Four Ancestors in My Family

At two o'clock in the morning, four beauties in period costumes appeared out of thin air in my living room. Xishi stared at me warily: "Who are you?" Wang Zhaojun looked around calmly: "It's not like the Huns." Diao Chan pursed her lips and smiled: "Do you recognize Dong Zhuo, sir?" Yang Yuhuan's legs went weak and he sat on the ground and cried: "I want to go home-" I was silent for ten seconds and took out my phone: "Hey, 110? There seem to be four lunatics in my family." The police came, looked at them, and then looked at me: "Young man, it is not illegal to wear Hanfu." Then left. Then they stayed at my house and refused to leave. I am a 26-year-old social programmer and part-time online article writer with a seven-digit deposit and three bedrooms and one living room. Living alone was just fine. Now I have four ancestors to support. Xi Shi rubbed his clothes, Wang Zhaojun took notes, Diao Chan smiled with her eyes narrowed, and Yang Yuhuan shouted "Can I eat it" every day. They are afraid of sofas, afraid of television, afraid of elevators, and afraid of roller coasters. They treated facial cleanser as food, called the subway an "underground train", tore up the admission letter and asked me "can it still be used?" They don't know what WeChat is, they don't know what likes are, they don't know what "fuck", "awesome" and "amazing" are. They learned slowly. Then they became popular. There are 50,000, 100,000, and 200,000 Douyin fans. Then they went to college. Then they asked me: "Who will give you a thumbs up when we leave?" I said, "I'll give you some." ——This is a hilarious daily life of social horror and four ancient beauties. ——This is also the story of an orphan who has a family for the first time.