Tow is going to be locked up in a dark room

This month, Shen Jiamu had seen this person for the fifth time.

On this planet, there are written regulations, no matter whether it is a writer, a painter, or an up master, plagiarism is not allowed, and it is not allowed to abandon pits and delay changes.In addition to being fined a large sum of money, the former has to go to jail; the latter two will be arrested in a small dark room until the task is finished.

Shen Jiamu has worked in the small black house in X city for more than three years, and his daily tasks are to be responsible for urging shifts, delivering meals and guarding the door.He has seen many writers, red and not red, little pink, black red and black red, but he has never seen someone who likes to procrastinate so much!Procrastinating four or five times a month is simply too bad!

Early this morning, Shen Jiamu's colleague brought someone over and said, "Xiao Shen, my block is already full, so I'll leave this one to you!"

Shen Jiamu knew that now the whole small black house was unwilling to take over this young expert, and he planned to refuse, but this colleague was not kind, and before he had time to refuse, he abandoned him and left, leaving the two of them staring at each other .

Shen Jiamu's image of this person in front of him is not good, not only because he often procrastinates, but also because this person looks lazy and a bit sloppy at first glance, unkempt, with long and messy hair, a stubble around his chin, wearing a white shirt and Washed to whitish denim shorts.

I saw this man wave his hand at him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen, hello, my name is Xiao Chenyun, please take care of me during this time!"

Shen Jiamu nodded and led him to a common room.There are two types of configurations in the small black house, and the prices are very different. The common configuration is a bed, a table, a computer with a very slow Internet speed, a small fan, and a bathroom; the VIP configuration is up , The vip small black house is on the top floor of the whole building. It has a good view and an elegant environment. In addition to the general configuration, it also provides drinks and snacks.

Xiao Chenyun looked around, not bad, much cleaner and tidy than his small apartment.

Seeing that he was quite satisfied with the environment, Shen Jiamu said, "Just stay here and work hard, and ring the bell to call me when you finish writing."

"okay!"

Shen Jiamu frowned, hesitant to speak a few times, he always felt that Xiao Chenyun seemed very happy to come here, not like he came here for 'reform' but like a vacation.

What a weirdo.Shen Jiamu muttered, locked the door and left.

Xiao Chenyun took out a set of clothes from the travel bag, took a comfortable bath and lay down on the bed.He didn't open the heavy curtains, the room was a little dark, and after rolling around on the bed twice, he decided to get up and turn on the computer.

The computer is an antique desktop, and the Internet speed is very slow. It takes a long time to open a webpage.Xiao Chenyun opened xwen.com, logged into his account, entered the background, first clicked on the comment, 99+.

Xiao Chenyun has been writing articles on xwen.com for more than three years. At the beginning, there were very few readers, and there were only a handful of comments in the comment area every time. He didn't really care about it. He just thought that he was happy writing, so he updated it. Very diligent.But in the past month or so, he gradually felt boring, lost the enthusiasm he had at the beginning, and didn't see many people, so he began to give up on himself, often procrastinating, and even thought of abandoning the pit, but now it exploded There are many diving parties, and readers have left messages to remind them to update.After a certain number of reminders, he was locked in a small dark room.

Xiao Chenyun carefully looked at each comment, and suddenly saw a very familiar ID: Nanyou Jiamu, this reader has been chasing his articles since he wrote the first article, and every time he updates , Nanyou Jiamu will come to comment at the first time, so it can be said that he is a loyal reader. Xiao Chenyun is very happy about this. It is rare that someone will follow his articles for such a long time.

"Ah, I really want to meet..."

When Shen Jiamu returned to his post, he realized that he hadn't registered the newcomer yet, so he knocked on Xiao Chenyun's door while the meal was being delivered.

Xiao Chenyun put his hands on the door frame and asked sleepily, "Ah, Mr. Shen, what's the matter?"

Shen Jiamu frowned, apparently very dissatisfied with Xiao Chenyun's attitude, "The purpose of entering the small dark room is to make you work harder, not to make you change places to delay!"

Xiao Chenyun shrugged and yawned, "I haven't slept well for a long time."

"You let me in first."

Xiao Chenjun turned sideways to let Shen Jiamu come in. Shen Jiamu put the lunch box on the table, took out a document from the folder for Xiao Chenjun to fill in, Xiao Chenjun took the pen and started to write slowly.

"What do you usually do at home? Why do you always procrastinate?"

Xiao Chenyun paused, turned his head away, and looked at Shen Jiamu solemnly, "Mr. Shen, do you believe in ghosts in the world?

I happen to have one like this in my house. "

Shen Jiamu was caught off guard by the question, the lights in the room were not turned on, only the computer screen was on in the dark room, and the white light hit half of Xiao Chenyun's face.He saw Xiao Chenyun lowering his head slowly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were dull, and the smile on his face was very strange. His cold voice seemed particularly terrifying in the silent room, "Shen Jiamu..."

Shen Jiamu, who was named, only felt his heart skip a beat, and stood up the next second and wanted to run, but Xiao Chenyun suddenly laughed, and Shen Jiamu knew that he had been tricked.

"You, how, how are you playing tricks?!" Shen Jiamu said shamefully and angrily.

"It's Mr. Shen, you are timid." Xiao Chenyun closed the pen cap and handed the materials to Shen Jiamu.

Shen Jiamu glared at him viciously, took the materials, picked up the folder on the table and left, Xiao Chenyun looked at the closed door and sighed: "It's not humorous at all!"

Shen Jiamu, who was out of the house, wanted to put up the folder, but accidentally saw the familiar name on the pen name column: But for the king's sake.

How could it be him?

Shen Jiamu looked at the materials in his hand, then looked at the closed door, thinking that the scruffy, unkempt person in this room who just made fun of him was actually the writer he had been chasing for many years, and suddenly became angry. Do not call one place.

Oh, fuck the fate!

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