The sunset is so gorgeous that people habitually look up at the clouds on the horizon, thus ignoring the haze in the dark alley.
There are many undead wandering in Alley No. 13. They are all people who died in vain and cannot reincarnate. I can only be like a spectator, witnessing the joys and sorrows of life and death of the people around me day after day.
Later, a child died in the rental house upstairs, and a new member was added to these undead souls.
But the little undead didn't speak. He was covered in blood and kept the same appearance after death. He sat alone in the corner, always staring at the alley they could never get out of.
Countless pedestrians pass by outside the alley every day, and a strange boy always stops here frequently. He was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He looked cold and taciturn. He had a black schoolbag slung across his body. Although it was simple, he looked clean. The family should be wealthy and have nothing to do with this dirty and dilapidated alley.
The boy would sit at the alley for a while after school every day. He didn't care about the dark night or the dusty ground. He seemed to simply want to stay here for a while. Occasionally, I would take out my homework, put it on my knees, lower my head and write by the street lamp.
The little undead man sat quietly beside the young man, accompanying him. Although they may not all see it, they may not all hear it.
The boy's health is probably not in good shape. If he sits for a long time, he will accidentally fall asleep against the wall. At this time, the little undead would secretly pick up his pen and draw a crooked route to the bus stop on the sketchbook. The scarred wrist was covered with dried blood scabs. It was difficult to hold the pen and write a crooked line of words.
Take bus No. 6 and go home
Remember to eat, bathe and sleep
The young man woke up in a daze and suddenly found the handwriting on the notebook. He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. He just thought it was a memo he wrote when he was sleepy.
He stood up from the ground, packed his schoolbag and left. He looked down at the crooked route map in the book and walked towards the station, leaving only a candy wrapped in cellophane.
The boy seemed to be paying homage to someone. Every time he came, he would put one in the corner, even though the mouse would take it away every time.
The little undead stood at the entrance of the alley, watching his back leave, then returned to the corner of the alley without saying a word, hugging his knees and sitting quietly. He seemed to want to tell the boy of his existence, but was afraid of scaring him away.
This went on for many years, but for some reason, the young man never came again, not even once.
The lives of the undead are too boring, and they all point fingers at this. The final destination of the dead is to be forgotten by the living. They never imagined that the man later learned the story of their unjust deaths from an old police officer, and spent several years adapting it intermittently into a book.
Later, their souls accidentally entered the game written by the young man.
When the game world collapses, it also represents the collapse of the book world. Those undead were all wiped out by the game, but you used the wish card to resurrect them in their respective worlds.
The system tried its best to clear up Jiang Weimian's doubts before untying it.
Jiang Weimian still doesn't understand: "Although they are from the same world as me, each of them died at a different time and place. Why did I meet them after resurrection?"
The reunion card changed the time point
It allows people who have missed each other to meet again
When you completed the intermediate-level task, you received an unknown black card as a reward in the Internet cafe, with a pattern of intertwined hands on the back. That card is the reunion card, and its skill is reunion.
Jiang Weimian then belatedly remembered that in addition to a wish card issued by the supreme god of the game, he also had an unknown black card obtained in the intermediate level. It's just that the card didn't show any skills at that time, so he didn't take it to heart.
"It's actually like this..."
The long-standing mystery in Jiang Weimian's mind was finally answered, and he finally felt relieved. He closed his eyes and fell on the sofa, finally relaxed his nerves and fell into a deep sleep, but his sweet dream was disturbed.
The bedroom door suddenly opened with a click, and a man walked out. The white pajamas he was wearing were obviously a little too big and looked baggy. He rubbed his eyes and saw Jiang Weimian lying on the sofa for a nap. He lazily walked over in his slippers, and then lay directly on top of him.
"Well… "
Jiang Weimian frowned and groaned, and was knocked awake directly. He opened his eyes and saw only a furry head in his arms, rubbing against his neck like a coquettish cat.
“…”
The little liar is no longer a little liar, he is a living ancestor.
Jiang Weimian covered his eyelids with the back of his hand, and his voice was hoarse and hoarse as if he had just woken up, low and lazy: "Good boy, go play next to me and I'll take a nap."
Shen Zuixing snorted: "I know how to sleep every day. Why don't you feel sleepy when doing errands at night? Aren't you very energetic?"
