Falling In Love With The Grim Reaper

Lightning struck down from the sky, and after a long time, there was a sudden thunderclap.

Chi Jiayan ran very fast.

The small figure walked through the entire block in the rain.

Sure enough, as Chi Jiayan said, this hospital named "Caring Pet" is not far away.In fact, it is not exactly a hospital, it is more like a small-scale pet clinic.In such bad weather, apart from the foster animals, there is no one in the clinic, and the only two doctors are also very busy.

Chi Jiayan was too young, he tried several times to push the glass door open, but because it was too heavy, he couldn't push it open.

Death stood behind him.

Chi Jiayan turned around and said, "Brother, can you push the door for me?"

The rain covered Chi Jiayan's eyelashes, and he couldn't even open his eyes, which made his pupils extremely dark with moisture.

The mask blocked the appearance of the god of death, making the god of death look expressionless. He just stood and didn't mean to help.His mask is pure white, only two holes are opened in the eyes for easy vision. If others see this weird scene, they will shudder.

Chi Jiayan still can't feel these fears, maybe he just regards Death as a cosplay lover.Seeing the Grim Reaper standing silently, he was so anxious that he had to slap the glass door and shouted in: "Uncle—Uncle Doctor—quickly open the door!"

The shrill children's voice made Death's brain ache.

In fact, he can't stand children a little bit, and thinks that children are noisy creatures, which is very annoying.

Fortunately, Chi Jiayan is a voice, he yelled like that, and the doctor inside could hear it no matter how absorbed he was watching TV.

"Little friend, what's the matter?" A fat doctor opened the door.

"Uncle doctor, this little cat is injured." Chi Jiayan opened his clothes, and there was a black cat curled up on his stomach.Maybe it was only halfway through the run that I realized that I forgot to take the umbrella, and I was afraid that the cat would get caught in the rain, so I hid it in my clothes.

The children's shirt was stained with blood, and the fat doctor took the cat in surprise: "Come in quickly."

The god of death also followed in. The doctor asked about the origin of the cat, and Chi Jiayan answered in a childish voice. No one noticed that the chill in this small pet clinic had dropped suddenly, but it was the god of death who came.

The other skinny doctor turned off the air conditioner, and said, "The weather has become really weird. It was hot and stuffy just now. Why is it so cold all of a sudden—this cat was hit by a car, right?"

The fat doctor put the cat on the consultation table and turned it gently: "Well, yes. The stomach is injured, and the ribs are also poked out."

Chi Jiayan was so nervous that he subconsciously held the hand of the god of death, and asked, "Will the kitten die?"

The fat doctor was kinder, and thought for a while: "It's not sure yet. But it has suffered such a serious injury, and the possibility of saving it is very small."

What they said next, the god of death didn't listen.

His attention was attracted by the little hand holding his finger, and an indescribable emotion surrounded Death in an instant.

For thousands of years, he traveled alone in this world, and it has been a long, long time since he had any physical contact with anyone.

That hand was tender, small, with a hot temperature, completely different from Death's cold hand.

In Death's eyes, the chill was melting away little by little, like ice and snow had just melted, and his heart seemed to be stirred by a feather, and he finally realized how cute this child was.

"...I'm rich!" While talking, Chi Jiayan suddenly raised his voice.

At the same time, Reaper lowered his head and saw the top of Chi Jiayan's hair. Those hairs were black, and they were all limply attached to his scalp because of being wet.Chi Jiayan was just escaping the money in his pocket, and counted it in a crumpled ball.

A total of 27 five.

The thin doctor: "...kid, is this all the money?"

"This is the money I was going to buy takeaway just now!" Chi Jiayan said, "I still have it at home, I can go back and get it!"

"You went out to buy takeaway by yourself when you were only five years old?" asked the fat doctor.

"Yeah!" Chi Jiayan nodded, "My parents are too busy with work, and I'm very good."

Mom and Dad?

The god of death once again noticed the yellow juelan hanging on Chi Jiayan's neck with a red thread.He read it in the horoscope before he set off. This child should be the fate of the lone star of Tiansha. He is destined to be alone for a lifetime because of his parents, distant relatives and friends.If that's the case, then the child's parents are still alive at this time, and Death can't take him away.

Because in that case, the impact on the future may be great, and it will disturb other people's horoscopes.

The god of death may have to choose another moment of death.

"Uncle doctor, please save the kitten, I'm going home to get the money now!"

After Chi Jiayan finished speaking, he was about to run outside, but the skinny doctor quickly grabbed him: "No hurry! It's still raining outside."

"I'll let my elder brother accompany me!" Chi Jiayan took Death's hand and left.

The remaining two doctors looked at each other: how can there be any big brother?

Maybe it's because children with high emotional intelligence don't recognize their birth, and Chi Jiayan wanted to do it with his companions when he picked up an injured kitten on the side of the road.The God of Death was dragged along, and met some lonely ghosts on the road, all of them huddled in dark corners, watching them like ghosts, although their own appearance may be much more terrible.

