The house is money, the story is life

Su Xian frowned slightly, looking at the man in front of him warily.

The man was wearing a slim suit, carrying a briefcase in his right hand pretending to be serious, while holding a rag in the other hand, he asked himself: "Beauty, may I ask, did you drop this thing?"

You must be sick... Su Xian took a step back, waved his hands repellingly, turned around and wanted to avoid it, but heard a muffled sound of a leather bag falling to the ground, the man freed his hand and grabbed her arm.

abnormal!

Su Xian's pale cheeks were immediately stained with a little blush.She turned her head angrily, just about to scold and call for help, when she raised her eyes, she looked into the deep eyes of the other party.

No stars, no moon, no wind, no light, just a pure night, as if hiding something, but also like hiding nothing.

Su Xian was stunned.The night covered her consciousness in an instant, and she heard the man ask again: "Beauty, may I ask if you dropped this thing?"

She nodded in bewilderment, stretched out her hand involuntarily, snatched the black cloth from Zhou Tang's hand, stuffed it into the bag in a mess, and didn't care about its weird feel; soon after seeing the man waved his hand again, she He lowered his head and walked quickly towards the approaching subway without saying a word.

Zhou Tang watched her go, curled his lips, bent down to pick up the briefcase that fell on the floor, opened it, took out a pack of wet tissues, wiped his right hand twice, and threw it into the trash can next to it , the smile suddenly retracted, and turned away.

Inside the bag, Jing Yao and Run An fell together due to the sudden shock, and they were both staring at the ball of black cloth that was suddenly stuffed in.

The cloth was curled up into a lump the size of a fist, and it was unknown how big it would be when unfolded.Jing Yao took advantage of the light that leaked from the opening of the purse to look at it, and he clearly felt that the quality of this piece of cloth was much more careless than the one given to Su Xia before—at least this one was no longer cut from a suit casually. down.The material looks like golden velvet.

After watching carefully for a while, Jing Yao's heart suddenly moved, he helped Run'an to sit up, turned around and walked towards Nabu cautiously.

Most spirits don't like black paper or cloth, especially spirits.They are very slow to the flow of time, and have little sense of the cycle of day and night, while the completely black fabric will give them an illusion of night, locking them in it, making them fall into a deep sleep, unable to move.Jing Yao is a natural wood spirit, so he is not that afraid of it, but he really can't like it.Suppressing his nausea, he reached in and touched it for a while, and dragged out a thin piece of wood stained with nail polish. Before he could put it on the ground, he couldn't help retching.

Run'an got up and walked over, patted his back reassuringly, looked suspiciously at the piece of wood pulled out of the black cloth, and drew a question mark on Jingyao's back indifferently.

"My body." Jing Yao vomited for a long time, and sprayed two tender leaves the size of fingernails from his mouth.He unwrapped the tissue next to him, tore off a corner, wiped his mouth, sat down on the spot, and continued: "Zhou Tang sent me...that guy, he already knew about it!"

Run'an tilted his head in confusion, and Jing Yao waved his hand casually: "Hey, it must have been Xia Shi who told him anyway, and that dodder just listens to Xia Shi's words..."

As he said, his eyes fell on the black cloth again, and he touched his chin thoughtfully: "So, this thing should have been sent by Zhou Tang in Xia Shi? But why did he send it? "

Run An slowly wrote the word "Wu Ling" on his shoulder, and Jing Yao nodded approvingly, remembering that when he was still at Xie Shaosong's house, Xia Shi was like this, and asked Zhou Tang to give Su Xia a piece of black cloth to deal with escaped spirits.

"If that's the case, then maybe it's not that difficult." Jing Yao felt a little hopeful.Although he doesn't know who the enemy is, there must be a reason for Xia Shi to give this. Maybe the other party is a creature spirit that has been completely restrained by Heibu. Even if not, there must be another mystery in it—— He has always believed in Xia Shi's judgment.

【Summer time. 】Runan wrote on his shoulder,【Very powerful? 】

"Well, at least in terms of prophecy, he can't make mistakes." Jing Yao nodded, "He can 'read' a lot of things, and he has saved many people... Don't panic, since Xia Shi made a move, Su Xian It will definitely be fine." He patted the back of Run'an's hand reassuringly, completely forgetting that Zhou Tang had said before that he "has no time to take care of Xia Shi"; but Run'an's lips curled up, and he nodded trustingly, completely convinced up.

