Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (3)

Seventy-ninth bowl of soup (3)

There is an old saying, it is better to believe it or not. Even if you are an atheist, you should repay ghosts and gods with awe. You can't believe it, but you must not speak madly, otherwise There will be trouble.

Qing Huan squatted at the door of the hotel after eating the wedding banquet to watch the newlyweds being sent back to their bridal rooms. Naturally, there was a lively scene at night, but she felt that she didn't need to follow her. The groom's mother rolled her eyes when she saw her. If she hadn't been brought in, she would have been kicked out long ago.

People don't believe it, and she can't force it, but she can't save people, so the only thing she can do is to stay here, at least to ensure that she can minimize the loss when something happens.

It's just that by that time, it's too late to solve it.

Alas, she sighed old-fashioned, a pair of black leather shoes stopped beside her, Qing Huan couldn't help looking over, and then saw her own shoes. She was wearing cloth shoes that she had accepted, because her toes were exposed all the way through mountains and rivers, and she was so down and out, no wonder people didn't believe her. Looking up and seeing Lian's gentle smiling face, Qing Huan thought in her heart that if she dressed as well as Lian, she would definitely not be driven out.

However, it is inevitable that a practitioner will have a hard life, she is used to it. The vanity and greed before the age of fifteen had long since faded in the few years of innocence. Now the only thing that can attract Qinghuan is to eat. If there is delicious food, it is a different matter.

"Where are you going?"

"Just wait here, they will definitely come back for me." Qing Huan said.

"So sure?"

"That's right." Qing Huan said as a matter of course, she was quite sure that something would happen, and it was the groom's destiny to do so, not to mention that he did something wrong, and it was unreasonable that he would not be punished. Besides, it wasn't that she didn't save people, it was they who rejected her. Once something is done, it is impossible to completely bury it as the past, because the world is watching, and you are watching everything you do. In the future, the right and wrong will naturally come to a conclusion. "They won't last a few days."

"How are you going to spend these days?"

"That's it." Still a natural attitude. "Where can't I live? As long as I can breathe, I am alive. I am not a young lady. My master said that I was born alone, and I was destined to be lonely forever. >

It is a kind of torture for a cultivator to live until he is old. He has been entangled with ghosts and ghosts all his life, and a normal person can't live for half a day.

"Then... why don't you come to my house."

"Huh?"

"Go to my house."

Qing Huan took out her ears after confirming that she heard it right. She was immediately moved. If she had a place to live, of course, it would be better than sleeping on the street. She originally planned to find a flyover or somewhere to sleep for a few nights. But even now that it's brought up... Occasionally taking advantage of it shouldn't be a problem. After all, what she does is good, and it shouldn't be an exaggeration to take advantage of others, right? Besides, she didn't force it, she even proposed it herself.

"My house is fine too."

Qing Huan looked back and saw that it was the black shirt at the banquet. At this moment, he put his arms around his chest, leaning against the door with a smile, showing a row of white teeth.

Compared with Lian wearing a white shirt, the two are like completely different sides, Qing Huan scratched her head, "When did I become so popular?"

"Beautiful girls are always popular." said the black shirt, and he squatted down in front of Qinghuan regardless of his image. The black eyes looked at Qinghuan, and they both saw it in each other's pupils. own reflection. "How about you, do you want to go to my house? My house is fine, you can take a hot bath, then change your clothes and have some snacks."

Snacks!

Even said: "When did you also like to grab guests from me?"

"How can it be called a robbery? Can't I fall in love with this beautiful girl at first sight when I was in church?" The black shirt said confidently, at first glance, he looked like a particularly shameless person, his eyes were obviously black , but it revealed a gray light, as if it was leading people to fall. "Lian, don't always think I have bad intentions."

Lian lightly turned his eyes away and said to Qing Huan, "Actually, I want to ask you a favor..."

I was interrupted by Qinghuan before I finished speaking: "Do you want to eat?"

"...packaged."

"That's fine." Qing Huan said calmly. "I'll go to your house. I'll talk about it when I'm busy, as long as I can." In this case, even if it's a deal, then she doesn't have any conscience if she eats and sleeps at home, she's really witty.

It's not sad that the black shirt was rejected, but he stuffed a business card for Qinghuan: "It's got my phone number. If you have anything, you can call me as soon as possible, and I'll help you with anything." He blew a kiss to Qing Huan and turned to leave.

Qing Huan stared at his back for a long time, thinking that this is really a weird person, then put the business card in his pocket, and said cheerfully to Lian: "Let's go!"

