After dressing as an abusive female supporting character, I and the villain HE got together

What are you doing here?

what are you doing?

Why are you meddling?

Three sentences were stuck in his throat, and the tip of his dry tongue pressed against his palate. Jiang Zhan finally swallowed these slightly sharp questions silently.

From his condescending angle, the little girl's face is more rounded, and a pair of round deer eyes just stared at him unblinking, full of dissatisfaction and accusations.

Seeing that he didn't move, Song Tangtang frowned, like a wrinkled handkerchief.She didn't get up, she squatted and moved two steps, reached out and grabbed Jiang Zhan's cuff, and pulled it down.

Her fingertips and palms were all covered with mud, and she simply wiped the spotless cuffs with rolled edges and moiré patterns until the mud was wiped off, and the other party remained motionless like an eminent monk who had entered samadhi.

Song Tangtang held his breath and pulled, but didn't.

Song Tangtang: ...

After pulling it two, three or four times, it still didn't work.

Seeing that the little girl's face was turning pale with anger, Jiang Zhan was drawn back from her wandering and teasing thoughts. He took a step forward and squatted down politely and restrainedly.

Song Tangtang frowned, still looking unhappy: "Where's Xiang?"

The distance between the two of them was not very close, but she turned her head too violently, and the pearl flower steps swayed and made a jingling sound, almost hitting his jaw.The fragrance of the girl's body penetrated faintly into every pore. Jiang Zhan almost acted faster than his reason, and suddenly raised his hand to block between the two of them.

His palms are thin and thin, and the knuckles are slender and distinct. The palms of his palms hang below the tip of Song Tangtang's nose at a respectful distance, revealing only the girl's dazed little deer's apricot eyes.

"..." He forced himself to look away, his voice a little hoarse: "What did you spray on your body? The smell is terrible."

Song Tangtang: ...

Second Miss Song slammed his hand down with a cold face, "slap" and narrowed her eyes dangerously, "You can feed the dog if you don't have a sense of smell. This is white tea fragrance, white tea fragrance!" She suddenly became more serious. The voice, it's a pity that the girl's voice is delicate and soft, with no deterrent power at all. "This hair combing water is hard to find, okay! You have poured something into your respiratory tract, and you are already so insane!"

After finishing speaking, he didn't bother to pay attention to the wooden stake. He looked at him for a few times, and said in a dragged voice: "So what about the incense? How many candles are you going to call out?"

Does the coffin shop sell incense?

It would be nice if Zhou Heng didn't pack a shroud in gold and silver for him along the way.

Song Tangtang looked at him with a breezy appearance, and immediately convinced him.

"Those who know know that you are here to worship the ancestors, but those who don't know think that you are going to sing a big show here and dance to the gods."

Miss Song Er held a grudge very much. She was still thinking about Jiang Zhan mocking her as De Chunyuan's opera singer when the trash talk was on the line. Now she found an opportunity to snipe back accurately.

"Forget it, let's do it for a while." Jiang Zhan didn't answer for a long time, Song Tangtang broke three thin wooden branches casually, and bald the branches and leaves on them with a big horse golden knife like wool, and then inserted the three bare thin branches. In the small mound of dirt, she clapped her hands, swept off the leaves on her fingertips, turned her head to Jiang Zhan and said, "Take a little fire."

Jiang Zhan was taken aback by her commanding tone. He always treats others with the attitude of a superior, but he didn't expect to fall into the hands of a little girl one day.

And she...

He is arrogant and instigated, very skilled.

Before Jiang Zhan could figure out why he wanted to listen to her, his hand had already moved. He was about to light the fire, when there was a hasty "Hey -" over there, fingers as soft as a cloud Pressing against his thin wrist bones, his big eyes were shining brightly: "Wait!"

Song Tangtang suddenly remembered that there were still a few small lanterns in her cuffs, and hurriedly poured them out. The round and round lanterns rolled into her palm, shining brightly in the night.

