The house is money, the story is life

It was almost an hour ago that Jing Yao returned to Weiqiu's agency alone.

At that time, Zhou Xiashi was looking for "Rebirth Strategy: The Demon King's Only Favored Evil Concubine" that he had read halfway yesterday and lost somewhere, and Zhou Tang was typing the story he heard from the guest into the computer again, with a troubled expression—— He tried to add some post-modern color to that story, arrange an O. Henry-style ending and raise it to the height of humanistic care, but this seems to be a bit difficult.

Jing Yao came in from the window on a piece of wood, and no one in the whole room raised his eyes, even though he sneaked into the drawer Zhou Tang used to put his business cards in a desperate manner.

The drawers were filled with wood splinter spirits like him, and when they saw him come back, they could not help but surround him curiously, asking questions about the brothers who had returned from afar.Jing Yao didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, just sat quietly on the wooden piece of his body, clenched his right hand into a fist, hugged a few fingers tightly, and pulled his clothes from time to time, trying to block the traces of nail polish on the body.

He flew back with his own body, which seemed to him to be a shameful thing; and what's more, he flew back with such an ugly thing, which was even more embarrassing.But in the face of life-and-death issues, it seems that it doesn't matter whether you lose face or not.

Zhou Tang found him when he was picking up his business card, and immediately threw him to Xia Shi.Zhou Xia looked at him with his chin in his hands with interest, and asked the question that Jing Yao didn't want to hear at all: "You look like you have a story. Tell me?"

To this, Jing Yao just wanted to say, Mom sells batches.

When Xia Shi wants to hear a story, he can definitely hear it.

This has nothing to do with magic or spiritual power, it's just a desire, a desire so strong that it can infect others.When he asks you for a story, you can feel his longing, waiting to be fed, like a baby bird, or like a bottomless ravine that cannot be filled.

Yielding to this begging power, Jing Yao reluctantly told Xia Shi what happened after he was sent away by Zhou Tang.From Xie's house to Su's family, from Su Xia to Run'an.The more he talked, the heavier his heart became, and the fingertips of his right hand became more and more painful.

But apparently his story wasn't compelling enough, at least for Summer Time.When he talked about Runan running around with makeup remover in his arms, Xia Shi was already bored enough to watch "History of Chinese Philosophy"; Turned off the TV and began to watch the large-scale fantasy TV series in ancient costumes of "several women robbing a man while several men want to sleep with a woman".

Then he talked to Jingyao about the love and hatred of those men and women, and then Zhou Tang, who was busy with work, came in to deliver fruits, and then, Xia Shi finally remembered, and asked Jingyao: "Then what?" ?”

"Then...then I ran away." Jing Yao whispered, "I..."

"Okay, don't talk about it, I don't want to hear it anymore." Xia Shi interrupted him, turned his face and took a piece of cantaloupe from Zhou Tang's fingers, chewed it and swallowed it, and stretched out his hand to Jing Yao: " Give me your hand."

Jing Yao: "...Huh?"

"Give me your hand." Xia Shi repeated, "I want to see your fingers."

Jing Yao hesitated for a moment, then let go of his right hand, and passed it forward, with his index and middle fingers resting on Xia Shi's fingertips.But he saw that one of his hands was as white as jade, but his two fingers were withered and black like burnt branches.Xia Shi quietly looked at it for a while, then took his hand away: "I'm optimistic. You can go."

Jing Yao: "Eh? What?"

"I said I'm optimistic. Why can't you hear people clearly?" Xia Shi's voice was a little impatient, and Jing Yao didn't dare to speak anymore.Zhou Tang's ears moved, and he turned his head to look at Xia Shi thoughtfully, only to see that the other party stood up abruptly, turned around and walked towards the inner room.

Weiqiu's agency is divided into upper and lower floors. The second floor is where Zhou Tang and Xia Shi rest, and the first floor is purely for office work—the outer room is used for agency work, and the inner room is used for Zhou Tang's personal work.

When Zhou Tang chased into the room, Xia Shi was sitting in front of the computer, holding the mouse and flipping through the open documents.He read ten lines at a glance in small six-point font, his face changed quietly with the rotation of the roller, as if he had been quickly repaired by an invisible pen, reconstructed the outline, opened his eyebrows, and waited for him to move his hand from When the mouse was moved away, the boy who was only thirteen or fourteen years old had already turned into seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Are you satisfied with 'eating'?" Zhou Tang asked him.Xia Shi touched his face, and nodded indifferently: "It's okay, I'm a little bit full. After all, I saved up for a few weeks."

