I have a date with the beast

At 08:30 in the morning, Jiang Ze opened the door of the restaurant on time. Standing in front of the door, he stretched his slightly stiff body and breathed in the refreshing fresh air.

He rubbed his sore and swollen temples and forced himself to cheer up. In fact, he hadn't slept well for several consecutive nights, and his whole body was in low spirits during the day.

Jiang Ze turned around and stepped into the door of the restaurant, and just as he stepped in, a piercing sound of glass shattering came from behind him.

Jiang Ze was startled, and immediately turned his neck to look at it, which made him break out in a cold sweat.

A flower pot hit him impartially on the spot where he was standing just now. If he hadn't happened to walk into the dining room, the flower pot would definitely fall on his head.

Jiang Ze had lingering fears throughout the morning. He had been terrified that if the flowerpot hit his head, how his head would bloom, and whether his brain would also splash out.

Xiao Zhao stood at the door of the restaurant and yawned. The business of this restaurant was not getting better day by day. Judging from the momentum, it should not be far from closing the door. Thinking of this, he sneezed loudly when he opened his mouth. He frowned and rubbed his face. rubbed his itchy nose.

It is strange to say that he himself has always been in excellent physical fitness, and he has never been sick since he was a child, but he feels that since he came to this restaurant as a part-time job, his immunity has also declined a lot, and he has had all the colds, fevers and coughs.

But Xiao Zhao didn't think much about it, and blamed it on the change of seasons.

It was about one or two o'clock in the afternoon, and the boss Li Yang walked into the restaurant angrily. Xiao Zhao, who was in the middle of a yawn, immediately shut his mouth, his eyes were flushed from the suffocation.

Jiang Ze leaned against the rough brick wall in the backyard, and as soon as he took out his cigarette case, Xiao Zhao ran in in a panic.

"Brother Jiang! Brother Jiang!" He shouted at the top of his voice, with a hint of imperceptible excitement in his tone.

Jiang Ze glanced at the cigarette in his hand, sighed lightly, stuffed it back into his pocket, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Our boss is divorced!" Xiao Zhao said excitedly.

Jiang Ze: "..."

"What else should I do?" Jiang Ze was about to be laughed at by Xiao Zhao, and he stretched out his hand to drive him away, "Go, go, stay here."

Xiao Zhao nimbly avoided Jiang Ze's hand, he took out something from his pocket with a playful smile, and offered it to Jiang Ze like a treasure: "Brother Jiang, this is for you!"

Jiang Ze was taken aback when he saw the pack of cigarettes in his hand, and then scolded him with a smile, but he didn't reject the kid's kindness, and simply accepted it.

That afternoon, as soon as chef Lao Li came to take over, his hand was cut again.The injury was a bit serious this time, so Jiang Ze had no choice but to hand over the security of the restaurant to Xiao Zhao, and he took Lao Li to the hospital to treat the wound.

On the way to the hospital, Lao Li repeatedly rubbed the bandages on his hands, and said in a hoarse and vicissitudes voice: "Xiao Jiang, I will resign after this week."

Jiang Ze was very surprised: "Why? Isn't it well done?"

Old Li turned his head, his eyes were dark yellow and cloudy, and the years had left indelible deep marks on his face. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "That restaurant has evil spirits."

Jiang Ze's breath was stagnant when he heard the words.

After that, Lao Li talked about some of his rough views on Fengshui. He explained that people strive for one breath, and Buddhas strive for one stick of incense, and people rely on this breath to survive.Since everything in the world exists, there must be a field, and people living in it must be affected by it.

Jiang Ze listened carefully, word for word, and then became more and more puzzled.He thought of the headless monster he saw in the warehouse that night. In Feng Shui, he never talked about ghosts and gods, but only talked about evil spirits, or called them god evil spirits. what happened?Could it be that evil spirit can still take shape?However, it is too far-fetched and absurd to put it together like this.

Lao Li said: "This evil spirit hurts people invisible, and if you stay for a long time, it will definitely bring bloody disasters. The restaurant faces south to north, with its back to the yin. Separate toilets, backyards, kitchens, and counters are really dangerous. The "unicorn stepping on gossip" on the cashier counter and the five elements and eight trigrams posted on the door are all used to defuse the evil spirits. Our boss has probably asked someone to come Judging by Feng Shui, it may be a master of Taoism in Guangxi."

