Saturday, cloudy.

Gu Cheng sat in front of the window and read a book, a very ordinary book called "1984". Xia Xiaoman didn't know where he went.

Many people will feel that immortality is very painful, but they are just different in their moods. In the past, I was a little annoyed when I saw people keep fighting, but in the past three hundred years, there have been new surprises. The world is changing every moment. This unpredictable future is really interesting.

The only thing he was worried about was that before the interstellar era, nuclear bombs floated around first, and everyone died, living in an extremely lonely world, and then immortality would become troublesome.

It’s painful to wait for the survivors to develop again.

Otherwise, why do so many novels want to cultivate immortality? This means that most people still yearn for immortality. Not only do they cultivate immortality by themselves, but many people also need to cultivate immortality together, so that they will not be lonely. You take my treasure and I will break your Nascent Soul, and it is the yearning for people.

Chen Hua didn't want to lie in the coffin and became moldy, so he went to brag about it as a security guard and someone. As a noble angel in white, Zhao Hong was busy every day and never touched the ground.

Gu Cheng took a sip of tea and wanted Xia Xiaoman to calculate whether it would rain today, so Xia Xiaoman came back.

I also changed into a dress, the dress turned into jeans, and a small white coat on my upper body, which looked cool and capable.

Xia Xiaoman was not used to the two-step slap in high heels. She walked awkwardly and was a little angry. She didn't know what she was angry about, so she just floated up.

"Where did the clothes come from?" Gu Cheng suspected that she went to a grave to steal it.

"Where do you care about me? Isn't it good-looking?"

"If you haven't worn high heels, don't wear them, and you can't get out of Zhao Hong's appearance."

"You like me barefoot?"

"It's up to you."

Gu Cheng turned his direction and faced out the window, "Will it rain today?"

"I don't know, what are you looking at?" Xia Xiaoman and Gu Cheng were both lazy.

Things like disciples have always been used for submissions. After becoming teachers, some things that can be done by their disciples rarely automatically.

Gu Cheng sent Xia Xiaoman, but Xia Xiaoman was unwilling to move, so he took out his cell phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhou Xiaotian.

Gu Cheng: [Will it rain today?]

Zhou Xiaotian: [?Are you still addicted?]

Gu Cheng: [Red Envelope]

Zhou Xiaotian: [It will be a little rain in the afternoon]

Gu Cheng put away his cell phone and stood up to go out. He planned to go for a walk without any trouble, which shocked the girl.

"Why do you always go to the other girl?" Xia Xiaoman was furious. Qingxin and bare desires were indeed pretending, "You should like her to be young!"

"Do you remember the little widow next door before?"

"Do you like that?"

Xia Xiaoman recalled that the little widow had a good body, with a slender waist and a squint and a whisper all day long, and she kept pussy behind her back.

"You look very much like her. When you have nothing to do, you like to create something that can make things happen."

"You're the same!"

Xia Xiaoman's memories were interrupted and he went out with Gu Cheng.

Gu Cheng ignored her, and he still talked so much after he died.

The wind outside was a little cool, the stuffy heat of last night was gone, and there were still many people on the road on the cloudy day.

A girl in cool clothes walked on the street, with her white arms and legs not as dazzling as she was in the sunny day. Gu Cheng felt a pity that if Xia Xiaoman had been born fifty years later, she would probably be one of the young girls. She could go to school freely, study in colleges and universities, become a modern intellectual, and choose the industry she likes to live her life.

Xia Xiaoman wrapped her clothes, and when there were too many people, she would feel cold. Even so, she still followed Gu Cheng stubbornly on the street.

"It's pretty good now. If you want to be reborn, you will become a member of them, wear beautiful clothes to live a life that suits you, instead of being a lonely ghost. Only I can see you."

"I would rather not be reincarnated." Xia Xiaoman said.

"Teacher Gu, where are you going?"

A shout made Gu Cheng and Xia Xiaoman turn their heads, and Chen Mengmeng put on sunglasses and came across from the street.

"I'll just go around."

"It seems like you're talking to someone?"

Chen Mengmeng was not sure, so she looked around and saw that Gu Cheng was wearing a mask, and she just had that illusion.

Just now, I saw Gu Cheng slowly walking over there from a distance, as if he was following someone next to him. It was different from walking alone on the road.

"No one speaks, only myself." Gu Cheng said calmly.

Xia Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Cheng maliciously, rubbing the ends of his hair on his chin, making it very close.

Gu Cheng seemed to have not realized it.

"Haha, go shopping by yourself? Do you want me to take you there or have fun?" Chen Mengmeng gave up speculation and said to Gu Cheng.

Xia Xiaoman turned his head to look at her. Chen Mengmeng in front of her was in her twenties and was wearing a suspender dress. She probably rarely wore skirts when she was a teacher. She never wore trousers on weekends. She dressed cooler and couldn't tell the story of her scholarly aura.

"She has a good impression of you, Teacher Gu." Xia Xiaoman said to Gu Cheng with a smile.

Gu Cheng raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "It's a coincidence that I have an appointment with someone."

"Oh... OK."

Chen Mengmeng didn't care, raised her head and signaled: "Then I'll go play by myself."

"Um."

Gu Cheng poked Xia Xiaoman with his finger the moment Chen Mengmeng turned around, and Xia Xiaoman, who was almost close to his face, immediately retreated.

"Why don't you look like a jealous woman? I'm so happy to see me like this?"

"I'm not very happy either."

Xia Xiaoman looked up at the sky with both hands on her back. It was actually super happy and fun.

"If you really do what you do with others, I will come out to watch when you two are ummy and ummy and see if you can continue."

Xia Xiaoman suddenly remembered something, and he silly said, muffled his hair on his face, looking like a ghost on TV.

"I'm thinking about something."

Gu Cheng looked around and reached out and knocked her head. The more he did nothing, the more he liked to fantasize about something.

"Send me a bouquet of flowers, Wang Aimin!" Xia Xiaoman pointed to the flower shop next to him.

"Your own grave president."

“…”

Xia Xiaoman felt stuffy in her chest.

"I don't have a grave."

"I'll help you make a tomb?" Gu Cheng thought, after all, it was not an exaggeration to play a master and a disciple.

Carving words on the tombstone is worth living in vain and leaving a name in the world.

"What do I want to do with my cemetery?"

"The grave can grow grass or flowers. I will help you build a mountain in the south, where there are many wild tombs. If you are reincarnated near you, you may still see the tombstones of your previous life."

Gu Cheng stopped here and looked at Xia Xiaoman carefully.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Xia Xiaoman was suspicious.

"You died at such a young age. You are still sober and may not have the previous life?"

Gu Cheng guessed that there were not a wandering soul that had been left for a long time, but they were all in places with extremely heavy yin energy. Some of the deep palaces still have lonely souls from more than a hundred years ago that remained in the backyard of the deep palace.
Chapter completed!