Qin Kun was also tired and fell asleep at some point.

When I got up again, it was already dark.

The smell of smoke in the bedroom was gone, and there was a humidifier with flavor dripping next to it. The grapefruit smell smoke seemed to be the same as the grapefruit skin, which had the effect of purifying the odor.

Qin Kun left the house in confusion.

The living room was neatly tidy, including several "Hell Sutra Change Pictures" that Qin Kun never paid attention to on the wall, and was also dusted off. When was there a sweeping robot at home, Qin Kun didn't know, and when was there a feather duster, he didn't know. As for the big scorpion pillow that suddenly appeared on the sofa, and the lazy sofa that fell into it when it sat down in the living room, Qin Kun didn't know where it came from.

The clothes have been washed, and Qin Kun is carrying the clean pajamas on his arms. Although they are not as manly as his home T-shirt, they seem to have a different feeling.

"Hello."

Qin Kun shouted when he saw a figure busy in the kitchen.

It was a woman with her hair tied behind her head, a lollipop in her mouth, and a spatula poked in the pot.

"Huh?" The woman turned her head and looked at Qin Kun with a confusion with her black gem-like eyes.

Qin Kun was stunned for a moment with delicate facial features, fair skin, and the apron he wore. Du Qinghan turned around and saw him feeling a little rippled for some reason.

"Well, where is the T-shirt in my wardrobe?" Qin Kun asked with his emotions under control.

"I've washed it all, I bought the pajamas in your hand for you. Do you like it?"

The woman's attitude is particularly cold, and Qin Kun has a strange feeling, as if she wants to be closely related to her life, but is also alienated from feelings.

Qin Kun was a little frustrated: "This is my home."

"Well, what do you want to say?"

"You don't know me now?"

"Yes, I don't know why, some memories are gone."

"You don't know me, you clean the house, wash clothes, and are still cooking in the kitchen. Why?"

Du Qinghan bit the lollipop in his mouth and threw it into the trash can accurately with a small stick.

"I remember I said before that my uncle died, the shopkeeper at home died, and now Gu Shunzi is almost dead. I want you to remember me, at least make me feel that I am alive, that's it." Du Qinghan answered seriously.

"You are crazy!" Qin Kun replied.

Du Qinghan poured a pot of stewed vegetables into a large bowl, took the bowl back to the living room, and said as he walked: "As long as people in this world can be influenced by emotions, they are all crazy, and saints are indifferent. I am not a saint, and I care very much whether others remember me, can't it?"

“There are many ways to make others remember you!”

"But I don't want irrelevant people to remember me. That doesn't make sense to me."

Qin Kun remembered that Du Qinghan once said that she robbed the tomb to explore the meaning of life. Now it seems that she has been exploring it almost. She has not said any fragments of memory and is still so philosophical about speaking. She has never discussed things with others so much. She can roughly understand what she said, but she doesn't understand at all.

Well, it is ridiculous to bother to understand a person who explores the meaning of life, and it seems that he is ignorant, so it is better to fill his stomach with reality.

The bowl was stewed with stewed vegetables, and Du Qinghan moved out another steamer. The pot was filled with hot steamed buns, and there were pickles and chili sauce in the small plate. In the other pot, there was porridge.

Du Qinghan is from the north, and this table of dishes is also made from the north.

Last time I came to Du Qinghan, I couldn’t even cook noodles. This time I learned how to cook from somewhere, which is quite suitable for my appetite.

Qin Kun was having a meal, and all the ghost messengers came out.

Some curious people, such as Eunuch Chang, and the Tea Fairy Ghost, are quietly asking, "Who is that woman?"

"Miss Du, it seems that he is probably the mistress." He peeled the grass branch in his mouth and saw a table of fragrant food. He swallowed his saliva, and he wanted to eat it too.

"Miss mother?"

Eunuch Chang was stunned. This was a big deal. He looked at the skin and said, "Do you want to combine the eight characters? Although the family cannot marry a wife, he has also heard the four words "Good lover Tiancheng" in the palace. If the eight characters are not combined, something will happen!"

Peeling and curling his lips: "Take it down, you're superstitious."

Eunuch Chang was furious: "We are all ghosts, can't we still be superstitious!"

Peeling was stunned: "What you said makes sense, but I have to practice."

The ghost messengers who watched the fun dispersed one after another, so it would be better to leave the living room for the master first. If you look at things you shouldn't see and get jealous of what you shouldn't have seen, it would be a waste of money.

Niu Meng also glanced at the two people who were eating, patted Eunuch Chang's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice: "Old Chang, don't care about other people's business, be careful of being detained for offerings."

"Is this a nostalgic business?! This is a lifelong event for our master!"

Niu Meng curled his lips: "Old Niu thinks that except for the two of them, the rest of the people are idle people. The idle people must be idle people. This is right? Besides, you are not even a human being, you are a ghost! Why do you care about so much?"

When Eunuch Chang saw Niu Meng leave, he looked shocked and speechless for a while.

After dinner, Qin Kun saw Du Qinghan washing the pot and washing dishes, while he sat on the sofa with a confused look on his face.

I pinched myself a few times, feeling that I was not dreaming.

I went out to do hard work for a month. Did God see me overworking and bring blessings? I gave me a girl and could do housework, wash clothes and cook. This was so good...

However, Du Qinghan did not like to communicate with Qin Kun, and was always cold. After finishing his work, he did his own business, watched his own TV, played with his own mobile phone, and even went out for a walk by himself. Until he went to bed, he just slept in the master bedroom and left a door for Qin Kun.

Qin Kun was curious and thought there was a surprise, but he rushed to the front of him, so he hurriedly shrank out again. Hearing the flying knife stabbed behind the door, Qin Kun sighed and said, "It's better to go back to the study to sleep." If the tofu is not eaten and the little brother is cut, it will be a tragedy. With Du Qinghan's current state, this kind of thing really may happen.

With more individuals and no communication, Qin Kun can only do his own thing. He has a long night and no intention to sleep. After taking a shower, he felt that the Ten Dead City should be a good place.

...

...

Golden clouds, scorched earth, blood mist.

Qin Kun fell from mid-air, adjusting his body shape vigorously and landing steadily.

The Wuming District became Genshan Prison, everything familiar became strangers, and the characters closely related to him disappeared. After several times, Qin Kun had become accustomed to the new Ten Dead City.

Kunlun Tomb is a bit deserted, but this is the most comfortable place for ghost messengers. When they come here, they are theoretically unrestrained.

Qin Kun suddenly remembered something.

“Skin!”

When she was just fighting with the hanged ghost, she was stunned when she heard Qin Kun call him and hurried over.

"Brother Kun, is there something wrong?" Skin is suspicious.

Qin Kun flipped his palm and took out an urn in the elastic space: "I like you."
Chapter completed!