"Ghost Master of the Great Way?" Jiang Ze asked hesitantly.

Hearing this noun, Lao Li suddenly raised his head, fixed his dark eyes on Jiang Ze, and asked sharply, "How do you know this?"

Jiang Ze paused and explained honestly: "My father is a Feng Shui master. My two elder brothers let him look around when they were young, but he never let me touch this. I just heard my second brother mention it by accident... ..."

Jiang Ze fell silent after speaking.He used to want to be a Feng Shui master like his father, eldest brother and second brother, to help others solve problems and seek compliance. When he was a child, whenever he saw his two brothers carrying their luggage and following their father on a long trip, he was very envious.He still remembers that when he accidentally mentioned this idea to his father when he was 14 years old, the always gentle old man immediately became furious and vehemently rejected it: "I send you to school so that you can study hard! Don't think about these false names all day long!"

"Then why can the elder brother and the second elder brother!" The young Jiang Ze was dissatisfied with his father's different treatment, and all the anger and resentment accumulated for a long time were vented in an instant, turning into a sad question.He was not convinced why the eldest brother and the second brother could follow their father to become a respected feng shui master, while he himself had to go to school to study obediently. Caring and caring, but at that time, I was excluded and alienated like an outsider.

"You are different from them!"

You are not like them.This sentence is like a curse, which has bound Jiang Ze for decades. Whenever the night is quiet, this sentence full of anger will come out from every corner of the room, rushing into Jiang Ze's mind, bringing His endless torment and resentment.

Old Li was thoughtful, and it took a long time before he said: "Xiao Jiang, you are still young, and you can find a job very easily. Leave that right and wrong place as soon as possible." Your father was right not to let you get in touch with this industry.It's just that he couldn't say it in the end.He thought these words were superfluous, but in fact, on the contrary, it was a relief to Jiang Ze.But this opportunity passed by, so many years later, his father's different treatment of him is still a shackle in Jiang Ze's heart.

Jiang Ze didn't respond to Lao Li's kind proposal. He lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers.

In fact, it's not that Jiang Ze didn't want to leave. After so many things happened, he was really scared.

But he can't.He has no education and no skills, so it is really difficult to find a job like this that has no technical content, but pays a lot and provides accommodation.He can still stay in that restaurant now, relying entirely on a little luck, and getting through the day is a day.

He is different from Xiao Zhao, that kid went to a good university, has a hundred possibilities in the future, and has a bright life, but he doesn't.

Jiang Ze raised his head, and he stared at the flashing street scene outside the car window in rapt attention, a ripple of pain finally appeared in his eyes.

It was a quarter of an hour to twelve o'clock at night, and Jiang Ze was waiting at the door. He looked back at the clock on the wall, and thought to himself that those two strange people were coming soon.

Sure enough, they came just after twelve o'clock.

The strange thing is that it seems that in a flash, those two people came from afar without making a sound, and all the surrounding things also appeared shaking phantoms. Before Jiang Ze could react, they were already close at hand.

That not-so-lovable kid ate a few more plates of roast duck, and Jiang Ze felt a little funny at the same time while his whole body was hairy.

The young man in black unlined clothes sat on the chair in the same posture from beginning to end. He silently watched the lonely night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and occasionally shifted his gaze to the boy opposite.

Even though they were far away, Jiang Ze could still see his sharp-edged side face, and the contours of his icy face softened by the warm light of the restaurant.

Jiang Ze didn't understand why there was such a low-key but obvious sadness in this young man, and he didn't know why he had such unfounded thoughts, but whenever his eyes touched him, his heart would tighten and harden, and there would be bursts of long-lasting pain. Delicate bitterness.

It wasn't until Jiang Ze forced himself to look away and stared at the ceiling above his head that the vague sadness in his heart gradually disappeared.

At 12:30, they left the restaurant on time.

Jiang Ze stood at the door and watched them leave. Before leaving, the young man suddenly turned his head, stared at him with bottomless black eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Get out of here as soon as possible."

Jiang Ze was taken aback by the silver gleam that flashed across his pupils, and when he was dazed, the young man disappeared from sight while leading the boy.

There are only calm fountain pools and towering buildings in front of me, as if they have never been here.