Me and my Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Diary of Wang Xiaozai: Today I have a hot pot in my tomb...

The river with a layer of water vapor follows the artificially dug river and rockery, the small stone bank and the red tile pavilion are like ancient scenic spots often have buildings.

The stone wall above the head is also inlaid with countless luminous beads and flamboyant lanterns around it, making it as bright as day.

Wang Xiaozong lifted the hem of the old and complicated wedding dress and tucked it into his trousers belt. His sleeves rolled up to his shoulders. He squatted down the riverside and simmered the black donkey hoof in an alcohol pan like a man with a popsicle at the door of the building. The dressing of the hoof was turned from a tomb-robbing backpack.

The hot red water was bubbling, and the soup base was so spicy that it made Wang Xiaobo swallow and swallow it again and felt chrysanthemum pain.

"The wind is over, don't wash, come and eat hot pot." Wang Xiaomei shouted to the side.

Wen Feng did his long hair, and his clothes were put up like Wang Xiaoma. The messy scrolling method knew who did it at a glance. The demonic first demon, who used to be frightening, was now gloomy and speechless.哭哧哧 crouched by the river to wash clothes.

When I believed in the subordinate's elm head, I chose the best blazing suit and made several spare wedding dresses. As a result, Wang Xiaoba didn't want to wear anything when he heard that there was a spare, and he had to wash it.

"The clothes have been worn for a thousand years and haven't been washed yet?" Wang Xiaoma's disgusted look was too obvious, which caused Wen Feng to swallow his mouth subconsciously.

This clothes actually has the effect of avoiding dust.

But in order to watch Wang Xiaoma change clothes, he still put on new clothes with his hands smiling.

Then it turned out that being a hooligan did not end well.

After finishing changing his clothes, Wang Xiaoba handed him the clothes and touched his nose to ask him, "Do you know how to wash the clothes?"

All the news: "..."

How is it possible for a man in history to turn the clouds and cover his hands...

It used to be a little pitiful smell when I washed my clothes when I was very young. Although it was a long time ago, I still remember it now.

Looking at Wang Xiaoma's pitiful expression, he nodded as soon as he heard the wind.

In the end, he was urged by the cheering Wang Xiaolai to find a wooden basin from the side hall, squatted by the underground river and started rubbing his clothes.

The incompetent demon king listened to Wang Xiao's whisper while rubbing his clothes: Later, he put those decorative clothes racks in the side hall, and later he became a laundry room, and it is convenient to dry the clothes.

Wen Fengjin: ...that's not a clothes rack, it's a knife holder.

Hearing Wang Xiaozai's cry, he glanced at the mahogany laundry tub in front and stood up quickly to tidy up his clothes and walked over.

"Don't put your sleeves down! I will continue to wash it later!" Wang Xiaoma hurriedly stopped him.

"..." Wen Feng looked at his sleeveless sleeves and rolled up silently.

The two old people with ancient tastes crouched beside the hot pot like this, with a sense of disobedience that made people tolerant and could not bear to look straight.

It looks like Tang Seng was wearing a cassock and squatting on the road and smoking with the trio.

Wang Xiaolan sniffed the smell of the hot pot and suddenly thought: Two big dumplings eating black donkey hoofs in the tomb? If this is a tomb thief, I don't know if it will be squeaked.

Grave thieves, it’s better to bring more donkey hooves!

A few days ago, he didn't think he would eat hot pot in his tomb one day!

Wen Fengjin watched the steaming pungent food roll out of red blisters and was silent for a moment. He said: "This thing is like the cinnabar of Taoist alchemy, can it really be eaten?"

Wang Xiaoma took out two washed cans and said to him while he was eating.

"Relax, this thing is old and delicious. Now people can't live without spiciness! Here you are, try it!"

Wang Xiao-la stuffed him chopsticks and this thing hard, and he couldn't wait to hold it a little bit, and couldn't put it in his mouth because of the heat.

The deliciousness of the food and the spicy taste that rushed to the brain's shell instantly made Wang Xiao's mouth numb and his eyes red, but this long-lost taste made him feel alive.

"Ma'am, this tomb is from Sichuan! It's so hot!"

Wen Xiaojin looked at the spicy DC tears and kept talking, Wang Xiaomao, holding the tin box in his hand, staring at the pungent meat inside, and finally put it together and put it in his mouth.

Wang Xiaoma looked at Wen Feng and began to chew slowly, and then his face gradually became red, and his nose was wrinkled spicy. Finally, he swallowed it without taking care of anything, and his slightly soft and beautiful face appeared A distorted expression.

Wang Xiaomei held his bowl and looked at his face with a big laugh, "So you can't eat spicy food."

Wenfeng finally suppressed the spicy taste, frowned and said, "I always love sour food."

"I'm most afraid of eating sour." Wang Xiaomao's soy sauce and vinegar is okay, and eating fruit is a little sour, he will pour his teeth. The two are blowing steam to eat the tendons in the donkey's hoof.

Eating and eating, Wang Xiaoba said: "I don't plan to leave when I become such a living dead person. I stay with you. Anyway, I'm also on it. My grandma doesn't hurt. Uncle doesn't love. My parents think I'm dead. I always found a relative to give me some money to collect the body."

"Although I still do not believe what you said before, but you are also single, I am also single, plus I don’t hide from you, I am a gay, that is, I have broken sleeves, if you are honest with you, let’s start with When friends start, they will stay together in the underground palace when they feel fit, so you don’t have to hide me..."

"I recently found myself getting more and more strange, is it related to you." The words said in one breath, but Wang Xiaoba didn't stop chopsticks.

He was very nervous, but it also seemed to create a relaxed atmosphere to test the wind.

After all, the other party is an old dumpling who has lived for more than a thousand years! What if he finds out that one accidentally gnawed me to death?

Whatever happened in this past and present life, for those of me who only have more than 20 years of memory, I really don't have any persuasion.

Unless Wang Xiaoma found one day that he really recovered his memory and used to be called the Sleep Lamp, he would really have difficulty turning himself into another person.

Wen Feng's hand holding the chopsticks paused, raising his eyes to see Wang Xiaoma.

Wang Xiaoma swallowed nervously.

After being silent for a while, Wen Feng's expression suddenly dropped, and he pulled his mouth and frowned, saying, "I'm very happy that you stayed with me. You can rest assured that I won't hurt you, and I haven't done anything."

Wang Xiaomei frowned suspiciously: "What did you really not do?"

Wen Feng squeezed his head tightly with his palms, and the bundled hair scattered and covered his cheeks.

"I didn't admit the wrong person. Sleep lamp, you are you. I know you are the person I want to wait for." He laughed self-deprecatingly: "And you have been in the past life because of my weird pupils and others' evaluation of me. Doubt me, why now...I still can't get all your trust?"

"I've waited for you for many years! Why am I willing to hurt you?"

His hoarse voice trembled slightly, as if crying.

Wang Xiaoba: "..." At this moment I feel like a scumbag.