After half an hour, Senbei dawdled back home.
She huddled around the corner of the stairs and searched for a long time. After confirming that there was no one in a radius of five meters, she took out the key and opened the door to enter the house.
Closing the door, Xianbei breathed a sigh of relief and returned half his life.
The room was very dark, and there was no gap in the heavy curtains, like raising a little vampire who could not see the sun.
Senbei didn't turn on the lights, and his eyes quickly adapted to the environment.
She stopped at the table, took out several small shopping lists folded in her pocket, spread them out on the table, took items one by one from the shopping bag, read them out one by one, and checked them for leaks.
... Ah, Xian Bei beat his forehead, and forgot to buy toothpaste again...
Second time...
Xian Beizhuo pulled his slippers and walked back to the bathroom slowly.
Stopping in front of the mouthwash, Senbei took out the toothpaste from the water cup, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed, but no toothpaste came out.
No matter how hard he tried, his face turned red, but there was still not a trace of it at the exit.
He simply squeezed the remaining little bit towards the tail, slashed the waist with scissors, rubbed the toothbrush in and rubbed it in circles, and then raised it to look at it.
The rest of the dosage is tense after brushing once...
Looks like I have to make another trip to the supermarket today...
The sun is shining outside, let's go out at night...
Thinking like this, Xianbei went back to the bedroom and sat down at the computer desk. As soon as she touched the pressure-sensitive pen, someone on QQ shook her.
Click to open, it is Yuanguang Club's editor Yuanyuan.
Yuanyuan: The editor-in-chief came to me today to talk about Qixie.
Yuanyuan: Did you read the comments? This month is all about you.
Yuanyuan: What happened to your plot
Yuanyuan: What happened to you recently
Senbei typed: Me too...
delete.
Senbei: ... I'm sorry.
Yuanyuan: It’s not a question of apology. Why did you paint Zhou Yuanshan to death in the manuscript you gave me today
Senbei: It's over...
Yuanyuan: So fast!
Xianbei: I'm going to check out early next month. I can't find a place to stay at the moment. I don't want to stop and procrastinate.
Yuanyuan: If you don't want to stop the update, you will end up unfinished
Xianbei: Zhou Yuanshan would have died in the first place. I showed you before... the outline...
Yuanyuan: But as soon as he appeared, he became very popular. You have to give him more drama. Do you also know that it is difficult to pay rent, so you can't create according to the preferences of readers who are willing to pay for you? Earning more rewards is also earning.
Senbei: That's how it was originally set up... He's too strong, he'll turn back.
Yuanyuan: But everyone likes this kind of person. He is strong and confident. Since I draw a man to a young man, I also know that the boys are very cool, but suddenly let the characters stand so high and fall so hard, can readers accept it
Senbei: ... I'm sorry.
Yuanyuan: It's been serialized for a year, and the former number one should not end so sadly.
Senbei: I can't draw anymore, sorry...
Yuanyuan: You can't create based on your mood, this is the guy you eat. With your character, you can't do anything other than painting at home.
Senbei: I have nothing in my head.
Yuanyuan: How could this be? Have you forgotten how everyone was impressed by your wild imagination
Senbei: I don't know.
Yuanyuan: Didn't you drink milk tea
Senbei: I can't afford it [crying]
Yuanyuan: The one you often drink is too expensive. It costs 22 a day and 660 a month. When the lost city is over, your monthly payment is only 4,000 to 5,000 yuan, and two meals a day are 30 to 40 takeaways. , I still live in a single apartment in the city center, play games and pay for money... You can fight hard enough.
Senbei: Hmm.
Yuanyuan: For another milk tea
Senbei: After changing it, it doesn't taste good.
Yuanyuan: Well, let me call you a week, this week will stop, you adjust and change the plot of Zhou Yuanshan being killed.
Senbei: ... no need...
Yuanyuan: Don't be polite to me, I'll call you now, and give me a satisfactory manuscript next week.
—
In the afternoon, after half a month, "Zhongyi" received Ms. Xian's list again.
Behind the bar, the employees who heard the news actually applauded excitedly.
This made the customers who used afternoon tea in the store all look sideways.
Zhou Qingshu smiled and guessed that the fairy must have gone on a trip!
Chen Zhuo smiled but did not say a word, everything was as he expected.
His store may lack raw materials and manpower, but it has always been repeat customers.
But what he didn't expect was that on the same night, he ran into the little "Ms. Fairy" again.
Just across the square from the Walmart.
Because her attire is so unusual, there is a sense of insecurity that she wants to wrap herself completely, preferably even her eyes.
She was not tall at first, and standing slightly with her breasts in her chest made her even more petite.
She lowered her head, the brim of her hat almost covered her entire face.
A little girl, standing in front of the shelf, whispered to a note, and looked at the shelf from time to time.
