we are just monsters

Chapter 11

At noon the rain stopped.

Xia Xiaoman sat on the roof of an old street, looking at a shop below from afar.

There was a black cat staring at her at the door.

For some reason, Xia Xiaoman felt a faint threat, and always felt that something dangerous would happen if he continued like this.

She struggled for a long time, but still didn't move, she just looked at that place.

The black cat yawned lazily, lying at the door of the store, half-closed its yellow eyes, and looked harmless to humans and animals.

"Since when was a broken black cat raised here?"

Xia Xiaoman scratched his head, got up with a low grunt, went to another street, and took a deep breath towards the croquette shop.

Very greedy.

It is basically impossible for Gu Cheng to buy it.

Looking for Chen Hua might scare the vampire half to death.

Look for Aunt Zhao Hong, she is working night shift these days, her day and night are upside down, she should still catch up on sleep.

so miserable...

Xia Xiaoman fluttered around, and finally returned to the roof, looking at Yaoyao and the black cat.

After a long time, maybe the cat felt that there was something wrong with her, and turned to lick its paw.

Xia Xiaoman approached quietly, and just after taking a step, the black cat turned back to stare at her again.

"You are a cat! Why are you the same as the door god!" Xia Xiaoman was annoyed.

She sadly discovered that ghosts really exist at the bottom.
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Chen Mengmeng flipped through the homework book that was collected today, flipping through one to the next, and then flipping back to look at the names, repeating this several times, raising her eyebrows.

"Why is Wang Rui's homework next to He Shufan's every time?"

Hearing this, Gu Cheng looked at her in surprise.

"These two children probably have something to do." Chen Mengmeng said.

"Well, is this a bit..."

"Would you like to bet?"

"No."

Gu Cheng refused, but after thinking about it carefully, it is true that Wang Rui often peeps at He Shufan.

Gossip seems to be an innate talent, and a novice teacher like Chen Mengmeng can guess like Sherlock Holmes in such a weird way to guess about his youthful crush.

"You also did this kind of thing when you were in school?" Gu Cheng flipped through his Chinese homework.

"Should... have done it."

Chen Mengmeng admitted generously, "I forgot who it was, I just had such an impression."

"Girls have so many thoughts."

Gu Cheng looked at He Shufan who was running outside, and wanted to laugh.

The child probably didn't know that there was a girl who was secretly in love with him, and Wang Rui's thought that she had hidden it well was already seen through by the teacher, so she just didn't say it.

young...

Regardless of whether he is open or dark, he has to hang up after graduation.

When school was over, the road surface was still wet, and the air was a little moist after the heavy rain. The little heat that had just accumulated at the end of May dissipated, and there was still water in the low-lying places.

"Goodbye, Teacher Gu!"

"goodbye!"

"Let's go, Teacher Li."

Li Mingcheng rode his bicycle and left slowly. Gu Cheng's battery car turned a corner and went to the vegetable market, where he bought some chicken legs, fragrant leaves, and some cinnamon.

Go home and put the chicken legs into the pot under cold water, pour two spoons of cooking wine, add ginger slices and shallots to blanch, and then adjust the sauce in a bowl.

There was movement in the living room, Xia Xiaoman seemed to think that coming out of the TV was not cool enough, so she fell from the roof instead. Not only that, she didn't stand up after she got down, but crawled over, as if not doing so was not enough to show her identity as a ghost.

The relaxation and joy that had been tainted at school all day were all taken away by her ghostly manner.

"Guess who I am?"

"..."

Gu Cheng couldn't figure out why she wanted to be like this, instead of being a ghost, she wanted to study movies.

It's better to be at school with a group of humans, at least those people don't stick their tongues out and think they're scary.

"Aren't I scary like this?" Xia Xiaoman lowered his head in disappointment.

"Not at all."

"Being a ghost is so weak. It can only scare people, but it has to be timid. Even cats and dogs can bark their teeth at me. There is nothing I can do about it."

"Stop watching movies. When have you seen news about ghosts fighting with people, and even choking their necks and pulling their hair?"

"It smells so good!"

