"Xijiu, is that you?"
Di Fuyi suddenly stood up and looked around: "Are you here?"
The breeze was cold and the night was cold, but no one answered him.
He still can't see her Gu Xijiu looked at him from the side, not knowing what to feel.
She stood in front of him and responded to him, but he couldn't see or hear her.
Seeing him looking around blankly, Gu Xijiu felt as if a cat's claw was scratching her heart, causing every trace of pain.
In fact, she had been trying to get back into that body in the past few days, but it all bounced back and she couldn't possess it at all.
She also walked around him and even blew into his ear, but to no avail.
She could see him, sense him, and know his every move, but he didn't know that she was beside him "Xijiu" He stared at the plate and worked quickly with his fingers.
Gu Xijiu recognized it and knew that this was his technique of condensing and capturing souls, and he had tried it many times before.
Now he really caught a soul, the soul of a kitten.
The soul was a little confused and struggled in his hands.
Di Fuyi couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes: "It was you who stole the shrimps and ate them just now."
The cat soul looked at him with a confused expression and trembled in his hand.
Di Fuyi let go of the cat soul and sat slumped on the chair.
He stared blankly at the table of dishes for a long time and smiled bitterly: "I'm overthinking it.
She was hurt so badly by me, and she doesn't want to think about me."
If you want it, how can you care about the food I cook?
Besides, the food I cook is not delicious."
Gu Xijiu: "" Her eyes were a little sore, so she simply sat across from him and stared at him in trance.
Di Fuyi is omnipotent.
There are few things in this world that he doesn't know how to do, and he strives to be the best in whatever he does.
The only thing he has no talent for is cooking, and the taste of his carefully prepared meals is mediocre.
When Gu Xijiu was with him, she often made fun of him to bring down his godhead, so as not to keep him from being always on top.
At that time, he rarely cooked, and he only cooked once in a while to coax her.
But I only do three or four things.
It's impossible for a couple to stay in love without quarreling for eight years.
There were times when she had troubles with him and then ignored him.
He tried all his tricks to coax her, and when he couldn't coax her, he would cook a large table of dishes to make her happy.
Normally, seeing his sincerity in cooking a large table of dishes, she would not argue with him.
Of course, Di Fuyi is actually a very arrogant person.
He knows how to hide his clumsiness in the skills that he is really not good at.
In the eight years of marriage, he has cooked for her only a handful of times.
There were now sixteen plates on the table, and she wouldn't be able to eat them even if she were alive and had a huge stomach.
The past is like a cloud of smoke.
You think it has dispersed, but in fact it is still lingering around you, hovering in your mind from time to time.
Gu Xijiu actually didn't know what she was now.
It didn't seem to be a soul, otherwise Di Fuyi wouldn't have been able to see it.
But she's not a real person, and she can't see her own body, but she has five senses.
The night wind was cold, and Di Fuyi sat alone at the table.
He didn't eat any food, but he drank a lot of wine, one glass after another.
It was as if he was drinking to drown his sorrows.
He picked up a flute from somewhere and started playing it quietly.
He is undoubtedly an excellent flute player, and every tune he plays is the sound of nature.
And every song was basically a song that Gu Xijiu had sung in front of him.
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In eight years, she sang more than a hundred songs in front of him: