Looking at a house
This is really a huge project.
Gan Xiaojie becomes Gan Tangled.
Will it be noisy? Is the house old? Do I have enough money? Should I buy a new house or a second-hand house? Should I buy a second-hand house with clean water or a well-decorated house? Should the house be stacked down or up? The garden should be big or small, and the ends should be casual.
The most important thing is to consider the school.
Just, ugh.
However, since Xue Yun said that there was no shortage of money, he still had to change it.
Look online first.
I went to find an offline agency again.
It wasn't until half a year later that we decided on a set with a garden and a basement.
They couldn't afford it originally.
Who allowed Xue Yun to catch up with another wave of market prices in the past six months? He directly invested millions in it. During this period, he kept making bottoms, reducing costs, and dormant at the bottom. Not long ago, the vote owner Shenglang came directly to pull the market. Lift.
Otherwise, who can look at the house for half a year?
Just wait for this.
With enough money in their pockets, they have a wider range of choices.
The house is OK.
Next comes the busy and long renovation.
They moved in when Xiaozi was in elementary school.
The night after he moved in, Xue Yun had a dream.
He dreamed of being a child.
That year, he was only seven years old, no, maybe eight years old.
My parents were quarreling again.
There was a lot of noise.
But he knew that his mother would never agree to divorce, it was impossible.
He stood in the corner and watched them curse, throw things, and then fight.
Blood, lots of blood
Dad fell to the ground.
Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly at him.
There was darkness before my eyes.
He doesn't know anything anymore.
Later, there were rumors in the town that his father did not want them and ran away with another woman.
He knew that, in fact, his father was dead.
But if they don't want them to leave their father, what's the difference between him and his father dying?
Might as well be dead.
When he was in college, his mother died.
The secret was buried underground forever.
That night, that pool of blood, that river, the sound of splashing water
The night is very quiet.
Xue Yun was sweating profusely, but he couldn't wake up.
Beside him, Gan Xiaojie also closed her eyes and uttered indistinct murmurs.
black.
pitch black,
The crescent moon hangs in the sky, like a thin eyebrow.
She stood in the middle of a cemetery.
She remembered it clearly.
That was the bamboo forest she had to pass through when she was in junior high school.
The wind was blowing, the mist was filling the air, and the rustling sound seemed to be a whisper of nothing.
She didn't move.
The flashlight in my hand didn't light up either.
Something slipped past her ear.
The scary thing is that she is not afraid at all and feels extremely peaceful.
There was something looming in the hazy fog.
tall or short
Those are grave bags.
Connected into a piece.
There was a person standing on each grave. They were wearing black shrouds. Their faces were expressionless and haggard, and they slowly stretched out their hands towards her.
Her feet moved uncontrollably.
walk over.
She knew she was going to the grave.
Sleep here.
She is not afraid.
Some people are alive, but in fact she is already dead.
The grass blades on the ground were covered with the coldness of dewdrops, and there was a rotten smell in your nose.
Step by step.
She could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
Ahead, almost there.
No one cares about me anyway, so it won’t matter if I die.
"Mom."
She blinked.
"Ma Ma Ma Ma"
she:
The fog dissipated, along with those terrifying tombs, and she was shocked to find that she was actually standing in a garden. At the door of the yard, the little boy carrying a schoolbag frowned, "Mom, did you lock the door properly? Let's go quickly. We'll be late." Got it!"
She looked down.
He is holding a bunch of keys in his hand.
"Oh, right away, right away, here we come."
She closed the door.
He took a few steps to catch up with the child.
The sun shines from behind and onto the ground, as if the road ahead is bright.
"Today is the first day of school. Get along well with your classmates and listen to the teacher."
"I know, I know!"
"Go to the toilet immediately after class."
"Uh-huh."
"You have to be full when you eat. Don't be picky about food. Mommy will prepare something for you when you get back from school."
"got it!"
"What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"
"casual."
"The brown sugar steamed buns are ready. I heard that there is a store outside the community that sells them very well."
"Mom, I don't want to eat brown sugar steamed buns."
"What about corn buns?"
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Gan Xiaojie woke up from her dream and looked outside. It was still dark.
Exhale.
Fortunately it's not late.
No, school hasn’t started yet.
She touched her side again and felt her son's bare belly. She pulled off the quilt and covered him again. The boy turned over and continued to sleep.
Xue Yun struggled to open his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay, Stinky Bao kicked off the quilt."
"oh."
Close your eyes again.
Outside the window, a man in a dark green robe with his hair tied with a blue ribbon floated to the ground.
He looked at the two light purple sugar cane-like things in the palm of his hand and was speechless.
Do you want to throw all the blame on his head?
This thing is obviously just a ball of black mist, but why did it become like him in his hands? Can this blame-shifting be more obvious?
Not interesting.
With a pinch of his fingers, it disappeared.
It's funny to say that.
When he came to this world, he was attracted by a very strange smell.
At first he didn't understand.
Until he saw Gan Xiaojie.
Gan Xiaojie, sugar cane.
Of course, Gan Xiaojie is not sugar cane, she is just a person who needs to spend his whole life to heal his childhood, but somehow he is targeted by some dark things.
That thing not only targeted her, but also her man.
And he saves them.
Not because of them.
Yes, that kid.
That's his little sugar cane.
Parents are haunted by negative forces, which are terrifying, and their mood swings are overwhelming and uncontrollable. Children who grow up in such an environment are definitely toxic.
Facts have proven this to be the case.
Twenty years later, Xiao Zai grew up into a handsome but extremely gentle boy.
But as gentle as he is on the outside, he is crazy and dark on the inside.
The abilities he possesses are beyond what Gan Xiaojie and Xue Yun combined can achieve. It is very terrifying.
All it takes is an idea, a little obsession, and no contact.
Very simple.
He calls himself a messenger of justice.
Despite the injustice in the world.
The world is not simply black and white, there are more gray areas.
The gray area that cannot be managed.
Unfair area.
This city is big, there are many people, and people are dying every day.
A dead man
Many people died.
Who could doubt him?
Isn't this normal?
However, he has become abnormal after being exposed to these negative factors every day.
Good or bad!
Why are these people so bad!
Why are there so many bad people in the world!
Bad boy, bad adult, bad old man
No matter what, it can't be wiped out completely.
They are popping up at any time, just like the weeds all over the ground.
A world with so much bad stuff
Why not just destroy it.
Xiao Zai is not that capable of destroying the world, but he destroyed a city.
Song Shi sighed when he thought about it.
His little purple sugarcane, you are just purple in color, aren’t you poisoned?
call.
worry!
decades.
Song Shi stayed in this world for decades. When Xiao Zai died naturally, he returned to space with a light purple sugar cane as thick as his thumb and planted it in Wuwu Mountain.
(End of chapter)
