"Oh, you feel good then."

I responded absently, took out the key, opened the door, pushed the door and walked into the room. I took out two bottles of beer from the beer box and handed one to Liu Feng. I sat on the bed, took the beer and bit open the lid, raised my head and opened the lid.

I blew a bottle in my breath.

I put down the beer bottle and burped, then suppressed the fear in my heart. When I looked up, I saw Liu Feng looking at me blankly. I asked doubtfully: "Hiccup~ It feels so good. Why are you looking at me like that? No."

Have you ever seen anyone drinking?”

"Uh! I've seen it before, but I've never seen someone drinking from a donkey."

"Get out of here!" I raised my leg and kicked him directly on the buttocks and cursed: "You've been itchy lately, haven't you? I feel uncomfortable if you don't choke for a day. Last time you drank from a basin, you were called drinking donkey. I'm like this

It’s more of a light drink.”

"Okay, okay, you're right, hey! Xiaotong, what's wrong with you today? Why do I feel like something's wrong with you?"

The buddy was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect that Liu Feng's observation skills were so meticulous that he could actually see something strange about me.

My brother looked at Liu Feng blankly, wondering whether to tell him about me, not because he was afraid, but because he had always been an atheist and would not believe it.

Sure enough, I briefly explained the recent events, and Liu Feng was a little stunned when he heard that I was working in a funeral parlor. Then he looked at me with weird eyes, as if he was looking at a psychopath.

Liu Feng reached out and touched his forehead, then touched my forehead, and asked with concern: "I don't have a fever! Xiaotong, are you obsessed with writing ghost stories and demons? Even after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you were not allowed to become a spirit.

How could there be any monsters, not to mention what age it is now, why are you still so superstitious?"

"Hey! I know you don't believe it, but such a bizarre thing did happen to me. Look at this knife I brought back from Dong Province. This is the legendary magic weapon, as well as this book and writing brush.

.”

I put a few treasures on the table. Liu Feng picked them up and looked at them for a few times. He said disapprovingly: "Tch! What does this prove? These things are sold everywhere on the Internet. I think you are just too interested in writing ghost stories."

Already."

"Okay! I hope so too."

Seeing that Liu Feng didn't believe it, he didn't bother to explain anymore. After all, if it were me before, I wouldn't believe the things I've experienced recently.

"Originally, by the way, what happened to what I told you last time? Have you written it down?"

"It's written! Didn't you read it?"

I turned on the computer and clicked on the ghost story I wrote last night. I smiled and pushed the computer in front of Liu Feng. Liu Feng read it with great relish.

The buddy lit a cigarette and leaned on the bedside, looking at Liu Feng's expression with a smile.

Liu Feng watched the ghost stories turn over page by page. First he was smiling, then he was puzzled, then his face was covered with black lines, and then he was furious. The expression on his face kept changing like the facial makeup of Peking Opera. It was called

A wonderful one.

"Holy shit! I asked you to write me as the protagonist. What did you write for me? A scumbag, a pervert, a murderer, and in the end he died without a complete body."

"Hey! That's what the protagonist in a ghost story is like! Otherwise, why would you see a ghost? Just be content with it! I'll give it to you anyway, right?"

"Get out of here! I've already committed suicide. I don't care. You have to write me a representative of justice, the kind who punishes rape and eliminates evil."

My brother looked at Liu Feng speechless, thinking that he still wanted to be a representative of justice despite his frustration, but in order to prevent him from pestering me any longer, I agreed to him temporarily.

"Okay, okay, I'll change your personal profile another day, that's it!"

"Why change the day? Right now, I'll watch you write."

Liu Feng glared and pretended that if he didn't write, he would never finish with me. I glanced at him speechlessly, shook my head and said, "No, I still have important things to do at night. I have to sleep now, and

You keep chattering here, and I can’t calm down to write!”

"Don't talk nonsense with me. Although I have never been to a funeral parlor, I have heard that there is nothing to do during the vigil there except sleeping. Don't worry, I will stay here and not disturb you. You

If you don’t write, hey! You don’t have to sleep today.”

Liu Feng rubbed his hands and looked at me with a mean smile. As soon as his expression came out, I knew I couldn't escape this time.

Because this guy's ability to tease people is absolutely outstanding, such as putting itching powder in his pants, putting mustard paste in food, replacing mineral water with white vinegar, putting toothpaste in bread, etc...

Although these tricks cannot harm lives, they can torture people to death and make them miserable.

Thinking of the feeling of being tortured, I couldn't help but tremble. I quickly raised my hands in surrender and said with a wry smile: "Okay, you win, how about I accept it? We have been good friends for several years."

, can you stop scaring me with those bad tricks of yours? Hey! Okay! I can’t sleep now anyway, so give me the computer.”

"Hehe! Brother Tong, don't say that. I didn't think of anything. Here! Here you go."

Liu Feng pushed the laptop in front of me with a mean smile. I rolled my eyes, opened the folder and started sorting out the recently collected themes.

"Fengzi, how's the writing? Are you satisfied?"

I moved the mouse and clicked save, then turned to look behind me, and then my friend discovered that Liu Feng had fallen asleep at some point, and there were a few beer bottles scattered on the table.

Looking at the messy desktop and Liu Feng's sleeping posture, I rolled my eyes in anger. My friend got up and kicked him on the buttocks.

"Hey, hey, hey! Liu Feng, if you want to go home and sleep, my bed is only such a big place. Where can I sleep if you sleep here?"

"Oh! Gungun, don't make any noise, I'm sleeping soundly!"

Liu Feng rubbed his butt and muttered dissatisfiedly, turned over and fell asleep again.
Chapter completed!