How can one become an immortal if he is so lazy? Chapter 332: After hearing that my parents are coming back, I always subconsciously want to destroy some evidence.
Chapter 332: After hearing that my parents are coming back, I always subconsciously want to destroy some evidence.
"Squeak"
Hong Butian pushed open his house. The familiar room made him feel dazed for a moment, and the dust-laden memories opened up along with the room.
Although the wooden furniture is old, it is clean and dust-free. It seems that it has been wiped frequently. My parents know that he will come back one day. In fact, he has not been away for long.
It wasn’t even as long as the time when my father went out to work hard and left home when he was young. His father’s stories were often mentioned again and again at the dinner table. He said that it was a youth worth remembering.
Not knowing what he thought of, Hong Butian raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, until he saw a letter on the table and his smile froze.
Pulling out the envelope that was almost torn, it had obviously been read time and time again, but it was still placed where he had left the letter when he left home.
It seems that this way I can repeat the day of farewell again and again. Before opening the envelope every day, it seems as if my son is still sleeping soundly in the house.
Opening the envelope, my son's laughter came from my ears: Mom and Dad, I'm going out and I'll be back soon.
"Tick"
When something dripped, Hong Butian put his arm in front of his forehead and slowly put the letter back.
It’s as if if you don’t open it, those days of lovesickness won’t exist.
But the years are still flowing, but this cannot be deceived.
Thinking of something else, a complex emotion flashed in Hong Butian's eyes, and a ring was placed on the table, just like where it was originally placed.
But at this time, it will no longer jump up angrily like it did before, and then argue with Hong Butian until its voice trembles.
"Wow"
The door was gently pushed open again, and Zhao Zhuji stuck her head out and said cautiously: "Can I come in? This is your room?"
"Of course."
Hong Butian nodded and chuckled: "It's my bedroom, well, it's actually also a study."
After all, not everyone is like his cousin who has a small room dedicated to storing his books.
His father does have his own study room, but Hong Butian rarely goes there, and the contents of the books there are not very attractive to him.
Even some books about strange things that recorded anecdotes did not bring him as much pleasure as practicing marksmanship for several hours.
Practicing martial arts is his favorite thing, and his second favorite thing is to sit on the steps and watch Xiaoyang Xiaoli running over occasionally, fighting and quarreling with each other.
Ha, forgive him for being an older brother who really doesn’t want to go up and break up the fight.
In fact, there is no need for him to persuade them, Hong Butian knows that they have a sense of proportion.
At least Xiaoyang is measured. That child has been mature and steady since he was a child, but as he grows older, he becomes more childish and naive.
There was a time when Hong Butian even thought that Xiaoyang was his elder brother, while he became his cousin.
"That's it..."
Zhao Zhuji nodded thoughtfully, looked around, and commented with a smile: "Not bad!"
"That must be good."
Hong Butian accepted the compliment unceremoniously.
"I mean, at least it's neat!"
"It's not just about tidiness."
"..."
"..."
"I will die if you don't fight me!"
"No."
"Huh... okay, okay."
Zhao Zhuji sighed, suddenly thought of something, and whispered: "Speaking of which, uncle and aunt, um, I mean, where are your parents?
Why didn't I see you when I came back? Don't you live together?"
"Ah, that's not true."
Hong Butian waved his hand: "It's broad daylight, and there's no notice when I come back. It's normal for them not to be at home. After all, they have to be busy with work."
"But then again..."
Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji speechlessly: "Do you like to be an outlaw after you practice?
I was still knocking on the door, but you jumped over the wall."
"Ah this... uh..."
Zhao Zhuji turned her head away with a guilty conscience and whispered: "Well, isn't it your home? And you are still there, so it doesn't count as breaking into a private house.
Didn’t I just want to wait until I get in and open the door for you?"
"But how did you open the door? I didn't see it just now..."
Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian curiously and guessed: "You always carry the key to your home. When you are outside holding the key to your home, it seems that you are connected to your distant home?"
"Well, not so poetic and melancholy..."
Hong Butian waved his hand with an awkward smile: "I'm kidding, I ran away from home in such a hurry, I didn't have time to get the key."
"To be honest..."
Hong Butian sighed, laughed and sighed: "I didn't know if I could come back alive at the beginning. Wouldn't holding the house key make me even more intimidated?"
"Then you..."
"Oh, let me tell you a little secret."
Hong Butian whispered: "There are nine out of ten houses in Five Color City, and the side wall tiles inside the gate will be more or less empty to store spare keys.
As for the remaining one, well, they didn’t even bother to close.”
"???"