Like the little witch who secretly recites a spell, those lifeless commodities can jump up and dance side by side at any time.
Chen Zhuo looked at her calmly for a moment, then took a toothpaste from the shelf and threw it into the shopping cart.
He got into the car and walked towards her.
"Meet again." Chen Zhuo stopped beside her and started with the most ordinary conversation.
The girl fluttered her eyelashes twice, and glanced left and right with her eyes, making sure that there was really no one else here except her, so she quickly grabbed the note back into her palm and raised her eyes cautiously.
—
As soon as they met, Xianbei hurriedly retracted his gaze, feeling a little dazed.
Her brain freezes for two seconds.
Then reboot.
system update…
Half ball head…
The one at noon
Why did he show up again
Xianbei's head was even lower, and his chin was about to touch his collarbone.
She picked up the shopping basket at her feet, um, picked up supplies and equipment, and was ready to run away at any time.
The man's condescending gaze never moved an inch away: "Come to buy daily necessities?"
The knuckles that were holding the handle of the shopping basket began to turn white, and Senbei subconsciously shrank her shoulders.
Why are you talking to me
Don't talk to me, I don't know how to answer.
Please, please, let's go.
If she doesn't say anything, the other party should feel that it's boring to ask for herself, so let's go.
But one second, two seconds... one minute, the man still didn't move, so he was able to relax.
I can't tell if she is patient enough, or if she is interested, doing it on purpose, in order to force her reaction.
Any prolonged stare is tantamount to choking, the breathless feeling that hits.
Xianbei couldn't stay any longer, so he grabbed a toothpaste, threw it in the basket, turned around and ran away.
This way, yes, yes, I should go this way, but what else do I need to buy, have I got the toothpaste? Take it.
But I haven't calculated the price yet, just buy toothpaste, right...
Do you want to buy more yogurt, where is the cashier
... Oh, don't follow me.
Why that person!
Pushing the car all the time, strolling a meter away from her
So scary, why are you following me
Don't chase me, it's terrible, please.
How to do? Ask for help with security? Or a salesperson
But how do you talk to them...
…
Seeing that the girl was headless, she took extremely fast small steps and circled several shelf aisles one after another.
Chen Zhuo didn't know where he got his bad taste. If he wanted to do something like this, he was a little "dumb".
Mmmm... Contemplation, I can't say tail. line, tail. line is something only an idiot uncle would do. He was just on his way, by the way.
When it collapsed, Xianbei decided that he had to rely on himself.
She stopped abruptly, and sure enough, the man followed suit.
Xianbei buried her head, gritted her teeth, and said, "You, can you...don't follow me..."
The very low voice, almost breathless, stuttered.
Chen Zhuo really didn't hear clearly, and frowned slightly: "What did you say?"
"Don't follow..." Still very weak and very difficult. Xianbei stopped talking, took out his mobile phone, opened SMS Mania, and kowtowed:
Stop following me,
delete.
Please let me go alone,
delete.
…
Chen Zhuo is much taller than her, and her eyesight is also good. She saw her little hand holding a mobile phone, typing and deleting, deleting and typing.
For a long time, I raised it a little bit, and stood up to show him tremblingly, but my head was still turned to the side, and I didn’t dare to look at him for a while:
on the screen, before the cursor,
"Please don't follow me... [kneels down]"
It was as if I could hear the sound, desperate and earnest, the knees thumping against the ground.
Chen Zhuo laughed, restrained his smile, and replied seriously: "Miss Xian, I'm sorry. I work at "Zhongyi", I know you, an old customer who calls our milk tea every day. What an accident, I just went to see it. Tonight is just a coincidence. "
Hearing the Chinese and Italian words, the little girl was obviously startled.
Then, the head under the hat shook slightly and nodded again.
"Your surname is Xian?" Chen Zhuo couldn't help but ask, the surname Xian is really rare.
Keep nodding.
"what is it call?"
The voice came out of the rivers and lakes again: "Xianbei..."
"Um?"
"Senbei..." was still vague.
There were promotional broadcasts overhead, Chen Zhuo leaned forward, trying hard to discern her answer.
The second time, he probably heard it, "Senbei? Shellfish?"
Nodding in response to the changes, the little girl just didn't speak or look at him.
Taking advantage of the gap between the man and the next conversation, Xianbei put the phone back in his pocket without turning his head for a walk.
Chen Zhuo didn't chase after him any more. He put his fingers on the cart's armrest and tapped unconsciously. After standing alone for a long time, he tilted his head, and he raised his lips and smiled without knowing it.
It was also at this moment that his gaze stopped for a while, and he stopped on the left shelf, on the neatly displayed senbei gift bags.
With a stretch of arms, he easily reached two packs and threw them into the car.
Some emotions come for no reason, for example, I suddenly want to eat senbei today.