BE Crazy Demon Survival System

Although it was said that this small church was forcibly arranged as a Chinese teacher, Xu Qichen liked this place very much. Perhaps it was this profession that gave him a sense of security in his comfort zone. I don't know why, he seems to be born with a physique that attracts children. The teacher the children here rely on most is Xu Qichen.

It's easy to teach them to learn Chinese characters every day. The only worry is his own life experience. Knowing that this timed bomb will explode sooner or later, but he can't see the countdown, this is what makes him most flustered.

"Have you not been in contact with your young master recently?"

Xu Qichen, who was squatting on the ground, raised his head and looked at Lin Nianzhi who was aloft.

"He has been very busy lately, and he doesn't think he can take care of me."

Lin Nianzhi also squatted down and patted the little girl who was leaning against Xu Qichen while holding a branch and writing on the mud. "Yunniu, it's cold outside. Go to the room and write. Aunt Zhang brought you brown sugar biscuits."

The little girl happily patted her **** and ran back to the small house.

Xu Qichen frowned, his eyes sharp, "Is something wrong with Song Yuanyan?"

Lin Nianzhi said, "I also heard people say that Song Yuanyan had a serious illness. He had a high fever for several days and stayed in the hospital for several days."

The hand that was holding the branch on the ground silently paused for a while, then spoke again after a while, "Are you discharged now?"

"You are really terribly calm." Lin Nianzhi looked sideways and looked puzzled. "Isn't Song Yuanyan your lover?"

"So I know him better than any of you." Xu Qichen threw away the branch in his hand, patted the dust on his gown, and turned away.

Lin Nianzhi was left sitting in place.

Strange, isn't this person always gentle and polite?

How did it feel that he was angry.

Lin Nianzhi couldn't figure it out, and didn't bother to think about it. After a foreign language class, he hurried back to attend the reception. Before leaving, he asked Xu Qichen, "Should I take a vacation?"

Xu Qichen patronized the children to see the exercises, without raising his head, "What are you doing on leave?"

Lin Nianzhi glared at him, "Are you not going to visit the sick?"

Xu Qichen bent over and carefully drew circles on the study, "These are all other characters, I have to change them later, do you remember them." After the explanation, he looked at Lin Nianzhi, "No."

"It's weird, I'm a half principal, and I begged the teacher to take leave." Lin Nianzhi's young lady had a temper again, "Will you go or not? Anyway, it's not the one I like. I worry about it. doing what."

Xu Qichen glanced at her and said in a very calm tone, "Maybe the person you like will also go to the reception. Go back and dress up."

When he said this, Lin Nianzhi's face turned red all at once, and his words began to feel uncomfortable, "What, I, I don't have anyone I like."

Xu Qichen thought, your personality is called Tsundere in modern society.

Lin Nianzhi, who was irritated by him, left without looking back. Xu Qichen continued to finish the class, only to find that he was the only teacher left in the whole school when he came out.

Is everyone doing anything today?

Surprisingly, the eldest sister who was in charge of cooking and watching the children also changed clothes and walked out, smiling at him, "Mr. Sun will not be reunited with his family today?"

"Reunion?" Xu Qichen looked suspicious, and the eldest sister laughed when she saw it. "Mr. must be confused by reading. Today is Laba. I have cooked a lot of Laba porridge in the kitchen. There is plenty of surplus for the children. Eat some and go home."

Xu Qichen smiled, "Thank you very much. I'll eat it later."

I have become accustomed to modern life. When I came to the Republic of China, I had to live according to the lunar calendar. For a while, I was really unaccustomed to it. I didn't expect it to be Laba Festival today. It's a pity that Sun Lin, a character with a complicated life experience, can be regarded as homeless to some extent during the holidays.

The long-lost 0901 suddenly went online, "Mr. Xu, hello."

Xu Qichen replied in his heart, "Long time no see."

0901: "I have been testing recently, so I don't have time to communicate with you emotionally, Mr. Xu."

