I will never give in to Miss Death

A place like the cardboard box is Yin Xiamo’s last “shelter”, just like my “bed” every night.

When I was still an uncle, as an author, most of the "nightmares" that were very scary to ordinary people were "sweet dreams" to me.

For example, if I encountered a ghost or some monster in a dream, I would go over to them out of curiosity, and my first reaction would be “I have material for a novel” instead of “What if I get killed by a ghost?”

In my dreams, I am hardly afraid of loneliness or death.

But...the only dream that can scare me and even make me cry is the "pressure of reality".

For example, when the boss of my company ran away and the mobile phone software kept reminding me that "your rent is overdue", I often had dreams related to this. I dreamed that there was no money left in my Alipay and bank card, and the balance was even negative. Then the landlord was outside the door smashing it with a hammer, bang bang bang, louder and louder. Such a dream would make me suddenly jump out of bed, and I would gasp for breath when I woke up, with tears in my eyes.

Similarly, after I lost my job, I made money by writing novels full-time. During that period, the number of collections and subscriptions dropped, and the negative emotions expressed by readers in the comment section would give me nightmares.

I dreamed that this month's royalties were not enough to cover the rent, and that some readers who had originally supported me cancelled their collections because they saw negative comments in the comment section. Then the editor kept sending messages saying that there were no recommendations this month, and the landlord kept cursing the tenant for being a loser, saying that the author couldn't even pay the rent.

When I had a dream like this, the pressure was so great that I would cry out in my dream with my mouth wide open, but because I was in a dream, I couldn’t make any sound.

But no matter how much pressure I feel in reality, I always comfort myself before going to sleep every night, thinking that everything will be fine once I fall asleep, and I won’t know anything once I fall asleep. Maybe I’ll even have a sweet dream about making money.

At that time, the meaning of the bed to me... felt similar to the meaning of the cardboard box to Yin Xiamo.

If she can really count to 60 seconds accurately in there without being distracted and then come out, and act cute very calmly, then I will believe that she was not lying when she said "I have something to do".

Fifty-five seconds, fifty-six seconds, fifty-nine seconds, sixty seconds.

According to the timing on my phone, at the 60th second, there was a rustling sound from the originally quiet cardboard box in front of me, and then Yin Xiamo popped out from it with a "poof", and then she looked at me with full energy -

"Good morning, Noel, meow!"

"Kacha."

I ended the recording and saved the file.

"Okay, I believe you."

Putting away my phone, I yawned: "What time will you be back tonight?"

"Oh, is that it?"

Yin Xiamo seemed a little surprised by my straightforwardness: "Come back before dark, around seven."

"Uh-huh."

I held the cardboard box in my arms: "Will you have dinner at home?"

"exist!"

The girl came over and slapped me on the face: "I want to eat Nuoer's cooking! Chicken soup, and those spare ribs!"

"Sweet and sour pork ribs, right?"

"Yes, that's it, sour and sweet."

Yin Xiamo straightened her clothes and walked towards the entrance: "As expected, you are Nuo'er, the cutest little wife under the command of this God of Death."

"Stop it."

I carried the cardboard box and put it back in Yin Xiamo's room, then walked out to the door of the living room: "What about your breakfast? Have you eaten it?"

"Eat on the road. Nuoer has taught me how to eat all kinds of food outside and how to interact with others."

Yin Xiamo pointed to the pocket of her jeans and said, "I still have more than 10,000 yuan. I won't starve to death."

"Yes, yes, our Lord Death has become rich and is envious of the flowers and plants outside."

I opened the door and helped Yin Xiamo take her shoes off the shoe cabinet next to her. "Call me if you have anything. I may be at home most of the day writing and saving manuscripts."

"it is good."

After smacking my face again, Yin Xiamo quickly put on her shoes and walked out the door: "Let's go! Goodbye, my dear wife!"

"It's very hot today, remember to drink plenty of water and don't get heat stroke."

I waved to the girl and watched her walk out the door and into the elevator opposite.

"..."

"what?"

When I returned to the living room, I saw Elodie, who had just finished taking a shower, coming down from the second floor wrapped in a bath towel: "Where's your wife?"

How come even you know about our relationship...

