Wen Xi sat by the window and looked downstairs. The book in his hand stopped on the first page and didn't turn it over. The sunset stained his face warm yellow, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his cheeks, and vehicles at the intersection came The flow of comings and goings continued, and he blinked, but he never saw the figure of the old monster Pixiu.
Wen Xi held the book in one hand and slowly stroked the place where he was pierced today with the other.
The moment the icy blade penetrated his body, he felt a sense of familiarity and a fleeting pain. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make him terrified and frightened.
Wen Xi looked down at his intact abdomen, the skin under his fingers had no temperature, he was a ghost and had no pain, and ordinary knives couldn't hurt him. The pain is from the past memories hidden deep in the memory, not from the knife that pierced the body today.
He couldn't help but wonder, was it because he was stabbed in the abdomen with such a knife and died
Wen Xi sat in the chair and tried hard to recall, trying to find a little bit, but only got an unbearable headache.
Can't remember anything, frustration and pain are intertwined in my heart, accompanied by a wonderful feeling that permeates my heart.
He couldn't be in the sun for a long time, and he needed to drink that bitter and frowning soul-soothing medicine every day. Wen Xi never felt any difference between himself and mortals, and even hypnotized himself that he might have a chance to return to the sun one day.
But today's knife completely tore apart his self-deception for so many days.
The time of his death and sleep is still flowing. Those who have loved and hated have passed away in the past, and now they want to take revenge or repay their kindness, and they are not what they used to be in reincarnation.
Wen Xi's hand holding the book clenched and loosened, maybe she really should wait until the fall and listen to the old monster's words to reincarnate. At that time, dust will return to dust, and I will not remember anything after a bowl of soup. In the next life, ordinary people have both parents, and they can live happily and safely.
Wen Xi thought about it and suddenly heard a voice in her ear asking, "What are you thinking about?"
Startled, he turned to see Pixiu standing behind him.
"How do you..."
Pixiu frowned as he grabbed his hand covering his stomach and asked, "Why are you covering this place, isn't it uncomfortable?"
"No, no." Wen Xi held his hot hand: "You are so slow to come back."
Pi Xiu raised his eyebrows: "It's already very soon."
He got up holding the small thing and let the ghost sit on his lap, while he sat on the chair where Wen Xi had been sitting. He turned his head to look out the window at the intersection and asked, "Are you sitting here waiting for me to come back?"
Wen Xi was silent for a while before answering.
"Watching?" Pixiu asked.
Wen Xi squeezed the book in his hand and said, "Actually, I didn't watch it all the time. I was just waiting while reading the book."
"Really?" Pixiu took out the book in his hand and threw it aside: "Then don't read the book next time you wait, and wait while playing with your phone, it won't be so boring."
Wen Xi paused: "Actually, it's okay, and it's not boring."
"Really? I see that you printed the first page of the book and didn't turn to the second page. The book must be too boring for you to read." Pixiu's voice brought a smile , Seeing Wen Xi's ears that were starting to turn red, she couldn't help but hug the little thing tighter.
Wen Xi didn't speak for a long time, and Pi Xiu stayed silent with him.
But after being silent for a long time, Pixiu couldn't hold back and asked, "Why are you rushing up to help me today?"
"How do I know that you won't get hurt because of your rough skin and flesh?" Wen Xi coughed, pretending to be calm and soft, and said, "What's more, what would I do if something happened to you? Without you to take care of me, it won't be two days. I'm about to disappear."
Pixiu chuckled softly and put his hand on Wenxi's stomach. The warm feeling made him shrink back, but he got closer to the old monster behind him.
"Not next time," Pixiu whispered.
Wenxi leaned against him and looked up at his face: "Those people didn't make things difficult for you."
"Who can embarrass me? Little thing, you underestimate me too much." Pixiu laughed: "There is one more question, why did you have to go with me in the beginning?"
"Just..." Wen Xi paused, and her voice became even lower: "When my grandfather was taken away by them, he also told me that he would be back soon."
Then he never came back, he thought that the brief parting had become an eternal farewell.
Wen Xi was a little surprised: "Then the man who raided the house came. I was reading in the study, and then..."
"Shh—" Pixiu covered his mouth. "Don't say that, I don't like hearing it. I don't want to be your grandpa."
Wen Xi covered his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "You are old enough to be my grandfather."
Pi Xiu didn't speak, but moved his hand up slowly to cover Wen Xi's eyes. The old monster's hand exerted a little force again, letting the little thing lean on his shoulder.
The smooth black hair brushed Pi Xiu's cheek, he looked down at Wen Xi's fair neck slightly, his eyes turned yellow for a moment, but soon returned to normal.
"Don't be so impulsive next time. If something happens to your soul, it will be even more troublesome then." Pixiu let go of Wen Xi and got up, putting him on the sofa.
There was a cake on the coffee table in front of him, Wen Xi looked curious, until Pi Xiu put a fork to his mouth, and then asked: "Is this the cake they said on the Internet?"
"Try it."
Wen Xi opened his mouth, and the light and soft cream wrapped in sweetness exploded on the tip of his tongue. Pixiu stared at the little thing, his eyes widened, and he couldn't help laughing.
In fact, small things are also very easy to raise. At critical moments, they have a little conscience and are not a white-eyed wolf. It is not too bad to keep them, and they do not lose money as expected.
Boss Pi wanted to keep his hands moving. After feeding Wen Xi a piece of cake, he wiped the cream off the corner of his mouth.
The bead curtain behind him slammed crisply at this time, and the little broom came over with a schoolbag on his back with a reluctant expression on his face.
"Dad." The little broom shouted again and reiterated his disgusting remarks: "I-I don't want to go to school!"
