Saying goodbye to Chen Sheng was two hours later.

After the vision of the other world faded away, the old man had dinner with them.

The Goddess of Light did not want to reveal her identity, and she only said that what happened just now was a supernatural phenomenon caused by Bai Ye.

Chen Sheng is a smart person, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The old man's gratitude to them was beyond words, and when he parted, he stuffed a huge check.

Of course they didn't want it, so Chen Sheng thought for a moment, and gave them all the collected edition games of Elysium Island Studio, including "Ghost Story Town".

This is his sincerity, if he refuses again, it will be a little embarrassing.

There are so many games, it is impossible for Chen Sheng to carry them with him, so he promised to visit tomorrow and give out gifts.

When Baishuangxing said goodbye to Monsoon Wen Chuchu and returned home, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

Jiang Mian and Qin Mengdie were sitting in the living room. When they heard the door open, the girl suddenly raised her head.

"what."

Bai Shuangxing was a little surprised: "Aren't you in [House of Ghosts]?"

"Mianmian wants to welcome you home."

Qin Mengdie smiled and said, "So I stayed in the living room."

After leaving Xinghua No. 1 Middle School for so long, the evil god's influence in her body became smaller and smaller.

The chaotic consciousness is gradually becoming clear, and now Qin Mengdie's thinking is no different from that of ordinary people.

When Shen Chan listened, her heart felt hot.

Most of her memories about today are all about the white night challenge of narrowly escaped death. Now that the dust has settled, it is the most exhausting time.

In this state, as soon as they open the door, they can see the warm lights and people waiting for them to go home, and most of the tiredness is instantly dispelled.

This is a very reassuring feeling.

"You have entered the white night again today."

Jiang Mian blinked: "Are you hurt?"

Children's emotions are never concealed. The girl's eyes are as clear as pitch-black glass beads. Looking at them at this moment, there is pure concern and worry in her eyes.

With her white and slender cheeks, she looks like a well-behaved doll.

The more Shen Chan watched, the more she liked it, she stepped forward and pinched Jiang Mian's cheek: "No, Mianmian, don't worry."

Bai Shuangxing smiled, and looked down at the table: "Are you practicing calligraphy?"

The desktop was flat and clean, and a copybook was placed in front of Jiang Mian.

The girl died many years ago without proper status to attend school.

It just so happened that Qin Mengdie was a very good teacher, so he gave her a small private class at home every time he came and went.

Qin Mengdie nodded: "Mianmian is very smart."

Bai Shuang raised the corners of her mouth, turned slightly sideways, and glanced at the goddess of light beside her:

"By the way, this...do you know each other?"

She signed a contract with the Goddess of Light, and of course, the other party belongs to the "House of Gods and Ghosts".

So when White Night was destroyed and they were teleported back to the game store, the Goddess of Light entered that home in her subconscious.

It wasn't until she entered the Investigation Bureau that Bai Shuangxing summoned her again.

——Before that, after entering the homeland, the Goddess of Light should have met other ghosts.

"Ok."

Qin Mengdie smiled gently: "The God of Light."

After a pause, she explained softly: "When she came, Mianmian and I happened to be looking at flowers in the garden. She told us that you were involved in a white night, but luckily your lives were not in danger."

Bai Shuangxing nodded.

The Goddess of Light has an open-minded and gentle temperament, without any airs of being a god.

From Bai Shuangxing's point of view, no matter who she meets, she can live in harmony with them without causing trouble.

Thinking of this, Bai Shuangxing turned his head and met the eyes of the God of Light: "Have you met all the family members? How do you feel?"

As expected, the other party smiled: "It's all good."

She said: "Mianmian is obedient and obedient. Teacher Qin is very patient and introduced the whole house up and down for me. Pen fairy and 099 are very enthusiastic—"

The words came to an abrupt end.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but at a certain moment, a trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the God of Light.

Bai Shuangxing was keenly aware of this moment.

