After dressing as a double in double literature

Chapter 52

The target of the fight suddenly disappeared, and the man with the scar was stunned. He punched the air twice with his fists, and then retracted his hands and turned around. I don't know if it was a psychological effect. Climb up the spine.The man with the scar swallowed his saliva, even though he had seen many life and death massacres, he still felt chills all over his body at this moment.

Mei Qianhe raised his eyebrows in satisfaction, stepped back with his hands folded, and praised without hesitation: "This function is very good and practical!" After speaking, he snapped his fingers in the ear of the scarred man as if playing a prank. , strode up the stairs.

"There is... There is a ghost..." The scarred man shuddered from the sudden voice, and there was a rare tremor in the rough voices of the elders.But as a subordinate, he was still very conscious, and immediately informed the boss of this supernatural scene.

It took about a minute for Xu Sikui to reply, quite succinctly: "Check."

Xu Sikui's calmness infected the man with the scar, and he immediately put away his unreasonable mentality, and took his hands to find Mei Qianhe's whereabouts, where he came from, who he had contact with, and the purpose of approaching the boss.

However, he didn't know that Xu Sikui was not at peace at this time.

disappear suddenly?

ghost?

As far as he knew, the mysterious power that controlled him did not have this skill at all, otherwise he would not have tried to find someone to approach him to assassinate him, and he would have killed him one by one in the end.But it is not certain, that thing has been silent for a long time, and it is not impossible to fight him to the death when it suddenly becomes super strong.

But it is not without another possibility.

If a person really becomes a ghost and exists after death, then, is it possible, is it possible that his Hehe really came back?Xu Skui was stunned for a while, then became very irritable, and the violent factor boiled again.

But this time, strangely, it calmed down quickly.

Mei Qianhe went upstairs with ease, but was blocked by a door.

Although he was invisible and could touch the real thing, the door was locked from the inside.

He couldn't open it, and he was also a little irritable.

The world consciousness was giving him advice, "Xu Sikui can't stay at home all day, why don't you wait a bit, maybe he will come out soon."

He began to complain again: "What age is this? What kind of passwords are used by everyone? Fingerprint anti-theft and other high-tech electronic door locks, but Xu Sikui is still using old-fashioned mechanical locks. What kind of antique is he? He is not afraid of losing the key. Can't go home."

The door lock was installed by the proprietress of Chengzhong Village when Mei Qianhe was in high school. After Xu Sikui repaired it, although he changed the lock, he didn't change the medicine. The lock was still the same as before.

The words of world awareness touched Mei Qianhe a little, and he couldn't help but think about the high school.

It was probably the second day when he was holding Xu Sikui and crying, and it was also the day he officially accepted Xu Sikui's move-in. When he came home at night, he gave Xu Sikui a key for five yuan, and he felt very distressed at that time. .

The old master laughed at him: "Look at your little expression, I can't bear to take money from you, sir." Of course, this is just saying, and it is impossible not to take money.

But he didn't expect that this key, which cost him a huge sum of five yuan, was lost after only three days of use by Xu Sikui.

Resisting the urge to curse, he stopped by to get a key on his way back.

However, within a few days, Xu Sikui lost it again.

He held back his anger and went home to make another one.

The old master was obviously impressed by him, and jokingly said, "Young man, are you here to distribute the keys again?"

He nodded sullenly, as if someone had robbed his bank card.

The old master asked, "Did you lose it again?"

He nodded sadly, as if he didn't need to say more.

The old master chuckled: "It seems that you don't look like a careless person, how can you be so unreliable?"

Thinking of the Gao Leng Jiaojiao at home who never touched the spring water, he couldn't help but agree: "Yes."

The old master was amused by him, and gave him a dollar off when he checked out, and said skillfully, "Come again next time."

"..." Impossible!

After he got home, he wandered the corridors for a long time, looking like a territory, and finally found a perfect place to hide the key-there was a round pinion behind the fire box hitch, in the middle where the gear and the folded hose bordered. There is a small gap.

Once in the middle, he was seen by a neighbor when he was picking up the key, so after discussing with Xu Sikui, relying on their height, they transferred the key to the top of the fire box.

From then on, until he graduated from high school, he never went to distribute keys again.

Later, when he returned to Spring City, he also got the key from the top of the fire box.

Thinking of this, Mei Qianhe couldn't help but smile.

