Undead Journal

Chapter 7

Sunny January 1th in the Age of the Undead

I don't know if what I'm doing with Mr. Watering Can counts as a relationship.

First of all, I have to admit that I like Mr. Watering Can very much. I want to take care of him, no, I want to take care of him, take care of him without leaking water, and hold him in the palm of my hand.

In addition, I also want to kiss him. His eyes and beautiful lips make me obsessed. If this is a kind of food, I will never get tired of eating it in a few lifetimes.

But what confuses me is that my impulse towards Mr. Watering Can only goes to the point of kissing, without even the slightest desire to go deeper.

Is it not enough love or can't bear to profane?

Or is it that I remember him all the time as a human being and I'm just a ghost?

If the answer is the last one, then I guess my sanity is a little outrageous.

What is the truth of the matter, as a person in charge, I can't judge, but at least one thing is beyond doubt, that is, I want to take care of Mr. Watering Can.

So I simply made up my mind to throw away all distracting thoughts and take care of Mr. Mr. Watering Can step by step.

If it can last forever like this, it may not be a beautiful thing.

It's a pity that the weather is unpredictable.

And people have misfortunes and blessings.

The teacher who made me suspicious yesterday finally came over, not to me, but to Mr. Watering Can.

After Mr. Watering Can finished his breakfast, I sent Mr. Watering Can out. As soon as the door opened, the teacher was standing there.

He stared at Mr. Watering Can with straight eyes, his frozen face rarely showed any expression, but it was quite distorted, including several or even dozens of expressions such as sadness, joy, gain, fear, etc., and now he writes I couldn't help but be amazed that I could analyze such a complicated thing!

The teacher said incoherently to Mr. Watering Can: "Wen Yuan, I finally found you. From yesterday to today, something always forced me to come here. I thought it was the fact that the dude was not afraid of the sun that attracted me. I didn't expect it to be you, Wen Yuan. Wen Yuan..."

The teacher couldn't continue talking here, because Mr. Watering Can left, he closed the door with a blank expression as if he didn't see anything, and left. It's a pity that I couldn't see the teacher's expression because of this. will also feel very exciting!

I almost clapped my hands and laughed, but in the end I frowned. If Mr. Watering Can is really the "Wen Yuan" that the teacher is looking for, I'm afraid this matter will not be good.

I'm not afraid that Mr. Watering Can will be snatched away. If it's just Mr. Watering Can that's taken away, everyone will be happy except for my disappointment.The problem is, I don’t think Mr. Watering Can will have a good impression of someone like the teacher, and then develop an unparalleled love story with him, and the teacher has survived from the Republic of China to the present. Be willing to give up.

What should I do if the teacher wants to hurt Mr. Watering Can?

I looked at the sky light outside the balcony in a daze. I didn't realize that I had any other abilities except not being afraid of the sun. Could it be that I could only forcefully drag him under the sun?

What do you do when the sun doesn't shine on the balcony?

I can't even get out of the building.

What about at night?

"What's your relationship with Wen Yuan?"

I don't know when the teacher has entered the door, he asked me coldly.

I slowly raised my head, then slowly raised my eyelids to glance at him, and then replied slowly, "As you can see."

"you!"

The teacher is angry.

In fact, my sentence seems to say everything, but in fact it doesn't say anything.

As he saw, what did he see?

Seeing me behind Mr. Watering Can, but so what, Mr. Watering Can can’t see him, and he may not be able to see me. This behavior either represents my prank, or it means that I have thoughts about Mr. Watering Can, but it must be associated with Now I'm sending Mr. Watering Can to work - probably not easy.

"You'd better stay away from Wen Yuan!"

The teacher warned me coldly.

I still said slowly: "I won't, you bite me?"

"you!"

The teacher threw off his cloak angrily, and a strong wind suddenly blew up.

I really want to wave my little hand and immediately calm down, but in fact I can only grit my teeth to stand still in the wind.

I used my eyes to turn around the messy decoration and furniture that were swept away by the strong wind. I tried my best to win the game and asked the teacher: "If your 'Wen Yuan' knows that you turned his house into a mess?" So, I don’t know how to feel about it.”

It's a pity that because of gnashing of teeth, this sentence has a bit of gnashing of teeth.

But I finally achieved my goal, the teacher followed my gaze and glanced around, unwilling to resign, but had to stop this extremely destructive attack.

The teacher still wanted to reach out to grab me, but I gave him a mocking look, then grabbed my sleeves to clean up the mess in the room.

The teacher's hand froze immediately.

People like him probably don't have the self-consciousness to clean up the house.Even if there is, he might not be able to lose face in front of me, so everything will have to wait until I finish cleaning up.

While trying my best to restore the room to its original state, I grinned heartily while turning my back on the teacher.

If it wasn't for the teacher still here, I would definitely lie down on the ground and hug my legs right now, rolling with snot and tears.

This cloudy wind came very badly, although I was barely blown away, but the cloudy wind completely invaded my body, and now every joint in my bones is affected by a needle-pricking pain and an unspeakable sourness Occupation, although I should have no body at all now, let alone a bone seam.

I was a little worried, it seemed like it was just a casual wave of the teacher's anger, but I was already like this.

If the teacher gets real, wouldn't I be dead within a second?

