I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Wang Xiaobaa's diary: Today I had a hot pot in my tomb...

The river with a layer of misty water vapor follows the artificially dug river channels and rockery, the riverbanks piled up with small stones and the red-tiled pavilions are like antique scenic spots, often with buildings.

The stone wall above the head is also inlaid with countless luminous beads and inexhaustible merman lamps all around, making it as bright as day.

Wang Xiaozongzi lifted up the hem of the ancient and cumbersome wedding dress and tucked it into the waistband of his trousers. His sleeves were rolled up to his shoulders. The seasoning for the hoof was found in a backpack of a grave robber.

The red hot water was bubbling, and the spicy soup base made Wang Xiaobaa swallow her saliva greedily and feel pain in the chrysanthemum just looking at it.

"The wind is over, don't wash it, come and eat hot pot." Wang Xiaobaa shouted to the side.

Wenfeng tied up his long hair, and put his clothes up like Wang Xiaobaa. You can tell who made the messy curls at a glance. The once frightening demon No. 1 is now sullen and taciturn. Hang Chi Hang Chi squatting by the river to wash clothes.

Back then, she believed the elm head of her subordinate, and chose the best hot clothes to make several spare wedding dresses. As a result, Wang Xiaobaa refused to wear this dress again when she heard that there were spare ones, and insisted on washing them clean.

"The clothes have been worn for 1000 years and still not washed?" Wang Xiaobai's disgust was so obvious that Wen Feng swallowed the words subconsciously.

These clothes actually have a dust-proof effect.

But in order to see Wang Xiaobaa changing clothes, he still offered the new clothes with both hands smiling.

Then it turns out that being a hooligan doesn't end well.

After changing, Wang Xiaobaa handed the clothes to him, touched his nose and asked him, "Boss, do you know how to do laundry?"

Hearing all the wind: "..."

How could it be possible for a man who turned the clouds and rains in the history of a generation to cover the sky with one hand... He really did!

Wen Fengjin, who used to be a poor little boy, did laundry by himself when he was very young. Although it was a long time ago, he still remembers it now.

Seeing Wang Xiaobaa's pitiful expression, Wen Fengjin nodded with a dull face.

In the end, he was urged by the cheering Wang Xiaobaa to find a wooden basin from the side hall, squatted by the underground river and began to wash his clothes.

The invincible demon king was rubbing his clothes while listening to Wang Xiaobaa's muttering: "Put those decorative clothes racks in the side hall later, and they will be used as a laundry room in the future. It is convenient to dry clothes."

Wen Fengjin: ...that's not a clothes rack, that's a knife rack.

Hearing Wang Xiaobaa's shout, he glanced at the mahogany laundry tub in front of him, stood up quickly, packed his clothes and walked over.

"Don't put your sleeves down! You'll have to continue washing in a while!" Wang Xiaobaa hurriedly stopped him.

"..." Wen Fengjin looked at his shapeless two sleeves, and silently rolled them up again.

The two ancient people squatted next to the hot pot like old men, with a sense of disobedience that made people laugh and couldn't bear to look directly at them.

It's like a Tang monk wearing cassock and squatting on the curb with his disciples to smoke.

Smelling the smell of hot pot, Wang Xiaobaa suddenly thought: Two big zongzi are eating black donkey hooves to cook hot pot in the grave?If a tomb robber came at this time, I don't know if he would slap him with a rattle.

Grave robber is good, it's better to bring more donkey's hooves!

A few days ago, he himself would never have imagined that one day he would eat hot pot in his own tomb!

Wen Fengji looked at the steaming pungent food rolling out red blisters, he was silent for a while, and said: "This thing is like the cinnabar used by Taoist priests to make alchemy. Is it really edible?"

Wang Xiaobaa took out two cleaned cans and gave him food while talking.

"Don't worry, this food is always delicious. People nowadays can't live without spicy taste! Here it is, try it!"

Wang Xiaobaa forced him the chopsticks and this thing, and she couldn't wait to fill it up, not caring about stuffing it into her mouth because it was hot.

The delicious food and the spicy taste rushing to the brain instantly made Wang Xiaobaa's mouth numb and his eyes red, but this long-lost taste made him feel alive.

"Mom, this tomb robber is from Sichuan, right? It's so spicy, so spicy!"

Wenfeng saw Wang Xiaobaa, who was in tears streaming down her cheeks, holding a jar in her hand, staring at the pungent meat inside, and finally picked it up and put it in her mouth.

Wang Xiaobaa looked at Wen Fengjin chewing slowly and politely at first, then her face gradually turned red, and her nose wrinkled hotly, and finally she couldn't care about any airs and quickly swallowed, her slightly feminine and handsome face showed A contorted expression.

Wang Xiaobaa held the bowl and looked at his face and laughed, "So you can't eat spicy food."

Wenfeng suppressed the spicy taste with great difficulty, frowned and said, "I have always loved sour food."

"I'm most afraid of eating sour food." Wang Xiaobaa was fine with soy sauce and vinegar, but she would lose her teeth if she ate fruits that were slightly sour.

While eating, Wang Xiaobaa said: "I don't intend to leave after becoming such a living dead person, I will stay with you, anyway, I'm up there because my grandma doesn't love my uncle, my parents think I'm dead It’s all about finding a relative to give me some money to collect the body.”

"Although I still don't believe what you said before, but you are also single, and I am also single, and I don't want to hide it from you, I am gay, but I have broken sleeves. If you are honest with each other, let's start with Let’s start as friends, let’s put them together in the underground palace if you think it’s appropriate, so you don’t have to hide it from me…”

"I've found myself getting more and more strange recently. Is it related to you?" The words made it clear in one breath, but Wang Xiaobaa didn't stop chopsticks.

He was very nervous, but he also seemed to be trying to create a relaxed atmosphere.

After all, the other party is an old zongzi who has lived for more than 1000 years!What if he finds out that the matter is revealed and accidentally gnaws me to death?

What about the past and present, those are really not convincing to me who only have more than 20 years of memory.

Unless Wang Xiaobaa finds out one day that he really regains his memory, and that he was really called Sleeping Light, it will be really difficult for him to turn himself into another person.

Wen Fengjin paused for a moment while holding the chopsticks, then raised his eyes to look at Wang Xiaobaa.

Wang Xiaobaa swallowed nervously.

After being silent for a while, Wen Fengjin's expression suddenly fell. He pulled the corners of his mouth and raised his eyebrows sadly, and said, "You said that I am very happy to stay with me. Don't worry, I won't hurt you, and I haven't done anything."

Wang Xiaobaa frowned suspiciously: "You really didn't do anything?"

Wen Fengjin clenched his palms and lowered his head, his bundled hair fell down and covered his cheeks.

"I'm not mistaken, Mian Deng, you are you. I know very well that you are the one I want to wait for." He laughed at himself and said, "And in your previous life, because of my weird pupils and other people's evaluation of me Doubt me, why now... I still can't get all your trust?"

"I've been waiting for you for so many years! How can I be willing to harm you?"

His hoarse voice trembled slightly, as if crying.

Wang Xiaobaa: "..." At this moment, I feel like a scumbag.