My Death God Roommate

Sang Tong declined Mo Chongxi's proposal to have dinner together, and went back to Shanyang City with a few people. The first thing he did when he got home was to fall asleep in a dark place, and it was already dark after waking up.

She straightened her messy hair, took out five stacks of pink tickets from her bag, and knocked on the door of Mu Rong's house.

A Miao opened the door against Mu Rong's body and saw Sang Tong instinctively back.

"Where is Mu Rong?"

"Master Mu Rong has gone to work."

"She's getting better?"

"I am not sure."

"Transfer this to her. It's her reward. The Mo family's affairs would not have gone so smoothly without her."

"Thank you, big sister."

"Well, you tell Mu Rong to check your body as soon as possible. We will leave for Jiuhua Mountain next week, and we will relax along the way."

"it is good."

After Mu Rong was busy with the night’s work, he and Hao Jiefang sat on the lightning rod platform of the tallest building in Shanyang City, overlooking the night of Shanyang City.

Hao Jiefang cast his gaze into the distance, lit a cigarette, and took a sip: "Are you ready to take the money?"

"Tomorrow."

"Well, why did you faint suddenly?"

"I don't know, my chest hurts. It doesn't matter anymore. I have an appointment for a physical examination tomorrow."

Hao Jiefang quipped: "Would you like me to help you go to the judge to check it?"

Mu Rongbiao shook his head expressionlessly: "Do I need to ask anyone else when I die? Either it appears in your booklet, or it appears in my own booklet."

Hao Jiefang laughed amused by Mu Rong: "That's right."

"I don't care, as long as my mother is rescued, I can die any day."

"Have you checked your mother's sentence recently?"

"No."

"Let's check, you have been busy with the Taoist priest for so long, and see if it works."

Mu Rong hesitated for a while, took out a piece of talisman paper, shaking his wrist, the talisman paper silently burned: "Tang Jie."

With a "call", half of the burnt talisman paper floated into the air, and the words "640 years" appeared in front of Mu Rong.

"Ah, one hundred and fifty years missing, it seems that Heaven is not confused. You helped save five lives of the Mo family, one life for ten years, not bad."

Mu Rong hooked the corners of his mouth, looking relieved.

Hao Jiefang patted Murong on the shoulder: "Don't make any more mistakes, go back and rest. At this speed, your mother will be reborn soon."

"Ok."

Mu Rong returned home, lying on the bed tossing and unable to sleep.

One year in the sun and ten years in the underworld. When I checked last year, there was still 800 years of imprisonment, which was 50 years less. Could it be said that being Sang Tong’s assistant to help the living solve some things can really reduce the sentence?

If it continues, she will be able to rescue her mother from Tiewei Mountain in more than ten years!

After living for twenty-six years, it was the first time that Mu Rong greeted a new day with anticipation.

Early the next morning, Sang Yu knocked on the door of Mu Rong's house.

"Good morning~"

"early."

"Did you not have breakfast?"

"Well, didn't you tell me not to eat?"

"Yes, you may have a blood test today, and you need to have an empty stomach."

"Let's go."

Ah Miao swooped down on Mu Rong, looking at Sang Yu pitifully: "Sang Yu, you can talk to Master Mu Rong, will you take me?"

Sang Yu relayed Ah Miao's wishes, and Mu Rong nodded.

The three came to Shanyang Central Hospital together. Sang Yu was worried that Mu Rong would be dizzy if he didn't eat. After the blood was drawn, she took her into a porridge shop.

Sang Yu said with a smile: "I checked on the ugly group. The evaluation of this restaurant is quite high, and all the comments say it is delicious."

Mu Rong took a bite and replied affirmatively: "It's delicious."

Sang Yu only then began to eat the porridge in front of him.

Two of Mu Rong's physical examination items will be available in the morning, and the rest will have to wait until after two in the afternoon.

Sang Yu checked the time, and it was ten o'clock in the morning. If he went home, he would have to return after a short while, and he would have to wait too long in the hospital.

"Mu Rong~"

"Ok?"

"After taking these two inspection results, shall we go to a movie?"

Seeing Mu Rong's probing gaze, Sang Yu explained: "The rest of the results won't come out in the afternoon. You can't stay in the hospital forever."

"Good." After saying this, Mu Rong frowned. She obviously wanted to refuse.

The two sat on the bench in the hospital waiting for the results to be printed, but met Hao Jiefang. They saw him walking along the corridor of the hospital with a cigarette in his mouth, pulling on the soul chain.

"Brother Hao?"

Hao Jiefang turned his head and grinned at Sang Yu, then raised his index finger to his lips.

"Don't talk to him, don't stare at him, now the hospital is full of surveillance without blind spots, be careful to be photographed."

Hao Jiefang waved their hands and walked to the second floor.

One of the machines in front was vacated, and Sang Yu ran over, scanned the bar code, and printed out the test form.

She took a look at the blood routine. Among a dozen indicators, half of Murong was below the average, and three of them were seriously below the average.

