The house is money, the story is life

Ten minutes later, Weiqiu went to the agency.

Hang Yiwei poked his head in through the gate, and tsk-tsk: "Why do you do it like an atomic bomb?"

"It's almost there." Zhou Tang sighed behind him, pushed Hang Yiwei into the door, and went to the side to turn on the light, "At that time, a group of spirits were smashing and looting inside, how do you think the situation will be better? "

Hang Yiwei curled his lips and walked into the agency, his eyes gliding across the messy desktop.A lot of things in the agency were damaged, and the wreckage was scattered all over the floor. This was cleaned by Zhou Tang - during the few days when the summer time was reduced and the standby time was reduced, he specially took the time to come back and cleaned up the agency. Roughly cleaned and tidied up a few things.Because I was feeling irritable at the time, I said it was cleaning, but in fact I just swiped the broom twice casually, found some necessary materials in the garbage, and then locked the door and left again. I didn't have the heart to clean it up.

Besides, it looks really hard to clean up... Hang Yiwei often "ah", carefully avoiding the lid of the thermos cup that rolled to his feet, and asked: "Does Xia Shi know that his house has been demolished? Let us Looking for something? Are you sure you can still find it?"

"Probably." Zhou Tang stood in the middle of the office on the first floor, looked around for a while, and showed some uncertainty on his expression, "If no one takes it, the things should still be here."

"Then look for it quickly, get it early and go back early. I haven't had dinner yet." Hang Yiwei urged.

Zhou Tang nodded, thought for a while, and ran upstairs instead.

Hang Yiwei followed behind him with a resentful expression on his face.

Ten minutes ago.Hang Yiwei's house.

"I need you and Zhou Tang to go back to the agency, hurry up."

In the living room, Xia Shi leaned against the back of the sofa and said indifferently.The tone of voice was so natural that it almost made people doubt whether he knew how to read and write the word "please".Hang Yiwei let out an "ah" and leaned back, with some reluctance in his tone: "If it's a big one, I can't move it even if you call me."

"It's not a big deal. It can be carried by one person."

"Then you just let him go alone."

"No, you have to follow."

"……why?"

"Because I asked you to."

"..." Hang Yiwei was stunned for a while, covering his face with one hand, "Are you really... going tomorrow? I just came back from a part-time job, and I haven't had dinner yet..."

"The best time is now." Xia Shi said, "The longer the delay, the more risky it will be."

Hang Yiwei: "??? What do you mean?"

Xia Shi lowered his eyes and didn't answer. He just reached out and stroked the feathers on the black bird's neck.Hang Yiwei understood, sighed, and stood up: "Okay, I get it. I'm going now...Zero San! Remember to save food for me!"

Zero Three agreed from the kitchen, and Xia Shi said "Thank you" in a low voice.Hang Yiwei turned his head to look at him, and suddenly said: "Do you think he can read it now? Everything that happened here?"

"Who knows." Xia Shi said in a low voice, stroking the cover of the hardcover book on his lap with his fingers, "Is that why you are told to go now... What are you doing in a daze? Stop staring at me, and hurry up, Another 3 minutes late, and you'll miss the last train when you come back—ah, sorry."

Looking up at the electronic clock on the TV cabinet, he called out softly, and turned to Hang Yiwei without apology: "I accidentally misread the time—it seems that you can only dial when you come back."

Hang Yiwei: "...I have a car."

"It's almost gone." Xia Shi looked at him sincerely, "If you insist on driving there. Today's intersection is not peaceful."

Hang Yiwei: "..."

"That's why you dragged me to take the bus?"

On the second floor of the intermediary in Weiqiu, Zhou Tang flipped through the lower shelf of the bookcase and said to Hang Yiwei, "I thought you were saving gas."

He suddenly turned his head to look at Hang Yiwei: "You don't really want to save gas money, do you?"

"...You're the one who talks a lot." Hang Yiwei, who was exposed, had a bad expression on his face, "Hurry up and find you—what do you want in Xia Shi? Tell me, and I'll help you pick it up too. "

"It's just a biscuit box." Zhou Tang replied, dragged the bookcase out of the corner, and then put his hand in again, this time with a head and half body as a gift.

"It's an Oreo box." His voice came from inside the cabinet, "The kind in a gift box. It's sealed with a seal and tape."

After hearing this, Hang Yiwei also helped to find it, and asked casually, "What is it that you put a seal on?"

