we are just monsters

Chapter 35
Saturday, cloudy.

Gu Cheng sat in front of the window and read a book. It was a very ordinary "Nineteen Eighty-Four". Xia Xiaoman didn't know where he went.

Many people think that longevity is very painful. In fact, it’s just that everyone’s mood is different. In the past, it was a bit annoying to see people keep calling, but in the past 300 years, there have been new surprises. The world is changing every moment. The unpredictable future is really interesting.

The only thing he was worried about was that before the interstellar era, nuclear bombs floated around first, everyone died, and living in an extremely lonely world, longevity would become troublesome at that time.

It is painful to think about waiting for the survivors to develop again.

Otherwise, why do so many novels require cultivating immortals? This means that most people still yearn for longevity. Not only do they cultivate immortals themselves, but also many people cultivate immortals together, so that they will not be lonely. You take my treasure, and I will smash your Nascent Soul Lively and lively is what people yearn for.

Chen Hua didn't want to lie in the coffin and become moldy, and went to be a security guard and bragging. Zhao Hong, as a noble angel in white, was busy every day without touching the ground.

Gu Cheng took a sip of tea, and wanted Xia Xiaoman to calculate whether it would rain today, and Xia Xiaoman came back.

She also changed her clothes, the dress turned into jeans, and she wore a small white coat, which looked dashing and capable.

Xia Xiaoman was not used to stepping on his high heels twice, and walked awkwardly. He was a little angry, and he didn't know why he was angry, so he just floated up.

"Where did you get the clothes?" Gu Cheng suspected that she went to some grave to steal them.

"You don't care where I come from, isn't it pretty?"

"If you haven't worn high heels, don't wear them, and you won't be able to look like Zhao Hong."

"You like my bare feet?"

"As you like."

Gu Cheng turned around and faced out the window, "Will it rain today?"

"I don't know, what are you looking at?" Xia Xiaoman was as lazy as Gu Cheng.

Disciples have always been used to give orders. After becoming a teacher, some things that can be done by disciples are rarely done by themselves.

Gu Cheng dispatched Xia Xiaoman, but Xia Xiaoman was unwilling to move, so he took out his mobile phone and sent Zhou Xiaotian a WeChat message.

Gu Cheng: [Will it rain today? ]

Zhou Xiaotian: [?Are you still addicted? ]

Gu Cheng: [Red envelope]

Zhou Xiaotian: [There will be a little rain in the afternoon]

Gu Cheng put away his mobile phone and got up to go out. He planned to go for a walk when he was fine, so that the girl was shocked that he was fine.

"Why do you keep going to other girls!" Xia Xiaoman was furious, as if he was pretending to be ascetic, "You look young!"

"Do you remember the little widow next door?"

"You like that?"

Xia Xiaoman recalled that the little widow was in good shape, with a slender waist and buttocks, twisting and turning all day long, she often poohed behind her back.

"You are very similar to her. When you have nothing to do, you can knock melon seeds, and you like to construct something that catches the wind and shadows."

"You are the one!"

Xia Xiaoman's memory was interrupted, and he went out with Gu Cheng behind him.

Gu Cheng ignored her, talking so much after death.

The wind outside is a bit cool, the sweltering heat of last night is gone, and there are still many people on the road on a cloudy day.

A girl dressed in the same cool clothes is walking on the street, her white arms and legs are not as dazzling as on sunny days. Gu Cheng feels that it is a pity that if Xia Xiaoman was born 50 years later, she will probably be one of the young girls who can go to school freely, study in colleges, and become A modern intellectual chooses his favorite industry to spend his whole life.

Xia Xiaoman wrapped her clothes, she would feel cold when there were many people, even so, she still stubbornly followed Gu Cheng on the street.

"It's very good now. If you want to reincarnate, you will also become one of them, wear beautiful clothes and live a life that suits you, instead of being a lonely ghost. Only I can see you."

"I'd rather not be reincarnated." Xia Xiaoman said.

"Mr. Gu, where are you going?"

A shout made Gu Cheng and Xia Xiaoman turn their heads, and Chen Mengmeng came across the street wearing sunglasses.

"I wander around."

"I seem to see you talking to someone?"

Chen Mengmeng wasn't too sure, she looked around and saw that Gu Cheng was wearing a mask, she just had that illusion.

Just now I saw Gu Cheng walking slowly over there from a distance, as if he was accompanied by someone, walking with someone is different from walking alone on the road.

"No one spoke, only myself." Gu Cheng said calmly.

Xia Xiaoman raised his eyebrows, looked at Gu Cheng maliciously, and rubbed the ends of his hair against his chin, getting very close.

Gu Cheng didn't seem to realize it.

"Haha, go shopping by yourself? Do you want me to take you there to have fun?" Chen Mengmeng gave up guessing and said to Gu Cheng.

Xia Xiaoman turned her head to look at her. Chen Mengmeng in front of her was in her 20s, wearing a suspender dress, probably because she seldom wore skirts when she was a teacher, and she didn’t wear long trousers on weekends. .

"She has a crush on you, Teacher Gu." Xia Xiaoman said to Gu Cheng with a smile.

Gu Cheng raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "What a coincidence, I have an appointment with someone."

"Oh, okay."

Chen Mengmeng didn't care, she raised her head and said, "Then I'll go play by myself."

"Ah."

The moment Chen Mengmeng turned around, Gu Cheng poked Xia Xiaoman with his finger, and Xia Xiaoman, who was almost close to his face, backed away.

"Why don't you look like a jealous woman? Are you happy to see me like this?"

"Not very happy either."

Xia Xiaoman raised his head and looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back. He was actually super happy and fun.

"If you really have something to do with others, I will come out and watch when you two are humming, to see if you can continue."

Xia Xiaoman suddenly thought of something and acted sinisterly, sticking his hair to his face, looking like a ghost on TV.

"What's on your mind."

Gu Cheng looked around, reached out and tapped her on the head, the more he didn't do anything, the more he liked to fantasize about it.

"Give me a bouquet of flowers, Wang Aimin!" Xia Xiaoman pointed to the nearby flower shop.

"The president of your own grave."

"..."

Xia Xiaoman's chest felt tight.

"I don't have a grave."

"Shall I help you make a tomb?" Gu Cheng thought about it, at least it's not too much to be a master and apprentice.

Engraving words on the tombstone is worth living in this life and leaving a name in the world.

"What do I want the Clothes Tomb for?"

"Grass can grow on the head of the grave, and flowers can also grow. You can make it in the mountains in the south. There are many wild tombs there. If you reincarnate there, you may still see the tombstone of your previous life."

Gu Cheng stopped here for a while, and looked at Xia Xiaoman carefully.

"What do you see me doing?" Xia Xiaoman was suspicious.

"You died at such a young age, and you are still sane until now, maybe you didn't have a previous life?"

Gu Cheng guessed that it is not that there are no wandering souls who have stayed for a long time, but they are all in places with extremely dark air. Some deep palace backyards still have lonely souls from more than 100 years ago who are unwilling to leave.

But Xia Xiaoman was not in that kind of place.

(End of this chapter)