The house is money, the story is life

Yao Qianhong stayed in Weiqiu's intermediary until almost five o'clock, seeing that neither the boss nor the employees wanted to keep him for dinner, so he reluctantly left.Before leaving, he entrusted Zhou Tang to relay the matter to Sen Luo who was not there.

"He has entered a watch shop before, right?" He said to Zhou Tang, "It should be an unlucky guy who got caught innocently. Now our side is weak and disadvantaged, and one more person is one person. Please help me gone."

Zhou Tang nodded in agreement, sent him away, turned to Xia Shi and said, "Actually, he only needs to come a few minutes earlier to meet Sen Luo, and I don't need to pass on the message, but it's a pity that he came late."

Xia Shi took off his shoes and curled up on the sofa. He pulled out a novel from under the sofa cushion and was about to read it. Hearing this, he shook his head: "That's what you think is a pity, but he may not think so."

Zhou Tang: "???"

Xia Shi explained: "Yao Qianhong has eccentricities and doesn't like talking to idiots."

Zhou Tang: "..."

He thought for a while, and felt wrong again: "But he and Sen Luo didn't say a few words..."

"Idiot is a kind of temperament, which radiates from the inside out." Xia Shi said without raising his head, "A real idiot can be identified by just looking at it, and there is no need to talk at all."

"That's it." Zhou Tang nodded, began to pack up the water glasses on the desk and coffee table, put them away, and said suddenly, "Then in the eyes of the boss, am I such an idiot?"

"Huh?" Xia Shi was stunned for a moment, and when he raised his head, he saw Zhou Tang's wooden side face, the corners of his lips were tense, as if he was enduring something.He tilted his head and said strangely: "What's wrong with you, are you unhappy?"

"Not at all." Zhou Tang denied it carelessly, folded the glass carefully, picked it up and turned around, but Xia Shi said: "You usually don't call me 'boss'... unless you are in a bad mood when."

He stared at Zhou Tang's back—the other's back was straight and looked a little stiff.

"What happened to you?"

Zhou Tang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned around slowly: "I've always been curious, why did the boss choose me as a typist?"

"This?" Xia Shi couldn't help but frown slightly, "Didn't I tell you already? I only choose people who meet my requirements to be typists..."

"Then what exactly are your so-called conditions?" Zhou Tang's voice became uncommonly tough, "Are you a good writer? Nightcrawler? Unfortunately, I don't seem to meet any of them."

He paused, twirled a few short words on the tip of his tongue, and finally threw out the question again: "So...why is it me?"

Xia Shi gave a thoughtful "uh" and didn't speak. He raised his upper body and stared at Zhou Tang, which made Zhou Tang feel uncomfortable.After a while, the corners of his lips moved, Zhou Tang thought he was about to say something, but saw Xia Shi laying back limply again.

Zhou Tang: "..."

"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." He said stiffly, and was about to leave with the cup in his hand, feeling embarrassed and regretful in his heart, wishing he could go back a few minutes ago and slap himself to death who asked a stupid question.

There was the slight sound of pages being turned behind him, and Xia Shi said slowly, "Because I feel more obedient."

Zhou Tang stopped abruptly.

"Yao Qianhong told you, my black history." Xia Shi said lightly, "Well...it's not really black, but it's true that it doesn't look good. Constantly looking for suitable typists, signing contracts, training , being cultivated, growing, blooming, cycling, until finally, being unbearably abandoned, and the 'self' that had grown up with great difficulty also disintegrated - such a process, superimposed several times, is almost my entire past."

Xia Shi's tone was as calm as if he was retelling the plot in the book, which was the most bland and uninteresting kind.Zhou Tang listened silently, but couldn't help lowering his eyes.Although I had a rough impression in my heart when I heard Yao Qianhong's narration, but now I heard Xia Shi's own narration, I still feel discomfort in my chest, I can't tell whether it is because of distress or something else.

However, in the next moment, Xia Shi's words stirred up another kind of fluctuation in his heart.

"So I did some serious reflection and came to the conclusion that if this happened over and over again, it could only mean that there was something wrong with my selection criteria. The typists I originally selected, although The people are great, but they're so disobedient. I should probably pick someone who's the opposite of them - a mediocre, noob, talentless creator, preferably an average guy who doesn't know anything about the spirit world People, it's easier to control this way... that's roughly the idea."

Before the words fell completely, a clear and violent sound came from the front.Xia Shi lazily raised his eyes, only to see Zhou Tang rushing back at some point, standing in front of the table with an ugly expression on his face.The sound just now was exactly the sound he made when he put the glass in his hand heavily on the table.

"Why, are you unhappy again?" Xia Shi's tone was still casual, "You don't like me saying that?"

Zhou Tang's cheeks twitched, but he didn't speak.

"But that's what I want to say." Xia Shi casually threw the book aside, still looking at Zhou Tang steadfastly, his eyes seem to have absorbed the entire night sky, with little stars swirling inside.Zhou Tang has always liked those eyes, and he can stare at them for a long time every time, and when he thinks that he has been gifted with the same eyes, he will feel even more honored and grateful.However, at this moment, he just wanted to look away.

But he couldn't avoid it.

His eyes seemed to be controlled and attracted, and he couldn't deviate half a point.He could only stare blankly at those eyes, and listen to Xia Shi slowly finish the second half of the sentence.

"Or, is that what you want to hear?"

Zhou Tang's pupils shrank suddenly.

"No, you shouldn't say that. To be precise, this should be 'what you think I want to say'. This is not what you want to hear." Xia Shi shook his head and corrected himself, "What you want to hear should be Is it something like 'I chose you, not for anything else, just because you are a young man with unique bones'? You can tell me if you want to, the question is, do you believe it?"

He got off the sofa, walked to the table with bare feet, raised his head and stared at Zhou Tang, his eyes were quiet, and his tone was indifferent: "Those who want to hear don't believe it, and those who dare believe it don't want to listen. So, you guys It’s really interesting to write essays, on the one hand feel inferior to the bottom of your heart, and on the other hand believe that you are destined to be different—what do you call this type of writer on the Internet? Low-level writers?”

He shook his head, picked up the stacked glasses, and walked over Zhou Tang to the sink: "I don't care if you are in a low point or a high point, I just want to tell you, you'd better get rid of your wonderful inferiority complex and self-esteem." Put it all away for me, if you have time to talk nonsense with me here, it’s better to go to code.”

Zhou Tang opened his mouth unwillingly, as if he wanted to refute, but before he could say anything, Xia Shi's second half of his words were thrown over lightly: "Even if you don't have much confidence in yourself, at least you have a little confidence in me." .Because I can't control the strong and choose the weak, I can't do it, and I won't do it."

He looked back at Zhou Tang: "In the end, it doesn't matter to me whether it's traditional or simplified. What I care about is what can be conveyed through these words, understand?"

In fact, it is not very clear.

However, Zhou Tang hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded lightly.