"You'll know when you take it out." Zhou Tang said, pulled his body out from under the bookcase, and then took out a few pieces of wood and scattered them, and the young wood spirits immediately flew up against the wood pieces, surrounding them Beside Zhou Tang.

Hang Yiwei stared blankly: "Didn't you say that you are too tired to get up?"

"Before I left, I specially picked up a few spiritual ones to follow, otherwise it would be too tiring to find." Zhou Tang said, and whispered to those wood spirits for a while. up.Hang Yiwei felt a little emotional when he saw it: "Hey, it's so convenient for you."

"It's just opportunistic, it's definitely not comparable to yours." Zhou Tang said, squatting down, and went to check another overturned cabinet.Hang Yiwei stood aside and looked at him, with a smile that was not a smile: "Our kind? Our kind?"

"Nightwalker, psychic." Zhou Tang said without turning his head, and took out the things in the cabinet one by one, "Isn't that so?"

"That's nothing comparable." Hang Yiwei said casually, not noticing that Zhou Tang's movements paused for a short while, and continued, "There was nothing comparable."

Zhou Tang paused again: "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting, it's nothing to compare to." Hang Yiwei said carelessly, "Comparing to what? Who is more capable? Who is more open-minded? Or has more fans? Is it meaningful? Is this what you are after? ?Nightcrawler, to put it bluntly, is just more talent, just like some people are born beautiful, some people sing well, these are all talents. And you, an ordinary person, studied hard by yourself and got a good grade Others want to praise you, but you say don’t, there’s nothing to praise, I’m not pretty, I’m not good at singing, I’m not as good as them in the exam, I’m not as good as them—are you familiar with this plot? It’s all written like this. Then it will tell you, don’t blindly compare with others, learn to discover the shining points in yourself, Barabara...Don’t laugh, let me tell you, kindergarten and elementary school, these two stages of textbooks Ah, there is often a lot of truth hidden in it."

"The example you gave is wrong." Zhou Tang shook his head and said, "It's not like that... At least in this world, this world of spirits, I am indeed different from you."

"How different? I don't feel it, and I guess Xia Shi doesn't feel it either." Hang Yiwei said, "If anyone has been emphasizing this point, you are the only person I know."

Zhou Tang: "...I haven't."

"You didn't say it, but you think so in your heart." Hang Yiwei found a clean place to sit down, watching several wood spirits flying around busy, and said in his mouth, "Is there any I told you that your previous appearance was a bit... holding it? Anyway, that's the feeling, like you are deliberately covering up something, imitating someone, but it feels a bit inconsistent..."

"Because I'm different from you guys." Zhou Tang emphasized helplessly, turned around and saw a wood spirit waving at him, so he got up, walked towards the direction indicated by the wood spirit, and held his hand Reaching under the bed, trying to reach an iron box underneath.Hang Yiwei just pretended not to see it, lowered his head and swiped Weibo, and said to himself: "It's different? I don't think so. I just think it's because you think you're different—because you feel different, so you're uneasy, are you uneasy? , thinking about pretending, but always pretending not to be—because you feel that you are different in your heart."

"..." Zhou Tang paused again, maintaining the movement of lying on the ground and reaching under the bed.Mu Ling looked at him puzzled, flew under the bed by himself, leaned against the other side of the iron box, and helped push it out.Feeling the strange touch in his palm, Zhou Tang came back to his senses and quickly dragged the box out.

"That's your idea." He said to Hang Yiwei, reaching out to tear off the seal and tape on the biscuit box.

"You can say whatever you want." Hang Yiwei shrugged and put his phone away, "Anyway, in my opinion, you are not much different from those night walkers that Xia Shi was looking for before."

"Xia Shi may not think so." Zhou Tang whispered, and used a key to pick off the last layer of tape.

"Indeed." Hang Yiwei nodded approvingly, walked over and patted Next Zhou Tang on the shoulder, "You know what? He told me before that he was very grateful to you—how, are you happy? It's rare to see He gave a five-star praise... Hey, I found something, so fast?"

Zhou Tang didn't answer him.His movements had come to a complete stop, again.

"Cheer up." Hang Yiwei patted him on the shoulder, opened the lid of the biscuit box by himself, and immediately raised his eyebrows: "Hey, what are these?"

Still no one answered him.

Hang Yiwei curled his lips, his puzzled eyes fell on the box.The biscuit box was empty, except for a slightly old cartoon hard-sided notebook, there was nothing else.