Undead Journal

Chapter 6

Sunny January 1th in the Age of the Undead

Although Mr. Watering Can punctured the layer of bubbles between us, our relationship did not become tense because of it. On the contrary, it has improved to some extent, and everything is developing in a good direction.For a ghost, there is probably no better pursuit than this, so I slept so soundly that night that Mr. Watering Can got up earlier than me this morning.

Luckily I wasn't too late, at least Mr. Watering Can hadn't started getting dressed and tie when I got up.

I rushed into the kitchen, quickly scanned the ingredients, and decided to make the fastest possible Western-style breakfast.

Omelettes, sandwiches and milk.

Mr. Watering Can stood at the door of the kitchen and watched me do it after washing up, without saying a word.

I thought he was in a hurry, so I said to him, "It will be fine soon."

Mr. Watering Can looked at me and said slowly: "Actually, I can do it myself. You don't have to wake up early for me."

Is this distressing, or rejection?

I silently thought about these two possibilities, and suddenly felt a tremor in my body, only to realize that Mr. Watering Can had walked behind me at some point, stuck to my back, and passed through my hand to hold the pot cake , passing one hand through mine, grabbing the spatula.

"The eggs are going to be battered."

Mr. Watering Can said flatly.

"Oh, sorry."

I quickly apologized, my eyes fell on his trembling hands overlapping mine, and I was a little lost in thought.

Immediately I woke up, now I am no longer a ghost living alone in this world, it is not good to always be distracted anytime and anywhere like this!

Later, breakfast was served quickly with the cooperation of the two of us.

The kitchen is not big, and it can't accommodate two people busy in it, but it happens that I am not an obstacle to Mr. Watering Can, so it doesn't feel crowded.

After breakfast, I sent Mr. Watering Can out, thinking about what else to do, Xiaopingtou squeezed out from the door, and said to me enthusiastically: "Senior, I will take you to get to know us in this building. Are the other ghosts okay?"

Could it be that my performance yesterday made him feel that I was actually kind and amiable, so he recommended me to other ghosts?

I looked at Xiaopingtou curiously.

Otherwise, why didn't he mean it yesterday or the day before yesterday?

Unexpectedly, Xiaoping took me to the basement where they often gather, but there was no one there.

"Did they regret it again?"

Xiaopingtou scratched his head at me embarrassingly.

"let it go."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, I don't really want to come.

Basically, the current status quo makes me very satisfied. It is enough to have Mr. Watering Can as the backbone and Xiaopingtou gag.

It's just that Xiaopingtou is always kind, so I can't help but come.I didn't meet them now, just right in my arms.

I wanted to leave, but before I could turn my head, I saw a little boy wearing a military uniform from the [-]s emerging from the ground, and said in a sharp voice: "How can we do such a shameless thing? Go to meet the teacher!"

Talking about a grandma, a little girl, and a middle-aged man full of the artist's leisurely demeanor, they emerged from the ground one after another.

I was quite surprised at first, but then I was relieved when I thought of the wall penetration technique.

Since ghosts can pass through walls, it doesn't matter if they walk underground for a while.

As for why they walked underground, it was probably because of the teacher. He was also afraid of the sun, so he had to travel underground in broad daylight.

At this time, I also had a general understanding of my inability to pass through walls. It should be either because my cultivation base is too deep and the materialization is serious, or because I don’t know how to pass through walls.

While I was thinking about it for a while, the teacher had already come out of the ground.

I didn't notice how he came out. I guess he didn't come out like Aping and the others, which didn't fit his temperament.

Yes, this teacher commander has quite a temperament, he is wearing a woolen military uniform, brand new and straight; he is wearing a dark green cloak, which is magnificent.There are also sharp eyebrows and handsome eyes, a straight nose with hanging courage, and a chin as thin as a knife.

Said to be a teacher, but he has the air of a general.

It didn't take me long to judge that this person was not my favorite.

Undoubtedly he is also good-looking, still quite good-looking, but I like all amiable characters or things, such as Xiaopingtou.

And he was too lonely.

Speaking of which, Mr. Watering Can doesn't look approachable, even cold and indifferent to the point where strangers should not get close.

But that's just an appearance, a kind of cover up, or a kind of self-protection. Those who have seen his eyes, or those who have been fixed by him will know that he is actually a very passionate person in his heart.

To put it bluntly, he is a typical example of being cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

And this teacher's cooling is from the outside to the inside, from the inside to the outside, if his eyes glance over it, you will feel that you are about to freeze to slag.

Whether you like it or not is mostly mutual, and this teacher doesn't like me very much.

He glanced at me, and said two words coldly: "Dude!"

I looked down at my clothes, brocade shirt and satin, well, it looked a little bit flamboyant, so a dandy is a dandy.

I curled my lips, flicked my sleeves and left without making a sound.

What is the teacher's attitude towards this, and what are the reactions of Xiaopingtou and Aping brother, etc. I can't know.

I am a ghost, not God.

I went back and looked at the refrigerator. After sweeping last night and this morning, the memory has been reduced a lot, but it is still quite rich.I checked carefully, and then leisurely turned on the computer to search for recipes online.

Although Mr. Watering Can said that I am a good cook, it is always better to strive for perfection in this kind of thing.

While I was reading the recipe, I was thinking wildly, wondering if Mr. Watering Can would come back for lunch at noon, and maybe not, office workers and so on, which one can eat casually near the unit, and the unit with better conditions even has a cafeteria.

Then I thought again, what kind of job does Mr. Watering Can do? I often see him in a straight suit and serious look, like an insurance buyer.

Thinking of this, I laughed. My Mr. Watering Can is serious at all times. This suit is not necessarily for buying insurance.

Besides, with his expressionless face, who would buy his insurance?

