The house is money, the story is life

It all started with a little ad.

[Sincerely looking for typists, men and women are not limited, you can do it at home. 】

Black, italics, reflected on the computer screen, like a row of capitalized sarcasm.

The word itself is not mocking.Words do not mock people, what makes people feel mocked is the meaning it is given by people, as well as the timing and location of its appearance.There is nothing wrong with a sentence like this in itself, but when it appears in the comment area of ​​an article, or a cold article, it will appear extremely ironic.

Sitting in the corner of the room, Zhou Tang looked at his other self staring at the computer screen in disbelief under the faint light, refreshing the webpage over and over again, trying to find another new comment besides this advertisement , but can't find even a punctuation mark.

If this is a dream—he thought silently, this is a very bad dream.

He watched himself give up, close the webpage, open the document, and start typing today's update.The rattling sound of the mechanical keyboard soon filled the room. The sound was powerful, fast and full of rhythm, as if a group of girls were dancing flamenco in the dance studio with their skirts up. The difference was that this sound was much more lonely.

What do people create for?Some people just want to tell stories, and some people just want others to listen to their stories.Others, because others want to hear his story.Unfortunately, Zhou Tang belongs to the second type, and even more unfortunate, he has no chance with the third type.

For more than half a month, the only non-hunuan comment received was this small advertisement, and this incident itself can explain the problem.

The angle of view changed, and Zhou Tang's eyes merged with another self, and he switched from the corner to the computer.He looked down at his hands and at the keyboard below, a wry smile appeared on his lips, and he pressed his hand on the keyboard involuntarily, instinctively wanting to finish typing the update he was writing.When I looked up, I found that the screen had turned into a distorting mirror. What was reflected on it was not his reflection, but words that were enlarged and shrunk one by one, distorted like an emoji, with fangs and claws like a devil's pace. I couldn't see or read clearly.Another colorful dialog box popped up, like a bullet screen, flying across the field of vision, accompanied by unfamiliar or familiar voices, sounding in the room one after another.

[Uh, the idea is good, but I feel that the author's writing skills are not enough.keep it up. 】

【What the hell?I don't understand. 】

[Boring, I gave up halfway through it. 】

[Great, great, I support you!Ask each other for a return visit! 】

[Very good, you can also read my article. 】

【Watch? Film? Please? Poke hhvtdhxyvs】

[Thank you for your contribution. It can be seen that you have put your heart into it, but it really does not meet our acceptance requirements. Please continue to work hard and look forward to the next cooperation. 】

Overwhelming, buzzing, can't be driven away, can't be photographed, can't be shaken off.

If this is a dream - Zhou Tang rests his forehead and thinks, this must be a nightmare.

At this moment, another dialog box popped up, right in front of him, a long line, with words jumping out line by line.

[Sincerely looking for typists, men and women are not limited, you can do it at home. 】

[You can get: a long enough lifespan and youth—of course, in relative terms. 】

[A practical and convenient little ability—but don't expect too much. 】

[A well-behaved and cute little boss who escapes the heat and cools down—if you do a good job, you can quickly become a big boss. 】

[A person who will read your story forever—unless you don’t want to do it yourself. 】

[You only need to do: regularly collect stories and organize them into Word documents - WPS is not accepted.No reason, just don't like it. 】

[Can do housework - of course, it is better to have money to hire part-time workers. 】

[Support all the boss's decisions, and don't express any opinions on his taste - except for 'boss you are working too hard' and the like. 】

[You'd better: don't be afraid of ghosts, don't hate children.Boys, young adults, middle-aged, and old people who don't hate men either—in general, they don't hate men. 】

【Good tempered and tolerant.Can accept enough willfulness - you don't have to be convinced, but at least you have to hold back for me. 】

[Have the awareness to raise the boss and kill him - you don't need to pay for the coffin. 】

[That's all for now, I'll add more when I think of it. 】

[PS: Young man, I think your bones are not clear but not bad, do you want to give it a try?[-]% discount for first-time applicants, if you want to come as soon as possible, please】

【Da~】

... What the hell is this?What happened to the last word "da"?Are you so cute that you forget the words?Don't force yourself if you can't sell it...

Zhou Tang complained silently, but involuntarily stretched his hand towards the dialog box.It was hot, soft and sticky to the touch, like a layer of wet hot glue.

The palm went through the hot glue, then the arm, then the body.Zhou Tang walked through it all the way, made a "boo", and his eyes were closed by a white light.When I opened my eyes again, I found myself standing in an empty white room with nothing in it except a handsome young man in a blue shirt squatting in a big cardboard box reading a book.The front of the carton was leaning against a piece of cardboard with the words "Ask for support" written on it.

Zhou Tang looked at the cardboard, then at the young man, with a troubled face: "I'm straight."

The young man looked up at him, sighed, picked up the cardboard, and added a handle on the right side of the "bag" indifferently.

……this is okay too?

The corners of Zhou Tang's eyes twitched, and he raised his eyes again, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.In the cardboard box in front of me, there was only a beautiful child about four or five years old.

The child looked at him coldly, and the light in the dark pupils flowed like a night sky.

He stretched out his hand to Zhou Tang, and Zhou Tang held it subconsciously, only to feel a pain in his palm, and the original brown eyes were also stained with the same pitch black.

"Is it Zhou Tang?"

The child spoke, his voice as cold as his fingertips: "I am Xia Shi. From now on, please give me your advice."

If this is a dream - Zhou Tang holds the child's hand, closes his eyes, and thinks silently in his heart, maybe this will be a sweet dream.

There was the sound of beads falling to the ground.Zhou Tang suddenly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a computer that was turned on, and inside the computer was a half-typed document.He rubbed his eyes and got up, picked up a pair of plain glasses and put them on, yawned and looked at the screen, when he heard the sound of beads rolling from the side, turned his head and saw a little boy about four or five years old The boy is sitting on a ponytail and wearing beads.

In front of him is a short table with many wooden beads scattered on it.Zhou Tang walked over to take a look, picked up a few from the ground and put them back, and asked, "What is this for?"

"It's going to be given away." The child said without raising his head, "There will be a guest today. That guest will need this."

"This time the guest... is a living person?"

Looking at the beads picked out by the child, Zhou Tang asked hesitantly.If it is an ordinary "customer", no one would like Taomu, right?In particular, there are eighteen arhats and Buddha characters engraved on it.

"Well, a living person. Bad luck, haunted by evil spirits, this is for him to ward off evil spirits." The child tied a knot indiscriminately, and handed the messy bracelet to Zhou Tang, "If he asks, you It’s because his name has fire in it, wood makes fire, and this is a free talisman.”

After he finished speaking, he patted his clothes, stood up, and walked to the computer desk: "Have you finished finishing yesterday's story? I'm hungry."

"Oh, not yet." Zhou Tang said, and hurriedly stepped forward to open the drawer, took out a stack of A4 papers and handed them over, "This is from before, I haven't shown it to you yet, you take it to pad your stomach first. "

"Okay." The child nodded, took the A4 paper and went out, Zhou Tang suddenly stopped him: "Xia Shi."

"Huh?" Xia Shi turned back, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Zhou Tang pushed the plain mirror on the bridge of his nose, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed, "I just wanted to tell you, I dreamed about you just now."

"Is this strange?" The child tilted his head, "I'm your boss, you should dream of me."

"...That's right."

The child nodded again, turned and walked out the door.Zhou Tang touched his nose, exhaled lightly, and sat back in front of the computer to type on the keyboard again.At the top of the tens of thousands of words document is a small title——

【"Xiashilu·Zhou Tang"】