My Death God Roommate

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Murong's Zhazhi Shop opened in the New Year.

According to northern customs, in addition to offering sacrifices during the Spring Festival, some qualified families will visit their relatives and pay their ancestors with their families.

The four of them don't have any relatives to visit. Most shops are closed during the Chinese New Year. Those who are used to it will be very uncomfortable when they suddenly relax.

Sending away a few waves of guests, Sang Yu sat on the sofa and played with her mobile phone. The volume of the mobile phone was turned on and beautiful background music came out.

Bao Xiaoxuan called Sang Tong and yelled to come over when she heard that they had opened.

Sangtong could only agree to the hospitality.

Thirty minutes later, Bao Xiaoxuan came, her face filled with joy, carrying large bags of gifts.

"Master Mu, Master Sang, Xiaoyu, Master Xiaofang have a good New Year."

"Miss Bao has a good New Year, and sister Xiao Xuan has a good New Year."

"Xiao Xuan, come and sit down."

Bao Xiaoxuan sat on the sofa and complained: "After getting married, relatives on both sides have to leave. Jiaming has a lot of relatives. My face is stiff when I agree with the seven aunts and eight aunts."

Bao Xiaoxuan took off her down jacket, and everyone saw her slightly raised belly.

Sang Tong groaned: "You can really do it, here is so close to the funeral center, would you dare to come over with a child?"

Bao Xiaoxuan smiled and said, "I'm afraid of what those things do when I am with you guys?"

After a few people smiled, Sang Tong asked, "How many months have it been?"

"It's almost five months, I'm a daughter." Bao Xiaoxuan caressed her lower abdomen, showing the brilliance of motherhood.

"Girl, your husband has no ideas?"

"We all like our daughters. They are so sweet little quilted jackets. My mother-in-law seems to be unhappy, and relatives over there are all around asking when the second child will be born."

Sang Tong comforted: "The older generation will have this mindset more or less. The most important thing is your husband’s attitude, and it’s not bad to have two. The only child of our generation is more or less lonely. Think about it in a couple of decades that a couple will have to take care of two elderly couples without even a helping hand."

Bao Xiaoxuan touched her stomach and nodded in agreement: "No, I always looked forward to having a brother and sister play with me when I was young. I plan to implement a second-child plan in two or three years. Have a companion as the child grows up."

After hearing familiar music, Bao Xiaoxuan glanced at the screen of Sangyu's mobile phone, and said happily: "You also play this game?!"

Sang Yu took his gaze away from the screen for a second and then stared at the screen: "Well, the ad that popped up a few days ago was unintentionally downloaded. It feels good to start playing the day before yesterday. Sister Xiaoxuan also plays?"

Bao Xiaoxuan took out her mobile phone: "This game is very fun, and the plot is going! I heard that there will be different endings depending on the options. In the past few days, some people have registered dozens of accounts on the forum and opened more than 100 routes. "

The two girls opened up the conversation, and you talked about this new "national mobile game".

The other three people were confused, but it was not easy to interrupt them to see them so engaged.

Bao Xiaoxuan actually played a game with Sang Yu in their shop for an afternoon. Li Jiaming hung up the phone several times after she called. In the end, it was Sang Tong who persuaded her to say goodbye to Sang Yu.

That night Sang Yu and Murong lay on the bed after washing.

Mu Rong said apologetically, "I am going to work today."

Sang Yu unplugged the phone's charger: "Go, pay attention to safety."

Mu Rong's soul came out of his body, stood at the window and glanced back, seeing that Sang Yu had already started playing games, he floated out.

A few days later, Qu Tingting brought an old man to Zhazhishop.

As soon as she entered the shop, she looked around, and did not see the familiar figure feeling lost in her heart.

"Hello, Miss Qu."

"Is Mu Rong there?"

Mu Rong was tying paper in the back, and walked out after hearing the sound.

Qu Tingting's eyes lit up, and she quickly greeted her: "Murong~!" Her tone was full of joy.

"Hello Miss Qu, what can I do if you come to see me?"

"Oh, this is my mother's card friend Aunt Liu, something happened to her family recently, so I brought her here."

"Come and talk, please."

"Okay~" Qu Tingting followed Mu Rong step by step, and the one he posted was close.

Sang Tong frowned: "Yu baby?"

"Huh?" Sang Yu held the phone in both hands, without raising his head.

"Guests here, pour a cup of tea."

"Okay, got it."

Aunt Liu looked sad: "Don't bother."

Sang Yu sat back after hearing this.

Sang Tong glared at Sang Yu, and poured two cups of tea on her own. One cup was placed in front of Aunt Liu, and the other cup was inserted between Mu Rong and Qu Tingting: "Miss Qu is drinking tea."

