Chapter 1740 Are You the One Who Stole the Shrimp Just Now?

"Xijiu, is that you?" Di Fuyi suddenly stood up, looking around: "Are you here?"

The wind was cold and the night was cold, and no one answered him.

He still can't see her...

Gu Xijiu looked at him from the side, not knowing what it was like.

She stood in front of him and answered him, but he couldn't see or hear her.

Seeing him looking around in a daze, Gu Xijiu felt as if a cat's paw was scratching her heart, causing slight pain.

In fact, she also tried to get back into that body these days, but she was bounced back, and she couldn't get attached to it at all.

She also wandered around him, and even blew into his ear, but it was in vain.

She could see him, sense him, and know his every move, but he didn't know that she was by her side...

"Xijiu?" He stared at the plate and moved his fingers quickly.

Gu Xijiu recognized it, knew that this was a technique of condensing and capturing souls, and had tried hundreds of souls.

Now he really caught a soul, the soul of a kitten, the soul was a little confused, struggling in his hands.

Di Fuyi couldn't hide the disappointment in his eyes: "You were the one who stole the shrimp just now?"

The cat soul looked at him with a mask on his face, trembling in his palm.

Di Fuyi let go of the cat soul, sat slumped on the chair, stared blankly at the table for a while, and smiled wryly: "I was overthinking, she was hurt so badly by me, and she didn't want me as a person." If you want it, why would you care about the food I cook? What's more, the food I cook is not delicious..."

Gu Xijiu: "..."

Her eyes were a little sour, so she simply sat across from him and stared at him in a daze.

Di Fuyi is omnipotent, there are few things in this world that he doesn't know, and he strives to be the best no matter what he does, except that he has no talent in cooking, and the taste of the carefully prepared meals is mediocre.

When Gu Xijiu was with him, she often made fun of him to lower his godhead, lest he always be superior.

At that time, he didn't cook easily, and he did it once in a while to coax her. But only do three or four things.

It is impossible for a husband and wife to be in love and not quarrel for eight years, and she also has moments of quarrel with him, and then ignores him.

He tried his best to coax her, and when he couldn't coax her, he would cook a big table of dishes to make her happy.

Under normal circumstances, seeing his sincerity in cooking a large table of dishes, she would not bother with him.

Of course, Di Fuyi is actually a very arrogant person, he knows how to hide the skills he is really not good at, and the number of times he has cooked for her in the eight years of marriage can be counted on the fingers.

Now there are sixteen dishes on this table, even if she is alive and has a big stomach, she still can't eat it.

The past is like a cloud of smoke, you think it has dissipated, but in fact it is still lingering around you, hovering in your heart from time to time.

Gu Xijiu actually doesn't know what she is now, it doesn't seem to be a soul, otherwise it is impossible for Di Fuyi not to see it.

But it's not a real person, and she can't see her own body, but she has five senses.

The night was cold, and Di Fuyi sat alone at the table. He didn't eat food, but he drank a lot of wine, one cup after another. It seems to be drinking to drown their sorrows.

He didn't know where he took out a flute and played it quietly.

Undoubtedly, he played the flute very well, and every piece he played was a melody of nature. And every song was basically a song that Gu Xijiu had sung in front of him.

In eight years, she sang more than a hundred songs in front of him?