My monsters are going to heaven

The surface of the river outside Jinling Town was covered with waves.

Huge building boats are moored by the pier, like a towering city wall.

On the opposite side of the boat is the Seven Star Restaurant on the shore.

In recent months, the well-known Spring and Autumn Theater set up a stage in Seven Star Restaurant, which made the business of Seven Star Restaurant much hotter than usual.

Zhou Xiaosheng sat on the riverside seat of the VIP living room on the third floor of Seven Stars Restaurant, with one hand resting on the window sill, and the other hand flipping through Zhou Yunxuan's new script that he had just written out of boredom.

Although Zhou Yunxuan is not interested in performing on stage, he is very talented in writing scripts. The writing style is jerky but the storyline is vivid and interesting. Maybe this script can be used in the next drama, but for the stage, some scenes are really difficult to show vividly. , it is a pity.

But in this new era, traditional theater may not be able to go very far, and foreign things like movies have emerged in many places, and someday research and research will be good.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

Someone knocked on the door asking to see him.

"Come in."

It was his slave in black, Qingchen.

Qingchen remained expressionless as usual, and came in to report: "Master, Detective Wen Yuan is here."

"Oh!" Zhou Xiaosheng said with great interest when he heard the name, "Coincidentally, I was looking for him recently." After a pause, "Qingchen, please go to the cargo ship and invite Mr. The person you are looking for has come, let him make a picture of himself."

"Yes."

Not long after Qingchen went out, Inspector Wen Yuan opened the curtain from the half-closed door and walked in, holding a yellowed notebook in his hand.

Seeing Zhou Xiaosheng looking up, Wen Yuan smiled brightly: "Boss Zhou, long time no see."

"Inspector Wen Yuan has just been reinstated recently. He must be very busy. Why do you suddenly come here?" Zhou Xiaosheng smiled and stretched out his hand, "Sit." He poured a cup of tea for Wen Yuan and pushed it to the opposite side on the table.

Above the delicate and small blue and white porcelain cup, white mist floats out, entwined with a faint fragrance.

Wen Yuan sat down generously, took a sip of tea.

The warm tea flowed down the tongue and into the throat.

The tea served in this private seat must be high-grade tea, but unfortunately his taste buds are different from ordinary people, he can hardly taste any flavor except spicy, drinking any tea is almost like drinking water, wasteful.

He put down his cup, raised his head, and looked at the person opposite him with clear and firm eyes: "I am bothering you this time mainly because I was entrusted by someone to ask what Boss Zhou likes to drink and eat. The wife of our County General Administration But your number one movie fan, she just finished watching your new movie, and clamored to give you something to show her appreciation, so she asked me to inquire about it."

It's true that Mrs. General Administration is a movie fan, and it's true that she wants to give Zhou Xiaosheng something, but his purpose is also mixed with other selfish motives.

Zhou Xiaosheng raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes: "There is no need to spend money on this. I don't have any hobbies. If someone is willing to listen to my play, I will be happy."

"Boss Zhou's accent...doesn't sound like a native of the province. I don't know where he is from?" As soon as this remark came out, Wen Yuan knew that he was abrupt, and hurriedly explained, "Oh, I just seem to have heard Yiming mention it, you It's his cousin, so I asked casually."

He was originally an upright person, and he was never very good at beating around the bush. Today, he was able to turn this corner to this extent, which is his best effort.

Zhou Xiaosheng was startled when he heard this, and put down the script in his hand.

Immediately, he smiled faintly: "I'm from the middle of Shu, there's Bafen County there, and Wuyue Town under Bafen County is my hometown, a small place in the countryside, probably Inspector Wen has never heard of it I haven't stayed in my hometown for a long time. I usually wander outside, and I only go back occasionally when I worship my ancestors. If I go back home now, I shouldn't even be able to walk the back roads in my hometown. I feel a little regretful when I think about it. "

"Besides," he poured himself a cup of tea and brought it to his mouth, "I'm not Yiming's cousin. This relationship...maybe it's better to say it's cousin."

Seeing Wen Yuan's curious eyes, Zhou Xiaosheng continued to say: "My grandfather is Yiming's grandfather's elder brother. Decades ago, there was a famine in our hometown, and our Zhou family children left their homes and wandered in different places. People naturally got separated. If it wasn't for the uncle who kept at home... oh, that is, the portrait of Yiming's grandfather, I might not be able to recognize Yiming."

