Full of wine and food, night Nanshan took the sycamore to wander around the street a few times, and returned home when it was dark, in this world, the entertainment industry is not very developed, the nightlife is relatively monotonous, and it is not interesting to hang on the street at night, and the shops are basically closed.

"Suddenly I remembered, I haven't touched my phone for three or four months, I go to bed early and get up early every day, how did I do it?"

It turned out that Ye Nanshan felt that if he left the IFI and his mobile phone, he would not be able to live, but if he hadn't thought of this stubble today, Ye Nanshan would have forgotten that there was such a thing as a mobile phone.

Every world has its own rules, and if you integrate into it, you will naturally live according to the rules of this world.

Wutong heard Ye Nanshan's whisper to himself, and asked curiously, "What kind of hand chicken, is it delicious?"

Ye Nanshan recalled: "It's very fragrant!"

Wutong's eyes lit up and he said, "Really, where is it sold, let's buy something to eat." ”

Ye Nanshan smiled and said: "That's a specialty of my hometown, there is no one here, and besides, the mobile phone is not the kind of chicken to eat, it is spiritual food." ”

Wutong didn't know why, "What is spiritual food?"

Ye Nanshan thought for a while and said, "It's something that can make you not empty and lonely and bring you happiness." ”

Wutong blinked and thought for a moment, then asked, "Is spiritual food important?"

"Of course it's important. Ye Nanshan affirmed.

"Then you're still stopping me from cooking!" Sycamore suddenly glared.

"???" Ye Nanshan is unknown, so what does this have to do with your cooking?

Wutong: "Cooking can make me not empty and lonely, and it can make me happy, so cooking is my spiritual food, you, don't stop me from cooking in the future!"

Ye Nanshan was startled and sighed, "Do you want to be so witty?"

Sycamore snorted triumphantly.

......

Laughing and returning home, Ye Nanshan and Wutong, suddenly found a very embarrassing problem.

How do you stay at night?

The kitchen and the main house of Wutong were burned, and now only the house in Yenanshan can live in the house.

In the past two days that Ye Nanshan was not at home, Wutong lived in the house of Ye Nanshan, and now that Ye Nanshan is back, how to live?

Could it be... Two people in a room?

Ye Nanshan said that he should, probably, maybe, is willing.

However, if he is willing, it depends on whether the Wutong is willing or not, and it is obvious that the Wutong is unwilling.

Moreover, the domineering dove occupies the magpie's nest and occupies the house of Yenanshan.

"At night when I sleep in the house, you are in the courtyard, and you are not allowed to enter the house. ”

Ye Nanshan: "Why, this is my house, who asked you to order the room, and now you live in my house, let me sleep in the open air, it doesn't make sense." ”

Sycamore was a little embarrassed, "Then what do you say now?"

Ye Nanshan thought for a while and said, "The house is mine, I definitely want to live in it, um... For your pitiful sake, let you come and squeeze in for a night, my house is big, and it's no problem for two people. ”

"Big bad, you think beautifully!" Wutong said immediately, "It's a big deal that I won't sleep tonight, just meditate in the courtyard." ”

Ye Nanshan coughed dryly, glanced at Wutong secretly, saw his warm and angry look, and said, "Okay, okay, tease you, you live in the house, I'll sleep in the yard, okay." ”

"That's pretty much it. Sycamore nodded in satisfaction.

Night.

Ye Nanshan sat on the stone bench in the courtyard with a blank expression.

Ye Nanshan is more or less a monk, his body is strong, his qi and blood are sufficient, and he doesn't feel cold when he spends the night in the courtyard, but it's really boring.

His cultivation is not like other source scholars, how to cultivate, his cultivation depends on krypton, otherwise the night of cultivation will pass, just sitting in a daze, it is really difficult to survive this long night.

It's just boring, and today is not beautiful.

A cold wind blew, and the natural dark clouds were thick, and then it began to rain.

"I'm going, can't you get along with me?" Ye Nanshan hid under the eaves, speechless and looking at the sky.

"Sycamore, Sycamore. Ye Nanshan shouted into the house, "It's raining." ”

The sycamore in the house had not slept yet, and responded: "Go down." ”

Ye Nanshan was angry, "What do you call it to rain, it's raining, I can't get my feet in the yard." ”

Wutong: "I don't care, you find a place to shelter from the rain." ”

Ye Nanshan: "The house is so big, you let me in, you sleep on the bed, and I make the floor." ”

"No! you are not allowed to enter the house. Sycamore immediately refused.

Ye Nanshan: "Hmph, cross the river and tear down the bridge!"

Sycamore ignored him.

In the middle of the night, I shrank in the corner of the wall to avoid the rain, obviously my house was next to it, but I was occupied by a dove occupying the magpie's nest, which felt a little desolate.

At this moment, Ye Nanshan suddenly had a song in his mind that was popular on the earth.

"I'm waiting for you to open the door. ”

"Don't you just change it back!"

"A man in a daze in the rain. ”

"The two people are different and helpless. ”

"What a girl, how can she slowly become bad!"

The cold ice rain slapped indiscriminately on the face. ”

"Warm tears mixed with cold rain. ”

The colors in front of me were suddenly obscured. ”

"Your shadow lingers mercilessly"

"You're like an executioner taking my room!"

"It was as if my heart had been slaughtered with a knife. ”

"Love under the roof. ”

"Who would want to accept the most painful accident. ”

A song of ice rain, Ye Nanshan was slightly adapted and sung under the eaves.

Sycamore listened to a black line in the house.

What a good girl slowly turns bad, what a ruthless shadow, what is like a nephew holding the house, these adjectives make Wutong gnash his teeth in the house.

This guy is still pretending to be pitiful, still slapping his face in the cold rain, and his heart is slaughtered by bayonets, so it's good for you to freeze to death!

Ye Nanshan was not addicted to singing it once, and then came a second time.

Sycamore almost went crazy in the house, shouting, "Stop singing!

Ye Nanshan smiled proudly and continued to sing, moreover, the lyrics were simplified, and these few lines were sung back and forth.

"What a girl, how can she slowly become bad!"

The cold ice rain slapped indiscriminately on the face. ”

"You're like an executioner taking my room!"

"It was as if my heart had been slaughtered with a knife. ”

Wutong was crazy: "It's hard to hear, you're noisy!

Ye Nanshan changed the lyrics: "I'm waiting for you to open the door, do you just change back to a sentence of getting out... Cold icy rain ......"

Ye Nanshan sang and sang, stopped, because he didn't hear Wutong and him arguing, Ye Nanshan still felt a little strange, I wanted to shout Wutong, but when I turned my head, I saw Wutong strolling across the threshold and glaring at him.

"Ah, you haven't slept yet, go to sleep, it's cold outside, I'll sing a nursery rhyme to keep out the cold, don't worry about me." Ye Nanshan said seriously.

Wutong puffed out his cheeks and looked at him, and shook a sentence, "Come in." Then he turned and walked back.

Ye Nanshan was stunned on the spot.

What did she say?

In?

The rain is a little heavy, and my brother seems to have auditory hallucinations......