No matter the facilities or configuration of this building are the same as before, he walked over familiarly and made a model on the top of the box based on his feeling, and he really touched it.

Pushing open the door, everything is still the same as in memory.

Like a photo album kept at the bottom of a box, no matter how much time has passed, nothing has changed, nothing will change.All things are telling him on behalf of Xu Sikui-Xu Sikui is waiting for him.

Wait for him to come back.

Walking through the kitchen, Mei Qianhe stood at the door of the bedroom and saw Xu Sikui who was in a daze beside the bed.

There was a person lying on the bed next to him. Under the thin quilt and brocade quilt, there was a cold corpse, and only the skin and white bones remained.

Xu Sikui was in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking, his brows and eyes were tinged with sadness, after a long time, as if he finally figured it out, he gently raised his lips and smiled.

Then he looked at the time with a gentle expression, it was almost noon, he leaned over to the ear of the corpse, and asked for advice in a doting tone: "Hehe, I'm going to make lunch, what do you want to order today? ?”

The long pointer rang three times, and he seemed to have heard the answer, and repeated as if confirming: "Braised pork? Well, you are too thin, you should eat more meat."

At this moment, seeing this situation and this scene.

Mei Qianhe suppressed the soreness and blinked his eyes, his eyelashes were instantly warmed and moist, he moved his lips, thinking of Xu Sikui's indifferent attitude just now, he didn't dare to make a sound.

World-conscious impersonal sabotage: "He can't hear you."

Mei Qianhe: "..." Go to sleep!

Xu Sikui laughed in a low voice, buried in the shriveled neck of the corpse, rubbing his ears and temples together for a long time before reluctantly getting up.

When Xu Sikui passed by the bedroom door, Mei Qianhe subconsciously took a step to the side, and there was a gust of wind in his actions.

Xu Sikui paused, and glanced at the window, seeing that it was wide open, he turned back and closed the window again.

Outside the bedroom is the kitchen connected to the living room. When Xu Sikui came out, he saw a small crack in the door. He glanced there, but he didn't take it seriously. He opened the refrigerator and took two eggs and tomatoes. He was going to cook first. A soup dish.

He did it very skillfully, beating eggs, stir frying, and holding fire, every step is very delicate.

Mei Qianhe followed behind him step by step, leaning against the kitchen counter, propping his chin with his left hand, nodding in satisfaction, it was obvious that he had mastered this cooking skill.

I still remember when Xu Sikui was first rescued, this person really knows nothing.When I was young, I was with my mother and lived a good life. It seemed that I raised him as a noble son. Later, when I came to the Xu family, although I was bullied, most of them were mental torture. No matter how poor my material life was, I was a lot taller than ordinary people. After all, it is impossible for the Xu family to lose face and order a child to do things.

Therefore, Xu Sikui has never done such rough work as washing dishes, cooking and sweeping the floor since he was a child.

When Mei Qianhe ordered him to wash the dishes for the first time, the boy stood straight by the kitchen counter, frowning, and clumsily took the bowl to wash it over and over again, holding the bowl in his hand with full concentration , Double-confirmed that it has been washed before putting it in the cabinet next to it.

However, the mouth of the bowl was round and slippery, and when the young man focused his attention on the rusted cabinet door, it fell to the ground with a "click" and broke into seven or eight pieces of porcelain.

The young man looked back at him in panic, and explained dryly, "Accident." His voice was still cold, but he was rarely at a loss.

Another time, when Mei Qianhe had to write a speech at noon, he asked Xu Sikui to help him wash the soaked lettuce in the basin first. As a result, when he finished writing the manuscript and went out, he found that the leaves of the vegetables had been washed and drained in the basin. , while the head of lettuce lay lonely and desolate in the trash can.

When the boy saw that his expression was wrong, he knew that he had done something wrong again.

In fact, since we met for more than half a year, although Mei Qianhe often confronted him tit for tat, they were always talking on paper. If he was not really too busy, he would not let Mr. Jiaojiao do these things.

However, from then on, no matter what Mei Qianhe did, Xu Skui would watch carefully from the side, and gradually he would help Mei Qianhe awkwardly when he was busy with his studies.Later, probably from the time of the sprint in the third year of high school, the boy has basically contracted all the housework.

