shut up, shameless old thief

Bian Ling threw him on the bed again, and Ji Bingzhu rolled a few times on the bed. He tore off the hair crown and headband and threw them aside in disgust. His long hair spread all over the bed in a mess.

When Bian Ling saw the messy things, he was quite upset. He gave up what he was going to do, sat down and frowned, and let Ji Bingzhu straighten his hair.

Ji Bingzhu hated haircuts and didn't want to cut them off, so he was naturally happy when Bian Ling came to do it for him. He took the initiative to sit obediently with his back to Bian Ling, and waited for Bian Ling to smooth his hair for him.

Bian Ling sometimes doesn't know whether he is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid, so he has no choice but to smooth his long hair with his hands, and while doing it, he said: "I'll be at the ghost shop in a few days, do you still want to go out?" ?”

Sitting on the bed, Ji Bingzhu shook his head and said, "Well, I'm going to find Shi Yuan to get back my book. He borrowed it for several years and hasn't returned it."

It has been five years and Ji Bingzhu is still thinking about this matter, which can be said to be very persistent, Bian Ling casually said "um", and did not speak again.

But as long as Ji Bingzhu is given a topic, he can chatter for three days and three nights. He continued: "This time I must beat him up. I agreed to return them to me after reading them. I have collected those books for a long time. It's been a long time. When I can get out of this ghost place, I will take away the books in the painting, and the hot spring in the backyard, oh no, I also have a hot spring at home, so I don't need to take it away. Ah, that's right!"

He said as if he had thought of something, and turned his head suddenly. Bian Ling was tying a handful of his hair into the half-braided braid. Unexpectedly, Ji Bingzhu would turn around suddenly, and before he could let go, he directly tied the lock of hair. Tore out several.

Bian Ling: "..."

Ji Bingzhu hugged his head, took a few breaths, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, it's okay, you continue, I won't move, even if I'm killed."

He was so painful that tears were about to fall, but this time he said he didn't care.

These years of getting along also let Bian Ling know Ji Bingzhu's temperament. When he has nothing to do, he will always pretend to be pitiful and say that he hurts here and there, how serious is it? But when he really hurts and feels uncomfortable But never speak up.

Seeing his appearance, Bian Ling felt funny and pitiful, touched the place where his hair was pulled out just now, comfortingly, continued to cut his hair, and said casually: "What did you say just now?"

Ji Bingzhu was obediently waiting for someone else to do his hair, but when he thought of it, he immediately ate what he had said about not moving, and wanted to turn his head excitedly. Bian Ling had expected him to do this, so he loosened his hands slightly , giving him enough room to turn his head.

Ji Bingzhu brightened his eyes and said: "I told you before that the hot spring in the crater is very big and very comfortable. Let's go there tomorrow, shall we?"

Bian Ling bit his headband and tied his hair into a complicated braid, looked back and forth while breaking his head, and smoothed out the broken hair on his forehead, only then was he satisfied.

He said indifferently: "Don't you want to see those demon cultivators? Maybe they will start to act like ghosts tomorrow."

Ji Bingzhu rolled around on the bed, yelling: "I won't, I won't, I don't care, I will go tomorrow, if it snows black, I will have to wait for several months, Ah Ling, Ah Ling, I I don't want to go alone, there is a section of the road that is so dark that I can't walk, can you accompany me?"

Bian Ling was not used to him, so he turned and left expressionlessly, while Ji Bingzhu looked at him with deep resentment while he was holding the quilt on the bed.

Bian Ling thought that if he rejected Ji Bingzhu so forcefully, he would give up, but he really underestimated Ji Bingzhu's ability to stalk him.

Ever since he proposed to go to the crater to soak in the hot springs, he uncharacteristically stopped chattering and replaced it with the method of convincing you with his eyes.

Bian Ling had nothing to do to sweep the snow in the yard, and only halfway through the sweep, Ji Bingzhu hung upside down from the tree, with his hair hanging down and fluttering in the wind, staring at Bian Ling resentfully, and whispered in his mouth: " hot spring hot spring hot spring hot spring…”

Sui Sui Nian is simply annoying.

Bian Ling: "..."

He went to the kitchen to cook some porridge to eat. Just as the fire was lit, Ji Bingzhu lay down on the stove, revealing a pair of crow-blue eyes, "Hot Spring Hot Spring Hot Spring Hot Spring Hot Spring..."

Bian Ling: "..."

Even at night when Bian Ling was taking a bath, Ji Bingzhu suddenly appeared from the bottom of the pool, his face was covered with water and he still did not forget to attack him mentally: "Hot spring hot spring... cough cough cough... Wen... cough cough hot spring..."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling couldn't bear it anymore, stepped on him to the bottom of the pool, and said angrily: "You can soak here too!"

Ji Bingzhu: "Gudu Gudu..."

In the end, Bian Ling was so annoyed by him that he couldn't bear it anymore, and when Ji Bingzhu was about to get under his quilt in the middle of the night to torture him, he finally let go, and he said coldly: "From now on, if you say one more word, don't go there tomorrow." It's hot spring."

Ji Bingzhu's eyes lit up, he threw himself on Bian Ling with a cheer, and shouted: "Wow! Ah Ling, you are so kind, so kind, I love you so much."

