"Apple, are you sure you want to go?"

The female ghost followed behind the majestic mulberry apple and asked quietly.

"Go, of course. Sang Apple said while remembering yesterday's Weibo incident, when she posted something about Wu Renai, but because of An Qiyu's comments, everyone paid attention to An Qiyu, and no one paid attention to Wu Renai.

This matter was only hot because of An Qi's message, and no one paid attention to the protagonist of the incident, which made Sang Apple feel a little uncomfortable.

Hey, that's what these fans are like now.

"But," the female ghost was still a little worried, "Master Qiao didn't come, is it really okay?"

Qiao Ziqian was very indifferent to her this morning, and Sang Apple felt that she was still angry because of yesterday's incident?

After all, after tearing up a piece of someone's clothes, Sang Apple himself felt embarrassed, why don't you buy a chicken and go back to condole?

"It's okay, I'm just going to let him know this time, and you are silently supporting him behind your back, life is so beautiful, everything has to be solved slowly, you must not be willing to fall!"

Sang Apple swore as he walked.

After thinking about what he said, Sang Apple suddenly felt that he really understood the truth thoroughly!

I couldn't help but feel a little proud, and my heart began to drift.

I didn't even hear the female ghost's exclamation and "be careful".

And so—

"Poof—"

Mulberry Apple happily stepped on the air and fell into the stinky ditch......

Early in the morning, it is not easy to fall into the stinky ditch with your eyes open.

"Ahh

She dislikes it herself, it stinks!

The female ghost drifted away a little silently.

"Apples, you've gotten stinky. ”

The female ghost said so.

Sang Apple crawled out of the stinky ditch angrily and replied: "...... I don't need you to remind me to know!"

Wet black water dripped from Sang Apple's clothes and pants, and he deliberately wore white short sleeves when he went out today......

It's black now!

The extremely sad Sang Apple hung his head and said, "Let's go, let's go home." ”

The female ghost said, "Then you're not going?"

Sang Apple is about to go berserk: "Where am I going like this now!"

On the way back, you must take the bus, and the driver's uncle looked at her dirty two dollars with disgust, and that look said it all.

And around the mulberry apple, a large piece is automatically vacated.

Sang Apple was also embarrassed to sit in the position, so he had to stand on the handrail, he was covered in black stinky water, which would stain the place.

"Mom, that sister stinks, isn't it pooping?"

A little girl sat in her mother's arms, grinning at the mulberry apple.

The mother gently touched the little girl's face and booed her to stop talking.

Sang Apple silently lowered his head, wanting to cry without tears.

Little cutie, can we stop talking?

The more I talk about it, the more sad I become, the first time I have encountered this kind of thing in my life.

After returning home with one person and one ghost, Qiao Ziqian was directly stunned.

The mulberry apple was stepped on the ground that had just been cleaned with a black mark, and the whole room was suddenly filled with an unacceptable stench.

"Let's go wash!"

Qiao Ziqian frowned and said in disgust.

The disgusted Sang Apple silently came to the bathroom and began to wash himself.

I don't know how long I washed it, and finally felt that there was no smell in my body, and then I got dressed and went out.

Qiao Ziqian was mopping the floor over and over again, the windows in the house were open, the breeze was caressing the goose-yellow curtains, and there was no smell in the house, but Qiao Ziqian couldn't bear it, and felt that he still had to drag it a few times.

"Where are you going?"

Catching a glimpse of the mulberry apple that was about to enter the room with wet hair, Qiao Ziqian frowned and asked.

"I'll rest for a while," said Sang Apple with a bitter face, "I'm a little tired." ”

It can be said that it is very physically and mentally exhausting.

Qiao Ziqian was still frowning and said, "Dry your hair, otherwise you will catch a cold." ”

Sang Apple waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, I'm in good health, I won't-ah!"

Instant slap in the face!

Qiao Ziqian put down the things in his hand with a dark face, walked over and pulled the mulberry apple over, pressed it on the sofa and sat down, and then squatted down to find the hair dryer in the cabinet under the table.

Sang Apple sniffed and looked at Qiao Ziqian who was squatting on the ground, her thick back made her feel a little secure.

Would love to lean in.

Qiao Ziqian plugged in the hair dryer, turned around, and looked at the mulberry apple with a black face.

Sang Apple sniffed, silently eliminated the idea just now in his heart, and there was no sense of security at all!

Qiao Ziqian blew her hair without saying a word, and the faint shampoo smelled good.

During this time, everything in the house has been changed, pots and pans have been changed...... Sang Apple sometimes feels that she is about to live as a person who can't take care of herself.

Joe ...... Ancestor, are you still angry with me?"

Hearing Sang Apple's words, Qiao Ziqian said while seriously blowing her hair, "What are you angry about?"

"Yesterday, the clothes ......," Sang Apple reminded in a whisper.

Qiao Ziqian glanced at her half-dried hair, his face was finally no longer dark, he smiled lightly, gently blew her hair, and said softly: "Of course I'm angry." ”

Really!

Sang Apple pinched his hand, sniffed and said, "Don't be angry, I didn't mean to, people will inevitably get excited, it's good if you stay away from me in the future......"

Qiao Ziqian didn't speak.

