"The weather today seems a bit bad, is it going to rain?"
Inside the car, Chen Qin looked at the scenery outside the window and couldn't help muttering.
"But the weather forecast didn't say it would rain," Ye Shuang said, though weather forecasts weren't one hundred percent accurate. It often happened that the forecast showed sunny weather, but it was actually raining outside.
Soon, Ye Shuang and the others arrived at a flower shop, a place Ye Shuang had brought Bai Yuyou to before.
"Hmm? What kind of flowers do you need? We have a lot of fresh roses today, look at these blue roses."
"Chrysanthemums." Bai Yuyou spoke up from the side.
"Chrysanthemums?"
"Yes, to visit deceased relatives." Bai Yuyou nodded. Perhaps because she had been here before, she remembered these things.
Ye Shuang reached out and gently patted the girl's head, smiling at the shop owner, "Sorry for the trouble, just arrange them according to what she said."
"Okay, that'll be 60 in total."
After paying, Ye Shuang held the flowers and returned to the car.
Driving to the cemetery again, the three of them simply registered and entered.
The sky seemed to have darkened a bit more. Ye Shuang looked up and slowly lowered his gaze, while Chen Qin stood by holding flowers as well. "Ye, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just that this place seems a bit old."
"Everything gets old." Chen Qin smiled. She seemed to know the way too, walking slightly ahead.
Soon, the three arrived in front of a tombstone.
To Ye Shuang's surprise, there was already a bouquet of flowers on it.
"Did someone come?"
"My daddy and the others came, right on New Year's Day," Chen Qin said from the side. "He said he missed Uncle Ye a bit, so he wanted to come over for a drink."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"After all, it's the older generation catching up," Chen Qin said.
Father Chen was a very sentimental person, even driving hundreds of kilometers personally just to deliver a bouquet of flowers.
Ye Shuang: "..."
He gently knelt on one knee, placing the flowers he was holding carefully in front of the tombstone—looking at the familiar figures in the black and white photos on it, Ye Shuang spoke, "I came to see you. Chen Qin and Yuyou came too."
"You should know Yuyou by now, right? After all, she came once before."
At this moment, Bai Yuyou squatted beside Ye Shuang, greeting the photos very seriously, "Hello Uncle and Aunt, I am Bai Yuyou."
"Look, this child is greeting you."
"..."
"If you have anything you want to say, you can actually come to me in a dream." Ye Shuang continued to speak softly, suddenly falling silent for a long time.
Could they... really hear him?
"Pitter, patter..."
Water droplets fell on the flower petals. Ye Shuang slightly raised his head, only to find that it had started to drizzle, and the cemetery seemed to have turned gray, completely lacking the appearance it should have had in the morning.
"..."
"Ye, it's raining!" Chen Qin looked at her bag and took out a folding umbrella.
Although the folding umbrella looked big enough for only one person, she still opened it and handed it directly to Ye Shuang. "Hurry up, hurry up, you two squeeze together, don't get wet."
"You guys use it, I don't mind." Ye Shuang shook his head, letting Chen Qin stand together with Bai Yuyou.
Rainwater ran down his bangs onto his nose, a bit cold.
When Ye Shuang looked at the tombstone again, he was surprised to find a white clock appearing on it.
"..." Ye Shuang slightly opened his mouth.
As he gradually fixed his gaze on that clock, the surrounding scenery began to distort. A few seconds later, his vision was completely white.
And that familiar buzzing sound.
...
...
The scene before him gradually became clear. It was a woman's face, holding a bamboo stick in her hand.
"Are you stupid? Running out in heavy rain and making Qin go crazy with you!"
"You're definitely eating bamboo stick braised pork today!"
The next moment, Ye Shuang felt a chill all over his body, and not only that, a sharp pain suddenly came from his thigh.
The bamboo stick hit his leg directly, making a crisp smack.
Ye Shuang was stunned for a moment, looking at his mother's face, but suddenly started giggling, "Mom."
"You're still laughing?! Hurry up and take a shower!" The next second, Ye Shuang was whipped a few more times.
Ye Shuang twitched the corner of his mouth and hurried towards his room. He looked at his wet clothes, and finally glanced at the calendar on the wall, only to find that it was during his middle school years.
And the clock in the top right corner seemed to have stopped weirdly, no longer turning.
"What's going on..."
"Why did the clock stop?"
Generally speaking, after the countdown clock ended, he would return to his original world.
But why did it stop this time?
Could it be... he couldn't go back?
Ye Shuang pondered, subconsciously pushing open the bathroom door to take a shower.
"Eek?!" The inside was misty with water vapor, and suddenly a squeak came out. Upon hearing the sound, Ye Shuang was slightly taken aback, recovering from his deep thought, and looked forward—
A girl with long, straight black hair was holding the showerhead, staring at him blankly.
"Ye, w-why did you come in?!" The girl's face instantly turned red.
Ye Shuang also didn't expect Chen Qin to be in the bathroom. For a moment, he didn't know what to say, his brain freezing.
"My clothes are wet, so I wanted to shower with you."
The next second, Ye Shuang realized the consequences of saying this. You have to know that the Chen Qin at this time was a little tsundere; it was absolutely impossible for her to agree. Plus, she only needed to scream, and what would welcome Ye Shuang would be a mixed double beating from his parents.
Just as Ye Shuang was stuck in awkwardness, Chen Qin's face seemed to emit steam, turning completely red.
"T-then you come over..."
Ye Shuang stood in place for a few seconds.
"Hurry up and come over, you're going to catch a cold soon!" Chen Qin pulled a bath towel nearby to wrap herself up. Although she was very shy now, compared to this, she seemed more worried that Ye Shuang would catch a cold because of it.
Ye Shuang took off his wet jacket and looked at himself in the mirror next to him, thin and with some abs.
At this time, he was quite thin?
Little did he know that Chen Qin beside him had turned even redder, even turning her back to him.
"I thought you would be angry." Ye Shuang walked to the showerhead and began to wash his body.
"You know I'd be angry, stupid Ye, pervert, hmph!"
After saying a few sentences, Chen Qin suddenly gave a cute hum.
"Sorry, I didn't actually mean to, I was just thinking about things." Ye Shuang apologized. After all, he couldn't control the timeline he returned to.
But being able to see his parents again...
Ye Shuang felt as if something inside him had begun to be filled.
"Qin, is the water hot enough?" Right at this moment, Mother Ye's voice rang out from outside the bathroom door.

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pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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