The next day, Bai Chu pushed the door out of the room and came out at noon.

Yesterday it snowed all night, and the ground was covered with thick snow, covered in silver, and the sky and the earth were the same color, and the eyes were full of pale scenes.

Bai Chu's face was still a little flushed, not like the flush on the back of the wake up, more like the appearance after doing other things......

Van Gogh was wearing a belt as he walked behind her. After the belt was fastened, he stretched out his arm to wrap his arms around her waist, his voice full of laughter, and breathed in her ear, "Last night, were you comfortable?"

The heating pounced on his ears, crispy and itchy, the undispersed blush on Bai Chu's face deepened, his willow eyebrows were upside down, and he was about to beckon to him with his elbows, but he held his hand down in advance, "Don't do it, I still have injuries on my body." ”

Bai Chu glared at him, and his face turned even redder. Last night, he had been saying this all the time......

With this sentence, she was afraid of the injuries on his body and didn't dare to make many moves, but he was unscrupulous, tossing and teasing her so that she was led by him. Now that I think about it, it's just disgusting!

She stepped on his instep hard, got out of his arms, and quickly changed the subject, "The one in the house, how are you going to clean up?"

In the house, a corpse died of taking medicine last night.

Van Gogh raised his foot on the window stalk on the side and patted the upper of his shoe with his hand, "A mortal corpse, is it possible that I need to dig a pit to bury her, set up a monument, and burn three incense sticks?"

It's not that Van Gogh is weak, the person in the house has Qingyao's memory before he died, and after he dies, he is just an empty shell without a soul, and if you calculate it, it has nothing to do with Van Gogh.

Bai Chu thought for a while, "If the corpse is placed in the room, will it stink?"

Van Gogh glanced at her, "Do you want to stay in this house?"

Bai Chu glanced at the courtyard next door as if unintentionally, "This place looks good." We just need a place to stay, and there are just a few dead people living here. ”

"There is a dead person in the house, and two strangers live in it, do you think the neighbors will not report to the official?"

"We didn't kill people, and besides, what about suing officials, it's nothing more than a few mortal ......"

Before he finished speaking, he was pulled out of the courtyard by Van Gogh and pushed directly to the courtyard gate next door, "Bai Chu, just say it if you are timid, don't make excuses." ”

“......”

The courtyard door was closed, and there were a few dog barks from the door, and the spirit was searched, and there was no mortal breath.

Bai Chu looked at the courtyard gate close at hand, pursed his lips, and took a few steps to the side with Van Gogh, "I think that when you come to the mortal world to recuperate, you should find a place with a good view, this small village looks ordinary, it is really ......"

"Bai Chu, are you nervous or scared?" Van Gogh stared at her, and his words did not hide ridicule.

Bai Chu glanced at the closed courtyard door and glared at Van Gogh again.

She grew up without parents, and Van Gogh suddenly told her that her parents were nearby, just a door away, so how could she face it normally?

Her parents are the real ancient gods, and they have guarded the thousands of living beings in Qingqiu since the end of the ancient flood. There is a saying in the mortal world that there is a three-year generation ditch, how many mountains and rivers has she been separated from others in this way?

Though...... She was a little curious about such parents.

But she doesn't know about her parents' appearance and temperament, what if someone is as good-tempered as Van Gogh and her mother?

"Van Gogh, they've been hidden for years, so let's not bother them, right?" said him, but his eyes couldn't help but glance up at the door, as if he could really see something through the crack in the door.

Van Gogh looked amused and pushed her.

Bai Chu stumbled and was pushed to the door by him, and before he could react, he saw him knock on the door very neatly.

"Knock, knock, knock. ”

Three times, I heard Bai Chuxin's heart jumping.

In the courtyard, another dog barked sounded.

Bai Chu suddenly remembered something, his shoulders trembled, and he turned around to escape, but he was quickly pressed by Van Gogh's shoulders and left in place.

"What?"

Bai Chu looked at him angrily and stretched out his finger to his eyes, "My brother almost killed me when he saw these eyes, if those two ...... inside"

Van Gogh ignored her and knocked on the door again.

The dogs in the courtyard seemed to dislike people very much, so they ran to the gate of the courtyard and barked at the gate of the courtyard again.

An elderly woman's voice came from inside, "Scream, scream, tell me to stew you and make a hot pot!"

The barking of the dog immediately stopped.

The woman's temper seemed to be a little hot, and she smashed something on the ground in the yard and scolded, "Still sleeping? What time are you still sleeping?"

"Who's knocking on the door at noon, and don't let people sleep well!" The voice was lazy, with a slight dissatisfaction after being woken up, and there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard, from far and near.

Bai Chu stood at the gate of the courtyard, his mind still undigested the conversations he had just heard, and then, the door opened.

Inside the door, an old man dressed in coarse cloth, bowed back, with white hair that was about to be scattered, his face was wrinkled, and the shoes under his feet were one and the other had not yet had time to be put on......

Bai Chu blinked, a little puzzled if he was standing at the wrong door.

