The next day, it was already noon when Bai Chu pushed the door out of the room.
It snowed all night yesterday, and thick snow was accumulated on the ground, covered in silver, and the world was the same color, and the eyes were filled with pale scenes.
Bai Chu's face was still a little flushed, not like the rosy light on her face after just waking up, but more like she looked after doing other things...
Van Gogh came from behind her while wearing a belt. When the belt was tied, he stretched out his arms and hugged her waist. His voice was filled with a smile, and he sniffed in her ears, "Is it still comfortable last night?"
The heating pounced on his ears, itchy and itchy. The blush on Bai Chu's face became even deeper. He raised his eyebrows and elbows to greet him. He held his hand in advance, "Don't do it, I'm still injured."
Bai Chu glared at him, and his face turned redder. Last night, he kept saying this...
With this sentence, she was concerned about the injuries on his body and did not dare to do much, but he was unscrupulous and teased her so hard that she was led by him. Now, it was extremely hateful!
She stepped on his instep and came out of his arms, quickly changing the subject, "Why are you going to clean up the person in the room?"
In the room, a body died of taking medicine last night.
Van Gogh raised his foot and put it on the window stalk beside him, patting the upper with his hand, "A mortal body, wouldn't he even ask me to dig a hole to bury her, erect another monument, and burn three incense sticks?"
It is not that Van Gogh is indifferent. The person in the house had Qingyao's memory before he died. After he died, he was just a soulless empty shell. If you count it carefully, it has nothing to do with Van Gogh.
Bai Chu thought about it, "Will the corpse smell bad if it is placed in the room?"
Van Gogh glanced at her, "I like these? Do you still want to live in this room?"
Bai Chuzheng glanced at the next courtyard inadvertently, "This place looks good. We just need a place to settle down, and there is just a death here and no one lives there."
"A man died in the room and two strangers moved in. Do you think the neighbors won't report to the officials?"
"We didn't kill people, so what if we sue the officials, there are only a few mortals..."
Before he finished speaking, Van Gogh pulled him out of the yard and pushed him directly to the next door. "Bai Chu, just say timidly, don't make excuses."
“…”
The courtyard gate was closed, and a few dog barking came from the door. After a while, the breath of divine breath was found, there was indeed no mortal aura.
Bai Chu looked at the courtyard gate that was close to him, pursed his lips, pulled Van Gogh and walked a few steps away, "I think you come to the mortal world to recuperate. You should find a good place to see the scenery. This small village looks ordinary, but it is really..."
"Bai Chu, are you nervous or afraid?" Van Gogh glanced at her, teasing without hiding her words.
Bai Chu looked at the closed courtyard gate and glared at Van Gogh again.
She had no parents since she was a child, and Van Gogh suddenly told her that her parents were nearby, just apart from each other. How could she face it normally?
Her parents are real ancient gods. Since the end of ancient times, they have guarded the Qingqiu millions of creatures. There is a saying in the mortal world that there are three years and a generation gap. How many mountains and rivers are there in this way?
Although... she was a little curious about such parents.
But she didn't know her parents' appearance and temper. What if she had a weird temper like Van Gogh's mother?
"Van Gogh, they have been invisible for many years, so let's not bother them?" As he said that, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the door curiously, as if he could really see something through the crack of the door.
Van Gogh was funny and pushed her.
Bai Chu staggered and pushed it to the door by him. Before he could react, he saw him knocking on the door very quickly.
"Knock, knock, knock."
After three times, Bai Chuxin was shocked.
In the yard, there was another barking of dogs.
Bai Chu suddenly remembered something, his shoulders trembled, and he was about to escape, but Van Gogh quickly pressed his shoulders and left him in place.
“So what?”
Bai Chu glared at him and pointed his finger at his eyes, "My brother almost sucked me to death after seeing these eyes. If it were those two inside..."
Van Gogh ignored her and knocked on the door again.
The dogs in the yard seemed to dislike strangers very much, so they ran to the gate of the yard and screamed again at the outside of the yard.
The voice of an elderly woman came from inside, "Jie, what's the name? Let me stew you and make hot pot!"
The dog barking stopped immediately.
The woman seemed to have a hot temper. Something was smashed into the yard and cursed, "Is it still sleeping? When is it time for you to sleep?! Open the door!"
"Who? I'm knocking on the door at noon, so I can't let you sleep well!" The voice was lazy, and with a little dissatisfaction after being woken up, a sound of footsteps came from far to near.
Bai Chu stood at the gate of the courtyard, and had not digested the conversations he had just heard in his ears. Then, the door opened.
In the door, an old man in coarse cloth clothes bent his back, his hair that had not yet dispersed was scattered, his face was full of wrinkles, and he was wearing one of the shoes under his feet, and the other had not yet had time to wear it...
Bai Chu blinked, wondering if he was standing in the wrong door.
The old man inside also blinked, as if he was stunned by the two strangers outside the door.
