Qi Zheng, a college dancer in a bar in the new era who believes in Marxism, was tricked into a deserted mountain and lost. Now there is a male ghost in white who claims to be the mountain god in his arms... Oh no, the beautiful boy is crying so hard at the moment, wiping his tears with his sleeve.
Qi Zheng:......
Qi Zheng: "Little brother, can you let me go?"
The young man paused, stopped choking, raised his head suddenly, and glared at him fiercely.
This ability to change faces, this ability to make rain when there is thunder, makes my distant cousin who is still breastfeeding feel ashamed. Qi Zheng thought to himself.
"I'm not some little brother! I'm your wife!"
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The squeamish mountain god Mei Gong x the reticent complainer
Qi Zheng returned to the countryside with his father to spend the summer vacation and lived in the ancestral house left by his mother.
This village seems a little weird, with all kinds of strange rules and rituals, as well as the tradition of worshiping mountain gods. The attitude of the villagers is awkward and unfriendly. Countless pairs of inquiring and suspicious eyes are staring at the father and son, trying to cover up some shady secret.
Until one day, Qi Zheng met the little mountain god himself and asked him to bring roast chicken every day. Day after day, Qi Zheng looked at the pile of chicken bones in the back mountain and suspected that he was actually a weasel spirit.
This article is also called "Long Live the Man Who Eats and Drinks at My Doorstep and Claims to Be the God of the Mountain"
Purpose: Love and redemption