Eyes collided in the air, and the scene was a little awkward for a while.

Weakly glanced at Su Chu, Ding Mingyou explained in a low voice.

"That, I'm afraid she's too young and ignorant, and if she says something she shouldn't say, someone will be remembered.

That's why I've been teaching her..."

Su Chu nodded understandingly, looked at the stupid Lori who was a headache, and gently raised the hand holding the dish upward, "I'll go back first." ”

Ding Mingyou nodded subconsciously, and waited until Su Chu pushed open the door opposite, and the figure disappeared behind the door.

Miss Ding stomped her foot lightly after realizing it, "Oops! I forgot to ask him what his name was! ”

muttered, and suddenly remembered the sound of swallowing saliva in his ears.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw Ding Dingdong holding a box of chocolates, trying to unwrap the chocolates.

Miss Ding's eyes narrowed, "Ding Dingdong, what are you doing?" ”

Little Lori raised her head and glanced at her, "Mom, didn't you see it?" I'm eating ice cream! ”

"You're not eating ice cream right now, you're just going to eat ice cream."

Corrected Ding Dingdong's grammatical errors, and saw his own Lori nodding obediently to indicate that he knew, but the action of unpacking the chocolate in his hand did not stop.

Ding Ming was stunned for a moment before he reacted, "Ding Dingdong, you put down my ice cream for me!" ”

Little Lori's hand to unpack stopped, and she looked at her mother for some reason, "Why?" ”

Miss Ding was right, "That's the ice cream I bought!" ”

"But, I've just heard that mom, did you tell that pretty sister that you bought me ice cream."

Ding Ming blinked blankly, "Beautiful sister? Where is the beautiful sister? ”

Ding Dingdong pointed to the door of 301 opposite, "Beautiful sister who just entered!" ”

Miss Ding: "....."

His eyes were blank for a moment, and then he recalled carefully for a moment.

Pretty sister? Isn't he a man?

Hey? Did he tell me he was a man?

But...

"Ding Dingdong, how can you tell it's a sister?"

Ding Dingdang first glanced at his mother suspiciously, and then said as a matter of course, "The beautiful sister is so good-looking, she must be a sister!" ”

"Oh," Miss Ding nodded slightly, always feeling that what she said seemed to make sense.

But...

Carrying the snakeskin bag into the house, he thoughtfully took the ice cream in Ding Dingdong's hand, opened it, and took the spoon while eating while thinking about the philosophical questions of life.

After eating more than half of it, I saw Ding Dingdong unpacking another box of ice cream.

Ding Mingyou was stunned for a moment and put down the ice cream in his hand.

"Ding Dingdong, what are you doing?"

"Eat ice cream!" Ding Dingdong replied with confidence.

"Why are you breaking my ice cream?"

"Didn't Mom buy me ice cream?"

Miss Ding frowned, keenly spotting the blind spot.

"Ding Dingdong, when did you hear me say that ice cream was bought for you?"

"I," Ding Ding Bell thought for a moment, "I was just sleeping, and I reached out to pick it up when I heard my mother say that she had bought me ice cream and came back."

I didn't receive it, so I woke up. ”

"Then I heard a voice outside, and I saw that it was my mother who came back, and when I opened the door, I saw that my mother had bought me ice cream!"

"Oh, I dreamed it out of a dream."

Ding Mingyou nodded, "There is indeed a box of ice cream that I bought for you, but I bought you this box of ice cream, and you are opening my box now." ”

Ding Mingyou pointed to the box that had eaten most of it by himself, and there was still a small half of ice cream left.

Ding Dingdong looked at the only half of the ice cream left, and then at the whole box in his arms that had not yet been unpacked.

The whole person was not good for a moment, and subconsciously hugged the ice cream in his arms, "But, but you have eaten so much in this box." ”

"Then whoever told you not to eat it yourself, I don't care, anyway, the box in your hand is mine, you are not allowed to eat it!"

"Oh," Ding Ding was aggrieved and pitiful, and reluctantly put down the ice cream in his arms.