Jing Yao was even more happy. He spread his own body on the ground, pulled Run An to sit down, and asked, "Oh, yes, you haven't made it clear before. It's so good, why did you suddenly think of going out with Su Xian? What's wrong with you today? Is it unusual?"

Run An nodded, took his hand, and wrote earnestly in his palm: [Su Xian didn't go to work today. 】

Jing Yao: "?"

To be precise, Su Xian has not gone to work for several days.

Although the job itself is not necessary, she used to invite two innocuous sick people to pretend to be lazy in the past, but it was the first time that she skipped work for several days like this.

But how? ——Following the flow of people getting off the subway, Su Xian raised his eyes and looked around, the pedestrians came and went in his pupils, leaving no afterimages.

I don't want to worry about it.All jobs are fake and tiring, and she doesn't want to take care of them anymore.

She just wants to lie down now, only wants to lie quietly with that person's company, with her limbs stretched out, without any burden, and she mumbles to herself with her eyes closed, or simply cries until she falls into a deep sleep.

She just wants to go there now and doesn't care about anything else.

Su Xian clenched his handbag tightly, walked out of the subway station with the crowd, and then groped into an alley with ease, turned around and knocked on a closed glass door.A young man with purple hair poked his head out, flicked his bangs that were long enough to cover his eyes, and showed a warm and slightly rustic smile: "Yo, Sister Su, are you here again?"

Su Xian nodded, his gloomy eyes lit up: "Mr. Kevin, good morning."

"It's getting late, it's time for lunch. I just wanted to talk about lunch break." Teacher Kevin flicked his bangs again, and let Su Xian come in sideways.There is a mirror on the wall inside the store, and there are rows of small scissor bottles in front of the mirror, two barber stools, and a half-old sofa, which are just a set of low-end barber shop furnishings.

This store is small, and the decoration is a bit rough, but it is exceptionally neat and clean, the windows are bright and clean, the items are placed in an orderly manner, the floor is a concrete floor, and there is no hair on it.

It was also for this reason that Su Xian chose to enter this barber shop at first, but he did not expect to form a wonderful fate.She casually threw the purse on the sofa, and sat down in front of the grooming stool automatically and consciously. Looking at the figure of Kevin in the mirror, she said softly, "It's so early for a lunch break, so you're not doing business?"

"What are you doing, who else will come besides you, Sister Su?" Kevin said with a smile, shook off a piece of cloth, tied it around Su Xian's neck, turned around and opened a drawer, and asked, "Sister Su, Is it still thin?"

"No, comb my hair." Su Xian leaned back in the chair and murmured, "You comb my hair. I just want to comb my hair."

"Okay, comb your hair." Teacher Kevin smiled, took the comb and turned around and inserted it between Su Xian's hair, but seeing the light flowing, it was a small silver comb the size of a palm.

As soon as the dense comb teeth touched the scalp, Su Xian closed his eyes and let out a comfortable moan.With a smile on his face, Mr. Kaiwen twitched his wrist, and slid the silver comb to the end along the silky hair, and asked, "Sister Su likes it very much?"

Su Xian gave a soft "hmm", his eyelashes trembled, but his eyelids seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't open them no matter what.She didn't bother to open it, and let the comb stroke her scalp over and over again, bringing waves of trembling pleasure.

Teacher Kevin smiled even more happily.He glanced back, only to see dense strands of hair creeping out from the gaps in the sofa, quickly binding the leather bag on the sofa layer by layer.

"Just as long as you like it." Teacher Kevin said, then turned his head away again, and continued to concentrate on combing Su Xian's hair, humming an unknown tune.

"What song is this?" Su Xian asked in a whisper, "I've never heard of it."

"Singing nonsense, sister Su, don't worry about it." Kevin said, and stroked her hair again, Su Xian's eyelids trembled twice, his breath took a long time, and he gradually stopped moving.

Su Xian fell asleep, but Kevin didn't care, his hands still moved, and weird notes escaped from his mouth.Dark clouds gathered outside the house, covered by sunlight, and the whole space instantly turned dark. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers indifferently, and a small blue night light lit up, reflecting his reflection in the mirror with a shining light.

But I saw a little girl in green gauze and white skirt standing in the mirror, tilting her head, holding a small silver comb, combing Su Xian's hair over and over again.