The old man inside also blinked, as if he was stunned by the two strangers outside the door.

There was a moment of embarrassment......

If you knock on someone's door, you can't stop talking, right?

"I didn't eat lunch. This was the first sentence that Bai Chu blurted out.

The old man looked at her and blinked.

It seems...... What's wrong? Bai Chu added again, "I didn't eat breakfast either." ”

The old man looked at Van Gogh and blinked.

Wait, what's going on with this feeling of becoming more and more powerless? Bai Chu hesitated for a moment and spoke: "Hmm...... The next door said, "Are you in charge of the food here?"

After Bai Chu thought that he had lost face and threw himself at his grandmother's house, he saw the old man in front of him turn his head and shout towards the courtyard:

"Old woman, put two more pairs of chopsticks! Our daughter is here with our son-in-law!!!"

Bai Chu stared at the old man fiercely, his face full of disbelief.

The old man turned sideways and got out of the way, lowered his head and put on the other shoe that was not well worn, and showed a bright smile towards Bai Chu: "Come in, come in, our house hasn't been lively for a long time." ”

What's the deal with the gold tooth in that mouth!!

"What kind of daughter-in-law, old man, you're hooking up with a young girl behind my back again, aren't you?!" The window of a room in the courtyard was opened, and a head came out.

An old woman with silver hair, a few wrinkles on her forehead, and melasma all over the hall, she squinted at the door, and a smile suddenly appeared on her face, "Sure enough, my daughter and son-in-law are here, old man, you greet first, I'll fry a few more dishes." ”

Bai Chuchu jumped violently, and she couldn't believe that the old man and lady in front of her were her father!

She glanced at Van Gogh beside her, who had the same look on his face as she did.

The two followed the old man into the courtyard, and a black dog rushed over from the side, barking at Bai Chu twice, and then pounced on Van Gogh with his whole body.

Van Gogh couldn't dodge sideways, his chest was hit by the dog, and he pushed back.

The black dog seemed to like Van Gogh very much, wagging his tail and circling around Van Gogh.

Van Gogh glanced at the black dog, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at Bai Chu, "This seems to be the one who quarreled with you many years ago." ”

You're just arguing with dogs! Your whole family is arguing with dogs!

Bai Chu glared at Van Gogh and kicked the dog flying in circles under his feet.

The black dog was kicked into the air, turned around and landed on its own, gouged its paws on the ground, and barked at Bai Chu a few times.

Bai Chu twisted his eyebrows, kicked the stones on the ground and beckoned to the dog, "Barking and stewing you again!"

The old man next to him happily spoke: "Girl, your temper is exactly the same as your mother." ”

"What bad things did the dead old man say about the old lady behind his back?!" the old woman's kitchen knife shook out of the window.

The old man moved two stools from the back room to the table outside the courtyard, "Who said you? ”

A kitchen knife flew out of the window, and the blade was plunged directly into the table in front of the old man.

The old man glanced at the kitchen knife, and as if he had long been accustomed to it, he pulled it out of the table, and threw it into the window without looking.

Bai Chu and her little friends were stunned!!

The old man threw away the kitchen knife, smiled brightly at the two of them, and pointed to the stool next to him that had just been moved out of the house, "What are you doing standing stupidly, sit." ”

In the yard, the snow is vast.

A table, four stools, and a few small trees around them that were covered with snow and whose branches were invisible.

The old woman came out of the house with a vegetable bowl, her face full of anger: "Old man, what are you tossing around!

The old man slapped the table, got up, blew his beard and glared, "The red plums in the yard are blooming at this time, but you lost the bet yesterday! Don't repay the account! If you say you'll watch it with me, you will show it with me!"

The old woman stopped and glanced at him.

The old man immediately squeezed out a flattering smile on his face, greeted him, and took the dish in her hand with both hands, "Madame has worked hard, I'll beat you on the back later?"

The old woman snorted and went back to the back room to continue serving.

The old man came back with the food in his hand, and smiled happily at Bai Chu Van Gogh, "Your mother is that temper, don't dislike it, don't dislike it." ”

"Old man, you are speaking ill of the old lady again!"

Four pairs of chopsticks flew out of the window and struck straight at the old man.

The old man didn't look back, he reached out and grabbed the back of his head, and the four pairs of chopsticks were firmly grasped in his hands.

He glanced at the two people who were still standing in place, "Still not sitting?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Bai Chu's shoulder and pressed it on the stool, glancing at Van Gogh.

Van Gogh showed a humble smile on his face, "Father-in-law, you sit down first, and leave the matter of this cloth bowl and chopsticks to the son-in-law." As he spoke, he pulled out a chair and helped the old man to sit down.

The old man narrowed his eyes, and there was a slight smile in his eyes, "The kid is very good, not bad, not bad." As he spoke, he shoved the chopsticks in his hand into Van Gogh's hand, and patted Van Gogh's shoulder with his empty hand.

Then several bowls flew out of the window and landed safely on the table.