After drying his hair, Qiao Ziqian put his things away, bent down and carefully picked up the hair that fell on the ground and sofa, and threw it into the trash.

It can be said that I love it very much.

Sang Apple rubbed his blow-dried hair and lay comfortably on the sofa.

Qiao Ziqian turned around and saw a wound on her elbow, and the surrounding area was rubbed red.

Needless to say, it must have been caused by falling into a stinky ditch, and Sang Apple himself didn't notice it at all.

Facing this unconscious junior, Qiao Ziqian turned around and went to find ointment to give her medicine.

"Give it to me. Qiao Ziqian sat on the sofa and said softly.

Sang Apple gave him his hand in a daze, and then saw the hideous wound, and she was surprised: "Hey, I'm actually injured?"

Qiao Ziqian didn't want to speak.

"Wow, there are in the legs too!" Sang Apple looked at his calves and knees, surprised like a child.

Qiao Ziqian: "......"

"And on the waist. The female ghost floated to her side, gently lifted the mulberry apple's clothes, and sure enough, there was a wound.

Really, scarred.

Qiao Ziqian lowered his head without saying a word and gave her medicine.

The cool ointment was applied to the wound, thinking that it would hurt, and she was ready, but miraculously, it didn't hurt at all.

"What kind of medicine are you?" asked Sang Apple curiously as she looked at the small emerald green jar.

Qiao Ziqian said lightly: "Oh, this is made of ghost saliva, and the effect is very good." ”

Mulberry apple's cold hairs stood up instantly, and he wanted to withdraw his hand for a while, but was firmly grasped by Qiao Ziqian.

After seeing Qiao Ziqian's fleeting smile, she rolled her eyes.

"Is it fun to lie to me? You're thousands of years old!"

"Hmm. Qiao Ziqian said lightly, "It's you stupid." ”

I X...... Wordless rebuttal!

Watching Qiao Ziqian carefully and gently medicate himself, Sang Apple got a little closer, and he could see his eyelashes clearly, long and curly, quite thick, with deep eyebrows and eyes, and a straight nose.

Damn, it's so beautiful!

Qiao Ziqian suddenly raised his head and almost bumped into the mulberry apple, the mulberry apple was a thief, and looked to the side.

Qiao Ziqian asked, "What do you do?"

"Ah, no, I, look at my wound, it's pretty good. Sang Apple said weakly.

At this time, looking at her was like looking at Qiao Ziqian, who was mentally retarded: "......"

"Well," Sang Apple asked, scratching her head, "have you lived so long and don't have a house? ”

I really can't figure out why he came to squeeze his small house of seventy or eighty square meters.

Qiao Ziqian bent down to give Sang Apple's knee medicine, and said, "There should have been an ancestral house before, but I forgot where my ancestral home was. ”

Sang Apple smiled awkwardly.

Even if it is an ancestral house, where can there be thousands of years of non-decay? Reinforced concrete can't do it!

Are you supposed to be the Egyptian pyramids?

Qiao Ziqian paused for a moment, and then continued: "I don't have a fixed residence, I've been everywhere, there is no need for a fixed residence." ”

Sang Apple asked, "Have you been abroad?"

Qiao Ziqian straightened up and said lightly: "I have been to the Tang Dynasty, and I have also been to World War II." ”

Sang Apple asked, "Have you ever fought?"

Qiao Ziqian said: "If you have money, you don't have to fight. ”

Sang Apple gave a thumbs up, and said with sparkling eyes, "Can I call you Dad!"

The vulgar word "money" is written all over the face!

Qiao Ziqian glanced at her lightly and said, "No, I won't give you extra money if I call anything." ”

Sang Apple touched his cheek and instantly changed his face: "Tsk, really rich people don't understand the pain of the poor!"

Qiao Ziqian withdrew his hand, looked at his leg after taking the medicine, and said, "I want to make the money myself." ”

At the end, he added: "What's the good thing about having money? ”

"I like the smell of copper, and I'm happy to be stinky. Sang Apple said with envy.

Qiao Ziqian shook his head, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sofa and said, "Lie down." ”

Sang Apple covered his back, blinked, and said a little embarrassedly, "That's not necessary, right?"

Qiao Ziqian handed over the ointment and said, "You came by yourself?"

Unable to touch the wound on her back, Sang Apple finally chose to compromise.

There was a cold feeling behind her, and Sang Apple felt Qiao Ziqian's hand gently pressing on her back, cold and comfortable.

Sang Apple put his legs on Qiao Ziqian's body, pillowed his hands on his face, closed his eyes and began to make up for sleep.

Qiao Ziqian didn't throw her leg away in disgust, he looked at the wound on the back of the mulberry apple, and his brows were twisted.

These large and small wounds were all over the back of the mulberry apple, and one place did not seem to be abrasions, like scratches.

It seems that she will not be allowed to go out alone in the future.

The summer breeze gently blew in from the window, carrying the smell of sunlight, blowing up the curtains, blowing the soft hair of the mulberry apples, and the rare soft sunlight outside the window shone on the floor, everything seemed so peaceful.

Qiao Ziqian put away the ointment, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands clean, looked at the mulberry apple that was sleeping soundly on his stomach, smiled slightly, turned his head and leaned on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Well, take a break.