At the same time, she realized that there was one missing character in the narrative of the Goddess of Light.

Combined with her previous words, could it be...

Shen Chan: "Where's Shura? When you see 099, you also see Shura."

To be honest, she was a little curious.

Shura and the Goddess of Light should belong to the same race.

Shura was born from the endless malice and resentment in human hearts, while the God of Light is the embodiment of kindness. No matter how you think about it, these two seem a bit incompatible.

The Goddess of Light glanced at her and opened her mouth quietly.

"Saw."

"The quality of that gentleman needs to be improved," she said.

Bai Shuangxing: "So you..."

"We have known each other before, and this reunion is more exciting."

God of Light: "I accidentally damaged a few potted flowers and a few trees, I'm very sorry."

Hoarfrost Walk: ...

So you were so "excited" that you started fighting, right?

Shen Chan scratched her head, and said bluntly, "The relationship between the two of you doesn't seem to be very good?"

"Sura and I are both 'gods'."

The Goddess of Light explained generously: "I said before that in our world, 'God' is just one of the hundreds of millions of races, not unattainable myths and legends."

Bai Shuangxing nodded.

During the time spent with Shura and the Goddess of Light, she had a new understanding of "God".

They are not all-knowing, omnipotent, and omnipotent. They have their own thoughts and emotions, and their way of thinking is not much different from human beings.

The biggest difference is nothing more than that Shura is born keen on killing, while the Goddess of Light has a good temper that can tolerate everything.

As a matter of course, gods and gods also trust or loathe each other.

The Goddess of Light said: "Asura pursues the way of killing, as for me... we don't like each other's methods very much."

She thinks Shura is too violent, and Shura thinks she is too weak.

The two gods didn't have much contact, but they had a bad impression of each other.

Bai Shuang touched his chin.

It's a little tricky.

"You don't have to worry."

The Goddess of Light smiled and said, "Although he and I have a bad relationship, it's not a blood feud between you and me—not to mention, the priority right now is to resist the evil gods. We can figure out which is more important."

The implication is that, though they may be reluctant, they will cooperate.

Speaking of this matter, Bai Shuangxing had a headache: "If you want to deal with the evil god, you can only wait for you to slowly collect the soul fragments?"

"more than."

The Goddess of Light sighed, and rarely restrained her smile.

"In our original world, all the gods operate independently and rarely communicate with each other."

She patiently explained: "The evil god is taking advantage of this to sneak attack one by one and defeat us one by one."

Like her, like Shura.

"At first, our strengths were not much different, but now—"

The God of Light smiled: "As you have seen, He has continuously absorbed the fear of mankind through the white night, and his strength has become stronger and stronger; while other 'gods' have broken souls and suffered heavy injuries, it is difficult to be an enemy of Him."

Bai Shuangxing listened carefully and vaguely understood what she meant.

"If you can find some soul fragments, restore your strength, and unite against him..."

Bai Shuangxing looked into her blue eyes: "Maybe, I can defeat the evil god."

The God of Light nodded: "Yes."

So no matter what, she will not tear herself apart with Shura because of a momentary personal grievance.

In the face of big right and wrong, she has her own principles.

"There are a thousand pieces in total..."

Shen Chan lay on the sofa beside her, feeling sincerely: "I don't know what year and month I will find."

"The search for soul fragments, Shura and I will solve it ourselves."

The God of Light said: "However, there is definitely no way to find them all. Some fragments are scattered all over the world and can be directly perceived by us; some are imprisoned in the white night. Unless the white night collapses, we can do nothing."

Bai Ye is the method used by the evil gods to collect human flesh and fear, and is directly controlled by the evil gods. With their current strength, they cannot compete with it.

"However, it is enough to find some of them."

The God of Light thought for a while: "If Shura and I are only three-fifths of what we used to be, the sum will always be greater than 1."

I'm afraid that the power of the evil god will increase rapidly, reaching 1.5 times of the past, or even more.

