The house is money, the story is life

What is "spirit"?

The germ of things, the embers of people.The sun rises and the moon sets, and at some ordinary moment, all living beings suddenly become enlightened, and then they become spirits.

What is "qiao"?

Human heart, human emotion, human wisdom, and human desire.

What is "enlightenment"?

Suddenly feel, suddenly realize, suddenly understand.

The reason why Xia Shi turned into a spirit was because he had the desire to grow in the long solitude; and the reason why Xia Shi grew up was because he devoured people's hearts in various stories.

Just like the monster who touched his back in the middle of the night... The difference is that the one is obviously more picky.She came in pursuit of loneliness, and only feeds on it.The eating habits and eating habits are even worse-Xia Shi will not go to other people's homes just for a meal, let alone bring the owner who cooks to fill his stomach.

In Zhou Tang's memory, the witch with no eyes, no nose, and only red lips was hugging her neck intimately, her lips whispering in her ear.She talked a lot of nonsense, while expressing her satisfaction with Zhou Tang, while mocking Xia Shi's incompetence. "That guy looks amazing, but he's actually just a trash who can't live without people." She said with a little contempt, with a smile in her voice, "I don't understand how satisfied you are with a trash who can't even feed himself. He what."

Not very satisfied - Zhou Tang smiled wryly in his heart.But compared with the one behind him, he is indeed more satisfied with Xia Shi, at least he won't eat himself as soon as his appetite comes up.

But he couldn't say these words—not because of timidity, nor because of strategic silence, but because he really couldn't speak—the black air around Zhou Tang Diffuse, strand by strand.They emerged from the cracks in the floor, and then twisted into vines, twisting and dancing in the air.Zhou Tang's hands and feet were already tied up by the vines, and the vines also stuffed his lips and teeth.The monster seemed to be very satisfied with his appearance, raised his hand to touch his face, and immediately dispersed, but when it reappeared, it had turned into a sky full of manuscript paper, rustling in front of Zhou Tang, and occasionally a few pieces did not fall Yes, when the paper was unfolded, there were rows of thin and sharp teeth between the lines, roaring and rushing towards him——

Xia Shi blinked vigorously, and a light flashed across his pupils.

He was still submerged in the water at this time, surrounded by fish and birds, their eyes still glowing green, and he was still forced to choke on the water.But Xia Shi always felt that something was different. In the dark, it seemed that something had reached the bottom of his heart and awakened the rational side.

Xia Shi blinked again, and finally figured out the source of that strange feeling - it was Zhou Tang.

Although his fate with writing is lost, his fate with Zhou Tang is still there.As his typist, some of Zhou Tang's things would always come to him sometimes.Sometimes it's a mood, sometimes it's a thought, sometimes it's a dream.

Sometimes it will be like just now, fragments of a little vague memory.

"At a time like this, don't be in a hurry to find someone, just think about something you don't have..." Xia Shi complained in his heart, squinting his eyes, watching the ripples of the water above, mixed with Zhou Tang's memory, swaying in front of his eyes , time seems to slow down all of a sudden, the picture and the sound seem to be taken away from the current scene, and they are placed in a leisurely way, constantly being smashed and reorganized by the water pattern, constantly Continued and clearly communicated.

"That guy looks amazing, but he's actually just a waste that can't be separated from people." The slightly disdainful voice of the red-lipped witch echoed in his mind, "The waste that can't even feed itself, I really don't understand you What are you satisfied with him?"

— Tsk, talkative woman.

Xia Shi snorted coldly in his heart, but he also knew that there was nothing wrong with what the witch said.Compared with other spirits, his congenital defects are indeed too obvious - he can't eat by himself, and he can't grow by his own strength alone.He is like an immature baby, he can't eat even harder food, he can only wait for his typist to chew it first, and then feed him with words.

However, words, in the final analysis, are just expressions and paraphrases.What he needs, what can really make him grow, is what Zhou Tang said, what is hidden under the words——

Human heart, human emotion, human wisdom, and human desire.

It is a story of joys and sorrows, of all living beings, and of everyone doing their best to perform for their true colors.He is a thing, and a thing has no heart. Because it has a heart, it becomes a spirit; and then use this heart to appreciate and taste, and then there will be branches and blossoms.However, so many typists come and go, and his growth cycle goes back and forth, but it always seems to be a little bit worse. He often understands but forgets, often blooms but withers, like a child who took pocket money from his parents, After spending all the money, it will be gone. If you want to have more, you can only ask for it again.

Faintly, Xia Shi suddenly realized that there seemed to be something wrong - this reincarnation, which he was accustomed to and took for granted, unknowingly formed a strange circle, trapping him in it...