Boys of seventeen or eighteen years old are the age with strong self-esteem. They don't like doing housework, don't like aprons, and don't like walking around the stove.And Xu Sikui was wearing a blue Dongdongxiong apron, and his tall figure was busy in the dust of fireworks, but he didn't feel dissatisfied in the slightest.The serious expression on the grim face seemed to be in a business negotiation, but he was actually thinking about how much salt to add.

Just, very cute.

Years later, a scene in memory accidentally overlaps with reality.Mei Qianhe smiled, couldn't hold it back, and poked Xu Sikui's cheek with his hand as if playing a mischief, the skin under the fingertips was sunken, which looked like a dimple.

The man who looked cold was soft when poked.

Xu Sikui was slightly trembling with the hand that was blocking the bottom of the seasoning box, and he returned to normal in the blink of an eye, so fast that people didn't notice it at all.

Mei Qianhe poked and murmured softly: "I'm sorry, did I scare you?"

Xu Sikui was not frightened. He lowered his long eyelashes, sprinkled salt as if nothing had happened, covered the seasoning box and put it back in place.

Mei Qianhe was puzzled why Xu Sikui didn't respond at all, so she asked the world consciousness: "Can't he perceive me?"

The world consciousness was weak and said: "It should not be possible." Logically speaking, it is possible, but Xu Sikui's reaction made him doubt himself. After all, no one has tried the function of invisibility before, and it has no exact data.

As for the unreliable world consciousness, Mei Qianhe already had a clue in his heart.

Anyway, Xu Sikui couldn't sense it, and he wasn't afraid to scare him, so Mei Qianhe's movements became more and more irregular.When Xu Sikui turned around to pick up a bowl of soup, he wrapped his hands around his neck and sent himself to his arms, tightly fitting them.

Years passed, and lovers who had been reunited after a long absence embraced each other again.

After hugging, she was still reluctant to let go, so Mei Qianhe hung herself on Xu Sikui's body, following Xu Sikui's movement of turning around with the soup bowl, she squeezed between the kitchen counter and Xu Sikui without noticing.

But Xu Sikui was still pushing towards the kitchen counter without any trace.

Mei Qianhe simply raised her legs around his waist, and sat down on the kitchen surface.But as soon as he entangled him, Xu Sikui stopped, stood three feet away from the kitchen counter, and poured the soup into bowls one by one.

Mei Qianhe hugged him, turned his head to look at the pot, and commented seriously: "Your skills are still not good."

The person who served the soup shook his hand, and the spoon fell into the pot.

Soup splatter.

The author has something to say: serious evaluation, don't think wrong.

In addition, this book is almost finished, and the next book will be "Hey, Smile". If you like it, please add it to the column collection

The following introduction:

When the parents found their biological child, Jian Xing knew that he was adopted.

The person who used to wish to pet him to death suddenly became extremely indifferent.

The 15-year-old boy is proud and sensitive, determined to compete with his own son in everything.

Who do you love more than grades, popularity, ability, and parents.

However, after ten years of competition, he didn't win anything at the end. Instead, he was labeled as jealous and vicious, was kicked out of the house by his parents, and died of illness without money for medical treatment.

After rebirth, Jian Xing became indifferent, and since then his heart is as hard as ice, hard to be melted by fire.

Packing up her burden, she went to a remote small county alone, and inherited the one-acre three-point land left by her biological parents before their death.

But he didn't expect that a seemingly honest boy would forcefully break into his life.

On the first morning, the boy stuffed him with a grilled corn that was warm from the oven.

At noon on the first day, the boy knocked on his door with a bag of rice.

On the first night, the boy knocked on his door again holding a newly woven mat, and introduced himself seriously:

"My name is Luffy."

Jian Xing was not interested in his name, and stared coldly at the mat in his hand.

The boy honestly made a request: "Just smile, and I will give it to you."

He didn't smile, but the mat was finally spread on his bed.

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Later, a media reporter asked Jian Xing: "You had so many suitors back then, why did you choose Luffy, who has the lowest appearance?"

"Be nice to me and make money." Jian Xing replied seriously: "The above two points are based on the fact that he is Luffy."

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The loyal dog Gong who is fake, honest and honest, really works hard to make money to support his family & the cold and shrewd but somewhat money-obsessed Shou

PS: 1. There will be a certain amount of description of rural life in the early stage.

2. Tough guy Gong with an inch head, belongs to the kind that looks inconspicuous at first glance, the more you look at it, the more masculine you feel.

3. Both characters have imperfections.

4. It is still a two-way love.