Chapter 37: The Feeling of a Godmother
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"Then if you think about it, it's terrifying."
"What's so scary about a tin can rolling a few times?"
Zheng Qingwei said: "Think about it, there is no one upstairs, why is there the sound of tin cans rolling?" Who's rolling? ā
"Well, adults aren't so boring, children can't be, it's late at night, I guess it's a cat or a mouse, look at you like that, you're a ghost. Women are like this, imaginative, and scare themselves. What's wrong with even if it's a ghost? Maybe it's a naughty little ghost, and it's playing with a jar and what's in your way? How good is it to play with it, you sleep with yours, and not interfere with each other? ā
Zheng Qingwei gasped, what kind of material is this guy made of, and his nerves are so thick? How can you sleep like this?
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Mo Yu's heart softened: "Okay, I'll go up and have a look." ā
"I'll go too."
"You're not afraid?"
Zheng Qingwei glanced at him: "I'm afraid, but I'm not so afraid if you're here." I'll take a look at it myself. ā
"Whatever you want, then you follow closely, if something unexpected happens, I will run quite fast, I hope you can keep up."
Zheng Qingwei slandered: "What are these words, is it still a man, as soon as there is an emergency, he leaves the woman and runs away?" ā
So the two of them went up to the third floor one after the other, late at night, the third floor because no one lived, it looked very dilapidated, a musty smell in the corridor came to the nose, the night breeze blew, passed through the corridor and turned, making a strange whining sound, the atmosphere, it was really much more scary than downstairs.
Mo Yu walked in front, Zheng Qingwei followed behind, turned on the mobile phone flashlight and lit up. Under the strong light of the mobile phone, the shadows of some abandoned stools and chairs in the corridor have become strange, like monsters and ghosts.
"Bang dang."
The two were walking, and there was another sound in front of them, Zheng Qingwei was so frightened that she hurriedly stuck to Mo Yu's body, and Mo Yu's elbow tip pressed against her soft chest, which felt a little beautiful. Some things, not the bigger the better, the key is to be the right size and good elasticity, otherwise hanging a big water bag is not only not beautiful, but even unsightly.
"I'll go take a look."
Mo Yu also felt a little strange, at first he guessed that it was a cat or a mouse, but now that there are no living creatures, how can there be something to blame?
The doors to the third floor had rotted away, and the sound came from one of the rooms. He walked in, and sure enough, he found an iron can of milk, which was blown by the wind and rolled gently, and if it were not for the night, the sound would not have been heard at all.
The truth is revealed, there are some things, people are completely scared of themselves, the imagination is too rich, and the truth is so simple that it makes people laugh.
But Mo Yu said: "Sure enough, there are ghosts!" ā
Zheng Qingwei said angrily: "It's not a ghost, it's just the wind." ā
"No, I saw a ghost!"
Zheng Qingwei was startled, and the person was next to Mo Yu again, and asked with a nervous expression: "Where is it?" ā
"Behind me, a coward."
Zheng Qingwei punched him: "I hate it to death." ā
Mo Yu smiled, then walked over and stomped the milk jug flat: "Look, now it can't be weird." "That's very MAN in the eyes of girls.
The two went down to the second floor and stood at the door to enter their own doors, but as soon as there was such a fuss in the middle of the night, people became more and more awake, and there was no sleepiness at all, so they had a feeling of unfinished, but neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward. Then the two of them spoke at the same time, and stopped at the same time, Mo Yu said, "You speak first." ā
Zheng Qingwei leaned over her soft waist and said, "Thank you today, if it weren't for you, I might not even be able to sleep well." ā
"It's okay, you can't sleep well next time, just call me."
It's really not a good habit to be poor, Zheng Qingwei originally wanted to say something, but when she heard this, she smiled, and then turned back to her room.
"Hey, it's all at this point, and suddenly I'm a little hungry, why don't I ask you to go for supper?" Mo Yu said.
Zheng Qingwei's door was already half-hidden: "If you want to invite, I will invite." Well, let's not go outside, I'll help you make a bowl of noodles. Saying that, she opened the door again, Mo Yu had an illusion, she didn't open the door, she opened her mind, he was a little surprised, could it be that the beauty resistance he cultivated in the training camp is all in vain now? Maybe it's because the other party is not charming and beautiful enough? Instead, he lowered his vigilance?
Mo Yu sat in the living room, although Zheng Qingwei's living room was not painted, but she bought wallpaper and repasted it, the wallpaper is purple petals, and the sofa is milky white fabric, if you don't look at the dilapidated wall outside, no one knows that this room will be so neat and warm.
"You can drink a glass of water first."
Zheng Qingwei handed him a glass of water, he took it, and found that her skin was fine and white, her fingers were slender like green onions, and small green tendons could be seen on the back of her hands. She has seen good skin, but she has never seen such a good one as Zheng Qingwei, and the only ones who can compare to her are Yunling and Xiaoxi.
Thinking of Yun Ling, Mo Yu had a little toothache, and he hated it so much that his teeth itched and bitten. This girl looks like a demon, even if Bai Zhi is not as beautiful as her, but the problem is that she is the same as Bai Zhi, that beauty is not pleasing to men, she is more often a weapon, a weapon that kills men.
Mo Yu drank water, listened to Zheng Qingwei making pots and pans in the kitchen, and looked at her busy slender figure from the crack in the door, his heart was very warm, he had never felt this way, that is, the feeling of having a woman at home, he had been an orphan since he was a child, and he had no childhood memories, and his feelings for his mother only existed in literary works or film and television dramas, but he knew that it must be the most beautiful thing in the world, and now Zheng Qingwei actually gave him a little bit of motherly feeling.
Of course, he didn't want to recognize his godmother, he just felt warm, and some kind of ice in his heart melted, turning into a trickle, watering his heart, which felt beautiful, not comparable to any face in the world.
"Here we are. Wait a minute, my skills are average, you can make do with it. ā
Mo Yu just wanted to move the chopsticks, but was stopped by Zheng Qingwei: "No, you have to wash your hands first, and then start after washing your hands." ā
If this was usual, eating bowls of noodles is so particular, he would have gone away a long time ago, but this time, he was like a demon, and he stood up obediently and came back after washing his hands. Looking at the bowl of noodles, the soup base with oil and chili peppers, the yellow fried egg, and a few green onions sprinkled with it, it aroused the appetite at a glance. You must know that he doesn't eat spicy food, but when he takes a bite of noodles, he doesn't feel how spicy it is, but the aroma of chili peppers stimulates his taste buds and makes him appetite.
Zheng Qingwei was very careful, as if he was a little hesitant in the face of chili peppers, so she asked, "Are you not used to eating spicy food?" ā
"No, it's okay, I can eat it."
Mo Yu said against his will, until his lips were so spicy that he couldn't help but ask for boiled water, and he drank three glasses in a row and couldn't get rid of his hatred.