Qin Kun was also tired, and he didn't know when he fell asleep.

When I got up again, it was already dark.

There is no smoke smell in the bedroom, and there is a humidifier with dripping essence next to it, and the grapefruit-flavored smoke seems to have the same effect as grapefruit peel, which has the effect of purifying odors.

Qin Kun was puzzled and walked out of the house.

The living room was neatly cleaned up, including a few "Hell Sutra Changing Diagrams" on the wall that Qin Kun had never paid attention to, and they were also dusted off, when there was an extra sweeping robot at home, Qin Kun didn't know, when there were more feather dusters, he didn't know. As for the big scorpion pillow that suddenly appeared on the sofa, and the lazy sofa in the living room that sank in as soon as he sat down, Qin Kun didn't know where it came from.

The clothes have been washed, and Qin Kun is carrying the cleaned pajamas with his arms crooked, although they are not as manly as his home T-shirt, but it seems to have a different feeling.

"Hey."

Seeing a figure busy in the kitchen, Qin Kun shouted.

It was a woman with her hair coiled back in her head, a lollipop in her mouth, and a spatula poking around in the pan.

"Huh?" The woman turned her head, and her black jewel-like eyes looked at Qin Kun suspiciously.

With delicate facial features, fair skin, and the apron he was wearing, Qin Kun was stunned for a moment, and Du Qinghan turned his head and saw that he felt a little rippling in his heart for some reason.

"Ahem, where's the T-shirt in my closet?" Qin Kun suppressed his emotions and asked.

"It's all washed, the pajamas in your hand are newly bought for you, do you like it?"

The woman's attitude was particularly cold, and Qin Kun had a strange feeling, as if she wanted to be closely related to her life, but she was alienated from her feelings.

Qin Kun was a little aggrieved: "This is my home." ”

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"You don't know me now?"

"yes, I don't know why, some of my memories are gone."

"You don't know me, you clean my house, you wash my clothes, and you're still cooking in the kitchen, why?"

Du Qinghan bit the lollipop in his mouth, flicked the stick, and threw it into the trash can accurately.

"I remember I said before, my uncle died, the shopkeeper of the family died, and now Gu Shunzi is also dying, I want you to remember me, at least let me feel that I am alive, that's all." Du Qinghan replied seriously.

"You're insane!" Qin Kun replied.

Du Qinghan poured a pot of stewed vegetables into a large bowl, returned to the living room with the bowl, and said as he walked: "As long as people in this world can be swayed by emotions, they are all neurotic, and the saint is indifferent. I'm not a saint, and I care a lot about whether others remember me, right? ”

"There are many ways to make people remember you!"

"But I don't want irrelevant people to remember me. That doesn't make sense to me. ”

Qin Kun remembered that Du Qinghan once said that she robbed the tomb in order to explore the meaning of life, and now it seems that the exploration is almost over, the whole person's memory is fragmented, and she speaks so philosophically, she has never discussed things with others so hard, and she can roughly understand what she says, but she doesn't understand it at all.

Well, it's ridiculous to bother to understand a person who explores the meaning of life, and to appear to be ignorant, and it's better to fill your stomach.

The bowl was stewed with stewed vegetables, and Du Qinghan moved out a steamer, the pot was full of hot steamed buns, pickles, spicy sauce in the small plate, and in the other pot, it was porridge.

Du Qinghan is a northerner, and this dish is also a northern practice.

The last time I came to Du Qinghan, I couldn't even cook noodles, but this time I didn't know where to learn to cook, which was quite appetizing.

Qin Kun was eating, and the ghosts also came out.

Some curious people, such as Chang Gonggong, Tea Fairy and Ghost, are quietly inquiring, "Who is that woman?" ”

"Miss Du, now it seems that eighty percent is the main mother." Peeling the skin and holding the grass branches, he saw a table of fragrant food, swallowed his saliva, and he wanted to eat it too.

"Mistress?"

Father-in-law Chang was stunned, this was a big deal, and looked at the peeling skin and said, "Do you want to close the eight characters?" Although the miscellaneous family can't marry a wife, they have also heard the words 'good couple is natural' in the palace, and if the eight characters don't fit, something will happen! ”

Peeling and pouting: "Pull it down, you are superstitious." ”

Chang Gonggong was furious: "We are all ghosts, can't we be superstitious!" ”

Peeling was stunned: "What you said makes sense, but I have to go to cultivation." ”

Watching the lively ghosts disperse one after another, the living room is better left to the master first, in case you will be jealous of something that you shouldn't see, it will be worth the loss.

Niu Meng also glanced at the two people who were eating, patted Chang's father-in-law on the shoulder, and said in a sullen voice: "Old Chang, don't worry about idle things, be careful of being deducted and worshipped." ”

"Is this an idle matter?! This is the lifelong event of our master! ”

Niu Meng pouted: "Lao Niu thinks that when it comes to getting married, except for the two of them, everyone else is an idler, and the idlers must be in charge of idle things, right?" Besides, you're not even human, you're a ghost! Why do you care so much? ”

When Father-in-law Chang saw Niu Meng leaving, he looked stunned and speechless for a long time.

After eating, Qin Kun saw Du Qinghan washing the dishes while he sat on the sofa with a confused expression.

Pinched himself a few times, thinking that he was not dreaming.

After a month of hard work and hard work, did God see that I was overworked and blessed with blessings? I sent a girl, who will clean up the housework, laundry and cooking, which is also so cool......

However, Du Qinghan doesn't like to communicate with Qin Kun, he has been cold, and after he is busy, he does his own thing, watching his own TV, playing with his mobile phone, and even going out for a walk by himself, and when he goes to sleep, he only sleeps in the master bedroom, and leaves a door for Qin Kun.

Qin Kun was curious to enter, thinking that there was a surprise, but as a result, there were several flying knives head-on, and he hurriedly shrank out again. Hearing the flying knife piercing the door, Qin Kun sighed, he had better go back to the study to sleep, in case the tofu was not eaten and the little brother was cut, it would be a tragedy. With Du Qinghan's current state, this kind of thing is really possible.

There are more people, there is no communication, Qin Kun can only do his own thing, the long night is long, he has no intention of sleeping, he took a bath and relaxed, he thinks that the Ten Dead City should be a good place.

……

……

Golden glow, scorched earth, blood mist.

Qin Kun fell from mid-air, adjusted his body vigorously, and landed steadily.

The nameless neighborhood has become Genshan Prison, everything familiar has become unfamiliar, and the characters closely related to him have disappeared, and after coming in a few times, Qin Kun has become accustomed to the new Ten Dead City.

The Kunlun Tomb is a little deserted, but this is the most comfortable place for the ghosts, and it is theoretically unconstrained to come here.

Qin Kun suddenly remembered something.

"Peel!"

was stunned when he was fighting with the hanged ghost, and when he heard Qin Kun calling himself, he hurriedly ran over.

"Brother Kun, what's wrong?" Skinning the fox is suspicious.

Qin Kun flipped his palm, and in the elastic space, he took out a columbarium: "Reward you." ”

The skinner opened the urn, and a wisp of green smoke came out, transforming into a woman.