Xu Qichen: "Very good, I don't really look forward to this kind of exchange."

The tone of 0901 that was run on is still the same, "Mr. Xu, I have always been very confused about one question. Why do most of the protagonists in your novels do not have a complete and warm family background? Some do not even mention family. ."

It was too cold outside, Xu Qichen walked back to the church, closed the door, and opened a Bible on the table.

"Mr. Xu, are you refusing to answer my question?"

Xu Qichen said, "I am curious about the privacy of others. I think this hobby is a human patent."

0901 paused, "Well, sorry Mr. Xu."

Xu Qichen looked down at the Bible. It didn't seem to have any effect, but the black box with memories in his heart was overturned long ago, and the long-stained memories resurfaced.

He doesn't like festivals, especially the various traditional festivals that advertise the warm words of family reunion.

Containing low-emotional thoughts, wandering among the dense handwriting in this dilapidated Bible, drifting further and further, the colorful stained glass in front of you has become a small window in the ordinary family, and the time has turned back to the one in the first semester of high school. winter vacation.

He is also like now, sitting alone by the window reading a book, and the TV in the living room is playing the Spring Festival Gala that no one is watching. It is noisy, as if someone really is celebrating this reunion festival.

It was getting dark, and he wondered if he should cook some quick-frozen dumplings. As soon as he walked out of the bedroom, he remembered that his aunt would be able to get off work later, and he decided to wait until she came back to eat.

Back in the empty room, the phone rang without warning. Looking at the beating name on it, Xu Qichen's heart was paralyzed for a moment, and he could only stare blankly for a while without connecting.

When the ringtone stopped abruptly, he realized that he had missed the call. Holding the phone, he was worried about whether to call it back, but he was afraid that the other party had just made a mistake while sliding the address book.

What did you say?

-Happy New Year.

—You too, happy new year.

That's it, this kind of uncomfortable polite remarks, let's not say. Xu Qichen buckled the phone on the table, his eyes returned to the page, the words were still those words, but he couldn't understand them.

The bell rang again, startling him.

He hesitated and picked up the phone again, still with the name just now.

Two times, it shouldn't be a mistake.

Gritting his teeth and connected the phone.

"Hey……"

The phone was very noisy, and the sound of the car whistling was very different from his lifelessness here.

"Xu Qichen? Are you at home?"

His voice was so loud that Xu Qichen's ears were itchy, "I'm here."

"Then what..." The other coughed a few times, "I'm downstairs in your house."

"What?" I was so surprised that I just blurted out, "You, why are you..."

"I didn't lie to you, is there anyone in your family? Can you come down?"

His voice is very clear, passing through the vague and noisy background, melting into the electric current to reach his ears. Xu Qichen didn't know why, his heart was pounding faster and faster, but it was extremely difficult to open his mouth.

"Can't you? You have guests in your house?"

"No..." The Adam's apple moved unnaturally, "There is no one in my house, wait a minute, I will go down with a coat."

I hung up the phone in a hurry, ran to the living room wearing cotton slippers, took a white long down jacket hung on the hanger in the hallway and put it on my body, and looked in the mirror before opening the door.

It looks like a cylindrical rice cake.

It was too cold. Xu Qichen buckled the hat on the back of the down jacket as he went downstairs, and the zipper was pulled to the top. He didn't know why, but he was always hesitating in his heart.

Isn't it a prank?

Why didn't you ask him just now, why did you come here?

Mistakes, if it is really a prank, I can only blame myself for being too stupid.

Thinking about it this way, I became less and less expectant. I didn't expect that when I got out the stairs, I really saw a tall and thin figure wearing a red down jacket, standing among a pile of children with fireworks. It looked very New Year's atmosphere.

With his back to himself, Xu Qichen walked over and coughed slightly.

"You're down." He turned around, holding an insulated lunch box in his hand, "I got dumplings for you."

Xu Qichen was puzzled, and glanced at him.

