My Death God Roommate

Sang Tong was sitting in front of the dressing table with all kinds of bottles and jars. Sang Tong, who didn't like makeup since then, also started using these things.

As soon as she covered the cyan under her eyes with a concealer pen, she saw that there was an extra fine line in the corner of her eyes, and her heart suddenly became angry. She picked up the pillow that fell on the ground and slammed it at the person on the bed with a "swish".

As soon as Su Sifang raised his hand, he skillfully caught the pillow and hugged it in his arms, with one hand wrapped around his head and leaning on the head of the bed to smile at Sang Tong.

Sang Tong stood on the bed with her waist pinched and pointed at Su Sifang and shouted: "From now on, up to three times a month! When I was young, I was like a tree. Old couples and old wives come here with me!"

Grinding the corner of his eyes, he motioned to Su Sifang to look: "Look at my crow's feet. From now on, you must ensure that you sleep for eight hours a day! Or sleep in separate rooms!"

Su Sifang leaned comfortably on the head of the bed, with a strange arc in the corner of his mouth.

She didn't tell Sang Tong, who has always had excellent eyesight, that she suddenly became short-sighted last year, and she couldn't hear or see clearly.

It's just that Su Sifang has always had a doubt in his heart: Didn't the book say that a woman is thirty like a wolf and forty like a tiger? Why did the people who haunted them every night when they were young, suddenly withered at this age when they were supposed to be fierce?

This year Sang Tong was 40 and Su Sifang was 36 years old.

More than ten years of running-in has ignited the slow-heating Su Sifang into a raging fire, while the energetic Sang Tong entered the Buddhist family for the elderly in advance.

Soak feet with **** and wormwood, soak medlar and white fungus in water, nourishing blood and nourishing oral liquid, press three miles every day...

There are all kinds of books on health and diet therapy in the study. If time can turn back again, Sang Tong, who is in her twenties, would never have imagined that she would look like this when she was forty.

Five years ago, Niu Ziru, the second-generation director of the Special Events Management Bureau, submitted an application for retirement and recommended Sang Tong, who is only 35 years old, as the next director.

Due to the resetting of time, the first-generation director has changed. If Sang Tong succeeds in taking over, he will become the youngest and most outstanding director in history, and he will definitely become a monumental figure in internal history.

After Sang Tong heard the news, he rushed back to the base overnight and had a secret conversation with Niu Ziru for two hours. Finally, the new director recommended candidate became Hua Yunyue.

Insiders felt puzzled, and those who didn't know felt sorry for Sang Tong.

In order to avoid Hua Yunyue's embarrassment, and at the same time, Sang Tong had long wanted to make a decision but had no time. Before Director Niu Ziru retired, Sang Tong submitted an application for self-retirement.

This incident shocked the entire Special Event Handling Bureau, and even the Central Special Team sent a commissioner to Sang Tong secretly to find out the situation, and Hua Yunyue personally called to ask why.

After several months of tossing, Sang Tong got his wish.

Even that set of treasures only selected a few memorials that are more valuable than practical.

Inadvertently, it has left a legend that can be passed down for generations in the special incident handling bureau.

After retiring, Sangtong stayed in the northeast and ran Zhazhishop together with Su Sifang. He picked and planted several fruit trees around the crooked neck tree. Now the backyard of the shop is like a small orchard and can be eaten every day in autumn. Fresh fruits.

...

Su Sifang put on his clothes and walked around Sang Tong and hugged her waist, resting his chin on her shoulders: "Are you still angry?"

Sang Tong hit the back of Su Sifang's hand: "I hate it."

Su Sifang smiled. Although she couldn't hear her, she knew exactly what Sang Tong was going to say.

Sang Tong turned around and wrapped Su Sifang's neck rare: "I have something to discuss with you."

"what?"

"I want a baby."

Su Sifang blinked, and the years did not leave a trace in her eyes, and her eyes were still clear, as they were before.

"I give birth? You give birth?"

Sang Tong was exasperated: "How old are we both? Don't let the elderly women die! Besides, I have a feeling of cleanliness. I don't want to be pregnant with others, let alone let you be pregnant!"

"Then what to do?"

"Adopt one."

...