"It's still a few years before the evil god descends."

Shen Chan hugged a pillow, thoughtful: "If I can meet a few more gods... the winning rate will definitely be greater."

But there are tens of thousands of white nights in the world, how can it be so easy to meet gods.

There were too many problems to be solved, Shen Chan rubbed her head.

"There is still a long time, don't worry."

The light in the living room was soft and warm, reflecting her blonde hair in a warm tone.

The Goddess of Light said softly, "After working so hard in the white night, take a good night's rest."

As night approached, Jiang Mian and Qin Mengdie returned to the House of Ghosts and Ghosts. After getting the exclusive room, the Goddess of Light lived in it in a good mood.

She asked very little, claiming that she wanted to try to experience human life, and asked for a very ordinary Nordic-style simple bedroom.

Sending them off, Bai Shuangxing and Shen Chan wash up separately.

Today was really exhausting, Bai Shuangxing took a comfortable bath, and when he was about to go to bed, he heard someone knocking on the bedroom door.

Opening the door, Shen Chan stood outside.

Looking at each other, Shen Chan grinned and raised the pillow in her hand: "Sleep together tonight?"

Bai Shuangxing raised his eyebrows and smiled, took a step back to make way for her.

Shen Chan's character is carefree and informal. After watching horror movies together, she often came to her room to rub the bed.

For this kind of thing, Bai Shuangxing has long been used to it.

"Today's white night frightened me, I have never seen such a hell."

Shen Chan's movements were smooth, and she got into the bed familiarly. While putting the pillow on, she whispered: "Xinghua No. 1 Middle School is in class anyway, the town is full of supernatural phenomena, and that mind eater..."

Bai Shuangxing listened with a smile, turned off the light and slept beside her.

After talking eloquently for a while, suddenly, Shen Chan turned sideways and looked at her through the light and moonlight outside the window.

"The words that the God of Light said today—"

Shen Chan said, "What do you think?"

The smile faded from her tone, appearing serious.

Bai Shuangxing was startled.

Before she could respond, Shen Chan said again: "It's been like this since I was a child...you always don't say anything."

Shen Chan knew her in the first year of junior high school.

At that time, Bai Shuangxing was withdrawn. According to her elementary school classmates, she once witnessed the death of her mother and claimed to have seen a ghost.

The students talked about it a lot, pieced together one weird storyline after another, Shen Chan felt that they were big mouthed and stupid.

It just so happened that she was an out-and-out thorny head at the time, and she was a maverick in the class. Later, for some reason, she and Bai Shuangxing got closer and closer, and became friends who ate together every day.

At first, Shen Chan felt that Bai Shuangxing had long forgotten what happened in her childhood——

After all, no matter when and where, she always behaved very normally and never talked about ghosts and gods.

Sometimes the whole class watched horror movies together, and Bai Shuangxing would even comfort her: "Don't be afraid, there are no ghosts around us."

A staunch materialist.

Until one day when she was a guest at Baishuang Xing's house, when she passed the study, Shen Chan froze in astonishment.

The cabinet is full of books.

She saw many books about the unsolved mysteries of the world, supernatural phenomena, and even folklore investigation documents, each of which had traces of being flipped.

Each book is full of notes.

It was only that day that Shen Chan realized that Bai Shuang's trip had never been forgotten.

She still remembers the ghosts she saw as a child and firmly believes in their existence.

Even though everyone told her that it is impossible for supernatural beings to exist in the world, she just suffered from a serious mental illness and thus had hallucinations.

Bai Shuangxing is such a person.

Some are stubborn, some are stubborn, no matter how much pressure they are under, they will always behave calmly and not let anyone notice.

Originating from her childhood experience, she is used to sealing herself up and wrapping herself in an airtight cocoon.

Time goes back to the present, and the same is true.

The Goddess of Light said in person that the skills of the "Ghost House" are unusual and completely beyond the scope of what it should be.

