Museum of the Dead

Chapter 30

"This—" He put his hand in the air, whether he took it or not, he always felt that this comic book was a hot potato, and asked again, "Is it more useful than the most popular one in your store?"

Xiaoxiao nodded heavily. At this time, her voice was as seductive as a siren: "It must be useful. There are twelve volumes in this set, and this is only the first volume. It is the most popular during the serialization period!"

Tianling took the book solemnly like receiving the imperial decree, "Just press the inside?"

Xiaoxiao thought for a while, but she didn't say too much: "Depending on the situation, memorize this book by heart, and there are different ways to deal with different scenarios."

It's amazing!

Tianling believed it, pointed to the top shelf of the bookshelf, and took out the boldness and straightforwardness of "pointing out Jiangshan, slamming Fangqiu": "Okay, I believe in you, I want a set!"

Xiaoxiao was ecstatic: "I'll give you a [-]% discount with my employee card!"

Tian Ling took a whole set from the bookshelf, "Let's go!"

Xiaoxiao, as an employee, was afraid that he would be too heavy, so she moved part of it from his hand: "You must tell me in time if there is any progress! Let's change the plan in advance!"

Tianling nodded, and took out a card from his pocket, which was given to Fei Yan by Yin Luan when he was in Thailand, and Fei Yan asked him to hand it over last time, but he forgot it in a blink of an eye.

But that's fine, anyway, this set of books was originally bought for the boss.

Tian Ling stared at the bookshelf in the girl's man area. Since it wasn't his own card, why didn't he get a set for himself?

-

After Hu Po left, Fei Yan and Yin Lu'an were left outside the door.

Fei Yan wanted to break the silence, so he picked up his phone and poked him with his arm: "Boss, do you want to add WeChat?"

Yin Lu'an glanced at him, nodded and took out the phone, but stared at the phone for a long time but there was no movement.

Fei Yan tilted his head to look at him: "?"

Could it be... I don't know how to add people!

The air-conditioning on the opposite side seemed to be getting stronger. Fei Yan almost forgot that the boss in front of him might have mind reading skills, so he quickly dismissed the idea and gave a step: "I'll add you!"

He pressed Liangyin Lu'an's screen, and a password appeared. He entered the password of his mobile phone without thinking, and it turned out...it was unlocked!

Fei Yan, who only realized it by looking at the phone screen: "..."

His mobile phone password...is his birthday!Why... why is Yin Luan's mobile phone password... his birthday?

Is it... is it...

Yin Luan stared at the phone screen, but his ears started to turn red. The string of numbers was discovered when he accidentally saw the ID card of the youth two years ago. After buying the phone, he set it as a screen password. The password is also this!

After a long while, Yin Lu'an didn't think about how to explain, and said with difficulty: "Actually——"

Unexpectedly, Fei Yan suddenly stood on tiptoe, grabbed his shoulders, and said in surprise, "I didn't expect that we both have the same birthday!"

Yin Lu'an: "..." That's all, let's do this first!

"My God, what virtue and ability do I have? How many merits have I cultivated in my previous life? We are too predestined to do so. How about this? Anyway, I still have time today, so I'll treat you to a drink!"

While talking, Fei Yan opened WeChat and scanned Yin Luan's QR code: "Fortunately, I still have some money in WeChat, enough to treat you to a drink!"

Yin Luan looked at the head of the little cat, and the previous embarrassment was swept away, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Okay."

-

Two in the afternoon.

The two are sitting in a shop.

Before coming out, Yin Lu'an had already cast the spell.Fei Yan is now an ordinary person, he can be seen by others, and he can also see others.

More importantly, he can enjoy delicious food, feel the sun and air like ordinary people.

The owner of the barbecue shop was secretly looking at the man in the corner who was out of tune with everything in the shop.Forget it, the one who gave the money is the uncle, all he has to do is to collect the money and serve the guests well!

This barbecue restaurant is one that Fei Yan often went to during his college years. It is a semi-self-service restaurant. Different meats and vegetables are placed in the freezer.

At the beginning, Fei Yan roasted the meat by himself, but he gave up self-reliance after burnt the meat several times, and obediently called the waiter every time.

He looked at the upright and meticulous curator sitting opposite him, and held up a plate of moderately thick and moderately sliced ​​beef, "Have you usually eaten this?"

Yin Luan stared at the plate of beef and shook his head.

Fei Yan changed another plate of prawns, as if he had found some fun in the questioning, and continued, "What about this one?"

Yin Luan still shook his head.

Fei Yan sighed, he really is a ghost messenger who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world!What a waste of life!

With a thought, he suddenly wanted Yin Lu'an to try his handicraft, so he immediately dismissed the idea of ​​calling the waiter.

Fei Yan arranged several plates of meat, spread a layer of paper on the iron plate, and drained an appropriate amount of oil. After a while, the temperature rose, and the oil began to make a "stinging, stinging" sound.

"Let me tell you, today you are the uncle, sit still and I will serve you!" Fei Yan held the scissors in his left hand and the clips in his right, like a chef who has perfected his cooking skills!

It's a pity that before he had time to show it, he was scalded by the oil splashed on the iron plate!

"Ouch!" The temperature of the oil was quite high, he let out a cry and then quickly returned his hand.

"what happened?"

Fei Yan wiped off the oil casually, and exhaled twice on his hands, "It's okay, I accidentally got burned by the oil. Wait a minute, I'll cut the meat and you—"

Before he finished speaking, his hand was gently grabbed by the person opposite.

Yin Lu'an stood next to him at some point, and was holding his hand gently at this time, his eyes were as serious as he was when he was arranging and combining in high school.