Pick up less than half of your remaining ice cream and eat it with a small spoon.

I watched my mother open the new box of ice cream and eat it in one gulp.

I feel so envious in my heart, I want it so much! I want so much ice cream! I really want to help my mom eat her box of ice cream.

Thinking, eating, and watching greedily.

At a certain moment, Miss Ding, who was sitting opposite, suddenly changed her face slightly.

Putting down the ice cream that I had eaten for a few bites, I subconsciously covered my little stomach.

"Why is it two days early?"

Muttered in a low voice, and hurried to the bathroom.

Looking at the large box of ice cream she placed on the table, Ding Ding immediately swallowed her saliva.

Turning his head, he shouted in the direction of the bathroom, "Mom! Mom! Are you still eating your ice cream? ”

"No more!"

"Oh," Ding Ding Bell nodded, and asked in a voice that only he could hear, "then I'll eat it for you." ”

After waiting for a while, without waiting for a response, Ding Dingdang tacitly agreed to his mother.

Holding his own box of ice cream, looking at his mother's box of ice cream, I shed happiness... Slobber.

......

With the fearless spirit of 'I don't go to hell, who is like hell', the foreign monk walked into the alley that made him smell death.

With each step I go deeper, the feeling of proximity to death intensifies.

Every time he went deeper, Monk Yang couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Nearly halfway through the alley, Monk Yang stopped.

Turning the bag behind him to his side, he opened it and rummaged through it for a while, and took out a worn-out notebook with yellowed pages.

Flipping through the cover of the notebook, page by page.

Every time you flip it, you can see the big square characters on the notebook.

Turning to the blank page at the back, Monk Yang took out a black carbon pen and wrote lines of text in the blank space with a notebook in one hand.

"I have crossed mountains, rivers and seas, and I have also crossed mountains and seas.

I had everything, and it was like smoke in the blink of an eye.

After tasting all the flavors in the world, you know that the pleasures of the flesh are destined to be short-lived, and only the spirit can be eternal.

I don't know what the danger is here, but I can feel a shiver in my soul.

Latecomer, if you can see this notebook – trust me: it's not my delusion.

Even though there seems to be nothing in this alley, this is definitely the closest I've ever come to death.

I'm staring into the abyss; I'm walking into the abyss step by step.

If I die, my spirit will live forever! ”

The following is signed: a rest!

This foreign monk even has a well-known name.

After recording his death diary, the foreign monk put away the notebook and carbon pen.

Take a deep breath, suppress the urgency in your heart, and walk step by step, solemnly, and with a sense of ceremony, to the middle of the alley.

There, invisible to his naked eye, a terrible ghost was slowly condensing.

Resentment, anger, evil, death, aura, wisps of resentment, little by little, converged towards his illusory form.

Devoured, absorbed, dissolved into a part of his body, inseparable from him.

As the foreign monk approached, the resentment and anger that were originally scattered between heaven and earth seemed to meet the snow of the scorching sun, and melted in an instant when they approached the foreign monk.

At the same time, with the dissolution of resentment and anger, the aura between heaven and earth seemed to be invisibly pulled and swarmed to the foreign monks here.

The gathered aura is divided into two parts, and the small part is absorbed by the foreign monks, nourishing the foreign monks' bodies and optimizing the genes of the foreign monks.

Most of the aura was magically fed into the notes that the foreign monk put in his bag, and he merged with the notes.

"Huh~"

At the same time that the appearance of the foreign monk caused these anomalies.

The powerful ghost who had unconsciously absorbed all the negative breath and aura in heaven and earth, and constantly condensed his soul, suddenly opened his eyes.

The machine turned his head and looked at the foreign monk who had stopped because he had noticed his abnormality.

At that moment, the foreign monk seemed to feel... Derived from the gaze of the legendary Grim Reaper.

***

ps: You guys comment on the precautions of driving, this will not be the limelight yet.

In order to save his life, he had to sacrifice a new history book here, titled "Han Si as an Official", the author Lao Zhuo, introduction...... Not to be introduced, it is said to be poisonous, very poisonous, very poisonous!