I wanted to make a phone call and tell Mr. Watering Kettle he'd better get away from the limelight for a while, but I couldn't think of a way to get the master away.

Just thinking about the phone, the phone rang.

My gut feeling was Mr. Watering Can, and I subconsciously wanted to pick it up.Fortunately, the teacher's gaze was on my back, so I suddenly stopped my steps.

For a while, the ringing of the phone became the main theme of the room. I stared at it involuntarily, and the teacher also stared at it with a frown.

I'm afraid this phone has an answering machine. If Mr. Watering Can says something, basically it doesn't matter if I answer it or not.

Of course, it's better if it's not Mr. Watering Can.

The phone rang for a while and finally died down. The answering machine incident I imagined did not happen. I turned my back and breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to tidy up my room slowly, while thinking about how to send the teacher away.

"We ghosts, even if we have thousands of years of practice, we must do eight words when we get along with people, that is, we are strangers, and the two have nothing to do with each other."

I said this without guilt, and at the same time doubted whether the teacher would listen to it.

Like us, one is happily getting along with people, and the other has been looking for people tirelessly for decades or hundreds of years.But I really have nothing else to say. Obviously, I am not a smart person, at least not a person with good eloquence. Basically, dandy is roughly equivalent to the word idiot.

From this point of view, the teacher's evaluation is not wrong.

Sure enough, the teacher didn't like me, and he didn't even bother to give one of his contemptuous eyes.

I racked my brains to think of other words, and finally, I heard the sound of the key being inserted into the lock.

My heart tightened, it wasn't Mr. Watering Can who was worried that I didn't answer the phone, so come back and have a look!

Luckily, Mr. Watering Can is not as stupid as I am.After entering the door, he went to the study room as if no one else was there. He didn't care that I looked at him nervously, let alone the helpless look of the teacher staring at him, and then he stopped a little when he took a document and came out. I took a look at the living room that had almost been restored to its original shape by me.

Acting school!

I quietly gave a thumbs up in my heart, but saw that Mr. Watering Can walked to the sofa after a pause, opened the document in his hand and read it carefully.

I secretly complained in my heart, and for a while, I was so happy and sweet.

It's for me to come back, it's for me to see that the traces of the living room have been left behind, so what can I ask for!

I cheered up, and finally remembered the excuse to persuade the teacher: "Look, he can't even see you, and you are people from two worlds, even if he is your 'Wen Yuan', so what? If you really want to continue your relationship, I advise you to hurry up and reincarnate... There is no hope in this life, but if you catch up with the next life, isn't the next life not bad?"

In fact, I mostly said this sentence to Mr. Watering Can, hoping that he can hear the crux of it, that the crux is that he is not with me, what matters is him, and it doesn't matter that I am a passerby.

The corners of Mr. Watering Can’s eyes trembled slightly when he heard this sentence. I knew he understood it. Who knew that he turned a page of the document and didn’t intend to get up to leave at all, but the teacher was excited: “Nonsense, After entering the Nether Mansion and drinking Mengpo soup, I am no longer me, so what is the point of continuing the relationship!"

I looked at him speechlessly: "Since you know that 'I' doesn't care about 'I' after you have entered the Nether Mansion and drank Mengpo soup, then you should have known that your 'Wen Yuan' is no longer your 'Wen Yuan'." Yuan', what's the point of you being so persistent?"

"Yeah, now he is no longer my 'Wen Yuan'!"

The teacher looked at Mr. Watering Pot in a complicated manner as if enlightened, then suddenly waved his cloak and left without looking back.

What kind of rhythm is this? Could it be that I was moved by this?

I looked in the direction of the door inexplicably, waited for a long time, and made sure that he would not come back before winking at Mr. Watering Can.

——I still dare not speak.

Mr. Watering Can was probably also afraid that there might be some kind of ghost hiding in the dark, so he only nodded, as if he understood what I meant.

But I think he still doesn't understand, so he just wrote in the air and asked him to hide somewhere for two days.

I always feel that the teacher will come back.

Mr. Watering Can looked at me silently, put away the documents and went out without saying a word.

Is this angry?

I stood melancholy behind the door for a long time until the sun went down and it was time to cook.

Do you want to cook for Mr. Watering Can today?

I looked in the direction of the kitchen in annoyance, and my heart broke for a moment. Anyway, the teacher knew that I was greedy for food.

In the end, the teacher didn't show up, so the excuse I thought was superfluous.

This redundancy is pleasing, and what is even more pleasing is that the teacher has never appeared again until I wrote the diary.

I wish I could finish writing this, my Mr. Watering Can is waiting for me on the big warm bed, but unfortunately, these are not all of today, there are some comparisons between my writing diary and making dinner Important things.

First, I carefully asked Mr. Watering Can if he was angry, but obviously I meant it well.

Mr. Watering Can asked me blankly, was I angry when he came back before?

I think I'm angry because Mr. Watering Can cares too much for me and neglects himself. It turns out that Mr. Watering Can's anger is based on the same reason.

Second, I asked Mr. Watering Can, what would happen if he was really Wen Yuan.

Mr. Watering Can continued to ask me impatiently. Didn’t I say that after entering the Netherworld and drinking Mengpo soup, “I” doesn’t care about “I”, so “Wen Yuan” naturally doesn’t care about “Wen Yuan” either!

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