Lian said as he walked, "Is it true that you say there are ghosts in the world?"

"Do you think it's true or false?" Qing Huan asked casually, "This kind of thing, believe it or not."

"Then you..."

"Isn't there something wrong with your family?" Qing smiled happily. "Then find me, I'm a professional."

The handsome face is slightly embarrassed, "It may not be appropriate to say that it is a problem..."

"Huh?"

"It has been many years."

"What the **** is going on?" Qing Huan became curious, she even opened the car door for her and she sat in, then couldn't help but sighed in the bottom of her heart that this man is really a gentleman, every move reveals extremely good upbringing Being with gentleness and getting along with him is really like a spring breeze.

"My grandfather is eighty-five years old this year, and it is normal for him to be a little sick at this age, but I don't know why, since thirty years ago, he suddenly stopped talking and did nothing every day. No one pays any attention to him. As soon as he talks to him, he says he is so sleepy, so sleepy, but he never sleeps, his eyes are wide open every day, you will be surprised when you see him."

"Don't sleep? He doesn't want to sleep?"

"I don't know either. In short, he is like this every day. It has never changed. He always screams sleepy but doesn't sleep. I don't know why. I have been to many doctors and can't find the cause. I have also invited some monks and Taoists, but no one can say why."

His voice is gentle and calm, but he can still hear the anxiety and distress in it. Qing Huan likes filial people very much, so he is very friendly to Lian, "It's no wonder that there are too many people trying to make a name for themselves these days, and they are swindling and cheating. There are more warlocks in the rivers and lakes, and the real celestial masters will not make a name for themselves, they will only quietly exorcise demons and exorcise ghosts." Just like her master, when the evil ghosts harmed the world, they tried their best, but no one knew it. Don't tell anyone.

They live quietly and work diligently to eliminate demons all their lives. This is the meaning of the existence of Tianshi.

To make life better for the living.

"Yeah, so I was surprised when I saw you in church, because there was really no other way but to take the liberty of asking you to take a look."

"Don't be rash, don't be rash." Qing Huan waved his hand, "You're welcome, I ate your meal."

Every needle, thread and sip of water must be clear. Before he could even speak, Qing Huan asked him, "I'll come to your house later, and take me to see your grandfather first."

"Good."

It takes about an hour to get from the hotel to Lian's home. Qing Huan was drowning in the car and soon became sleepy. She yawned first, then leaned her head against the car window, knocking it several times and frowning when she dozed off in pain. When Lian saw it, he quietly reached out to her head to block it, and Qing Huan's brows slowly stretched out.

When she arrived at her destination, Qing Huan didn't wake up, she didn't even rush to call her, she just sat in the car and waited for her to wake up. About an hour later, Qing Huan slowly opened her eyes. She yawned first, her eyes were hazy with water vapor, clean and innocent, which made Lian's heart beat fiercely. He hurriedly lowered his head to cover it up, and then greeted softly, "You're awake."

"Did I sleep long?"

"Two hours, you look tired."

"Yes." Qing Huan nodded vigorously, can she not be tired, she has no money to take a car, she walked all the way, she was almost sleepy, this car was so comfortable to sit in, she almost wanted to live in it and couldn't get out. "Ah yes, are we here yet?"

"Hmm."

Lian first got off the car by himself, and then went around to Qinghuan's side to open the car door for her. The gentleman's behavior made Qinghuan blushed. He had been with the sloppy and shameless master on the mountain for a long time. They are all rude and mediocre men. Compared with them, even they are gods! She said, "Don't be so polite, I'll open the door."

"Girls always deserve to be treated tenderly." Lian smiled, "Please come inside."

This is a very big house. I can't see the edge at first glance. It took a long time to get to the living room. Qing Huan looked at the layout and decoration of the house all the way. This house is very good, and it is not generally good. Ordinary people living in it should feel refreshed every day. How can it be like what Lian said, when he is 50 years old, he has dementia?

With this question, Qing Huan met Lian's grandfather.

Said to be eighty-five years old, looks...a bit older, with long white hair and beard, and it looks like it hasn't been taken care of for a long time. Lian said with a wry smile: "He doesn't let anyone approach him. Except for taking a shower and washing his hair once a month, he doesn't allow anyone to touch him. He just sits like this every day and screams sleepy."

Qing Huan only heard the old man's voice, "Sleepy. Sleepy. Sleepy..."

It's like a grievance with a crying voice.