Chi Jiayan should also be able to see these ghosts, but he turned a blind eye. It is hard to imagine how a five-year-old child can survive in this environment.

"It's that lord! Why is he here?!" On the street lamp, a hanged ghost said vaguely, his tongue was so frightened that it was about to fall off.

"Run." The little winter melon ghost tremblingly tugged at him, "What are you looking at, hurry up and run away, be careful that he will let the wolves come out and eat you..."

The god of death did not look back when he heard these whispered discussions. In his eyes, all things existed like ants, allowing those ghosts to make up their minds and run around.

Chi Jiayan was focused on going home to get the money.He took Death's hand, walked into the Qingshui community, and went up to the third floor. When he opened the door, he tiptoed slightly to reach the keyhole.This home is very warmly furnished, and it can be seen that it is a harmonious family, so how did Chi Jiayan turn into that disgusting 27-year-old appearance?

Death was a little curious.

After entering the door, the hands were released.

The familiar cold spread all over Death's body again. He looked at his hands, paleness was spreading.

It was just a one-time contact with human beings, which actually made him a little nostalgic, so that he didn't leave for a long time.

Chi Jiayan moved a small stool, but still couldn't reach the piggy bank on the cabinet.

"Brother hug." He raised his head and stretched out his arms to the god of death, his face full of longing.

In fact, at the height of the god of death, it can be easily obtained by reaching out.

For some reason, he bent down a little and picked up the little dumpling: "Okay."

Chi Jiayan got the piggy bank and threw it on the ground without hesitation. After a "bang", the piggy bank was torn apart, and countless coins were scattered all over the place. Roughly, there should be more than 100 coins.

The expression on the doctor's face when he gets a bag of coins is wonderful.

But even without the money, they would save the cat with the hope of such a pure and lovely child.

The kitten had an operation and was going to be "hospitalized" in the clinic. Chi Jiayan lay beside the cage: "Little kitty, you will definitely get better."

This may be the first time Chi Jiayan has used the ability of words.

Because he has no adverse reactions.

Yan Ling, often the more he talks, the more he will backlash. Early death is the most common way for Yan Ling to die, and they can't live to be 35 years old at the longest.

After bidding farewell to the doctor, the two returned to the road.

Chi Jiayan was not even as tall as the God of Death's waist, he raised his head: "Brother, can you accumulate virtue by doing good deeds?"

The god of death was a little surprised. It turned out that this child knew from the beginning that he did not belong to this world.

He probably thought of him as a special ghost.

Reaper lowered his head slightly, and a large and small shadow cast long under the street lamp: "There is no such statement."

"Ah?" Chi Jiayan sighed in disappointment, tears filled his eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, "I thought, as long as I do more good deeds, grandpa will be fine."

Death was silent.

"I don't want grandpa to die. I also want my parents not to go to the hospital anymore and want them to accompany me." Chi Jiayan lied just now. It turns out that his parents are not both working, but the elders are seriously ill and have no means to spare.

Reaper reached out a hand and stroked his head.

Death is ruthless, but also merciful.

Everything in the world is just a flash in the pan in his eyes, when to be born and when to die is just a matter of a flick of a finger.Time is constant for him, he just needs to make sure that every life on the chart dies at the right time.

He already understood that now is not a good time to take Chi Jiayan away.

Chi Jiayan didn't know that in the blink of an eye, he had already passed through a life-and-death moment, he sniffed, and pretended to be strong: "Actually, I didn't come out to buy takeaway, I just wanted to secretly buy ice cream while they were away .”

grim Reaper:"……"

The rain did not know when it stopped, and the night sky in Chunnan City was dark blue.

This rain came and went quickly.

"I read that right! That lord actually buys things for humans?" The hanged ghost's head appeared on the trash can.

The little wax gourd ghost was still trembling, crying: "Country bun, that's ice cream, I ate it a few times before I died."

"Bah, isn't that black like shit, what's there to eat?" The hanged ghost scolded, "Why haven't I seen it?"

"It smells like chocolate. You've been dead for more than 100 years. It's so normal to never see it." Just after the short melon ghost finished speaking, he felt a biting cold run down his back. He looked around and saw the god of death. His gaze was sweeping towards them coldly.

The noisy voice disappeared immediately.

Grim Reaper looked at his watch and felt that it was time to arrange for people to come to the world to collect the junk.

"Brother, are you going home?" Chi Jiayan asked, licking the ice cream, with a satisfied look on his face, just one ice cream, unexpectedly erased the sadness in his little head.

"Hmm." Death's voice was very indifferent.

"Will I see you again?" Chi Jiayan's eyes sparkled.

Death nodded: "Soon."

After finishing speaking, with a howl of a wolf, the golden totem in black on Death's body shone brightly, and a huge black wolf bowed its head and appeared.

The god of death rode on the back of the wolf, and the wolf's mouth spat out golden light, like an endless passage.

When the giant wolf carried the god of death into the passage and disappeared, Chi Jiayan's ice cream also fell to the ground.

"It's so cool—" He looked at the sky.