For Baishuangxing, this is luck, but also a burden.

——When the gods gathered around her, the responsibility to contend against the evil gods also fell on her shoulders.

This is not a game that can be restarted at will.

Once a mistake occurs, the whole world will likely be overturned.

What's more, there is a huge gap in strength between the two sides, and the evil god has a huge advantage.

Even Shen Chan, when she realized this, would be so depressed, not to mention Bai Shuangxing himself who owns the "House of Gods and Ghosts".

"Shuangshuang."

Shen Chan's voice was very soft: "It must be fine. Well... If you have anything you want to say, you can tell me."

Bai Shuangxing turned his head slightly.

The lights in the bedroom were turned off, and a vague light came in from the window, falling on Shen Chan's eyes, emitting a dim halo.

This is a feeling of being trusted and cared about.

She smiled silently.

"Those ghosts I saw when I was a child... Now that I think about it, I find it very strange."

Finally, Bai Shuangxing said, "When they see me, it's like seeing someone they know very well."

After so many years, she was finally able to calm down and speak out about this experience on her own initiative.

"At that time, my mother cut her own wrist, and the nanny went back to celebrate the New Year, and I was the only one left in the family."

Bai Shuangxing said: "To put it bluntly, I had a lot of mental problems at the time—I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to call the police, and looking at my mother's body, I was a little sad, but also a little happy."

There was one more thing she didn't say.

For a while, Bai Shuangxing even picked up the table knife at the side and gestured in his own hand.

Shen Chan didn't interrupt and listened quietly.

"And then, they show up."

Thinking of this memory, Bai Shuangxing smiled: "They treated me very well. I clearly remember that they were a man and two women, very old, in their seventies or eighties."

She paused, and her tone deepened: "They can't touch the objects around them, so they persuaded me to call the police over and over again, told me some outdated fairy tales, and stood in front of me, blocking my mother's body. Later, I asked themWho the hell-"

"The three ghosts replied that they are my family."

Shen Chan thought seriously: "Could it be an ancestor?"

Bai Shuang shook his head.

"Their costumes are more modern, and they should not have died long."

She said: "I memorized their looks and compared all the photos of close relatives and distant relatives one by one, and none of them matched. And... they seem to know me very well."

Shen Chan: "Huh?"

"At that time, I was sitting alone in the corner, not moving or eating. They couldn't open the refrigerator door, but they could poke their bodies in—the ghosts were translucent."

Bai Shuangxing looked into her eyes: "I heard one of them say, 'How did this mother do it? I don't know if she doesn't like carrots, and she still buys so many'."

She has never liked carrots.

"That is to say, they have seen you before."

Shen Chan understood: "But you have no impression of them."

"Later, I learned how to sketch when I grew up. I drew their appearance and asked some relatives."

Bai Shuang smiled: "No one has seen it."

Those ghosts appeared out of nowhere and treated her inexplicably.

After she was discovered by others, she disappeared without anyone noticing.

For a while, no one spoke in the bedroom.

Shen Chan thought about the cause and effect in her heart, and suddenly, she heard Bai Shuangxing say:

"In the past few days, I've been thinking...Bai Ye can change the memory of people in the past."

Shen Chan's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly raised her head.

"As long as the white night is destroyed, the consciousness belonging to human beings will return to their memory."

Bai Shuangxing said: "Could it be... in a certain white night in the future, I can see them?"

The power of the evil god made Bai Ye blur the boundary between the future and the past.

If she could meet a white night that was distorted by evil gods many years ago, when the white night was destroyed, people's consciousness returned to decades ago——

Maybe they can remember her.

This is the most unconstrained, but also the most reasonable explanation.

The past, present and future overlapped for a moment, Shen Chan was dumbfounded.

"If this conjecture is true, I really want to know what I did to let them pass all these years and still not forget me."