Fei Yan was in a daze for a moment when he looked at his face close at hand, with his beautiful jawline and well-defined and curly eyelashes.

Yin Lu'an stared at the skin that was obviously redder than other places, and frowned. He raised his eyes and met Fei Yan's gaze.

Only then did Fei Yan come back to his senses, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he was obviously not as strong as the other party. The exchange of glances just now made him uneasy, and there was a trace of panic in his voice at the moment: "You...I...It's okay Yes, you..." He wanted to say that you let go of your hand first, but after thinking about it, he felt that his tone was too firm.

Treating a person who saves him so hard is really a loss of etiquette. Although Fei Yan has no mother, his emotional intelligence has also been honed in the human world for more than 20 years.

Fei Yan suddenly felt a gentle breeze blowing over his hand, which was warm and slightly moist, like catkins flying in spring, and it was still itchy when it was blown.

He looked up and stood up from his seat in shock!

Fuck!Yin Lu Ann!The curator, who seemed cold and unapproachable, was actually facing his hand at this moment—huh!

Fei Yan's hand froze there, pull it back, the atmosphere has been heightened here, don't smoke it, the two of them are in such a strange posture in the store!

In addition, the skin on his hand was really itchy from blowing, and even his heart was itchy, so he spent a lot of time and energy——

He directly sealed the curator's mouth with his hand!

Yin Luan: "..."

Kiss...kissed fingers...and knocked teeth...

At that moment, Fei Yan felt——his snake bone bracelet started to get hot again!

He was still looking at the curator at this time, but he could see a different emotion from the other's eyes.

Yin Lu Anzui never left his hand, just staring at him tightly in this posture.

Fei Yan was extremely flustered, as if someone was playing drums in his heart, or someone was setting off fireworks by his ears.

What the hell is wrong with me...?

What's wrong with me...my heart rate, the temperature of my face, and Yin Lu'an...

What about him?Why does the bracelet get hot?How is he feeling?

Fei Yan had a hunch that he couldn't keep thinking about it, otherwise something serious would happen.

He pretended to have a hippie smile, "Just to disinfect the saliva... Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

It's a pity that Yin Lu'an's mouth was blocked by his hand, and he didn't raise a good-looking arc as he wished, and he was the only one in the store with a bright and slightly embarrassing smile, lingering around for three days, and it lasted for a long time.

Fei Yan put away his smile, a little discouraged.His cheeks were flushed, but his tone was shy: "Boss... let go... There are people in the room!"

Yin Lu'an finally removed her lips from his hand, and signaled with her eyes, "Sit down."

When Fei Yan asked him to sit down too, he found that he turned around and walked to the cashier.

Yin Lu'an's tall figure blocked the bored boss sitting there, and only uttered two simple words from his mouth.

"ice bag."

Fei Yan: "..."

I feel that the curator is not suitable for communicating with humans...

Boss: "..." Why do I feel the smell of death in him?

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Yin Lu'an's eyes became even colder.

The boss has goosebumps all over his body, damn this guy is deliberately finding fault!Forget the dog's life!So he stood up quickly: "Yes... yes! It's in the kitchen, I'll get it for you!" After finishing speaking, he went to the kitchen and ran out in less than two seconds.

Seeing Yin Luan coming with an ice pack, Fei Yan immediately felt that he was making a fuss over a molehill. He had never been a hypocritical person.

He was originally an abandoned child, and after crying, maybe history would repeat itself and be abandoned again.

It was just splashed by the oil star, and the child stopped crying about this kind of thing, let alone an adult of his age.

"I'm really fine!" Fei Yan shook his hand in front of his eyes, "Look, the red is not red anymore!"

Yin Lu'an didn't speak, but just looked at him fixedly, holding the ice pack in his hand and not letting go.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, Fei Yan put his hand in front of him helplessly.

Only then did Yin Lu'an withdraw her eyes from him, and carefully applied an ice pack to the wound that no longer existed.

He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, the orange light in the room hit his side face, and the usually sharp lines were much gentler now.

It was the first time for Fei Yan to observe him from this angle, and he was fascinated by it.

His thoughts were pulled back to his childhood, the orphanage where every brick and tile was a bit dilapidated, the night when the blisters on his hands were accidentally punctured and the pillow was so painful that he cried and wet the whole pillow, and the dean secretly stuffed them into his hands. Inside, a piece of white rabbit toffee.

He is grateful to the dean for allowing him to be educated in the most correct three views throughout his childhood.

But there are so many orphans in the hospital, there are always times when they are forgotten and neglected.No one would notice a barb in his hand, a bloodstain on his arm, and no one would bring a Band-Aid or bandage to him.

But this person in front of him...why does he care so much about himself?

He...why...

As soon as Yin Luan raised his eyes, he met Fei Yan's slightly red eyes, and the person in front of him immediately turned his face away as if he was afraid of being seen through.

Holding on to the ice pack, he spoke in a voice three minutes softer than usual.

"Don't feel indifferent."

Fei Yan turned his face back and faced him: "Huh?"

Yin Luan repeated again: "Don't feel indifferent. Human beings have always divided wounds into grades and grades. A sprained foot is a major injury. A cut by someone is a major injury. A scratched piece of skin is a minor injury. , being scalded by oil like you is a minor injury. Anyone who hurts internal organs is a major injury, and the pain of the flesh is a minor injury."

"But to me, your major injuries and minor injuries—all of them are classified as injuries."

The author has something to say: sugar is divided into three, six, and nine grades, this is three-point sugar, and there is half a pond behind, full sugar~~~~

The next two are still easy~~~

In fact, I haven't sorted out the outline of the third undead`~~ I'm hiding it~~~