A row of question marks appeared on Zhao Zhuji's head: "Then what difference does it make whether you lock the door or not? Everyone doesn't know..."
"I don't know, strangers don't know."
Hong Butian waved his hand and said leisurely: "Besides, who really wants to be a thief is the one who walks through the door!
They are flying over eaves, walking over walls, drilling dog holes, digging holes in the ground, etc. The gate is really just a decoration."
"Just like you."
Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji and said, "Just by climbing over the wall, it proves that the gate has played its role, doesn't it?"
"Ah, this is reasonable and reasonable, and cannot be refuted."
Zhao Zhuji showed her half-moon eyes and was speechless.
"..."
"..."
Inexplicably, the two of them suddenly stopped and fell into an eerie silence.
Just like in a classroom where chatting is in full swing, no one shouts "The teacher is here", but suddenly there will be a strange silence from time to time, and everyone becomes quiet together.
Then everyone looked at each other with lingering fears and laughed, hahahaha, which shocked me, and continued to laugh, cough, cough!
At this time, the atmosphere in the suddenly quiet room suddenly became a little strange.
The two people accidentally looked at each other, and the little peach blossoms in the vision were fluttering wildly, and the background color turned pink for a while.
Reading with rice balls
"That..."
Zhao Zhuji whispered: "Uncle, aunt and others, how are their tempers?"
"Ha, that must mean you have a good temper."
Hong Butian smiled and pointed at himself: "I have lived to this age and have not been beaten to death. Doesn't that mean something?"
Zhao Zhuji: "..."
"That's right..."
Zhao Zhuji sighed.
"You...what are you doing???"
Zhao Zhuji looked at the hand that was suddenly placed on her shoulder and the face of someone who was approaching instantly. She was immediately frightened and her face turned pale, and her mind went blank.
What should we do now?
Not to resist? Not to resist? Or to resist and then surrender? Or to pretend that you can’t resist?
"Zhuji!"
Hong Butian took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Zhuji seriously: "Well, I want to tell you..."
"Well..."
Zhao Zhuji's face turned hot, and she responded in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "You said it."
"Hmm!"
Hong Butian mustered up the courage and spoke firmly.
"You brat, where did you go? Come out quickly!"
Zhao Zhuji: "???"
Hong Butian: "???"
"What's going on?"
Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian with a question mark: "Were you talking just now!?"
"How is that possible!"
Hong Butian rolled his eyes: "It seems that some annoying old guy is here, so he just closed the door."
"Ah this..."
……
When Hei Yang Hongli arrived, he saw Elder Piao Piao and Hong Butian exchanging blows in the air, with Zhao Zhuji sitting next to him with an expressionless face, his eyes full of speechlessness.
Only when she occasionally hears a few novel vocabulary or grammar, can she cast a surprised look, and then nod thoughtfully, secretly digesting the profound and profound travel culture.
"Hey! You don't have to listen so carefully to that kind of thing!"
Hei Yang couldn't help but complain, and looked at the scene with a black line.
"My evaluation is..."
Hong Li listened to the scolding between Hong Butian and Elder Piao Piao, and commented with disdain: "It's just novices pecking each other.
Not to mention comparing with the two of us, their skills are not even as good as those of Black Xiaolong."
"Let's not mention those old and stupid jokes. If I hadn't been involved in Hongli's extensive knowledge, I might not even be able to understand them, let alone others."
Hongli waved her hands and complained: "Not to mention there are some jingles that even little kids think are childish, and there are also homophonic sounds, wow, what the hell!"
"I said you..."
Hei Yang pinched Hongli's face and pinched: "Is that something worth showing off? Ah? Ah? Ah?"
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..."
Hong Li spoke with half the wind, whining: "I know how to mess with you, if you grab the child again, your mouth will drool..."
"Tsk, tsk."
Hei Yang let go of his hand and naturally took Hong Li's hand. He turned to look at Hong Butian and Elder Piao Piao, who would have been fighting if they couldn't touch each other. He said speechlessly: "By the way, Elder Piao Piao, what are you doing?"
Do you want to reshape your body...
Ah, of course, I'm not in a hurry. If you two are leisurely and elegant..."
"Yes! Of course!"
The great elder directly abandoned Hong Butian aside and rushed to Hei Yang: "Please make arrangements for me!"
"Tsk, did Zhuji see it..."
Hong Butian curled his lips disdainfully and pointed at the great elder: "Look at that stinky old man, calling himself an old man who relies on his old age and sells his old age in front of me.
When you ask someone for help, you instantly turn into a senile person. Humph, you follow the wind and follow the trend, which is disgraceful!"