Bai Shuangxing turned over, lay on his back on the pillow, and said softly, "...I hope there will be such a day."

Speaking out the words in her head freely, her mood improved a lot.

"As for the evil god—"

Bai Shuangxing let out a long breath and chuckled: "There will always be more and more 'family members'."

She is not a pessimist.

In Bai Shuangxing's view, no matter what he wants to get and what he wants to do, he will do his best to fight for it.

This is the benefit of being stubborn.

Shen Chan smiled suddenly: "Yes!"

"correct."

She shrunk her body and lowered her voice, with a bit of gossip in her tone: "Go ask the God of Light tomorrow, among the gods, is there any handsome guy with good looks!"

Back to the topic of little girls' night talk.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

Bai Shuangxing pretended to think: "Is Shura's appearance not enough?"

Shen Chan's expression was complicated: "Farewell, I still remember the way he held the chopsticks that morning... like Runtu thorns."

Bai Shuangxing couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

"However, I have heard a saying."

Bai Shuang glanced at her: "Gods and humans are not the same species. Their appearances are actually worlds apart. The reason why they look the same is because they have transformed into illusions."

She paused, and her smile deepened: "Even if it is a good-looking god, take off that layer of disguise, maybe it will be covered with fangs and tentacles."

Shen Chan: "Eh, eh?"

"Maybe there are octopus-like suckers, dozens of eyes and mouths growing densely together, bloody facial features, or even no facial features..."

"Eh?!"

Fortunately, Baishuangxing has not been involved in any strange things since leaving the strange town.

Time passed day by day, and soon, it was Jiang Mian's birthday.

Ji Fenglin listened to their suggestions, bought a lot of fresh ingredients, and personally cooked a sumptuous dinner in the "House of Gods and Ghosts".

Both Qin Mengdie and Shen Chan are veteran cooks, helping patiently in the kitchen;

Although Bai Shuangxing is half an idiot in life, he is too embarrassed to be idle, so he stays in the kitchen and does some simple and effortless work.

Shura didn't even know how to hold chopsticks, so of course it wouldn't work at a time like this, so he sat coldly in the living room with a long knife in his hand, watching cartoons with Jiang Mian.

It's like sitting on pins and needles.

Not to mention, there is a goddess of light beside him.

Compared with him, the blonde woman is obviously another extreme——

He speaks in a soft voice, treats people with respect and courtesy, and within a few days of coming here, he has gotten along with all the ghosts except him.

At this moment, she was holding Jiang Mian in her arms, peeling candy for the girl to eat.

Shura felt that she would lose the god's face by doing so.

Sensing his icy gaze, the Goddess of Light squinted slightly.

Their eyes met, neither of them spoke.

A few seconds later, the Goddess of Light smiled and said, "Today is my birthday meal... If someone can't even hold chopsticks, wouldn't they have to eat with a spoon all the time?"

She paused and patted Jiang Mian's head: "Mianmian is very skilled with chopsticks, isn't she?"

Wen Chuchu, who came to be a guest, sat on the side, felt the unusual atmosphere, and watched the show silently.

The pen fairy lay flat on the table, in order not to get involved in the grievances between the gods, she decided to play dead.

Shura: ...

The handsome and seductive long-haired man sneered: "Just last night, I found the thirteenth fragment - there will be no one who has not resonated to ten pieces until now."

The Goddess of Light smiled politely: "That's not like a certain person who even lost most of her memory and doesn't remember how she was seriously injured."

Speaking of this, her smile deepened: "That's right. I suddenly remembered that Mianmian has been practicing calligraphy these days. Everyone here should be literate, right?"

Shura: ...

Shura: ...

Shura tried to open his mouth to refute, but the words were close to his lips, but he didn't know what to say.

hateful.

He really can't use chopsticks, and he really can't read.

What's the use of learning the stuff of the human world?