Ginger slices, shallots, rock sugar, and other seasonings were put in the oil pan, and a scent permeated it. It was faint, but not very strong. Only Xia Xiaoman thought it was super fragrant, and was instantly attracted.

"Fragrant chicken legs, it's a pity you're a ghost, so you can't eat them." Gu Cheng stir-fried them, "It's nice to be a human."

Xia Xiaoman stood aside depressedly, thinking of ways to trick him into giving him a taste.

Gu Cheng poured the cooked soup into the pot, covered the chicken legs, turned on high heat and boiled, and fried another dish on the other side.

The aroma of food gradually filled the kitchen.

Gu Cheng's craftsmanship has always been improving, and he has lived for a long time. In this world, in terms of proficiency and recipes, there may be no one who can compare with him. It's just that he doesn't like trouble, and he only likes home-cooked food, so there is not much. room to play.

Xia Xiaoman always felt that even if he wasn't a teacher, he was a top-notch cook.

If you live for a long time, you can do whatever you want, unless you live thousands of years on pigs——

Even a pig can become a demon without dying.

In the simple kitchen, there is the sound of cutting vegetables, accompanied by the sound of ingredients being put into the oil pan.Xia Xiaoman, out of sight and out of mind, sat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling.

If only she was alive.

When the food was ready, Gu Cheng wiped his hands and came out of the living room, offering a stick of incense to Xia Xiaoman.

She stood aside in a low mood, this guy definitely did it on purpose.

But when Gu Cheng put the chicken leg over as a sacrifice, the girl was instantly happy.

"I haven't made any progress for so many years." Gu Cheng patted her head, just like back then, she could squint and smile for a long time after eating a chicken leg.

Xia Xiaoman ate the chicken drumsticks contentedly, "Why do I have my share all of a sudden?"

"Anyway, you're still Qing'er." Gu Cheng also handled the dishes on the table so that she could eat them.

"I'm not."

"No, it's not." Gu Cheng smiled silently, looking at her young face.

It was like going back to the past, in the small farm yard at that time, Qing'er sat quietly at the table, waiting for dinner.

"Does it hurt you from stepping on it in the morning?"

"It hurts!"

Gu Cheng knew that ghosts didn't feel much pain, and she was heartless. After watching the movie, she pretended to be a coconut and crawled around, "If you crawl around in my room without making a sound, you'll beat your hand."

There was nothing wrong with her, she just didn't want to leave.

After all, the life of a mortal is still too short, unbelievably short, and in the blink of an eye, so many high-spirited characters are turned into dust, leaving a few strokes in history.

Even more, no traces can be left, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

"You're not giving me a farewell meal, are you? Will you save me after eating?" Xia Xiaoman's chewing movements gradually slowed down, and he looked at Gu Cheng suspiciously. With this guess, the chicken legs became less fragrant.

"Eat yours with peace of mind."

"Ah! I know! You are guilty! I will hide under your bed for a while at night, and let you step on it when you get up to pee!"

"Find a fight."

Chen Hua came over the wall smelling the fragrance, and was about to chat for a while, when he saw Gu Cheng burning incense, muttering to the air, talking to something, his face turned pale, and he turned around in a low voice. Going to sneak away.

"Uncle Chen just came and left."

"Don't pay attention to him, it's not very smart."

Gu Cheng turned around and picked up the chopsticks, and ate with Xia Xiaoman. The master and apprentice sat together again just like before.

Chen Hua returned to his small courtyard anxiously.

Zhao Hong dressed up and was about to go out. She was wearing a small white coat, A-line skirt, flat shoes, thin waist and long legs. Unlike Chen Hua, although she was of the same middle-aged blood race, she knew how to dress up. She was a standard beautiful woman. More attractive than a young girl.

"What are you doing?" She asked Chen Hua.

"You don't know that you work night shift these days, that old Gu..."

Chen Hua told Zhao Hong about Gu Cheng raising a ghost in this way.

"Maybe it's Qing'er? I haven't seen her for a long time. I'll go see her!"

After hearing what he said, Zhao Hong turned around and walked towards Gu Cheng.

Chen Hua stood there blankly, he was really scared.

"Don't you know what a ghost is? It will come out of the mirror closet toilet."

(End of this chapter)