Chapter 052 Shadow Man-8
It was already late when I got home.
Uncle and aunt had finished their meal, and cousin Jiang Nao came back after eating at a restaurant outside the school, so Jiang Yan was usually the only one sitting in front of the glass table.
But now it’s different, Jiang Yan is accompanied by four little paper figures.
"Mommy...I want to feed you..."
The tall paper man ran to Jiang Yan's chopsticks, pointed at a plate of green leaves not far away, and pointed at his non-existent mouth.
"good."
Jiang Yan understood, and held a vegetable above his head not far from the little paper man.
Since the paper figures do not eat the real thing directly, Jiang Yan only "feed" them the shadows.
“Xiangxiang!”
After the four little paper figures were finally eaten, Jiang Yan's hands felt a little sore. But he still had to wash the dishes, so he couldn't rest yet.
In the kitchen, I boiled water with ginger and salt, applied detergent and started to wash. Four little paper figures climbed onto the cupboard at some point, seemingly wanting to help. As a result, they were covered in foam and were wet, with their hands and feet almost stuck together.
"Woo woo...Mommy...sticky..."
The three little paper men were all covered in detergent and became sticky. They looked like mixed dumplings, swaying uncoordinatedly on the chopping board.
"Haha, you guys are really stupid."
Only the skinny little paper man was not fooled, and he was the only one who spoke the most fluently among the four little paper men. It turns out that you can't judge a book by its cover, and the same goes for the little monsters.
This most fragile little paper figure is actually the smartest one among the four. At this moment, it is looking at its three poor brothers with a big laugh.
"Wow... Mommy... Help..."
Jiang Yan put the bowl aside, and returned to the bedroom with the three little paper figures. He took out a hair dryer and dried the three wet little paper figures. Because he was afraid that they would crack, Jiang Yan only used the lowest setting and blew from top to bottom.
"It's time to fly..." The little paper people were clinging to the tabletop, and vague and fragmented sounds came into Jiang Yan's ears from the rapidly surging wind.
Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, staring at the little paper people that were about to turn into dead fish. Fortunately, these little paper people were different from ordinary paper. They were alive and could regenerate their limbs, that is, they could piece together the cracks in their bodies.
So there is no need to worry about the ginger salt cracking.
After blowing the little paper figures dry, they became lively again.
"You guys just stay here, I'll finish washing the rest of the dishes and come back."
After giving the instructions, Jiang Yan left the room.
The four little paper figures began to jump up and down on the bed until a dark shadow suddenly swarmed in, nearly filling up the entire ceiling.
“Daddy!”
The little paper man stopped jumping and even his breathing became cautious.
It was obvious that they were very afraid of this big shadow man, their daddy.
"You guys are having a lot of fun."
A voice with a faint smile came from the darkness.
“No, no.”
From the moment they were created by their daddy, they had only one goal in life, which was to make their mommy happy.
"Tsk, I'm not blaming you this time."
“QAQ.”
After barely exchanging a few words with their dad, Jiang Yan came into the room. The four little paper hearts trembled, and in the blink of an eye, the black shadow on the ceiling had disappeared.
"Weren't you having fun just now? Why are you so reserved now?"
Jiang Yan said casually, opened the drawer and took out the paintbrush.
"Well, well...I'm unhappy because mommy is not here!"
One little paper man said, and another little paper man agreed, "Yes, that's right! We... must always stay with Mommy!"
Always.
Jiang Yan pursed his lips, then called the four little paper figures at the head of the bed over, "Haven't you always wanted facial features? If you can trust my painting skills, come over."
"Yeah mommy!"
The four little paper figures danced and ran to Jiang Yan. The tall one was the first one to run. "Me first! Me first!"
Jiang Yan placed the four little paper figures on the computer desk, then he took out his paintbrush and patiently painted them one by one.
"Want a name?"
“Yes…Yes…”
"Then..." Jiang Yan propped up his chin and thought for a while, "Why don't you just call them Dabao, Erbao, Sanbao and Sibao?"
You can't blame him for naming the puppy casually. After all, he is not good at these things. He named his previous puppy Wangcai.
“Nice!”
"I want to be called... Dabao!"
"No... Dabao is mine... I am the biggest!"
The atmosphere was quite warm just now, but now they started arguing about the name again.
Jiang Yan sighed softly and gathered the four little paper figures in her palm, "No matter which baby you are, you are all mommy's good babies."
After saying this, Jiang Yan got goosebumps all over his body.
He was really infected. He started to integrate into this strange family.
"By the way, I'm going to do a live broadcast later, so you guys better be quiet and don't talk, otherwise you'll scare the audience like last time."
Jiang Yan placed the four little paper figures away from the camera. He turned on his computer and thought worriedly, "The last misunderstanding has not been explained yet... I don't know what has become of the live broadcast account."
After clicking on the account status, as expected, the comment section was already exploding with comments.
[The anchor’s dog: The anchor hasn’t responded for so long, is she breastfeeding or has she given birth again? (狗头保命.jpg)]
[Salty Girl No. 1 in the World: Honey, please say something. I’m a little worried about you.]
