu Junyang received the courier and received numbness.

Food such as pieces of oranges, apples, drinks, beer, shrimp crackers, and spring rolls; things to use such as Spring Festival couplets, firecrackers, and new bowls and chopsticks. The year is headed in the party direction.

Xia Yu asked her, "Don't you keep some for yourself?"

Si Wei smiled and said, "I'm dead anyway, so why not spend the money?"

It made sense, so they didn't stop her from continuing to stockpile new year's goods.

At 29, Si Wei was a little nervous, but also very excited.

This is the first time in several years that she has celebrated the New Year with someone else.

In the past few years, the shopping malls were closed in the afternoon of the New Year's Eve, and the whole community was brightly lit in the middle of the night, and thousands of households were in a scene of reunion. Only she was a lonely ghost with no blessings on the windows. For other people, watch them eating New Year’s Eve dinner secretly from the outside, don’t be too bitter.

Later, the community was relocated, and the residents moved out one after another, and finally all moved out before February last year.

So that year, she was the only one huddled in the cold and dilapidated corridor, counting the stars, and ushered in the New Year's bell of the distant building.

Contrary to her excitement, the other four were very lazy.

Zhou Yilin herself has lived through countless new years like this, so naturally there is nothing to be excited about; Xia Yu is too lazy to think about it, anyway, this year she can do nothing but smell; I don't expect it either; Zhu Junyang...Zhu Junyang has always been indifferent, and the same is true for the New Year.

That night, Si Wei sat in the living room until twelve o'clock, and finally watched the sun rise little by little from the distant sky in his thirties.

After seven o'clock, Xia Yu woke up. Just as she walked out of the room, she heard Si Wei greet her: "Xia Yu! Happy Chinese New Year!"

Sitting next to her was Bai Nennen, who also whispered to her: "Sister Xia, happy Chinese New Year."

It took Xia Yu a long time to remember that today is New Year's Eve, and he replied in a daze, "Happy Chinese New Year." Then he went into the bathroom.

Si Wei couldn't sit still, it was already dawn, and the couplets had better be posted before eight o'clock.

So she knocked on Zhou Yilin's door: "Boss! We are going to post Spring Festival couplets!"

Ghosts actually don't need sleep, so Si Wei, who hasn't slept all night, is still very energetic, and even because of the Chinese New Year, she speaks with more energy than usual.

Zhou Yilin was woken up, and opened the door in his transformed pajamas, just about to open his mouth and yell to tell the ghost not to sleep, when he saw the ghost at the door showing an embarrassed expression, and asked him weakly: " Did I disturb your sleep..."

Of course he didn't want to say yes, so he could only say: "It's okay, I woke up just now, didn't you post the Spring Festival couplets? You have to contact Zhu Junyang for this matter, I can't show myself yet, posting the Spring Festival couplets will scare the neighbors to death."

Xia Yu, who came out of the toilet, heard their conversation, and directly took over the work for Zhu Junyang: "Don't worry! I'll call her, no problem!"

After finishing speaking, she went straight in through the door and woke up Zhu Junyang who was still sleeping on the bed: "Boss! Get up and put up Spring Festival couplets!"

Zhu Junyang slapped her back and pushed her out of the door, turned over and continued to sleep.

Xia Yu who was sitting on the ground was confused: "??"

Wuhu ran to her side on short legs: "Sister Xia, are you alright?"

Zhou Yilin woke up, and started laughing at her hahaha: "You have fallen out of favor with Xia, hahahahahaha..."

Xia Yu didn't believe that he would suffer this kind of treatment, so he got up and rushed in, halfway through the door was blocked by a transparent barrier.

——Zhu Junyang's restraint actually started to block her! !

Xia Yu cried and slumped on the sofa, and didn't care about posting Spring Festival couplets, her face was full of decadence, muttering "she doesn't love me anymore", "she loves me", "she loves me why is it because of such a small thing Just stop me outside?" "Who am I and where am I?"

Zhou Yilin just felt very happy.

Si Wei hesitated again and again, not bothering her, nor did he dare to disturb Zhu Junyang.

When Zhu Junyang woke up, it was ten o'clock, she got dressed, opened the door, and harvested a resentful Xia Yu.

Like a real ghost, Xia Yu floated in front of Zhu Junyang, and said faintly, "You scum..."

Zhu Junyang didn't remember what he did during the half-dream and half-awake period, so he asked her inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Xia Yu: "Hmph!" After humming, he left without entanglement.

Seeing that she was awake, Si Wei happily took out the Spring Festival couplets he had accumulated, and watched her not moving.

Zhu Junyang took it helplessly: "Is there any transparent tape?"

Si Wei handed it to her.

Zhu Junyang wrapped up his coat and went out to post Spring Festival couplets.

Seeing her go out, Xia Yu ran out too, looked around and found no one around, so angrily tore off the tape for her.

Zhu Junyang smiled: "Aren't you angry?"

Xia Yu: "Hmph!"

Zhu Junyang couldn't hold back, and raised his hand to pinch her nose.

So cute, think...cough.

She pasted couplets and blessing characters on the main entrance, the unit door, and the small doors in the house. Under the sun, the words and patterns with gold powder shone golden.

There is no smoking ban in Fengcheng, and at twelve o'clock in the noon, the sound of firecrackers rang out incessantly.Especially when they live on the first floor, the sound of firecrackers is especially deafening.

Zhu Junyang went to a restaurant that hadn’t closed to pack a lot of dishes. After carrying them back, he realized that the Ling Office didn’t have so many dishes, so he had to unpack all the new dishes that Si Wei bought, and found a few takeaway boxes to present the dishes. .

The three ghosts and Xiao Wuhu couldn't do anything but wait for the ready-made, and Zhu Junyang personally lit the firecrackers for lunch.

The sparks on the fuse moved upward quickly, and soon all the firecrackers were ignited, crackling and crackling.

Xia Yu covered her ears and shouted: "Zhu Junyang——! Happy Chinese New Year!!"

Standing in the smoke of firecrackers, Zhu Junyang smiled softly, and while the smoke of gunpowder blocked people's sight, he secretly kissed the corner of Xia Yu's mouth.

Xia Yu was stunned covering the place where he had just been attacked.

The snow reflects the sun, and the firecrackers are like a fish caught in the palm of someone, jumping around on the ground.Under such a messy background, Zhu Junyang's smile seemed to be shining, piercing her chest with a sudden, making her heart jump uncontrollably like this firecracker.

Zhou Yilin also yelled Happy New Year with Si Wei, but Xia Yu couldn't hear anything, all the voices disappeared in her ears, her mind went blank, and only Zhu Junyang's smile remained.

At the beginning, she was defeated by this smile and became her prisoner willingly.

Zhu Junyang patted her on the back of the head lightly, and shouted loudly: "What?! Are you scared stupid by the sound of gunfire?!"

Xia Yu came back to her senses, blushed and broke away from her hand: "I'm telling you! I'm still angry!!"

After setting off the cannon, one person, three ghosts and one beast went back to the house to eat, Zhu Junyang picked out one of his favorite dishes, and chose one for Wuhu, and then burned all the others with the real fire of his life, so that there was no residue left.

The burnt food appeared on the table out of thin air, which could be eaten by the three ghosts.

After drinking and eating, Zhou Yilin waved his sleeves, and the rest of their food turned into light spots and dissipated in the air.

Si Wei brought her food, and Zhu Junyang cooked it in the same way, and burned piles for them.

The most outrageous thing is that she even stored up a box of ice cream!

When it is burnt, it is water cream...

The last three ghosts could only watch Zhu Junyang and Wuhu eating ice cream helplessly!

Xia Yu: "Whoa, you're still young, it's not good to eat so much cold food."

Woohoo Wikipedia is online: "Bai Ze loves cleanliness very much. Since he was a baby, his parents took him to take a bath in the ice pool. The water temperature is almost below zero. The young Bai Ze lived in this environment and drank ice water every day. ..."

Xia Yu interrupted him: "Brother, I was wrong, you can eat."

You shouldn't show him the animal world, good boy, why does he speak so much like Mr. Zhao...

……

It's cool to fire the cannons for a while, and clean the crematorium.

It snowed heavily again at night, and Zhu Junyang was forced to sweep the snow outside.

Originally, the snow did not need to be swept, but there were still residues of firecrackers in the snow.

She swept away the snow where the firecrackers were fired, exposing the fragments of firecrackers underneath, and then used a shovel to dump the red, white and white snow into the trash can.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, Zhu Junyang had nothing to do, so he simply cleared the large snow in front of the Ling Office, and rushed to clear it, and soon a thin layer of snow piled up on the cleaned road.

Xia Yu came out of the house, sat down on the steps, and leaned on her chin to watch her sweep the snow.

All the windows on every building are lit, and the lights of thousands of households almost illuminate the entire night sky.

There was also a light bulb hanging from the door of the Ling Office, casting a beam of light on the steps. Xia Yu happened to be sitting in this beam of light, leaving no shadow on the ground.

Zhu Junyang threw the shovel into the snowdrift, walked over and sat down beside her: "Calm down?"

Xia Yu turned her head: "Hmph!"

Zhu Junyang seduced her and said, "Do you want to watch the Fairy Wand?"

Xia Yu: "? Are you a child, and you still like to play with fairy wands?"

Zhu Junyang raised the corners of his mouth, and took out a box of fairy sticks from his pocket: "Si Wei bought it, I got a box, and I specially left it for you, Xia Sansui."

Xia Yu was a little moved, and turned her head to look at the small silver-gray stick in Zhu Junyang's hand.

Zhu Junyang snapped his fingers, the fingertips flickered with fire, and the flames enveloped the whole fairy stick.The fairy wand didn't struggle at all, and even the sparks turned into ashes before they could bloom.

Xia Yu's eyes lit up, staring eagerly at Zhu Junyang's palm.

A bare wire appeared out of nowhere.

Xia Yu: "..."

Zhu Junyang: "...I can explain..."

This thing actually works the same way as ice cream, so it can't be burned for ghosts.

Xia Yu smiled, "Then let me see."

Zhu Junyang also laughed, and the two of them put out a box of nine fairy sticks in the heavy snow, and piled up ten wires in the trash can, which was perfect.

Zhou Yilin's calling came from the door: "This skit is very interesting! Do you want to read the surname Xia?! Then don't say I didn't call you!"

Xia Yu responded, "Here we come!" Then he stretched out his hand to Zhu Junyang, "Miss Zhu, may I invite you to watch an interesting sketch?"

Zhu Junyang directly grabbed her hand into his palm: "Let's go."

Although her hands are cold, her heart is warm.

The author has something to say: the latter two of hers are not the same person