Although Sang Tongren is not in the "jianghu", he still has unshakable contacts. Skipping the complicated and illogical examination procedures, on a sunny afternoon, she and Su Sifang came to the Shanyang City Welfare Institute.

The dean personally received the nurses and the children in a row. The dozen or so children were all girls, which made Sang Tong feel uncomfortable.

The youngest of them is still in a baby, and the oldest is not more than ten years old.

Sang Tong took Su Sifang straight to the nurse holding the baby. She is not a saint or she is selfish. Of course, the child has been raised since childhood.

The baby is very cute but suffers from congenital cleft lip and palate, commonly known as rabbit lips.

Presumably this was the reason why she was abandoned, Sang Tong didn't care. She is strong enough to cure the child, and pulls La Su's hands from all directions to let her lover see if the child fits her eyes.

Suddenly, Sang Tong was attracted by a three or four-year-old girl standing in the corner, and no nurse was holding her.

The dean met and said to the head nurse beside him: "You take Xiaodie back."

Sang Tong stopped and said: "Why? What happened to this kid?"

The dean respectfully said: "In fact, there are still many children in our yard. For the consideration of both the children and the adoptive families, except for those under one year old, every child undergoes psychological and behavioral evaluation before being adopted. This child... There is a tendency for autism, and follow-up treatment and observation are needed."

Sang Tong walked over and saw that there was a scarlet birthmark on Fluttershy's neck, starting from the back of the neck and passing through the left side of the neck. There was also a bit of parotid gland.

The dean explained, "Do you think this birthmark looks like a flying butterfly?"

"Well, it really looks like it."

Sang Tong's thoughts drifted away, and he recovered a second before Xiaodie was dragged away by the nurse: "It's her!"

"Leader? Don't you think about it anymore? This kid..."

Sang Tong came to Xiaodie and knelt on one knee, and said softly: "Would you like us to be your mother?"

There was an exclamation in the yard, and Fluttershy, who was assessed as "autistic," stood on her toes and put her arms around Sang Tong's neck.

...

Put Xiaodie to sleep, Su Sifang went to the study, took out the dictionary, and sat next to Sang Tong: "What is a name for your daughter?"

"This kid... thinks I remembered something. I want to take a word from each of Mu Rong's and Yu Wa'er's names for her, okay?"

Su Sifang put down the dictionary and smiled and put his arm around Sang Tong's shoulder: "Of course I have no opinion, but are you really not considering it anymore?"

"Considering what?"

"Look, you picked words from their names...what's your daughter's name? Muyu? Elm?"

Sang Tong frowned: Really, the names of these two people are pretty nice when taken out alone, how can they be combined together?

Seeing his lover annoyed, Su Sifang thought for a moment and said, "Well...Look, your sister's ancestor will let the child be named as your surname directly. Why not call your daughter Sang Nianrong? The nickname is Xiaodie."

Sang Tong listened to the natural pinch with his right hand for a few times: "Unfortunately, I don't know the birth date of this child or whether this name will subsidize her five elements, but it is all good from the word. No sword, no evil, no punishment. Lonely hurt,'Now I have my own heart, and the barn has food and no worries', not bad!"

"Look at you, didn't you say that the golden basin washed your hands? Occupational disease has committed again!"

"My daughter still has something to pay attention to! Besides, it's my resignation. When did the golden basin wash her hands? Isn't the shop still open?"

...

Under the careful care of Sang Tong and Su Sifang, Xiaodie thrived and quickly escaped from "autism" and became a lively and clever girl. The family of three enjoyed themselves and laughed constantly.

Fluttershy's favorite is the fruit forest behind the paper shop. Sangtong is naturally not afraid of the so-called taboo of the funeral home. The children have fun every day.

A few days before entering elementary school, a bolt of lightning struck the backyard of Zhazhi shop impartially and hit Qin Huai'an's crooked neck tree. Fluttershy picked up a small milk cat in the tree hole that hadn't opened his eyes. After obtaining the consent of the two mothers, the small milk cat officially became a member of the family and named it Duck.

The miraculous thing happened again in the next few days. The scarlet butterfly birthmark on Xiaodie's neck disappeared overnight, and her appearance was no different from other children.

The summer when Xiaodie finished the college entrance examination at the age of sixteen, the ten-year-old Ducky left silently.