The eyes were facing each other, and there was a moment of embarrassment...
If you knock on someone’s door, you have to stop talking, right?
"I didn't have lunch." This is the first sentence that Bai Chu blurted out.
The old man looked at her and blinked.
This seems...is something wrong? Bai Chu added another sentence, "I didn't eat breakfast."
The old man looked at Van Gogh and blinked.
Wait, what's going on with this feeling of becoming increasingly powerless? Bai Chu hesitated for a while and said, "Well... the next door said, are you in charge of food?"
After Bai Chu thought he was embarrassed and threw it to his grandma's house, the old man in front of him turned his head and shouted to the yard:
"Old woman, put two more pairs of dishes! Our daughter is here to bring our son-in-law to have a meal!"
!!!
Bai Chu stared at the old man suddenly, his face full of disbelief.
The old man turned sideways and made way, lowered his head and put on his other unfit shoes, and showed a bright smile at Bai Chu: "Come in, come in, come in, our house hasn't been lively for a long time."
What's going on with the golden teeth in the mouth!!!
"What a son-in-law, old man, you're holding me back again - have you hooked up with a young girl?" The window of a room in the yard was opened and his head was stretched out.
An old woman with silver hair had a few wrinkles on her forehead and a chloasma in the hall. She squinted her eyes at the door and smiled immediately, "It's true that my daughter and son-in-law are here. Old man, please greet me first, I'll cook a few more dishes."
Bai Chu's heart was jumping violently, and she couldn't believe it when she beat her to death. The old man and the old lady in front of her were her parents!
She glanced at Van Gogh beside her, and the latter showed a look like hers on her face.
The two followed the old man into the yard, and a black dog rushed over from the side, barked at Bai Chu twice, and then rushed towards Van Gogh.
Van Gogh could not dodge his side, and his chest was hit by a dog, and he pushed one step back.
The black dog seemed to like Van Gogh very much, and wagged his tail and circled around Van Gogh.
Van Gogh glanced at the black dog, pulled the corners of his mouth, and looked at Bai Chu, "This seems to be the one that we had a fight with you many years ago."
You just quarrel with the dog! Your whole family quarrels with the dog!
Bai Chu glared at Van Gogh and kicked the dog that was spinning around under his feet.
The black dog was kicked into the air and turned around and landed on the ground. He pawed his claws on the ground and barked at Bai Chu a few times.
Bai Chu frowned and kicked the stone on the ground to greet the dog, "Baring again, I'll stew you!"
The old man next to him said happily: "Daughter, your temper is exactly the same as your mother."
"What bad things do you say to me when I carry you on my back?" The old woman's kitchen knife swayed out of the window.
The old man moved two stools from the inner room to the table outside the yard, "Who said you? Our daughter is arguing with the dog, and I'm praising her."
A kitchen knife flew out of the window and the blade was directly inserted into the table in front of the old man.
The old man glanced at the kitchen knife, and pulled it out of the table as if he had been used to it, and threw it into the window without looking.
Bai Chu and her friends were both shocked!!!
After throwing the kitchen knife, the old man smiled brightly at the two of them, and pointed to the stool that had just moved out of the house next to him, "What are you doing when you stand stupidly, sit down."
In the yard, there is snow.
There are a table, four stools, and a few small trees around which are covered by snow, and they are not visible.
The old woman came out of the house with a bowl of vegetables, her face full of anger: "Old man, why are you messing around? It's cold, who's eating in the yard?"
The old man slapped the table, got up, and glared at him, "The red plums in the yard are blooming at this time. Yesterday, you lost the bet yesterday! Don't bet! You promised to accompany me to watch it, and you will accompany me to watch it!"
The old woman stopped and glanced at him.
The old man immediately squeezed out a pleasing smile and greeted her. He took the food from her hands with both hands, "Thank you for your hard work, ma'am, I'll beat you back later?"
The old woman snorted and returned to the inner room to continue serving the dishes.
The old man came back with the food in his hand and smiled happily at Bai Chufangou, "Your mother is the same temper, don't dislike it, don't dislike it."
"Old man, you're talking bad things about me again!"
Four pairs of chopsticks flew out of the window and attacked the old man.
The old man didn't look back and reached out and grabbed it behind his head, and four pairs of chopsticks were steadily in his hand.
He glanced at the two people who were still standing there, "Are you not sitting?"
As he said that, he grabbed Bai Chu's shoulder and pressed it on the stool, and looked at Van Gogh.
Van Gogh showed a humble smile on his face, "Father-in-law, please sit first, just leave the cloth and chopsticks to the son-in-law." As he said that, he pulled open the chair and helped the old man sit down.
The old man narrowed his eyes and smiled a little, "Boy is pretty good, good, not bad." As he said that, he stuffed the chopsticks in his hand into Van Gogh's hand, and patted Van Gogh's shoulders with his empty hand.
Then several vegetable bowls flew out of the window and landed steadily on the table.