I gestured to the door with my eyes: "He went out to pick wild flowers. He said he would be back in the evening."

"She won't take you out to play?"

Elodie yawned: "Have you had breakfast?"

"No."

I smiled and said, "I just got up. I'm going to wash my face and go downstairs to eat."

"Really? She's fine. Xiaomo...she's a nice person."

Elodie, dressed in a bath towel, walked down from upstairs and looked at the various potted plants on the flower stand on the first floor. "She looked like she had just traveled from another world. My mother saw her sleeping alone in the garage downstairs in the community for two days and felt sorry for her. It happened that we had an empty house, so she let her move in. Later, Xiaomo got a job and paid all the rent."

"Just traveled from another world?"

I was a little curious: "What was Xiaomo like at that time?"

"I'm kidding. There's no such thing as an alternate world. It's just that as an editor, I...ah...have too many reviewers. It's just a metaphor."

She walked to the kitchen, took out a box of milk, poured it into a cup, and returned to the dining table in the living room with the cup and sat down. "There are people like this from time to time near the Minami Nagi district. This district is poor and is known online as the most suitable place for retirement and seclusion in Kamihama City. It has attracted many Sanhe masters to come here. Maybe Xiaomo came here because she heard about these things - I guess."

Elodie took a big gulp of milk, paused, and continued, "My mom said that she learned things very quickly. After she settled down here, she found a job and her life gradually got better. A girl like her, who is so beautiful, would definitely be wanted by someone no matter what she does."

"Xiaomo was then..."

I thought about it and said, "You didn't do anything weird, did you?"

"Ah? She's quite strange herself."

Charlotte looked a little tired, perhaps because she had worked all night. "In most cases, girls like her, who are pretty and fair-skinned, must come from relatively wealthy families that can take good care of their daughters. But Xiaomo was like a homeless person at the time. I could tell that she must have had a painful past, but she basically never mentioned it to outsiders. She hasn't made any friends in the past few years, and she is almost always alone at home on her days off."

"I had the impression that you were the first friend she really acknowledged. I had never seen her smile before you came over."

After finishing the last sip of milk, Elodie burped: "Have you two known each other since childhood?"

"I...I don't know what to say."

I smiled bitterly: "It's just a bad fate."

"Xiaomo is the type of girl who appears strong on the outside but is very soft on the inside. You are an author yourself, so you must have written many heroines of this type."

Elodie stood up, took the cup to the kitchen, washed it, and put it away: "Anyway, she is also an old tenant of our house. I am very happy to see Xiaomo can get out of the shadow... Come on, both of you. I'm going to bed. Don't make too much noise at home during the day."

"Ok."

As Elodie went upstairs and entered her room, the whole house returned to silence.

You can faintly hear the cheerful chirping of birds outside the window.

"..."

After standing in the living room for a while, I walked down the corridor to the bathroom and began my daily wash.

Half an hour later, when I came out of the bathroom, I looked at Yin Xiamo's room opposite me, which was half-closed. After hesitating for a moment, I carefully leaned in.

Just like before, there was not much change in Yin Xiamo's room. Except that the quilt and pillows on the small bed had been put away, everything was the same as when I first came in, and the door of the room was not closed and there was no intention to lock it.

After walking around the room, I came to the bookshelf in the corner and my eyes were attracted by a thick little notebook on it.

Ok?

I have the impression that Xiaomo doesn’t seem to have the habit of writing a diary like me?

I looked around feeling a little guilty, and thought that since the door was open when I came in, Yin Xiamo should have been prepared for me to come in after I left, so I reached out, took the little notebook, and opened it.

Then, I suddenly felt so embarrassed by the picture on this page that my whole face started burning.

Why is there a hand-painted color drawing of mine on Yin Xiamo's desk? !

I suppressed my shame and turned to the next page——

A hand-drawn picture of Yin Nuoer wearing a bunny nightgown; a hand-drawn picture of Yin Nuoer wearing a maid outfit and playing with a cat; and a hand-drawn picture of Yin Nuoer washing her hair in the bathroom without any clothes on...

This... this is basically a notebook!

It’s still R18, purely hand-painted, and has no restrictions!

How come I didn't realize this guy is actually a master?

and many more……

At this moment, I suddenly realized something.