The other party's hand tugged the woolen hat on top of his head, "Did you not give me your lunch last time? I want to pay your favor... No, you can't say that... I just want to feed you our house. It’s not right..." He said the more he said, the more unclear he became, "I’m really poor in expressing skills, anyway, you can accept it, although I know you should have it, but... anyway, you should try it. "

Xu Qichen was holding the lunch box, his cold palms were picking up the heat little by little, and there was an inexplicable joy. He looked at the person in front of him who was about to leave, and finally said the first sentence: "Is your family already eating New Year's Eve dinner?"

"Yeah." He always felt that his woolen hat was not right, so he pulled it off and rubbed his hair. "I ate at five o'clock. There are so many people. All the seven aunts and eight aunts are here, many relatives. I don’t even know. I’m playing cards at home now, I don’t have a place to stay."

The ending of the last sentence has some grievances. Xu Qichen lowered his head, not knowing what to say, so he could only say thank you softly.

"It's okay, the taste is not guaranteed... You must finish it!" His hand gripped the woolen hat tightly, "Then I..."

"I'm home." / "Are you going to go up and sit down?"

The two sentences sounded at the same time, the voices were vague, and they stuck together like rice cakes, but the other party quickly grasped the point, and the black pupils were bright, like a small match struck away in the middle of the night.

"Really okay?" His expression narrowed, looking at the child who was having fun, rubbing his hands unnaturally, "I'm so cold."

"Yeah." Xu Qichen turned around, holding the lunch box, and stepped up the steps. The steps seemed to hang with syrup, and every step of the way became extremely difficult.

Want to look back, but can't afford the courage.

In this way, I walked slowly through the three floors that I had to walk every day.

He touched the key in his pocket and opened the door. Xu Qichen bent over and took his own slippers. "You wear my slippers. My house only has two pairs of slippers. You can't wear my aunt's."

"how about you?"

Xu Qichen didn't speak, and took a pair of thick furry floor socks on his feet. "This is all you need."

"Your home is similar to what I imagined."

Xu Qichen took off his jacket and increased the temperature of the air conditioner by a few degrees, "Really."

"Well, like yours, it's very quiet and comfortable." After speaking, he explained again, "I mean it's very comfortable to get along."

Xu Qichen still did not speak, and silently poured him a cup of hot water.

The two people sat on the sofa, watching the Spring Festival Gala, which is worse than the year, and opened the little insulated lunch box.

Xu Qichen looked at the dumplings inside. Every one of them was strangely shaped. He could hardly find a beautiful one, which was rare enough.

"Who cooks in your family?"

"my mother?"

"Is cooking delicious?"

"Of course." The other party smiled very proudly, showing two small tiger teeth.

Xu Qichen lowered his head and looked at the unrecognizable dumplings.

Then it shouldn't be your mother's bag.

He has a bad appetite, but now unexpectedly wants to eat dumplings, so he took the chopsticks and gave him a pair by the way.

The other party was sneaky, and he had to poke lightly before each clip, just like the uncle selling watermelon, he always had to pat it to think it was a good melon. Xu Qichen thought he was strange, but didn't say much , Eating silently.

Although it doesn't look great inside, it tastes good.

The other party ate quickly, each bite without chewing carefully, and in a blink of an eye there was a lonely one left in the box. He pushed the box in front of Xu Qichen and motioned for him to eat this one.

Xu Qichen glanced at him, his voice was low, "I can't eat anymore..."

He swallowed the dumplings in his mouth laboriously, frowning his brows, "Don't, there is only one left... how bad."

Xu Qichen sighed, picked up the bulging white dumplings, and took a bite.

There was a creak.

it hurts.

He spit out the dumplings in the box and dialed it with his chopsticks.

This is... a hard candy?

Looking sideways at the feeder in surprise, he smiled happily than when he had just watched the sketch.

"Congratulations! You are too lucky to have the only sugar heart auspicious dumpling in our family!" His deep eyes were bent into a crescent moon, "You will be very lucky in the coming year."

what……

The strange smell of this lucky dumpling still remained in his mouth, and Xu Qichen stared at the hard candy that had not completely melted away.