Sang Yu frowned, and said to Mu Rong who came over: "You are anemic!" There were three points of blame in his tone.

Mu Rong took the list and glanced at it, and then listened to Sang Yu bulgingly: "Did you not eat well?"

Mu Rong raised his eyes and met Sang Yu's eyes. Naturally, he saw the concern and distress contained in it, and was stunned, so she looked like the picture in the painting.

"I……"

Sang Yu was tough, and asked Ah Miao: "Does she eat well?"

After getting the expected answer, Sang Yu looked at Mu Rong with an expression: Now what else do you have to say.

Mu Rong was a little guilty, and there were a few people who wanted to take the test report. She held Sang Yu's arm and let it go a few steps, and quickly let go: "I'm a bit busy these days~~"

The voice is very soft, the tone is very soft, with a hint of forgiveness.

A Miao's eyes widened: Sang Yu, the little cat, initiated a "prestige", and even Mr. Mu Rong had to avoid him!You deserve to be the sister of the eldest sister, so the two sisters are really similar.

Sang Yu pointed to one of them: "You are not even 50% of the normal value. I'm going to ask the doctor if I need to be hospitalized."

"no need?"

"Are you a doctor?"

...

"You fainted suddenly the day before yesterday may be caused by anemia. If you fainted, it means it is very serious. You fell in the yard last time. What if you fell all over the place?"

An aunt who likes to watch the excitement witnessed the whole process, walked up and smiled and persuaded: "Little girl, young people can't help but value their own body. If you see how much your sister cares about you, you should listen to her, hospitalized. After two injections, there is a special cure for anemia, and the two injections will be up."

Sang Yu's face turned red immediately, and Mu Rong's expression was a little unnatural. Although she and Sang Yu have always been "good sisters" in the painting, this is reality.

She just wanted to leave this "embarrassing" place early, thanked her aunt, and took Sang Yu out.

He went all the way to the entrance of the hospital before letting go, pursing his lips, "Shall we go to the movies?"

Ah Miao also persuaded: "Sang Yu, Master Mu Rong said it was a bad idea. He still has to work at night. There are a lot of ghosts in this hospital. Can you rest assured that she will put her body here?"

Sang Yu suddenly remembered: Mu Rong is no ordinary person.

He sighed and softened his tone: "Then I will take the other reports in the afternoon and show them to the doctor together, and ask if I need medication."

Mu Rong let out a sigh of relief: "Okay~!"

The two came to the cinema. Only six films were shown at this time. It is not a prime time now, and it is not a new film.

Two cartoons were directly excluded, leaving two action films, a literary film and a thriller.

Sang Yu prefers the literary and artistic film. The film is about an unknown sculptor who spent his entire life pursuing real art, but he was unsuccessful at the very least, and his old age was desolate.

The repressive style of this movie is a kind of lashing at the director's desire for materialism.

Sang Yu was afraid that Mu Rong would not like it. While hesitating, Luo Ruyan's voice sounded: "Xiaoyu, choose that literary film."

"I'm afraid Mu Rong doesn't like watching."

"She will like it."

Sang Yu didn't know that Mu Rongzailu's aesthetics was a sculpture major, and her graduation work won an award.

The name of the work is "Childhood", and the content is: two pairs of feet immersed in the stream, the ripples of the stream and the fish in the water are also cleverly represented. The protagonists are her and Sang Yu.

In the painting world, Luo Ruyan designed many opportunities for Mu Rong to become famous, but after Sang Yu married Ding Lei and left the Northeast, Mu Rong resolutely gave up despite the opposition and advice of everyone. Sculpture, diverted to the field of photography where she is not good at, specializing in landscape photography.

This pair of "Childhood" is the peak and end of Mu Rong's artistic career.

Sang Yu gave Mu Rong's diary before leaving, and Mu Rong took "Childhood" as a gift and wedding gift and gave it to Sang Yu.

Sang Yu bought the ticket and saw Mu Rongzheng holding a bucket of popcorn and two glasses of Coke waiting for herself. She greeted her and took the Coke: "I bought the ticket for "Sculpture", OK?"

Mu Rong was suddenly silent. She stared at the movie ticket for a long time without saying a word. The world in the painting seemed to have penetrated into reality, which made her a little frightened.

Seeing Mu Rong not speaking, Sang Yu asked, "Would you like to change one?"

"No, just look at this one is good."

"Then let's go in, check the tickets soon."

"it is good."

When they entered the theater, there were only two of them. The lights were off, the melodious violin sounded, and Sang Yu cast his eyes on the screen.

Mu Rong's voice came in his ear: "Sang Yu."

"Ok?"

Sang Yu turned his head, the faint light source was not enough to thoroughly see the other's expression.

"Do you... know someone named Ding Lei?"

"I don't know, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing."

The author has something to say: Although it is a bit early to say this.

I want to wait until it's over, and present the story of Mu Rong and Sang Yu in the world in the painting in the form of [No Responsibility Fan Wai], using farming techniques.

Do you think it's ok?