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"Humph." Yu Meimei smiled inexplicably, "Last time I couldn't see it clearly, but this time I can see it clearly. There is a magic spell on this umbrella. Ordinary non-human beings can't approach. He By giving you an umbrella, I am protecting you, and if Li Xiaoran will protect you, it must be because he likes you."
"what?"
This logic... seems to make sense?
Yu Meimei waved her tail twice: "However, this is not quite accurate. I heard that everything is difficult to gossip to me. Our landlord had a love history in the past."
Everything is difficult is an old man who lives on the third floor. No one knows how many years he has lived. They know that he has super powers and can travel through time and space. , know a lot of gossip.
I don't have much contact with him. However, Meimei lived next door to him, and occasionally had a few face-to-face meetings.
Now that I have been attracted by Li Xiaoran's love history, I squatted beside Meimei with an umbrella and asked her, "A person like Li Xiaoran can still have a love history?"
"Yeah...you stay away from me first, the spell on the umbrella is approaching and it makes me uncomfortable." I took two steps back before she continued, "Even if everything is difficult, it's not clear, last time it was only vague. I mentioned it to me before, Li Xiaoran once had a girl he liked, and she was a human being like you, but she died of illness later."
"Dying?"
"Well, it was raining on a rainy day, and I got a serious illness. I was weak and couldn't hold it, so I was hooked away by the King of Hell. I heard that Li Haoyu had been depressed for a long time because of this."
I was a little surprised: "I'll get sick from the rain... at most it's a cold, how can I still die? Are you born so weak?"
"That was many years ago." Yu Meimei stretched out her finger to calculate, but in the end she couldn't figure it out, she only vaguely said, "It seems that at that time, there were still wars, the army was in chaos, and the women were still wearing cheongsams. "
I thought about it, probably
Republic of China
The time has come... In China at that time, there were probably quite a few people who died of colds and illnesses.
This Li Xiaoran looks young... But how many years has he lived?
"So I gave you an umbrella on a rainy day. I looked at it, maybe it was because I liked you, or maybe it was because of empathy."
"Because nothing is important." I glanced at my mouth, took my clothes back to the room and said to Meimei, "Li Yanran is just my material, and he can't like an ordinary person like me, so don't think about it, say It's as if there's going to be a result."
Meimei flicked her fat tail and said slowly, "What if."
I ignored her and closed the door quietly.
I know that there is no emergency in my ordinary life. My only emergency is to meet Li Xiaoran and live in this apartment. I think, this is enough to exhaust all the luck in my life.
Stop expecting anything in case. Because expectations are bound to be accompanied by disappointment, and my life experience tells me that I am not a lucky person, and most likely, I will be disappointed.
So don't expect anything at all, and you won't be disappointed.
Especially... in terms of relationships, after all, several of my love stories told me like this...
Chapter 5
I think I'm in love with a person, I'll focus on it, it's not Li Ran.
Here's the thing.
On that rainy night, after Li Xiaoran sent me an umbrella to let me go home, I didn't take his words to heart. I thought he was just insulting me very simply, very innocent.
So, the next day, when I was drawing the manuscript all night, the images of roasted rice cakes, roasted brain flowers, roasted leeks, and kebabs suddenly appeared in my mind. I hesitated, and finally decided to spend some money to treat myself.
I put down my paintbrush, got my keys, and went out to buy a barbecue in my coral fleece pajamas.
That's the point of living alone. You can do whatever you want without asking for the consent of others.
The location of this building is really out of the way. No takeout is delivered. It takes about half an hour to walk from the nearest barbecue restaurant. It is still a step path in the building, one floor after another, buying a barbecue and buying two seats. hill.
I still had the unfinished manuscript hanging in my mind, jumping up the small stairs while thinking about the composition and the plot.
Suddenly, there was a sound of "squeaking" from the corner in front. When I turned around, I saw that it was an old and disrepaired street lamp hanging from the wires and dangling.
Alternating between light and shadow, a child stood quietly facing the old wall, his shadow like an ancient pendulum, swaying to and fro on the ground as the street lamps swayed.
I'm a comic book writer with little imagination, but I'm a writer anyway. The moment I saw the child, I had automatically made up 10,000 ghost stories in my brain, which scared myself into a cold sweat.
I listened to the sound of the squeaking and swaying of the street lamps, and made countless ideological struggles. When I saw the elementary school emblem reflected on his school uniform, I finally calmed down a little. He was a student of a nearby elementary school.
Something that belongs to reality cognition forcibly stopped the little train of my imagination that was driving farther and farther.
Yeah, I've lived in the non-human colony for so long, I've seen all kinds of non-humans, but I've never heard them mention phantom ghosts or anything like that.
Think more.
"Kid, what are you doing here? Why don't you go home so late?"
I took a step closer to him, stretched out my hand, and tried to pat him, but before touching his shoulder, he turned his head.
A blue-purple face with closed eyes, with a heavy jet of black under the eyes, no different from the gloomy little ghosts in ghost movies.
I gasped for air and took a step back. I didn't want to but stepped on a soft instep! I staggered, my ankle sprained, and I fell to the side. Before I could stand still, the lights swayed, and the corner of my eyes swept to the figure behind me. .