What brand of sugar is this?

too sweet. Sweet sour tongue.

Hearing the sound of a car outside, Xu Qichen stood up, held the Bible in his hand and pushed open the door. As he expected, a person came down from the black foreign car, wearing a dark green coat, and when he saw Xu Qichen he laughed from a distance.

How can I feel that Cao Cao has arrived?

They are not the same person. Xu Qichen took a step back, trying to close the door.

"Hey!" Song Yuanyan ran over in a hurry, grabbed the door panel, and almost got his fingers stuck, "Why do you want to hide when you see me."

Xu Qichen seemed to be angry, breaking his fingers hard. Song Yuanyan smiled very flatteringly, and squeezed in abruptly, "What's wrong, is it because I didn't see you?"

Xu Qichen remained silent, and saw him squeeze in, so he walked out holding the book.

Song Yuanyan just followed him closely like this, without leaving a step, "How are you doing here? Why did I see you lose weight. Have you eaten Laba porridge?"

Xu Qichen walked to his residence silently, opened the door, and was about to shut him out, but was still taken advantage of by this cunning guy and squeezed in smoothly.

"Don't be angry, who is your body if you are angry?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Qichen turned around and looked at him coldly, staring at Song Yuanyan's hair all over, and finally he said, "Master came out of the hospital and went home to change clothes?"

Song Yuanyan was stunned for a moment, looked down at his complete shirt, tie and coat jacket, touched the tip of his nose, and asked with a guilty conscience, "How do you know?"

Xu Qichen took a match from the table and lit the charcoal basin. "It smells like disinfectant water."

Song Yuanyan understood why Xu Qichen was angry. He cleared his hoarse throat and sat on Xu Qichen's bed, "I told them clearly, no one is allowed to say anything, I can't tell you..."

Xu Qichen stood up and grabbed Song Yuanyan's collar, "Then you go out and don't have to come. Even if you die outside, you don't need to ask someone to tell me to save me from going to worship."

Song Yuanyan was startled, grabbed Xu Qichen's arm, brought him into his arms, and hugged him tightly, "I didn't keep it from you on purpose, I just don't want you to worry..."

Xu Qichen struggled for a while, and suddenly felt that his body temperature was too high. He lifted his hanging forehead, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead in his arms.

It's hot.

pissed off. Sad. Distressed. Resentful. All the emotions were rubbed together rudely, and they were stuffed into the chest, unable to go up or down, making it even more annoying.

"What do you do after firing like this?" Xu Qichen wanted to get out of his arms, but was tied tighter. This time it was Song Yuanyan's forehead that took the initiative to lean up, and Xu Qichen's nose was gently rubbed against Xu Qichen. The tip of her nose is like a pet that has lost her love.

"I miss you so much, I thought, if I get sick, I can come back to you."

His voice became hoarse because of the high fever, like a rough sandpaper, which made Xu Qichen's heart itchy and painful.

Song Yuanyan raised Xu Qichen's hand and placed it on his face, "Don't be angry, I won't be like this next time."

Xu Qichen sighed, trying to get angry and suppressed, "Next time you get sick by yourself, I will never see you again."

After holding back for a long time, there was no deterrent to what he said.

Obviously the health is not good, but also deliberately got sick.

If you don't cherish yourself so much, you just die, and you don't have to do the task.

As soon as this thought emerged from the little black room in his heart, Xu Qichen repented, especially looking at his face.

Perhaps it was because I was near the church and felt a little more awe at this kind of prayer-like inner monologue.

Forget it, if you take back that sentence, you don't have to die.

Can't die. Let him stay ill, no matter what.

I changed my request, but after thinking about it carefully, I didn't seem to be able to get any benefits. If he has been sick, wouldn't he have to take care of him?

Forget it, take this sentence back...

Don't make him sick.

I am really a troubled prayer.

"What are you thinking about?" Song Yuanyan seemed to notice Xu Qichen's distraction, and squeezed the tip of his chin, "so absorbed."