The demon knife in his hand flicked lightly, 099 guessed his thoughts, and patted the back of his hand with the handle of the knife, very loyal:

"Don't worry, senior. I know some characters and I can teach you! I can also speak a little English. Do you want to learn?"

So the Goddess of Light showed surprise on her face: "Ah, so Tangtang Shura can't read?"

Shura: ...

Sometimes, he really wanted to gag 099.

Who is it helping???

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Mian blinked and smiled, and handed him a milk-flavored candy: "Uncle Shura is very good. Even if he can't read, he is very good."

Unexpectedly hearing such words from her mouth, the long-haired young man was slightly taken aback, pursed his lips and took the toffee.

He was a little awkward when he said thank you, and coughed lightly: "Thank you."

"Need not."

Jiang Mian picked up another candy and raised her head: "Sister eats too."

——This "sister" is calling the God of Light.

Uncle Shura: ...

Feeling uneasy for no reason, what's going on?

Their side was bustling, and when it was time for dinner, Bai Shuangxing's voice came from the restaurant: "It's time to eat!"

Ji Fenglin's cooking skills are very good, today is an important day, and he specially cooked a table full of dishes.

Wen Chuchu helped put the food on the table, glanced at the table, and took a deep breath.

It smells so good.

What catches the eye is the soft stewed beef with potatoes, the brightly colored sweet and sour pork tenderloin, the minced eggplant with minced meat, and the corn ribs that are steaming and emitting a strong fragrance.

They are all home-cooked dishes, but everything is cooked exquisitely, and the color, fragrance and taste are delicious, which makes people appetite.

"sharp."

Shen Chan came out of the kitchen, feeling from the bottom of her heart: "Ji Fenglin has great potential as a housekeeper."

Although she also likes to delve into cooking, she prefers unique snacks and pastries.

It is really difficult for her to cook such a large table full of dishes.

Jiang Mian obediently sat down on the table, saw the scene on the table clearly, and couldn't help exclaiming "Wow".

She had never seen so many and such rich dishes.

Thinking that this was a gift specially prepared for her was like a dream.

Everyone didn't move their chopsticks, waiting for her to take the first bite.

Being watched by so many people, the girl's ears turned red.

Picking up a piece of potato and beef brisket, Jiang Mian put it into his mouth.

The potatoes are stewed so soft that they melt softly with just a sip of the mouth.

The beef brisket has a rich aroma, and there is boiling hot soup between each fine grain.

The girl's eyes lit up instantly: "It's delicious."

Baishuangxing could clearly feel that Ji Fenglin's tense body relaxed a little.

Qin Mengdie's eating movements were quiet and elegant, and she did not forget the pen fairy sitting beside her, stretching out her chopsticks from time to time to put vegetables and meat into the bowl of the pink pencil.

The pen fairy managed to create an ethereal human figure, facing the dazzling array of delicacies, it was a joy.

Shura had a stern face, holding the chopsticks in an extremely stiff posture; the goddess of light was in a good mood, and she didn't laugh at him.

099 approached his ear, whispered: "Senior, you should relax your index finger, don't use too much force."

Bai Shuangxing listened without saying a word, pursing his lips and smiling.

After living with them, gradually, she seemed to be getting used to this chattering life.

Ji Fenglin's cooking is really good, the food is neither salty nor bland, and everything is seasoned just right.

She finished a bowl of corn rib soup and was about to add more food. When she looked up, she inadvertently met a pair of dark eyes.

It is monsoon Pro.

Somehow, he was looking at her.

Caught off guard, the four eyes met, and the young man was also stunned for a second, then quickly lowered his gaze, and smiled: "Is the taste acceptable?"

Bai Shuangxing replied honestly: "It's delicious."

After a pause, she said in a more determined tone: "It's delicious."

So Ji Fenglin raised the corner of his mouth: "That's good."

Perhaps it was because everyone was chattering, the meal was eaten slowly.

They started eating in the evening, and when Bai Shuangxing put down his chopsticks, it was already dark.

