[MTL, BL] Pretend Little Cowardly Bag [Quick Wear]

5.14

For several days in a row, Lin Xiuyuan ran to the hall frequently. Both A Fu and A Gui knew that the deceased grandfather was enshrined there, that is, the young master who was taken by those people pretending to be women to marry. Objects, they thought that the reason for being less headed was that they had to go to worship every day, so they didn't ask or say much.

They also know in their hearts that although they are only superficial relatives, they are real men. If they say it out in the future, it must be a joke. After trying to figure it out, he didn't even go to the hall.

Of course, there are also some elements of fear of such dead people and ghosts.

Naturally, they didn't know what they were thinking about, all of which Lin Xiuyuan didn't even think about.

Lin Xiuyuan has done a lot of things these days. Every morning, he takes a towel and a basin to the hall to clean up the coffin and wipe the corpse that can speak with his eyes open. In the afternoon, he goes to the room where there is a sewing machine. I made clothes in my hut, and from time to time I consulted the ghost of Huaiyang who came and stared at him.

A long shirt, it took him more than a week to stumble and make it. The dark blue fabric was used, and it looked good, but after all, it was the first time I made clothes and I didn't know how simple it was. Picking up the needle, it took a while to sew a crooked word "Yuan" into the sleeve.

You can't see it from the outside, but I can see it by rolling up my sleeves.

Thinking of this, I became joyful, and there was a kind of jubilation like a puppy urinating on the ground.

Lin Xiu originally wanted to go to the hall and put it on Huaiyang himself, but as soon as he approached the coffin, the clothes in his hand were lifted up by the gust of wind, swept into the mouth of the coffin, and slid in along the gap.

He hurriedly pushed open the coffin lid to get his clothes, but he looked down and saw a man who had already put on a brand new gown.

His clothes were neatly dressed, and he lay down looking at him, his eyes calm and unwavering.

"..."

He only got stuck for two seconds, then leaned over and asked, "Is it comfortable to wear?" After asking, he remembered that the corpse was insensitive, his brows drooped down, and he quickly shifted the sentence, "Do you like it?

" Looking into his eyes is like a deep well, unpredictable.

"I like it." Huaiyang said.

"You can do it if you like it, once it's cooked again, I'll make it better for you in the future." The

light was dim, and Lin Xiuyuan saw that the blue and white face below seemed to have more expressions. The shyness that is untraceable and should not appear on this face.

Not like a dead man at all.

Lin Xiuyuan's heart was hot when he saw it. Obviously, the corpse had not changed from the first time he saw it, but at this moment, he had the illusion that the person in front of him had come back to life.

It is a kind of vitality that spreads out of the dead air.

Lin Xiuyuan was inexplicably excited and opened his mouth to say something else. Suddenly, the air became scorching hot, and even the breeze blowing in from outside the hall turned into hot air.

Whose handwriting was this, he knew with his toes.

Lin Xiuyuan stepped on the stool beside the coffin, crawled in, and hugged Huaiyang with a smile.