The joy of the admission notice no longer exists. Xiaodie cried and broke his heart while holding the corpse of Duck Duck. A few days ago, I was still worried about what to do with Duck Duck, and Duck Duck left before school started.

Xiaodie refused the request of the two mothers to accompany her and came to Zhazhishop alone with Xiaodie. She dug a hole in the place where she found the duck and took out the lipstick of Sang Tong that she secretly took out and dipped her little finger. Gently tap on Ya Ya’s eyebrows: "Ya Ya, if this world really has an afterlife like what my mother said, you must come to me in your next life."

On the day of Sang Tong's 56th birthday, Xiaodie put out the money she had saved during her work-study program in college to organize a banquet for Sang Tong.

Ayun and Aming, who were on the opposite side, took their children and grandchildren on the spot, and Xiaodie frantically winked at Su Sifang at a critical moment!

Fluttershy hated iron and steel, and glared at his mother, cleared his throat and stood up: "Two mothers, I have a news to announce."

Sang Tong put down his chopsticks and said lovingly, "Oh? Are you talking about friends?"

"Mom! What are you talking about!"

Amidst laughter, Xiaodie took out a newspaper.

Newspapers in this era are no longer in circulation, and only a few copies will be printed in each issue and sent to the archives. This newspaper was borrowed from the archives by Xiaodie.

"After a vote by the National People's Congress, the Standing Committee deliberated carefully and decided: starting from January 1, next year, flower growers will officially recognize the legality of same-sex marriage, same-sex marriage is applicable to the existing marriage law, and the adoption conditions for same-sex married families are appropriately relaxed. ..."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and Ayun took the lead and applauded, and everyone at the table, regardless of age or sex, congratulated Sang Tong and Su Sifang Dao.

Su Sifang finally stood up and took out a red heart-shaped box: "Tong Tong, will you marry me?"

"Oh!" The juniors have already begun to booze. Old Sang Tong blushed and pulled Su Sifang grotesquely: "I'll count the three, so hurry up! How come the half-buried people are fooling around with their daughter? You let me Where to put this old face in the future?"

But Su Sifang stubbornly persisted in the posture of kneeling on one knee: "Tong Tong?"

Sang Tong’s face flashed with a girlish shyness: "You are a real person. Didn't you come with you in this life without a name? We are still short of that piece of paper? My daughter is so old... …" She took the ring despite saying that.

That night, he always complained that Su Sifang put his arms and legs on "others" and caused "others" to have a bone headache, and the two people who slept in separate rooms slept together again.

After walking through a Jiazi, hand in hand for more than 30 years, the passion of youth has long gone.

All that is left is the long-term observation of the dimly hearing the other person's cough that instantly dissipates sleepiness, and the habit of turning over the quilt so that it just covers the two people when turning over in a daze.

Sang Tong had a dream: a girl in white came up to her and she looked at it for a long time before remembering that this girl was Amiao who had never seen her since she died.

"Sister~."

"Miao? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, but eldest sister, you are old~"

Touching the minefield, Sang Tong gritted his teeth and said, "Do you believe it or not when you are 80 years old?"

Ah Meow laughed, but there was an inevitable sadness in that smile.

"What's wrong with you? What happened?"

"Sister, I'm leaving. I'm afraid I will never see Master Mu Rong and Xiao Yu again in this life. I remember Master Mu Rong said that the three of you have a fate... if you see them please Say hello to me."

"Go? Are you not a rootless soul? Where are you going?"

A Miao smiled sadly: "As Mr. Murong said back then, I have found my heart."

...

Master Mu Rong said that my memory was sealed in the hearts of others. I used to be very close to her but couldn't meet. Only when I saw her again, I would come back. I took the things that Master Mu Rong gave me and flew across the mountains and rivers. I still couldn't understand the Zen in the words of Master Mu Rong. I finally understood it the moment I saw her again.

A Miao, this is the name I gave to my first friend after becoming the Soulless Soul. My name was Zhang Jiajia during my lifetime.

Many years ago I was a student at an art academy in Sacheon, and I fell in love with my roommate.

Her name is Zhang Meiqi.