As he spoke, he threw himself on Bian Ling's chest, looked at Bian Ling with bright eyes, and pressed his whole body on him, dangling happily.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling looked at Ji Bingzhu's face who was close at hand, his face blushed suddenly for some reason, he threw Ji Bingzhu off in embarrassment, and pretended to be calm: "Stop talking, or..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Bingzhu crawled over again, strangled his neck from behind and began to thump, and said: "That, that, can we stay there for one night? The stars in that place are very beautiful, and the stars will still shine. It's a nice voice, just like singing a ditty, Ah Ling, go and experience it, okay? Okay?"

Ji Bingzhu was still dangling as he spoke, Bian Ling was almost strangled to death by him, he squeezed his wrist and threw it out, angrily said: "Where did you learn this trick?"

Ji Bingzhu looked at him as if he was really angry, poked his index fingers at each other with some guilt, and whispered: "The play... the playbook..."

He imitated the postures of hugging the neck and acting like a baby in the playbook, and thought it was very useful, but no one told him that you can't hug someone's neck from behind.

Hanging your hands around your neck from the front can be called coquetry; but strangling someone's neck from behind and breaking it back is called murder.

Ji Bingzhu couldn't tell the difference between coquetry and murder, so he blinked innocently and began to pretend to be pitiful.

Bian Ling was speechless, so he rubbed between his brows and said, "Go to sleep."

Ji Bingzhu still wanted to continue talking about the star who would call, "Ah Ling, I haven't finished talking..."

Bian Ling ignored him, turned his back to him and pretended to sleep.

Ji Bingzhu whispered again for a while, seeing that Bian Ling really didn't respond, he reluctantly shut up, turned over to face the wall, and fell asleep quietly after a while.

After his breathing became even, Bian Ling slowly opened his eyes, looked at Ji Bingzhu's uncomfortable sleeping position curled up in a ball, and sighed slightly.

Just as he was about to reach out his hand to help Ji Bingzhu adjust his sleeping position, he saw Ji Bingzhu turn over in a daze, rolled around twice and hit Bian Ling's chest with his head.

Bian Ling: "..."

Before he had time to move, Ji Bingzhu spontaneously identified him as a pillow that could be hugged, stretched out his hand and fumbled around twice, put his arm around Bian Ling's neck and pulled it down suddenly, Bian Ling was so big that he was forced Shengsheng pulled it down and hugged it in his arms while maintaining an awkward posture.

Bian Ling was almost strangled to death just now, and this time he was holding his head and was almost suffocated to death. He grabbed Ji Bingzhu's arm and broke it to save himself from the plight of being about to be suffocated.

Ji Bingzhu was dissatisfied with the pillow and left, groaning and scratching randomly, Bian Ling immediately stuffed his arm over it, and then Ji Bingzhu rubbed his face on his arm with satisfaction, and fell into a deep sleep.

Bian Ling sighed, really wanted to beat him up while he was sleeping, but seeing his sleeping face felt a little bit reluctant.

He was so soft-hearted that the next morning, his whole arm was sore and limp from Ji Bingzhu's hug, and he couldn't even lift his clothes because of numbness.

Ji Bingzhu tied his hair with a headband in his mouth, and pointed at Bian Ling and laughed: "You are so stupid, and your arms are numb when you sleep, hahahahaha I have never done this since I was a child, Ling, you are so stupid Right, hahaha...cough cough..."

He can choke himself every time he laughs too complacently, and he doesn't know how he does it.

Bian Ling gave him a cold look, and thought to himself, you should laugh now, and I will definitely wake you up if you do this next time.

It was still snowing outside, and Ji Bingzhu happily ran to the corridor and took out an umbrella and opened it. The umbrella was so tattered that it could be blown apart by the wind.

He opened his umbrella and ran to the middle of the yard, turned around twice, and said joyfully, "Come on, come on, let's go."

Bian Ling wore a wide cloak, and the hood covered half of his face from the wind and snow, and slowly followed Ji Bingzhu out the door.

Even when Ji Bingzhu went out, he was barefoot. He hopped and walked on the road full of gravel. When he was hurt, he would scream a series of "Ouch, Ouch". funny.

Bian Ling also knew that he hated wearing shoes, watched him amuse himself without reminding him, and followed him step by step, his eyes followed Ji Bingzhu's figure, his eyes were full of indifference and helplessness, and he didn't even have a clue. The warmth that came out.

A person who is naturally ruthless like Bian Ling can't resist Ji Bingzhu's heartless, innocent and stupid appearance.

When Ji Bingzhu walked to the cable bridge, he turned his head and looked at Bian Ling, with his eyes curved and smiling, he said, "Aling, come quickly, let's cross this cable bridge, and we will be there after walking a little further."

Bian Ling said "Oh" and stepped onto the cable bridge with a calm expression. Ji Bingzhu had already run to the center of the cable bridge with an umbrella and cheered. After a while, he started to shake around while holding on to the chain, and he was heard from the whole valley. Loud noises.

Bian Ling didn't change his face in the fierce tension of the cable bridge, walking steadily on each plank as if walking, and heard Ji Bingzhu babbling in the middle, humming the tune he learned from the book and pointing out leisurely : "The tone is wrong, lower it a bit."

Except for the tune he had been singing before, Ji Bingzhu didn't even know how to sing at all. He just went back and forth to those few tunes, and he just sang casually without remembering the tune or the words, which was quite like a magic sound filling his ears.

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