"But your surname is Zhou, but Yiming's surname is Lu. Why did you change your surname?" Wen Yuan asked casually, sipping his tea again.

"This question," Zhou Xiaosheng also took a sip of tea, and said with a smile, "you have to ask my uncle. After all, we juniors were born late and don't know much, right?"

"That's true." Wen Yuan nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and moved on to other topics.

The two chatted for a while, and Wen Yuan said goodbye and left.

As soon as he left, a person came in slowly with the curtain on his back.

The man was about thirty years old, with thin cheeks, a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, and a pair of round-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Zhou Xiaosheng sneered at him: "Mr. Wu."

Mr. Wu snorted and glanced at Wen Yuan's half-submerged figure: "Is this the person you're looking for?" He shook his head in disappointment, "This...isn't suitable."

"Male, live." Zhou Xiaosheng repeated Mr. Wu's request that day, "Isn't this what you want?"

Mr. Wu sighed and sat down in the empty seat in front of Zhou Xiaosheng.

"It's true to say so, but this person has few faces and his life is not long."

As soon as Wen Yuan walked out of the restaurant, he sneezed for no reason.

He sniffed. He probably slept too late recently and had a cold.

Looking up at the red sun in the sky, he muttered, wondering if Lu Yiming woke up at this point?

Every time he went to see Lu Yiming in the morning, he happened to disturb his lucid dream, and later he chose to go at noon, but Lu Yiming was still asleep, so he simply decided to go later later.

Speaking of which, Lu Yiming is really too lazy.

The day's plan lies in the morning. Isn't it a joy to go to work in the morning light?

How can such a good time be wasted in a dream!

Lu house.

In a daze, Lu Yiming thought that he had become a pawn, and couldn't help feeling a faint panic.

——How will you live in the future?

Become a bird and still be able to fly.

Turning into a chess game, besides being at the mercy of others, has other uses!

Especially the pawn at the bottom of the food chain in chess, a pawn who can only take a small step at a time!

Not to mention the car, even being a horse is better than being a pawn!

In a panic, he turned over angrily, and his fingers touched something soft.

Like the quilt he slept on every day.

and many more.

Turn over?finger?

The tactile sensation from the fingers is very real.

He shivered and woke up.

—Is my hand back?

He moved his arms, touched his right hand with his left hand, pinched his left hand with his right hand, and he came back.

leg?Move the legs, and the legs come back.

Lu Yiming happily sat up from between the mattresses.

The quilt slipped from his body, he grabbed it casually, and touched something that shouldn't be on his bed, let alone in his quilt.

He was startled, and rubbed in disbelief.

Soft and slender, with a familiar feel, like crane feathers.

Lu Yiming froze down along the arc of the furry ball in his hand.

A flat and smooth skin.

Further down, there are towering mountains and slightly sunken basins.

Then there is the fertile land at the foot of the mountain.

--forehead.bridge of the nose.eye sockets.lips.

Suddenly, Fertile land fell.

His fingers sank into a wetness and were scraped off by something sharp.

"Hiss!" Lu Yiming was taken aback, pulled his fingers back, and rubbed the slightly tingling fingertips with his other hand, "Beast, how dare you bite me!"

A muffled laugh came from beside him.

A hoarse and magnetic voice sounded: "You were the one who pinched me first." The pinching force was not small.

"Last night you lost me a full twenty games." Before Lu Yiming could curse, the voice preemptively struck again.

"..." Lu Yiming thought of the twenty chess games that Hua Moyan lost last night. Redemption, but at least a little bit of face can be saved.

"No." Kimporo firmly refused.

Lu Yiming snorted: "If you lose, you lose. It's not like I can't afford to lose." What's the big deal, anyway, victory or defeat is a common matter in military affairs.

A low laugh came from the side: "Of course you can afford to lose, that's why you lost seven shops in a row."

Which pot does not open which pot.

Lu Yiming raised his eyebrows and tapped on the bed: "Who told you to sleep here?"

Kimporo didn't answer, just sat up, took out something, shook it out, and the sound of paper unfurling was heard.

He leaned closer to Lu Yiming's ear: "You can afford to lose, right?"

I knew it.

Lu Yiming was not surprised.

Even if he didn't hear Kimporo's laughter, he could still imagine Kimporo's grinning smirk now.

He laughed: "Don't forget, you also lost a game to me, you said that I will set the rules if you lose, right?"