When I started to pursue Zhang Meiqi, she disagreed. She suffered from congenital heart disease. The doctor said: If she could not find a suitable heart source, she would not live to be twenty years old. She advised me not to waste time on her. People only have a heart who wants to donate it?

Her death is almost a foregone conclusion, don't get hurt for people like her.

We are still together, and in the end she did not resist my stubbornness.

Or she started the countdown of her life at the age of eighteen, which made her feel shortcoming, and my appearance might make up for one or two.

Our feelings are getting deeper and deeper, but every sunrise and sunset makes me feel like a knife. Zhang Meiqi spent her 20th birthday alone with me despite the opposition of her family, but she used her strength more when blowing candles. Shock is in my arms.

I think I will never forget what she said to me that night looking at the candlelight: "Jiajia, I have no regrets in my life when I met you. If I die, please continue to live with my memories."

Majestic was lying in a deep coma in the intensive care unit, and the doctor had already given an ultimatum for up to a week. If she could not find her heart, she would ask her family to prepare for the funeral.

Amidst the scolding of Zhang Meiqi's family, I secretly signed the donation agreement and tried to avoid important organs a second before the car accident.

I thought: The heart of brain-dead people should be usable, right?

After Zhang Meiqi was discharged from the hospital, she didn't know how to find out that I was her donor, and insisted on changing her name to Zhang Jiajia. She said that she would live with my heart and my name.

Ah Miao looked straight at Sang Tong: "My soul had not been taken away during the operation. In addition, my body was incomplete and someone replaced my name to live. There is no record of my death in the life and death book. So I became The soul without roots, and my memory is sealed with my name and my heart."

Sang Tong looked at Ah Miao, speechless for a long time.

Ah Miao smiled again and asked, "Sister, don't you remember Zhang Jiajia?"

"Isn't Zhang Jiajia you?"

"The owners of Jiajia Buildings all over the country, Jiajia New Mart, Jiajia Park, Jiajia Real Estate, Jiajia Charity Foundation, and Jiajia Heart Relief Center, have asked you to deal with supernatural events more than 30 years ago. People, have you forgotten? I really...I was very close to her."

Sang Tong suddenly realized: "It turned out to be her..."

"She is Zhang Meiqi."

"Big sister, I'm leaving." A Miao's figure became increasingly blurred.

"By the way! Yanyan is with Wang Hao. On this timeline, Wang Hao drowned and became a vegetable. Yanyan brought his soul to the world in the painting."

"Ahmeow!" Sang Tong, who had seen everything in life, was finally unable to hold on to himself and shouted at the emptiness.

The last faint voice came: "Sister, you look really ugly when you are old, just a little bit!"

"Tong Tong? Wake up, Tong Tong?"

Sang Tong woke up crying. Su Sifang felt distressed and helped Sang Tong wipe his tears while coaxing: "Have a nightmare? Who bullied you, tell me?"

Sang Tong turned on the bedside lamp and they couldn't communicate in the darkness. Su Sifang looked at Sang Tong's lips nervously: "What's the matter, tell me, just say it."

Sang Tongwo cried for a long time in Su Sifang's arms, sniffed and said aggrievedly: "I dreamed of Ah Miao."

"Amiao? Is she okay? What did she tell you to make you so sad? Did she bully you?"

Sang Tong choked up twice: "She said that I look very ugly when I grow old."

Su Sifang couldn't help but laughed, and hurriedly took Sang Tong's face and kissed them heavily: "Who said that? My wife is the best seen, the most beautiful old lady in the world."

On Sang Tong's 76th birthday, the 36-year-old Xiaodie brought back a person.

After graduating from university at the age of 20, Xiaodie declined the place for postgraduate study, and took part in a job teaching Chinese at a high school early.

She said: The two elders in the family are getting older. Although they lack everything, she still wants to earn money early and honor them.

Fluttershy pulls a tender girl who seems to be able to pinch water out. The girl has a round cinnabar mole on the center of her eyebrows: "Two mothers, I will introduce you to you. She is my student Qin An'an who just finished the college entrance examination this year. The number one scholar in the city's language subjects."

Qin Anan's palms are already oozing sweat, but his heart is banging, but he straightens his chest to make himself look more reliable. Can they accept the teacher-student relationship that spans 16 years?