Pixiu threw the cake box into the trash can, wiped his hands and asked, "What's wrong? Did your classmate grab your broom again, or did you see it throwing garbage on the ground again?"
"No, no!" The little broom blushed: "They laughed, laughed at my name!"
Wen Xi wondered: "What's your name?"
"I, I just don't have a name!" The little broom jumped.
Wen Xi: …
Pixiu: …
Boss Pi patted his head, the name of the broom must be a problem left over from history. When he picked up the child back then, everyone named it based on what it was called. Little stuttered and the little broom came round.
Now that the child is grown up and sensible, he can no longer fool around.
Pixiu took out his phone and said, "Wait, I'll find you a name online."
Wen Xi grabbed his hand and said, "Can I find anything on the Internet?"
"Why can't it work?" Pi Xiu glanced at the screen: "There are hundreds of names on the Internet that generate hundreds of names with one click, so just choose the one that goes smoothly."
The little broom shouted: "No, no! Too, too casual!"
"Then what do you want to call it, tell me, I'll call Feng Du and ask him to change it." Pixiu glanced at the time and put the phone back in his pocket, "Write your homework first, and then think about it after you finish it. I'll go downstairs first. Go and stare, don't Jia Suzhen do the Haiwan operation for me again."
"I don't, don't think for yourself." The little broom walked over to Wen Xi, holding his schoolbag and looking at Pi Xiu's back downstairs angrily.
Wen Xi touched his head: "Don't be angry, write your homework first."
The little broom looked at him and suddenly called out Mom.
Wen Xi's brows twitched, and she didn't want to respond. Although he is a ghost over 600 years old, he is much bigger than the broom, but from the looks of it, he is not even his fucking age.
"Can you call me brother in the future, don't call me mom." Wen Xi paused: "I'm not married to your father."
The little broom shook his head: "Mom will give me a name, and I will call you brother."
Wen Xi was taken aback: "You want me to name you?"
"Dad has no, no culture! Don't want him!"
The illiterate father sneezed twice in a row downstairs, causing the whole store to be silent for two seconds. Su An immediately took out a piece of paper and offered it, telling the boss to pay attention to his body.
Pixiu wiped his nose, thinking that another dog was scolding him behind his back, and he was careful to get his head out and twist it off.
The spirit guy came to make a mess. Several of the tables, chairs, and benches in the store were broken. Boss Pi and Su An, the dog-legged man, together, both of them were in pain, grabbing the ledger and abacus, and said sharply, "Boss! Severe punishment! Severe punishment! "
Pixiu was heartbroken, thinking that he would have known that there were such fighters who were not afraid of death looking for trouble, and he would not have moved the mahogany furniture out to make fun of it.
Su An pressed the calculator: "Boss, do they need us to pay for their medical expenses?"
"Fuck, I won't even pay for the funeral expenses!" Pi Xiu frowned, thinking that Jia Suzhen would have to come on stage to sing a few sentences tonight, and the price would have to be increased, but the price of a piece of music would have to increase by 25%.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a muffled sound, and the pillar Jia Suzhen was standing in the corridor staring blankly at the entrance of the hall, with the menu in her hands scattered all over the floor.
"What's the matter?" Pi Xiu followed her gaze to the door, and saw Wu Zu and the girl come in chatting and laughing, and the two sat next to each other in his old seat. When he looked up, there was Jia Suzhen's singing stage. .
Boss Pi's heart skipped a beat, and it was broken. Today's plan to bring Jia Suzhen on stage to turn the tide is probably a failure.
"Don't get excited yet." Pixiu called Houda: "Pour a glass of water for you, Sister Suzhen, and I'll order food."
Jia Suzhen blinked and squeezed out a smile: "It's okay, the slave family just softened a bit."
Pi Xiu walked over with the menu and smiled at Wu Zu: "Why, you brought your friends here today?"
"This is my classmate." Wu Zu looked around in the store: "Why isn't Sister Suzhen here? My classmate also likes to listen to Huangmei opera. I heard it last time and came with me this time."
Pixiu glanced at the little girl, she wasn't very pretty, but her eyes were watery and big, as if she could talk.
"Is this a classmate? Not a girlfriend?" Pi Xiu raised his eyebrows and asked.
The little girl's face turned red, but Wu Zu said righteously, "No, it's just my classmate."
Pi Xiu smacked his mouth, thinking that this plot is still the story of King Xiang's unintentional, goddess and love plus ghosts and myths.
After ordering the dishes, Pixiu turned around and went back to the kitchen. Ren Jiao was very busy. Monkey San's tail stretched out to help flip the spoon. When he saw the boss came in, he wailed and asked, "Boss, when will Brother Fox come back? I have muscles in my tail. It's all practiced, and Mao Liao also lost a section, and if it goes on, it's really hairless and can't find a girlfriend!"
"It's fine, there's no hair, no hair. You need to train the muscles on the tail more. Now mother monkeys like strong ones, so they seem to be at ease." Pi Xiu comforted him hypocritically, and after a few words, he sat on the side. Jia Suzhen, who was breaking garlic, walked over.
"Not a girlfriend, he doesn't mean that," Pixiu said.
Jia Suzhen's hand paused and said softly, "Sooner or later, there will be. The slave family has thought about it before. One day he and his wife will come to listen to me sing. What I expected is only one day later."
She clapped the scraps on her hands, stood up and said to Boss Pi, "Boss, let the Nujia cook Wu Lang's dishes today. The Nujia learned it when he was alive, and the master Ren also gave some pointers these days. The Nujia promises not to. Defiled your sign."
Pi Xiu glanced at Ren Jiao, and when he saw him nodding, he sighed and said, "Okay, you can try."