[Big Jiji Boy: No way, the anchor I like got fucked first.]
Scrolling down, there were more disgusting comments. Jiang Yan was used to it and updated his status calmly.
[Xianxian Assistant is very C: I will explain what happened in the last live broadcast later.]
[18cm大猛1: If the explanation is not clear, I hope you can return the money to me. Also, you haven’t added me as a friend yet.]
[Xianxian, please fencing with me: Just let your old gong come out and explain.]
[A passerby who does not want to reveal his name: I really want to know whether the anchor is a man or a woman? I always thought the anchor was a woman until I saw the anchor's early live broadcast without makeup, and then I found out that she was a cross-dresser. But now I am starting to waver. ]
In the room, Jiang Yan thought about it and decided to change into women's clothes. After all, he is now a little famous, and he is still a little afraid that the fussy party will look through his early live broadcasts. Although there is no black history, he is afraid of meeting acquaintances.
"Wow...Mommy...Meimei!"
Her hair was waist-length, her skirt was just right on her waist, outlining her slender waist, and her white stockings were wrapped from her toes to her knees. She looked like a fairy descending from heaven, stunningly beautiful.
Coupled with Jiang Yan's pair of naturally long eyelashes, which are slender and curly, her face looks even more androgynous. She is attractive to both men and women and is a definite arsonist in the hearts of women.
[My son is the one commenting: It’s finally live, lick the screen.jpg]
[The host's dog: When I saw this face, I suddenly realized that no matter whether you are married or have children, I can join you. I don't mind at all.]
[Xian Mei Tian Xia Di Yi: Xian Xian, please explain quickly, or else there will be another barking in the comments.]
Jiang Yan pointed the camera at his face, exposing his fair collarbone. He cleared his throat and said, "The voice last time was from my neighbor's child, who is still very young. For the sake of protection, I won't say more."
"As for my gender, I want to clarify again that I have always been a man, I just like wearing skirts."
[18cm Da Meng 1: That’s right, what’s wrong with boys who like to wear skirts? Stop shouting in the comments, you really started making up rumors because you can’t get the anchor, right? It’s okay, anchor, I will always support you.]
[The host's dog: I agree. As the only husband of Xian Mei, I will always believe in you.]
[A passerby who does not want to reveal his name: No, the two of you upstairs... weren't you the ones who shouted the most at the beginning?]
[Anchor's Dog: My wife makes mistakes occasionally, what should I do?]
[18cm Da Meng 1: Of course - forgive him! ]
[System prompt: 18cm Da Meng 1 fed you 99 roses.]
[System prompt: The host's dog has fed you a submarine and triggered the live broadcast platform effect. A large number of viewers are about to flock to you.]
Seeing this, Jiang Yan's eyebrows twitched twice.
As expected, beauty can solve all problems.
The misunderstanding was resolved more smoothly than expected. Jiang Yan had originally prepared for a debate battle. If the situation was indeed irreparable, he had also prepared for the worst, which was to quit the anchor circle.
However, the joy only lasted for a dozen seconds, and a chill instantly passed through his neck, piercing his fragile and thin skin like needles, causing a cold pain.
This weird feeling of being stared at came again.
But under the live camera, Jiang Yan could only try his best to suppress the fear in his heart. However, this time, he did not expect that the fear would directly become material.
—Something touched his ankle.
It's icy and cool, not like the temperature of a human being.
Are there really ghosts in this world?
Jiang Yan took a breath and didn't dare to lower his head because he was afraid of seeing something scary and getting scared.
If that happened, the live broadcast room would definitely explode again, and all his efforts would be wasted, wouldn't that be the end of it?
So Jiang Yan could only force a smile in front of the camera.
But there were still some sharp-eyed viewers who noticed something was wrong with the host.
[The host's dog: Hey, the host doesn't look very well, is he catching a cold?]
[18cm大猛1: Hey, the host and I are from the same city. The weather here is indeed very changeable. Sometimes it rains and sometimes it is sunny. You should pay attention to adding or removing clothes.]
[Big Jiji Boy: But to be honest, the host’s expression was so awkward, as if she was being fucked by something. Of course, it could also be that I’ve watched too many movies and it feels like déjà vu.]
In fact, some of the speculations in the live broadcast room were not wrong, because Jiang Yan felt that "the hands" on his ankles became more and more bold, and actually touched his white stockings all the way to the thigh.
Jiang Yan's heart skipped a beat, luckily the camera was only aimed at his upper body.
But in fact, if Jiang Yan looked in the mirror, he would find that his cheeks were already red at this moment, and he really looked like he had been played with.
At this time, the comment section became lively again.
[The host's dog: Damn, look at Shi Geng.]
[18cm Da Meng 1: Are you tempting me?]
However, before the show reached its climax, the live broadcast room suddenly went black as if controlled by a mysterious force.
Jiang Yan couldn't bear it any longer, and when he pushed the chair away and was about to escape, he was pushed onto the bed by the unknown creature.
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