Qu Tingting looked embarrassed, and Sang Tong was about to stick to her body, so she had no choice but to step back two steps to take the tea: "Thank you."

Mu Rong's ruthlessness does not mean that Sang Tong is lacking. This Miss Qu has never left Mu Rong since she hit the door. She will never allow this to happen. She will kill all signs that threaten her sister's happiness in the cradle. .

Sang Tong simply moved the stool and sat next to Mu Rong: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

Aunt Liu sighed heavily: "Our old man passed away a year ago. He may have some wish for him to be reluctant to reincarnate. He often haunts the house to torture the child."

"How did you know?"

"I married him at the age of seventeen and lived in the same boat for fifty years. I can feel him when he comes back."

"Auntie, do you miss your uncle too much? It feels sometimes inaccurate."

"I'm old too. I'm a person who stepped into the coffin. Sometimes I can see something in a shadowy way. I was ill the other day. When I got up to drink water in the middle of the night, I saw the shadow of my old man. He I kicked and beat the child in my son’s room. I persuaded him a few words before he left. The child fell that afternoon. His body was bluish and purple. He was almost hit by a car. After the old man passed away, everything went wrong in his family, and his son and daughter’s physical work was not very good. Master, please help. Tingting said that you have real skills. Help me ask if my old man has any wishes. Let us help him. Go ahead and go with peace of mind."

Sang Tong and Mu Rong looked at each other and saw Mu Rong nodded and said, "Auntie, do you remember the birth and death year of your uncle? And tell me your birthday."

Aunt Liu said a few dates, Sang Tong pinpointed and looked at the old man in front of him again.

The old man in front of him was full of sadness, his face was yellow and his eyes were blank, his clothes were half old and not new, which was obviously old clothes before the first month.

Sang Tong calculated the horoscopes of the two. The couple are young and poor, and they are both young and happy, and they are both long-lived. They have to live at least to 80 years old.

But her husband died before he was 70 years old, and the word "Xiaoyao" was not seen in this Aunt Liu.

For the elderly, children's filial piety to their grandchildren around their knees, good health and no worries about food and clothing is the greatest freedom. Aunt Liu didn't even wear new clothes and seriously conflicted with numerology.

"We took this matter, did Miss Qu tell you about the charging standard?"

"Say. Girl, Auntie doesn't have much money on hand, can I only put out 20,000 yuan?"

Qu Tingting glanced at Aunt Liu in surprise: I heard from her mother that Uncle Liu had left six or seven properties, and there was still a considerable amount of savings enough for Aunt Liu to spend her old age.

Aunt Liu smiled sadly when she felt Qu Tingting's eyes, and did not speak.

"In this case, I will give you a discount and only charge you four thousand. If the matter is not very difficult, I will not increase the price. Of course, it is not a mere literal."

Aunt Liu was overjoyed, took out a stack of pink tickets from her bag, counted forty of them and gave them to Sang Tong on the spot.

Sang Tong opened Mu Rong's drawer and put the money in, snapped his fingers: "Work."

In the elevator, Aunt Liu explained: "I used to live with my wife and son, and my son and daughter had one apartment. After the old man passed away, he moved to live with his son. He may not be awake yet, please be lighter."

Sang Tong looked at the time, it was a little bit faster, this young man was quite able to sleep.

Aunt Liu's son lives in a nice apartment with two bedrooms and one living room. From the decoration point of view, the family is not short of money.

As soon as she entered the door, Aunt Liu was cautious everywhere, moving lightly and gently, even squatting on the ground to gently put down the slippers for Sang Tong and the others.

Mu Rong frowned and asked softly: "Auntie, does your son usually work at night?"

Aunt Liu shook her head, and everyone became more puzzled.

Sang Tong walked around the living room and found nothing wrong: "Auntie, can you look at your son's room?"

Just then, the door of the room opened.

A shirtless young man walked out with a mess of hair and squinted his eyes. The bruises on his body had not disappeared, and he had indeed fallen seriously.

"Mom, what do you eat?"

"Mom just went out for something, and there are some dumplings left in the refrigerator. Should I steam it for you or use it for frying?"

The man gave a "tsk" and complained: "Dumpling dumplings, eat dumplings every day, eat dumplings every day, you have nothing to do all day, can't you do something else?"

"Don't you just eat dumplings for the New Year? What do you want to eat, mom will make it for you?"

Aunt Liu's son's eyes lit up, and he saw four beautiful women sitting in the room, and he immediately became energetic: "Then fry the dumplings, who are these moms?"

"Sir, can I trouble you to put on your clothes first?"

"Oh, sorry." Aunt Liu's son turned back into the room.