After thinking about it, I happily decided on today's dishes. At this time, the phone rang.

I subconsciously ran to pick it up, only to find something was wrong when I picked it up. At this time, Mr. Watering Can’s voice came out of the phone: “Today’s customer is very talkative, so I will probably have time to go back at noon.”

I was overjoyed, this meant coming back for dinner.

Mr. Watering Can said again: "Look what is missing at home, tell me, I will bring it back when I get off work."

I said happily: "There is nothing missing, but if you are free, you can bring some seaweed back. I will make you seaweed soup, which can effectively relieve dark circles."

This is what I saw when I first searched for recipes.

Mr. Watering Can paused for two seconds, then said "Hmm" and hung up the phone.

I frantically ran back to the study, and confirmed again and again that kelp is indeed a pure natural and harmless substance that nourishes the inside and outside, promotes blood and nourishes the skin.

Mr. Watering Can's skin is extremely white, and it is crystal clear. If you don't pay attention, you will easily get dark circles.

If he is at work, Mr. Watering Can will pay attention to grooming, and if he is not at work, he will be exaggerated to the point of frightening like the first time I looked at him.

Of course, this probably has something to do with his poor sleep quality that day, and the culprit might be me.But no matter what, such an imperfect thing really shouldn't appear on his face!

Taking a step back, even if kelp soup has no beauty and beauty effects, it is probably a delicious soup.

Thinking of this, I put my heart into my stomach completely, and looking at the time, it is almost time to cook.

I got up to cook, but when I turned around, I saw the teacher staring at me silently.

I was shocked, this is not the hell!

Then I laughed, I just saw a ghost, even I was a ghost.

The teacher didn't take my fright and self-mockery seriously, and said to himself, "I heard that you are not afraid of the sun."

I immediately knew why he came, but unfortunately even I didn't know why I wasn't afraid of the sun.

I wondered whether I should tell him inscrutablely that he would know when he reached his cultivation base or tell the truth.

My honesty is clearly on target, like Mr. Watering Can.

Before I could think about it, the teacher said again: "You have been dead for thousands of years, and you still covet this appetite, you are really shameful."

I looked at him inexplicably, what kind of divine development is this?

Didn't he come here specifically to ask about not being afraid of the sun?

Besides, even if it's none of his business that I'm greedy for food and drink, why should he speak of me in such a utterly vile and disgusting tone?

After a moment, he moved his eyes to the window and said, "The weather is fine."

This sentence is even more irrelevant, but I roughly understand the current state.

The man in front of me should really come here because I am not afraid of the sun, but not only did he never beg anyone during his life, he was afraid of death, so he didn't know how to speak, and he was unwilling to leave like this, so he was so speechless Find something to say.

It's quite speechless to be so awkward.

But he has time to dawdle here, and I don't, and I should be cooking for Mr. Watering Can.

So I said directly: "As for not being afraid of the sun, you probably will understand when you live to... no, you will probably understand when you die to my age."

I didn't choose to tell him the truth in the end, I didn't like him, and he was so rude, why should I tell him the truth?

The teacher stared at me fiercely when he heard the words, and the roots of his ears were a little red, probably because he was annoyed by someone prying into his mind.But I always got the answer, so I didn't make it difficult for me, and I went away with a big cloak, so I was able to make my lunch easily.

When the rice was about to be ready, Mr. Watering Pot came back with seaweed, and I quickly made two small bowls of soup with the other ingredients I had prepared, and watched Mr. Watering Pot drink it without any leftover. clean.

After the meal, Mr. Sprinkler didn't leave immediately, but went to the kitchen to wash the dishes with me.

The specific manifestation is that I wash the dishes and he wipes them with a dishcloth.

During this time, I thought about my teacher, so I asked Mr. Watering Can, "Do you only see me, or can you see all ghosts?"

I don't think ghosts like the teacher would always consciously hide from strangers like Xiaopingtou and the others, so I was very afraid that Mr. Watering Can would touch him, and there would be some bad consequences.

Now that I think about it, my worry is a little unnecessary. Just looking at the way Mr. Watering Can turned a blind eye to me before, you should know that even if Mr. Watering Can saw the teacher, he would just pretend he didn’t see it.

In any case, the teacher would not stay in Mr. Watering Kettle’s house like me, appearing and appearing under Mr. Watering Kettle’s nose from time to time, and let Mr. Watering Kettle drink up his possessions.

And when it comes to Mr. Watering Can drinking and destroying my Xingzang, I can't help but feel confused. In fact, I haven't been able to figure out why Mr. Watering Can drinks my Xingzang.

Well, I must remember that if I have a chance in the future, I will ask Mr. Watering Can!

Of course, this is not the case today, and now I should return to the question of whether Mr. Watering Can can see me or all ghosts.

Mr. Watering Can was obviously hesitant, but he answered before I blurted out that if he finds it difficult to answer, he doesn't need to answer: "I can see it. I'm born with yin and yang eyes."

"Is that so..."

I cautiously asked him again: "Then there are five ghosts in our building besides me, a small crew cut, a Red Guard, a little girl, a grandma and an artist, do you know that?"

Mr. Watering Can put down the dishcloth, looked into my eyes, and asked, "What are you trying to say?"

I told him honestly: "Today, a passer-by Mr. Minguo came to the building. He doesn't look very friendly. I'm afraid you will bump into him."

Mr. Watering Can's eyes softened, and he raised his hand to gently touch my eyelashes: "Don't worry, I and them are people from two worlds after all, they won't easily provoke people who have nothing to do with them, and I'm even more I will not provoke them."

I'm very happy with what he said about them. He didn't mention you, does it mean that I am different from them? Does it mean that he and I are not people from two worlds?

I know that such an idea is actually naive, but what I am after is not the truth, but a "thought".

As long as he thinks so.

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