Yin Xiamo has lived for thousands of years. She may not be proficient in the Earth's writing system, but if she could just take a hundred years out of these thousands of years to paint...

Then it would be easy for her to draw the pictures in the booklet in her hand.

In other words, Yin Xiamo's eyes are like a video recorder that records videos 24/7. As long as she wants, she can record all my shameful scenes...

"..."

I put the booklet back.

"Looks like I'll have to have a good chat with someone over dinner tonight."

"..."

……

No. 164 Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors: Catnip

I opened the small door to the balcony, put on the small slippers and walked out. I picked up the clothes rack next to me and took down the clothes that Yin Xiamo had washed for me in the past two days.

Ever since I moved into this house, it seems that the task of washing clothes has always been contracted by this Miss Death.

After a few days of "running-in", Yin Xiamo and I's "night life" gradually became fixed - usually around eight o'clock in the evening, Elodie would go to the coffee shop, and then we would change clothes and go home. When I got home and was about to take a shower, Yin Xiamo would take my clothes and underwear, and wash them in the washing machine together with hers, and then wash them by hand.

It takes more time for girls to take a bath, especially for girls like me with long hair. I have to wash my hair, take care of my hair, blow dry it after washing, and do body care and skin care. Before I know it, an hour has passed.

There is a washing machine in my small apartment, but I usually use it to wash some more troublesome clothes like coats, and I still wash my underwear by hand.

Coming here, I have to say that Yin Xiamo really helped a lot. If she hadn't helped wash clothes while I was taking a shower, my clothes would have been dry after I took a shower, and I would still need to spend a lot of time on this.

It's already very late to get home at eight or nine o'clock. If you take a shower for an hour, it's ten o'clock. If you have to wash your clothes after coming out of the bathroom, it will be eleven o'clock before you know it, and it's time to go to bed after washing clothes.

If Yin Xiamo helps me with the laundry, I'll have a lot more time to write.

I have always treated novels as my own children, and rarely write when I am in a particularly bad state, such as when I am sick, have a high fever, or am extremely sleepy or tired, unless it is absolutely necessary.

Every night after a busy day, I take a comfortable bath, take care of my skin, and come to my small room smelling fragrant. Typing in this state gives me a feeling of overflowing self-confidence. I type for an hour and a half around ten o'clock, and by half past eleven, when I feel sleepy, I can go to bed.

By the way, maybe you can consider buying a few more pieces of underwear or something?

In the bright morning sunshine, after taking in the dried clothes, I looked at the balcony full of green plants, the large vegetable garden downstairs, and the Xingguang Primary School next to it, where the familiar "Campus Assembly Song" in my memory was playing. My mind was a little dazed for a moment.

Home, school, life.

If I were a child from an ordinary family in this community, I would be the same as those other kids now. I would be woken up by my parents in a daze early in the morning, then eat breakfast in a hurry, get on my parents' car, chatter all the way to the school gate, and follow my friends to the classroom, which is annoying but where I can face all kinds of new things every day. I would discuss with all the latecomers what brilliant achievements I made in the game yesterday and what good cartoons have been released recently.

Sadly, I didn’t have that kind of childhood.

I walked back from the balcony holding the clothes.

This small balcony should be usually taken care of by Yin Xiamo. I don’t know where she gets so much time, but to be honest, it is well taken care of, just like a small garden.

There are many outdoor plants planted on the balcony, including grapes, small oranges, and some vines that I can't name but that climb the wall and bloom small flowers. It's a large green area. Every time I open the door, I can smell the faint fragrance of flowers and the elegant scent of green plants.

After breakfast, I'll go find the primary school principal and reject the commission.

When I returned to my room, I was putting the clothes I had brought back into the closet while thinking secretly in my mind.

Now, if we have to say, Yin Xiamo and I are not "short of money" in a sense.

According to Yin Xiamo, both she and I have almost endless lifespans, and endless life means endless wealth. If we really want to "do something crazy", we can actually do anything.

To be serious, the mere existence of Yin Xiamo and I is "priceless".

One is a demon from another world who replaces "death" in the laws of the universe, and the other is the reincarnation of a brave warrior from another world who will never die.

Cosmology, physics, biology...all messed up.