But the teacher said... the teacher said that she would wait for her to grow up, and she has been admitted to university! It's that Xiaodie's alma mater will strive to be assigned to a school in the future. If you become a colleague, you will not be considered a teacher and student, right?

"An An?"

"To!"

Sang Tong and Su smiled at each other: "Sit down."

"Thank you two aunts~."

"Our family Xiaodie is pretty weird, but you are the first person she brought home, so you will have to bear it more in the future."

Qin Anan's blush was like cooked shrimp, but his eyes were shining.

The hand under the table pressed back harder and harder: "I must listen to the teacher, sister Xiaodie!"

...

In another four years, Sang Tong is 80 years old this year.

The marriage law reformed the marriage age earlier, and Qin An'an married Sang Nianrong in her freshman year.

Five years ago, science and technology made a breakthrough in human same-sex reproduction, but for the time being, it can only be carried out between two women.

For the child's problem, Qin An'an, a late-stage patient with strict wife control, ran to Sang Tong and Su Sifang's house crying and begged them to call the shots.

The reason is: Xiaodie wants to have a child belonging to them with Qin Anan, which is a good thing. What Qin Anan cries about is that Fluttershy chose to conceive herself. Fluttershy is already thirty-eight years old. No matter how advanced the technology is, Qin Anan knows that Fluttershy is reluctant to let her 18-year-old have a child. Is she willing to let her three? Did she give birth at the age of eighteen?

In this matter, Xiaodie, who has always been filial and well-behaved, was stubbornly messed up. Fortunately, the birth went well, Xiaodie gave birth to twin daughters for Qin Anan, named Jingtong and Jingfang.

Eighty-year-old Sang Tong's body is not as good as before. When he was young, he desperately used forbidden techniques to slay demons and demons. When he was old and sick, he came to his door.

On the other hand, Su Sifang unilaterally cut off Sang Tong's nagging all day because of his early deafness in both ears.

In his seventies, he walked vigorously with wind, and went up to the fifth floor without difficulty.

This day, Su Sifang personally pushed Sang Tong in the wheelchair. She still insisted on pushing the wheelchair if the wheelchair was electric. Six people from three generations went for a walk in the park.

Recently, Sang Tong always sighed when he didn't like to eat and was unhappy. Even Su Sifang couldn't ask for the specific reason. Today, I took her out to relax.

Sang Tong refused to say that it was mainly because he was afraid that Su Sifang would be sad. She feels that her body is not as good as one day, and maybe she hasn't been alive for a few years, but something has been pressing in her heart for a lifetime.

Almost all of Mu Rong's predictions were fulfilled, and she even used the contacts she hadn't touched for many years to find out the caves of Liu Er Niangzi and Wolf King Xiaoyue.

But there is one more, and the most important one has been delayed.

Mu Rong said: The three of them still have a fate in this life.

"Mom, we want to play a merry-go-round!" Jingfang and Jingtong hang on Qin Anan's body and act like a baby.

Qin An'an glanced at Xiaodie embarrassedly. The latter was clear: "You take the two children, mother is here with me."

But Sang Tong said to rush people: "Go and go, you too! Your family of four is so fun, don't waste time on my old coffin board."

"Mom, what are you talking about?"

Su Sifang waved his hand: "Go, there is me here."

Xiaodie was dragged by Jingtong one step and three times away, and Sang Tong leaned on the wheelchair to bask in the sun.

There was a shout from a distance: "Marshmallow, a century-old marshmallow!"

Sang Tong pointed to the stall in the distance, and Su Sifang instructed: "You have suffered from arthritis again. Sit and wait for me. I'll buy it for you!"

In fact, Sang Tong didn't want to eat it. What kind of candy would he eat if his teeth were almost lost? She just wanted to simply stay for a while.

With an unintentional glance, she saw a back figure through the crowd, and excitedly manipulated the wheelchair to walk in the direction of the back figure.

It was the back of a young girl with a slender figure and a ponytail.

Wearing retro sweaters, whitish jeans and canvas shoes that have been completely out of print, they look a bit like Sang Tong and the others when they were young, with a sense of age.

"Oh, oh, don’t miss it when you pass by. The ancestors look at your face, palmistry, horoscopes, and karma! Fortune-telling measures to avoid evil and fortune! Don’t want money!"