"Ah ha ha..."
A few drops of cold sweat ran down Zhao Zhuji's head. She felt like a wolf that had slipped into a pack of huskies, feeling out of place.
She won't be polluted like that in the future, no, absolutely not!
Zhao Zhuji smiled awkwardly but politely.
"But so..."
Hong Li showed her dead fish eyes and looked at the great elder expressionlessly: "May I ask what this person's name is? He can't really be called Piao Piao, can he?"
"Well, I wasn't born with the ability to float..."
The great elder was speechless and said: "I have my own name, my name is..."
"Huh, forget it."
The great elder sighed: "The past is like smoke. Looking forward, we no longer care about the past. It doesn't matter what we call it."
"Correct, positive energy!"
Hei Yang gave a thumbs up and praised: "It saves the memory of one name for the operation of the world. The quality of the elder is really noble!"
"Uh..."
Hong Li leaned close to Hei Yang's ear and whispered: "Actually, I'm just too lazy to think of a name..."
"Hush! Be careful!"
Hei Yang covered Hong Li's mouth and whispered: "Fate 8 is so spicy?!"
"Ahem, hey hey hey..."
Hongli coughed twice and smiled: "It's not a big problem!"
"Indeed!"
Hei Yang nodded, turned to look at Hong Butian and Zhao Zhuji who were looking silly and happy, and kindly reminded: "Ah, by the way, that Brother Butian, we saw our uncle and aunt when we came over just now.
They heard that you were back and were rushing home."
"???"
A bunch of question marks popped up on the heads of the two people who were watching.
"It's true!"
Hong Li casually reached to Hei Yang's waist, skillfully grabbed a bag of melon seeds from several storage bags hanging on his waist, and said leisurely: "But those two couldn't run as fast as us, and they had a lot of money at the time.
There are still things that I really can’t get out of, so I was delayed for a minute or two.”
"Well, but if you count the time..."
Hongli chuckled: "It's about time."
"!!!"
As soon as Hongli finished speaking, Hongbutian Zhao Zhuji's eyes widened, her hair stood on end, and she ran into the house.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Ping Ping!" "Pang Pong"
Then a sound of chaos and chaos came from the house.
"Zhuji, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and get rid of that!"
"What is that!"
"I don't know! But I always feel like I have to do something before my parents do!"
"That makes sense!"
"Xiaoyang Xiaoli, I won't give it away!"
"Help us stop it, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"Uh..."
The great elder watched the two people rush in, revealing his half-moon eyes, and turned to look at Heiyang Hongli: "Let's go too... What are you doing?!"
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"Huh?"
Hongli tugged at the white pointed hat on her head that had the words Make Money at First Sight written on it.
Hei Yang wears a black top hat with the words "Peace under Heaven" written on it.
"What's wrong?"
Hei Yang Hongli looked at the great elder with a suspicious look on his face: "Is there any problem?"
Great Elder: "..."
"Ha, should I say it or not..."
Hongli looked at Hei Yang, then at herself, and smiled: "They look like a couple pretending to be a couple!"
"That's that, that's..."
Hei Yang whispered in a low voice: "Last time I went to the underworld, I saw a couple in black and white, they looked like a perfect match!"
"Hmm? Male or female?"
"Nonsense, of course it's a man and a woman!"
Hei Yang rolled his eyes and complained: "I don't know if they have any relationship in the underworld, but they can continue to be a couple even after they die."
"Huh? Don't speculate secretly about others all day long, okay."
Hong Lixun glanced at Hei Yang: "Maybe we only met him after he died?"
"I don't see it like..."
"What you think is what you think?"
"How will they have children then?"
"Well, the underworld also has to carry on the family line..."
"I said..."
Looking at the "reliable" couple in front of him, the elder's soul became unstable for a while, and the figure of Hong Butian suddenly flashed in his mind.
Sometimes, it only takes a moment to understand how good a person is!
"Bu Tian! Bu Tian!"
"Mom and dad are back to see you!"
"Huh?"
Hei Yang was startled and looked out through the wall: "Are uncle and aunt back already?"
"Ah this..."
Hong Li blinked: "So do you want to help Brother Butian stop him for a while?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't think it's necessary!"
"Indeed!"
Hei Yang Hongli looked at each other and nodded.
Hei Yang stretched out his hand and covered the great elder in the gray mist.
Hong Li burned two small hats and a handful of melon seed peels with a fire.
"Swish!" Two voices, two figures rushed towards the opposite direction of the door, stepped lightly on the corner, climbed over the wall, and quickly disappeared into the distance.