He remembered the conversation between Yao Qianhong and Zhou Tang.Thinking of what Yao Qianhong said about his flowering—every flowering is different, because each time the typist is different, and the impact will be different—this is something he is used to, but now that he thinks about it, he It's him, why is it different every time?

Where does the so-called influence come from?

What is hidden in the story that is directly eaten every time?

Xia Shi closed his eyes and felt something throbbing in his chest.

—Other people's things.

In every story, there are other people's things.Emotions, radiance, and sighs are all other people's.He just ate it all ignorantly.

After simple digestion, it becomes his power, his things, his stories, but it always seems to be separated by a layer, like moss growing on a rocky mountain, saying it is his own, but the roots are not there.

...Some things seem to be wrong from the beginning.

Dazedly, Xia Shi remembered Zhou Tang's words again - "It's not words that can really make you grow, but stories... So have you ever thought about going beyond that layer of words and directly touching the story itself? ?”

No.

But now... maybe it's time to have it.

Xia Shi smiled wryly, opened his eyes again, and the images and sounds in the water were immediately dispersed.Everything returned to its original state in an instant, the flow of time accelerated, the singing of the strange bird and the impact of the water flowed into the ears heavily, and some fish hit him from behind, Xia Shi turned somersault in the water, followed by another Get hit on a rock.

The body cannot be fixed at all.He moved his hands and feet wildly, and he rolled and fell in the water, but his eyes were fixed on the strange bird in the air as much as possible - it was surrounded by those wood spirits, and it couldn't rush down for a while.Xia Shi's vision was blurred by the water, and he couldn't catch the green eyes of the other party, but for no reason, he was sure that the other party was also looking at him.

Just in time, let me take a good look at you too.

Xia Shi recited silently, and suddenly protruded his spiritual consciousness, protruded into the air, and reached into the depths of the strange bird's soul.On top of the soul, the handwriting seems to be the same, and there are two layers of old tricks repeated.Based on previous experience, Xia Shi didn't need much effort to identify the gap between the two layers of stories, and dived in, his spiritual sense slid across the text, trying his best to find an opportunity to penetrate, but only Harvest was at a loss, and felt even more erratic, as if he was being pulled back by something - he was currently not strong enough, and it was already very good to be able to enter such a state, and he couldn't last long at all.

A trace of remorse flashed across Xia Shi's heart, and he made a quick decision, with a flash of consciousness, he crawled over directly following his fate with Zhou Tang.Zhou Tang's anxious emotions immediately rushed over, but Xia Shi didn't intend to stay, but stretched out his hand in the dark——

This is probably the last time I will open my mouth—he silently opened his mouth to Zhou Tang's soul.Be strong and lend me your strength.

Zhou Tang, who was running on the cobblestone road, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, stopped involuntarily, and supported the tree trunk next to him, only to feel his brain go blank for a while, as if something was taken away in an instant.At the same time, Xia Shi once again probed out his spiritual consciousness, and with renewed and abundant strength, he plunged into the soul of the strange bird in one go, passed through the gaps in the text, and penetrated downwards forcefully, even though the resistance was really uncomfortable——

Finally, it seemed to touch something.

The pain of being a dead egg, the loneliness of being abandoned in the nest, the desire to live one more time...

What is Stormy Storm's rewritten story for this spirit?Xia Shi had no time to take care of it, he just fumbled in the story he just found, eager to find the crucial words——

found it!

Xia Shi's eyes suddenly lit up, and regardless of the fact that he was still under the water, he opened his mouth and called out: "Raincrow! Find out who you are!"

As soon as the voice fell, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Xia Shi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.He knew it, and it was finally done.

Ravencrow, the name of this strange bird - if he returned the name to him, he would naturally know which of the two stories written on the soul was true.

The school of fish controlled by the raven was also quiet.The green light in their eyes receded, they shook their heads and vomited a few bubbles, and sank into the bottom of the water without any concern, as if they were not the ones who came to bully others just now.

Xia Shi was left alone, with his limbs spread out, slowly sinking to the bottom of the water.

He didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, so he simply stopped moving, letting the water flow press him down, it didn't matter whether he struggled or not.Nose, eyes, and lungs are all hurting, but these pains are so insignificant in front of the sudden novelty and surprise in my heart.

Zhou Tang's memory fragments appeared again, most of them came along with the power he just pulled.The picture blends with the water, and this time it is more clearly presented.Xia Shi quietly looked at his memories, and looked at the scene where he tore open a piece of dark and long-mouthed paper in a certain fragment, and stretched out his hand towards him——

Just like Zhou Tang broke through the water and stretched out his hand towards him now.

Two voices sounded, resonating with the past at this moment, reality and memory overlapped, different characters and voices, but they said the same words——

"Don't be afraid, I've got you."