Jiang Zhan watched in silence for a while, then put his wrists under his sleeves awkwardly. The place where her soft fingertips pressed seemed to be scalded by a soldering iron, which made his whole body a little unnatural.

He turned his face slightly, and the tips of his ears were a little imperceptibly red. "What are you doing?"

Song Tangtang looked at him speechlessly for a long time with a look of "what are you talking about in your sleep", and then pressed his forehead with his backhand. Jiang Zhan subconsciously gave way, but for some reason, his movements stopped suddenly, with a sharp profile Stretched stiffly.

Fortunately, she was ready to stop, Jiang Zhan lowered his eyes, but his eyes fell on a shocking bloodstain cut by the barb on the back of her hand.

The wound doesn't look deep, but it's long.Extending from the root of the index finger to the inside of the wrist, her skin is white and tender. It is obvious that she is a young lady who grew up in gold and jade, and her ten fingers do not touch the spring water—but this thought just flashed, and Jiang Zhan suddenly remembered that A food basket sent by her every day.

"Don't you get confused? Can the aborigines know about this? Is it me or you? Can you respect the plot?"

"......"

Sure enough, it was still the second young lady who was out of her mind and talking nonsense inside.

"Look at it." Song Tangtang lowered his head and fiddled for a while, then said softly, "I'll do a magic trick for you."

Second Miss Song covered the colorful lantern in the palm of her hand, opened a small slit, and raised her chin to signal him to come over and take a look.Jiang Zhan was unmoved, Song Tangtang was so angry that he rolled his eyes again, what is the atmosphere destroyer, it is him!It's him who doesn't understand style!The Straight Man of Steel is still him!

"Come here, hurry up." She scolded in a low voice, there was not much annoyance in her tone, but it sounded soft and coquettish.

...like being coquettish.

When Jiang Zhan realized that he had such an idea, Song Tangtang impatiently moved over to him. The two of them moved at the same time, and their shoulders bumped into each other.

Her side face was almost close at hand, her slender eyelashes fluttered like fluttering butterfly wings, and the familiar yet unfamiliar scent of white tea almost filled his entire chest.Jiang Zhan tilted his head slightly uncomfortable. It happened that Song Tangtang suddenly turned his head, and his soft lips were only a hair's breadth away from his chin.

He is a person with a cold face and an even colder heart, and he has never had any intimate contact with a woman.But ever since the Second Miss Song appeared in his life with a ground-breaking attitude, he suddenly discovered that the ambiguous and charming scenes described in those scriptures belonged to the intimacy that only a man and a woman can do if they share their hearts. Within a short period of time, this Second Miss Song had taught him everything.

Song Tangtang didn't know what he was thinking about fighting between heaven and man with his expressionless face at the moment, the small palms that were closed together slowly opened like pearls opening clams, and a few small lanterns shone like fireflies. Light.

"Did you see it?" Her voice rang right next to his ears, and he could even feel a burst of warm breath brushing against his ears softly.

Jiang Zhan's ears turned even redder, but his expression remained unchanged: "...What are you looking at?"

Song Tangtang felt that the expressions she used the most tonight were disgust and rolling her eyes, and all the elegance of the second lady was about to be exhausted. "Look at the lantern! Are you blind?"

Jiang Zhan was unexpectedly good-tempered tonight, so good-natured, he obediently moved a little closer, and slowly shook his head in Song Tangtang's mourning eyes.

"Oh, you're such an idiot." Song Tangtang pressed his hand to the tip of his nose, and the faint fluorescent lights flickered like stars in the sky, "Look at it clearly, there are words on it."

There were indeed characters on the little lantern, which looked like thin gold characters, and the handwriting was as small as ants. He looked at it for a while, but there was no expression on his face. Instead, he asked irrelevantly: "What is magic?"

"..." Second Miss Song was about to die of anger.

"Emwood head!" She cursed in a low voice, pouted and withdrew her hand, not showing him any interest.