Xu Qichen slapped his hand away, "It's nothing. Tell me honestly, why is it sick?"

Song Yuanyan smiled, showing two small tiger teeth, "It's just... taking several cold baths or something..."

Xu Qichen squeezed Song Yuanyan's neck with his hand, applying a little force, "Will it be like this in the future?"

Song Yuanyan shook his head immediately, "Don't dare, sir."

The sudden name made Xu Qichen stunned. What, it's like a role playing.

Released his hand. No, isn't what I have always done is role-playing? Why do you feel embarrassed.

As I was thinking, I was kissed suddenly, and the perpetrator was still grinning, "Mister is distracted again."

Xu Qichen pushed him away, walked to the table and sat down, opened the Bible that he hadn't read just now, and asked softly, "Have you taken medicine?"

"I only came after eating."

With the desk next to the bed, Song Yuanyan sat on the side of the bed, moved to the side of Xu Qichen, and lay down on the table looking at Xu Qichen, "Mother is afraid that I will get sick again, so I will take you back this time."

"I won't go back."

Song Yuanyan grabbed Xu Qichen's wrist, "That won't work, you have to go back with me, I've spent so much effort, you...cough cough coughing" and covering his mouth, coughing non-stop.

Xu Qichen stretched out his hand and patted him on the back, "You can stop for a while, little ancestor."

Song Yuanyan suffocated his cough for a while, holding Xu Qichen's hand without loosening, "...You can't stay here anyway, you have to go back with me." He let out a long sigh of relief, "You will only be mine from now on. Mr."

When he was inadvertently pulled into his arms, Song Yuanyan lowered his head and kissed his lips. When the two layers of softness met, there was an indescribable comfort and throbbing that broke through the shackles.

He controlled the back of Xu Qichen's head with his hand, and rubbed his hair roots slightly, making Xu Qichen unable to leave. The long-lost kiss caused a fire in the hearts of both people, hot and hot.

Feeling the tip of his tongue against his teeth, Xu Qichen's surviving sense of breath made Xu Qichen free from his arms, as if he had been infected, his face was hot, his mouth was dry, his whole body was weak, all kinds of unspeakable The symptoms spread.

"Can't..." Xu Qichen's chest was slightly heaving, "Can't be here."

Song Yuanyan's face showed a non-smiling expression, and put his arms around his waist, "Sir, why not?"

Xu Qichen stood up on the table, pretending to be serious, "You call me husband, I always have to teach you courtesy and integrity."

Song Yuanyan smiled, "Oh? Sir, let's talk about it, what is propriety, righteousness and shame?"

Xu Qichen stood up straight, but his voice didn't have much confidence, "A gentleman should restrain himself and give up his selfish desires."

Song Yuanyan nodded thoughtfully, but his actions did not stop at all. He stood up and hugged him, lowered his head, and gently licked from under his ears to the side of his neck, "Sir, continue."

Xu Qichen pushed Song Yuanyan, "Hey! Don't make fun of you, it's not possible here!"

Song Yuan said a rogue, "Why not, who said it is not?"

Xu Qichen slid his hands on the table and just hit the shabby Bible. He grabbed it and took a picture of Song Yuanyan's chest, "God."

Song Yuanyan raised his eyebrows.

"Leviticus 20:13: If a man has fornication with a man, and the two of them have done an abominable thing, they will always be put to death, and the crime will be on them." Xu Qichen's chin was raised outward, and the window was just right You can see the top of the church spire.

Song Yuanyan took the Bible and put it on the table, "I have a good memory." After saying that, he took off his coat and jacket, threw it on the table, and violently turned Xu Qichen over on the bed, supporting him with one hand. On the side of his face, his other hand pulled off his tie, and he lowered his head and smiled.

"Then... Mr. Guowen who restrains himself and restores courtesy..."

There is a sickly hoarseness in the consistently low tone, and the hotness of him can almost be felt through the thin air.

"Do you want to commit a crime with me?"