Chapter 125 The water is boiling
It’s almost four o’clock, and today is also the last day for Grandma Zhou and Zhou Shufang to meet.
Zhou Shufang glanced at Luo Jiahe, who was lying on the sofa and had fallen asleep. Her eyes were filled with distress, and she said to them: "From now on, just come and see me during the Chinese New Year and holidays. Don't come here." See me a few times.”
“It’s convenient for us to meet now.”
Although she is very happy, she also wants to meet them every day.
But firstly, it was too expensive to meet, and secondly, she could only leave the underworld at eleven o'clock every night, and they had to stay up with her until four o'clock every night before going to bed.
As a ghost, she naturally has no feelings, but as living people, they have to live a normal life, and staying up like this every night is not good for their health.
That won’t work. He will come to see his mother whenever he misses her, but he may not necessarily wait until the holidays.
Luo Cheng opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say this, Zhou Shuhui spoke before her, "Okay, from now on I will let them come to see you during the holidays."
"If you want What’s wrong? Just send a message to Yang Fan and ask her to help bring it to us.”
Zhou Shufang nodded, "Okay."
She turned around and told Luo Cheng to spend more time with her sister when they had time. When they had time, they would treat her just like they did before. Take her out for a trip.
Her sister's children, she has finally seen these days, are not people who value family ties.
Although I understand that the children have to work and study and have no time to come over, these days, Grandma Zhou has four children and seven grandchildren.
It has been seven days, and she has only seen her three children and two grandchildren. She has only met these people once or twice and never seen them again.
They were all in the same province, but they didn't even have time to meet each other.
It is conceivable that her sister must have lived alone in such a big house on weekdays, which was too lonely.
Listening to what she told Luo Cheng and the others, Zhou Shuhui wiped her tears secretly, feeling very uncomfortable.
The three members of the Luo family listened to her instructions and promised to come back to see Zhou Shuhui often and take her out to play.
After admonishing them, Zhou Shufang reluctantly patted Zhou Shuhui's hand, "Shuhui, I'm leaving. I'll come see you next time. Remember to eat well every day, and go and talk to you when you have nothing to do. Your old sisters go out and have fun, don’t be reluctant to spend money.”
"Don't worry, you should go back quickly. It will be bad if you are late."
"Okay."
There were still ten minutes before the gate of the underworld closed, and Zhou Shufang left reluctantly. Go out and follow the golden line back the way you came.
On the other side, Wang Zhenzhu covered her child and Wang Dequan with quilts respectively. Seeing that they were sleeping peacefully, she said softly, "Good night."
Turn around and left the house, returning to the underworld. .
While Luo Cheng and the others chatted with Zhou Shufang every night, trying not to waste the time they could see each other, Wang Zhenzhu came out every day just to see her children and father.
Chat with them, put the children to sleep, and watch them sleep.
Yan Qing, who was meditating in the room, suddenly noticed something and immediately stood up and walked to the window. The room he lived in was on the third floor and the window faced the road.
Yan Qing stood by the window, looking down at the ghost of the old lady on the road, and saw her soul being pulled by a golden thread, and walking forward along the golden thread.
In the middle of the journey, another young woman's ghost came out of the B&B diagonally opposite Yang Fan's house, and floated into the gate of Yang Fan's house together with the ghost of the old lady.
Yang Fan's house and Aunt Zhang's house were on the same side. He could only see the two ghosts finally entering the gate of Yang Fan's house, but could not see Yang Fan's yard.
He turned his head and looked into the distance with a thoughtful expression. The night in the mountain village was quiet and mysterious. Under the moonlight, spiritual energy flowed in the air, making it the best place for cultivators to practice.
This place is so close to Sanqing Palace, but no one of them discovered it. He guessed that the reason was that it was at the Huangquan Station.
They were standing outside her house just now, and they didn't feel the Yin Qi inside at all. Only when they entered did they see the inn inside.
It's like there is a natural barrier that isolates this place. If you don't walk into the village, you won't be able to find anything strange here.
Yan Qing's eyes slowly turned to the direction of Yang Fan's house, and he counted with his fingers, but couldn't calculate anything. Could it be that the director of Huangquan Station was really one of their seniors from Sanqing Palace?
But he seemed to remember that there was no such a powerful female Taoist priest in the history of Sanqing Palace. He wanted to ask the master when he returned to Sanqing Palace later.
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In NC City, Tao Jinshu played mahjong with her friends all night and didn't get home until seven in the morning. As soon as she entered the door, she saw neat piles of fruits in the house.
"When were these fruits delivered?" she asked the servant, "Where are they from?"
The servant replied, "They were delivered last night. The young master brought them with him. They were Uehara." Fruits from the village.”
Didn’t the fruits from Uehara Village be delivered as soon as this afternoon?
"Is Binbin at home?" Tao Jinshu walked over and looked at the extremely fresh fruits in the box. The depression of losing mahjong all night was instantly gone.
Servant: "The young master didn't come back. He just delivered the fruits and left."
"There are a total of four hundred kilograms of fruit here, and there are two hundred kilograms sent by my cousin."
"Sensen is so sensible," Tao Jinshu said with a smile.
After she asked the servants to keep some, she asked them to pack the rest and send them out.
Many people have eaten fruits from this store before and said they like them, so they asked her to help buy more.
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Han Musen didn't know when he fell asleep. When he woke up, the sun was high in the sky and the sun shone in through the window.
Looking at the dazzling sunshine outside, he slowly covered his chest. It was empty and indescribably uncomfortable, and a line of tears fell down.
He covered the quilt and cried again.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
She paused.
Child Yangyang raised her little face innocently and asked her, "Mom, the water is boiling."
He knew this sound was the sound of the kettle boiling.
Fu Cancan pursed her lips and touched his little head, "Good boy, mom didn't boil the water."
After that, she quickly pulled the child away.
Afraid of being too slow, I laughed. A grown man really cried like a kettle boiling.
She took her child to the next room. Yan Bin only stayed for one night and checked out early in the morning.
She took the children to change out the sheets and quilts, covered the bed with plastic film to prevent dust, and then covered it again when the next guest checked in.
The children are also actively helping.
She moved quickly and got it done quickly.
"Let's go, Yangyang, let's go downstairs to eat."
She walked out of the room with her child, and happened to meet Han Musen walking out of the room.
He was neatly dressed, a handsome man of 1.85 meters. If it weren't for his red rabbit-like eyes, it would have been impossible to tell that it was him who was crying in the room just now like a kettle boiling.
"Good afternoon, we are going to have dinner now, do you want to eat together?"
It happened to be meal time, so out of politeness, she asked.