“Birthdays don't forget the cake!”

Shen Chan touched her chubby belly, satisfied: "I'll take it out."

"Very supportive—"

The pink pencil rolled on the chair: "I can't eat anymore."

Ghosts can absorb the energy in food. Once they eat too much, the energy will fill the body and cannot be relieved, and they will also feel uncomfortable.

"And a birthday present."

Wen Chuchu trotted to the living room and picked up the backpack on the sofa.

The backpack was bulging, she reached in and took out a beautifully wrapped gift box.

"It is a variety of color contact lenses that I have carefully selected. The latest models of the season are absolutely beautiful."

Wen Chuchu handed it to Jiang Mian: "Go out for a walk more often! You'll feel better after sunbathing."

Jiang Mian always felt that his appearance was different from ordinary people, and Jiang Mian seldom went out.

Taking her gift carefully, the girl was a little dazed, and said sincerely, "Thank you sister."

Since she was a child, she has only received gifts from her brother.

They had little pocket money at the time, and my brother had to either save and buy her miniature cakes, or make greeting cards and toys himself.

Before this, Jiang Mian never thought that she could get such an exquisite gift box wrapped in pink and tender ribbons like this.

"And then Shuangshuang and I."

Shen Chan coughed lightly: "Qiang Qiang!"

Her hands were originally behind her back, but when she spoke, she stretched forward like a magic trick.

In her hand was a huge square box.

"Didn't Chen Sheng send you the game cassette of Bliss Island?"

Shen Chan said: "Anyway, we have a console, so we simply find more games suitable for children on the market. Mianmian stays at home all the time, so we can't study and watch TV every day."

"Of course, it's impossible to always play games."

Bai Shuangxing pursed his lips and smiled, and glanced at the big box in Shen Chan's hand: "So, we also bought a few compulsory reading books for elementary school students required by the new curriculum standard—don't worry, they are all very interesting extracurricular books."

Fortunately, it is not an exercise book.

Wen Chuchu stood aside, silently breathing a sigh of relief for the children.

And finally Monsoon Pro.

Bai Shuangxing remembered that when he first arrived, he brought a large suitcase.

At this moment, he gently opened the suitcase and saw what was inside, Jiang Mian was stunned.

"My gift may be a little strange."

Ji Fenglin leaned over and took out the leftmost item from the box.

That is a movie ticket.

"The year we separated, I said I would take you to the movies."

The boy's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he smiled gently: "This is a gift from the nine-year-old."

When handing Jiang Mian the movie ticket, he touched the girl's head.

And then the next one.

It was a set of exquisite stationery, including pens, pencils, notebooks and picture books.

"When you were in school, you were always envious of other people's stationery."

Ji Fenglin said: "If we were together when we were ten years old... I would give these to you."

The girl looked at him fixedly, her eyes were faintly hot.

There are ten gifts in the box.

And the day they separated was exactly ten years.

Eleven is a children's book.

When he was in class, Jiang Mian liked to borrow extracurricular books from his classmates.

But she didn't have any of them herself.

Twelve is a new suit.

This is the age when just entered junior high school, and can no longer wear the old clothes when enter a new school.

Then there is the crystal music box at the age of thirteen, the little jewelry at the age of fourteen, and the new dress at the age of fifteen...

As if to fill in the gap of separation, today, Ji Fenglin gave her those times one by one.

They have been apart for too long.

In the end, the girl took a deep breath and hugged him with tears in her eyes.

"Well……"

The goddess of light was thoughtful.

I remembered.

On birthdays, it is a consistent human custom that everyone should send well-prepared gifts.

What gift could she have?

"Okay."

Bai Shuangxing patted Jiang Mian's head: "Teacher Qin also has a gift for you."

The girl raised her tearful eyes and looked at Qin Mengdie.

"It's not an expensive gift."

Qin Mengdie smiled: "I bought fireworks."