Jiang Zhan suddenly pinched her wrist, and his eyebrows twitched suddenly. Song Tangtang's hands folded in the wind were as cold as if they had fallen into an ice cave. He remembered that the back of his hand that he touched just now seemed to be soaked in winter. In the lake, I was so cold that I was shocked.

"Your poem is wrong." Jiang Zhan saw that her eyes darkened, and her throat became more dry. "Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. It's not suitable."

"Okay. You're a boss, and you're right in everything you say." Song Tangtang had nothing to say, and tied the little lantern to a tree branch in despair, muttering dissatisfiedly: "I kept this on purpose. Give it to you and you will return it." If you’re not happy, that’s true.”

"So these." He pointed to the lantern, "What is it?"

"Avada Kedavra." Song Tangtang said coolly, "It represents the best blessing in the world."

Jiang Zhan: "..."

This blessing does not sound very good.

"It's time to light the fire." Song Tangtang twirled his torch, but he didn't expect that the wooden branches were fresh and wet, and it was not easy to light the fire.Song Tangtang felt that his fingertips were so scalded that he couldn't squeeze the fire folds tightly, and only a little bit of flame and thin pitiful smoke came out from the branches.

The three solitary branches are both funny and funny, but the girl looked serious and dignified. She bowed her hands and bowed sincerely: "It's a sin, a sin. I will definitely replace it with the best joss paper money in the coming year. This year's hospitality is not good, please forgive me .”

The moment Mingbi Yuanbao was ignited, she coughed lightly twice due to the rising anger.Jiang Zhan blocked her behind him quietly, the flames were gorgeous and bright, illuminating the girl's face flushed.

Song Tangtang talked a lot. The little girl picked up a long branch and flipped through the Ming coins and ingots in the fire: "Although I don't know who you are, I think you are very important to the major general. You Don't worry, he is living well now, don't worry, the ability to piss people off is top-notch."

A gust of wind suddenly hit her face, mixed with the cold water vapor from the distant river, Song Tangtang was in a trance but felt that someone was gently touching her side face. She looked up, and Jiang Zhan lowered his eyes and was a step away from her.

She touched her cheek in a daze. At that moment, she seemed to see a woman's blurred face through the burning flames. She smiled softly, and reached out to touch Song Tangtang's side cheek.

A "thank you" that was so light that it seemed to be nothing but floated into his ear, Song Tangtang suddenly came back to his senses, and turned to stare at Jiang Zhan: "Did you hear that just now?"

"What?" He was a little puzzled.

The girl pursed her lips and looked at him for a long while, making Jiang Zhan avoid her eyes uncomfortably, then she lowered her head and murmured to herself, "I must be hallucinating... .”

Jiang Zhan didn't bring many coins and ingots, and after burning for a while, there was only a pile of ashes left.Song Tangtang patted the dust on the hem of the skirt, tilted her head and smiled at him with dimples.

"It's our secret."

He heard the little girl say this, her light-colored eyes were illuminated by the fire, like the glowing morning sun.

Jiang Zhan gave a low "hmm", and took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, "Golden sore ointment. Three times a day, it won't leave any scars."

He remembered that when the two of them met for the first time, her pair of starry eyes were clear and shining, and her strange voice was not annoying, "I am very delicate, and I am most afraid of pain."

"Huh?" She smiled in surprise, her eyes were curved, she was cute and well-behaved: "Yumu's brain has opened up? Then I'm welcome, thank you."

Jiang Zhan pressed his fist to his lips, using the night to hide his slightly flushed face, and nodded slightly.

"Okay. I'm going back." After taking two steps, she turned around again, pointing at the simple mound of earth and the incense sticks, "Next year, if you need, I can come to accompany you."

After saying that, he waved his hand chicly, turned around and walked into the gentle moonlight.

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Song Tangtang: Avada Kedavra!

Jiang Zhan: I'm sick. :)