The girl with the ponytail grabbed the girl passing by: "Does the girl look at you? I can't stop asking for money!"

"dont see!"

"Hey hey, don't go, don't go!" Sang Tong looked at the appearance of the ponytail girl turning around and chasing the two.

The girl helplessly: "You guy... forget it, just look."

The ponytail girl gave a "tsk" and flew her eyes at the other party: "Please stretch out your right hand~"

"Ouch! What a great deal!" The ponytail girl yelled, holding each other's hand.

"What's wrong?"

"Girl, I figured out that you and I have a destined fate in this life, and I think we should register in the next day."

"Insane!" The girl threw off her hand and fled away like a fly.

The ponytail girl chased behind and shouted: "What I said is true! Our family's handicraft from generation to generation can't be mistaken! Girl, don't go, you chased the ninety-ninth generation, and I am bound to chase you Ah! Girl, don’t run away! Let me tell you that we are arranged in this life, do you understand? The arrangement is clear, you can’t run away, hey, come back!"

Su Sifang held up marshmallows panicking like ants on a hot pot, and the child pointed his eyes sharply in the distance and said, "Isn't grandma right there?"

Xiaodie ran over, worried that at the moment she saw Sang Tong's face, she couldn't say a word.

"Mom? Why are you crying?"

Sang Tong showed a long-lost smile and wiped away the tears: "Be quiet, don't let the old woman see it, sand is in her eyes."

"Then I will give you a blow."

"Daughter."

"Ok?"

"Let's go home."

Xiaodie pushed Sang Tong's wheelchair: "Okay, let's go back now."

"Mom wants to eat hot pot tonight."

"The doctor said that your stomach can't eat red oil."

"I want to eat!"

"Good, good, let's buy groceries when we go back."

Su Sifang handed the marshmallows to Sang Tong, and naturally took over the armrest of the wheelchair without any harsh words.

Sang Tong was eating cotton candy and sitting in a wheelchair pushed by Su Sifang, followed by two generations of juniors and a family of six leaving the park in the sunset.

END.

The author has something to say: it's time for another book, and finally it's time to tell you something.

I am an author who cannot keep up with the trend and cannot write about hot topics. I only like to create things that I can touch and control.

So thank you very much for your company all the way, this is my third finished novel, the first "Female General and the Princess", the second "Ugly Man", and the third "My Roommate of Death" Log in to the author's backstage and see that the pits I dug with my own hands have become saplings. That kind of mood~ I have a sense of accomplishment of youth.

Although Baihe's audience is relatively small, and overall (for me personally) subscriptions are average, I must say that all Baihe readers are the most beautiful angels, without exception.

Perhaps writing a certain plot will arouse some readers' small emotions, but you will always tolerate me, even if you leave, you will quietly turn off the interface without saying anything to hurt me.

Thank you, thank you all for taking care of me.

From April 1, 2017 to October 10, 2018, I have created a total of: 1,781,446 words. If it is not high-yield, I can only do my best not to disappoint your company, look forward to and wait.

Every time I get to this time, I will stare at this small frame and be silent for a long time. I always feel that I have a lot of things to say to you.

I have remembered too many names over the past year. Some people have been with me, and some have left halfway.

Thank you all, and silently look forward to seeing your names in a certain book one day in the future.

Maybe as my work gets more, you inadvertently click on a book and read it. You think it's pretty good, then glance at the author. "Huh? It turned out to be Lord Grim." I will always have such beautiful expectations.

I expect to rest for about two months. At 8 o'clock in the morning on January 1, 2019, I will wait for you in the new book.

I’m still hesitating about what to open the next book, if you can, please pay attention to meager: Jinjiang Lily author, please Lord Grim, there will be a vote on what to open the next book one day, and if you get your guess, I’ll choose Three lucky readers will each receive 3000 Jinjiang coins for the next book. (Equivalent to reading the next book for free.)

There are also meager links to the physical personal history (three parts have been completed), and the gift is the Q version bookmark of the four protagonists (random)

Finally, thanks to the editor Feng Xiao.

Bow, thank you all, Lord Grim. October 11, 2018 18:40:41

See you in the new book on New Year's Day next year.