Jiang Mian has no shortage of daily necessities, and others have already prepared for school supplies.

So she left the house of ghosts one day and went to the street to buy this special gift.

Qin Mengdie looked at her deeply: "The suffering is over, I hope your future life will be as beautiful as fireworks."

As expected of a teacher.

Wen Chuchu gave a thumbs up in her heart, sighing secretly, this must be a cultural person.

"fireworks?"

099 moved his body, swaying the Asura demon knife left and right: "Can you see it tonight?"

In its memory, it has never seen real fireworks with its own eyes.

"It just so happens that [The House of Gods and Ghosts] is isolated from the outside world, so there is no need to worry about the fire prevention ban."

Shen Chan rubbed her chin: "Why don't you try it just now?"

Wen Chuchu was very interested: "I can help! Do you want to go outside and prepare?"

They left as they said, and went to the open space outside the door to adjust the fireworks.

Also following out was Qin Mengdie——

Without a lighter, karmic fire is the best fuel.

Jiang Mian did not follow.

The girl looked up timidly, put the gift in her hand on the wooden table, and suddenly said softly: "By the way, that—"

She blinked to look at Ji Fenglin, didn't speak any more, and ran briskly towards the living room.

When he came back, he was holding a small square box in his hand.

"This, for brother."

Jiang Mian said, "Brother, happy birthday too."

The monsoon came to a halt.

He and Jiang Mian were twins born on the same day.

He has been busy preparing presents for her, he has never told anyone about it, and today is also his birthday.

Jiang Mian always remembers it firmly.

"It's a scarf."

The girl's eyes were soft, reflecting the clear and bright water: "Mr. Qin and I weaved it together, and I gave it to my brother."

This is an unexpected gift.

The boy was momentarily at a loss.

At the same time, fireworks exploded outside the door.

The sharp humming pierced the entire night, and the fireworks poured down like the Milky Way, covering the silent night sky.

"This kind of thing is actually unwilling to take the initiative to tell us."

Bai Shuangxing smiled helplessly, and handed him a brand new gift box: "The gift for you is shoes."

She looked into his eyes, and her smile deepened: "Ji Fenglin primary school student, it's been hard work walking alone for ten years."

Another firework flashed by.

Shen Chan's voice came from outside the door: "Come on, come on! It's so beautiful! What are Shura and the goddess there... Yes! They are fighting!"

That's right, fighting skills.

The pen fairy stood at the door, full of astonishment, turbulent in the wind.

Two big men who make ghosts fearful.

Two famous gods.

At this moment, actually attaching power to the fireworks, adding a grotesque and magnificent brilliance to it, thus——

Well, maybe it's for a showdown.

The fireworks on the side of the Goddess of Light are gorgeous and bright, like an overwhelming meteor shower, bursting into bright colors.

The fireworks on Shura's side surged like a stream, whistling and whistling in the sky, faintly forming the shape of a long dragon.

Very shocking, very unbelievable.

First it was ignited with karmic fire, and then it was enchanted by the gods. It felt that it was impossible to have such appalling fireworks in the world.

Bai Shuangxing glanced at the scenery outside the window and laughed unconsciously.

She finally looked at Ji Fenglin, her phoenix eyes curved: "I hope that after you are nineteen years old, we can all walk together for a longer time."

The fireworks are pounding.

The boy stared into her eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

Now it's clearly autumn, but he feels inexplicably warm.

On the grass outside the door, Wen Chuchu waved at them: "Come on! Shura showed off a dragon... Goddess is like magic!"

"Yes, and cake."

Shen Chan knocked on her forehead: "Today is Ji Fenglin's birthday too, right? I specially prepared candles for 9+19—come out and get presents!"

But Bai Shuangxing raised his eyebrows and pointed his fingers at Ji Fenglin who was beside him.

The side of her face was illuminated by fireworks, and under the fleeting clusters of firelight, she said: "Let's go. Happy nineteenth birthday."