"The undead who came here a while ago are all undead, talking inconsequentially, and there is no good story, I have wronged you." Zhou Tang said, habitually reaching out to touch Xia Shi's head, but the other party turned his head away. "Don't touch me, it took me a long time to grow taller." Xia Shi said disgustedly, his voice didn't change from the awkward one, but it sounded like a subwoofer.His body has indeed been raised a lot, and the loose home clothes that were originally loose are now a little tight.

Zhou Tang smiled, raised his mobile phone and took a picture, and immediately took off his clothes to him, and asked, "What do you think of the story Jing Yao told?"

"I don't like it." Xia Shi said bluntly, "I hate this kind of story."

"Really?" Zhou Tang responded while holding a photo on the phone, adding cat's claws and a small heart to the photo.Xia Shi snatched his phone, deleted the photos two or three times, and continued: "Yeah, I just hate this kind of existence. It's obviously a weak existence, but it still says something about swearing to protect , and take this as the whole meaning of your life, you are so stupid-if the goal you are pursuing is to cost you your life, then why waste that time?... Hey, can you put Replace the desktop? It makes me uncomfortable."

On the screen of the mobile phone, Xia Shi, who was about seven or eight years old, looked down at a book with a blank expression on his face.Zhou Xia curled his lips in disgust, and threw the phone back to Zhou Tang. Zhou Tang took it and smiled helplessly: "You say you hate it, but you and that Yuling are actually similar, right?"

"Of course it's different." Xia Shi said without thinking, "What I pursue is not at the price of death. What I pursue is death itself. Death is my goal, the only goal."

Zhou Tang shrugged: "It sounds much simpler."

"Just listen." Xia Shi said, turning his head to look at the files on the computer again, "Let's not talk about the end of life, so far, I have never grown to be over 60 years old at all. I can grow up to 30 years old There are also few...you can try harder, this time at least let me pass twenty first, okay?"

"...I will try my best." Zhou Tang's eyes drooped slightly, staring at Xiao Xia on the phone screen in a daze.After a while, he asked again: "What about Jingyao? What should he do?"

"What else can I do? I've heard his story. According to the rules, I have to find him a place to live." Xia Shi said naturally.Zhou Tang frowned: "But he didn't come here to find a house."

"I know, he escaped back." Xia Shi said, standing up, "The body is like duckweed, and the heart has nowhere to go. He will flee back to the agency. After all, he still lacks a root. In this case, we Just give him one."

Zhou Tang pondered and nodded: "Speaking of which, why did he escape? Did he tell you?"

"He didn't say it, but I 'saw' it." Xia Shi stretched his waist and walked slowly towards the door, "You idiot, he went to look at Su Xian's hair when she fell asleep again, I even touched it with my hands. As a result, I was burned by the breath above."

Speaking of this, he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Tang: "Do you still remember Lu Haiqin's white hair?"

Zhou Tang nodded, and Xia Shi also nodded: "The aura that Jing Yao touches is the same as that on that hair."

Zhou Tang let out an "ah" in surprise, and Xia Shi continued: "There is a cold taste of death on that white hair, and Jing Yao is a wood spirit, and its power mainly comes from 'life'. Death overcomes life, Jing Yao It's only natural to be hurt, but I didn't expect that this guy would be so cowardly, he was just scalded, and he was so scared that he ran back..."

"You can't say that. After all, from a human point of view, Jing Yao was born only a few years ago, and he is still a child." Zhou Tang comforted, "Then I will contact him with a place to live tomorrow. Anyway, his body His name has been washed away, he is considered a free body..."

"Freedom? What nonsense are you talking about?" Xia Shi pulled open the door, leaned on the door frame, and raised his chin to signal Zhou Tang to look out.On the desk outside, several spirits of wood chips similar to Jing Yao are flying around in the air, pointing around Jing Yao's body, even though Jing Yao is lying on the wood chips, waving away people.

On the wood chip, the red color is striking.Looking at the bright nail polish marks, Xia Shi raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Hasn't his body been marked?"