He drove so blatantly that Jiang Weimian suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him. Shen Zuixing lay on top of him, showing no fear at all. He lightly scratched his chin and Adam's apple with his fingertips, and muttered like a monk chanting sutras: "Jiang Weimian, go out to play, Jiang Weimian, go out to play, go out to play, go out to play..."
For the first half of his life, he was either trapped in dark alleys or bound by games, so that now he was reborn, he was like a wild horse that had escaped from its frontier. He liked to run around everywhere, and could not hide his childish nature.
Jiang Weimian was too lazy to move. He yawned when he heard this, put one hand behind his head, and looked at Shen Zuixing calmly: "Why don't you play at home."
Chen Zuixing was very interested: "What are you playing for?"
Jiang Weimian raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but said nothing. The sharp-jointed fingers gently opened the collar of Shen Zuixing's loose pajamas, revealing the lingering hickey on her collarbone. They rubbed back and forth on the shallow mark, causing a slight itch.
"Bah"
Chen Zuixing took the initiative and kissed Jiang Weimian. He squeezed into the man's arms and licked the other man's lips with his tongue, like a small animal. And he started bargaining quite shrewdly: "You go out to play with me first, and I will play with you when you come back in the evening."
The little liar didn't take the bait, Jiang Weimian couldn't help but feel a little pity: "Where do you want to go?"
Shen Zui
Jiang Weimian's eyelids twitched when he heard him mention editor. Facts have proved that the manuscripts written by people in a state of sleepiness are all nonsense. All the manuscripts Jiang Weimian submitted before his death were typed back.
Jiang Weimian: "How did you know he was urging the manuscript?"
Chen Zuixing sat on Jiang Weimian and straightened his upper body: "Your computer is beeping, I saw it."
Jiang Weimian's narcolepsy has been cured, but he still can't remember things. It's just ordinary forgetfulness and occasional forgetfulness. It's not a big problem. Chen Zuixing was like a follower, following him every day, reminding him what he had forgotten and what he had to do.
Jiang Weimian didn't hate this feeling at all. On the contrary, he felt a little relieved. Could this be the legendary sense of security
It's really strange that a little liar can actually give people a sense of security.
Having said this, Jiang Weimian could no longer sleep lazily. He got up from the sofa, walked to the computer and read the message from the editor, then changed his clothes and got ready to go out.
Chen Zuixing saw a lot of sticky notes posted on the refrigerator, which were all posted by Jiang Weimian when he couldn't remember things. He counted each one, tore them all off, balled them up, and threw them into the trash can.
Jiang Weimian passed by the kitchen and said "Hey" when he saw it.
Shen Zuixing didn't feel guilty at all for doing something wrong. Instead, he was triumphant. He smiled like a born bad guy and raised his chin slightly: "What are you afraid of? I'll remind you later."
Post-it notes are useless because some people don’t remember to look at them.
Jiang Weimian couldn't do anything to him, so he patted Shen Zuixing on the head and rubbed his head before taking this troublesome man out.
Editor Lin was sitting in his office reviewing the manuscript. He adjusted his glasses and still felt a headache from the marginal content inside. I was about to take a sip of coffee to refresh myself when I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside. I couldn't help but frown: "Come in."
The person standing outside the door was Jiang Weimian, and behind him was a strange man he had never seen before. He had a lazy temperament but was good-looking.
Editor Lin stood up subconsciously: "Who is this?"
Jiang Weimian didn't explain much: "My assistant."
Personal assistant, providing wake-up call service.
However, Editor Lin didn't get the idea. He thought Jiang Weimian had hired a writing assistant. He thought that with the speed of Jiang Weimian's writing a book in three years, was it necessary to hire an assistant? There are so many stationery items for poor students.
Editor Lin became very angry when he saw Jiang Weimian's lazy look: "Let's talk about it when we come in. There are still some parts of the last manuscript that have not been reviewed."
Jiang Weimian said to Chen Zuixing: "You sit on the sofa outside for a while, I will come out later."
Chen Zuixing raised his eyebrows: "You're not going to do anything shameful, are you?"
Jiang Weimian thought that there could be something shameful between a handsome and rich young man and a male editor in his fifties who likes to dance in the square. He said concisely: "Go sit down and don't let me say it a second time."
Chen Zuixing is a naughty child who needs to be dealt with.
When Shen Zuixing heard this, he sat down on the guest sofa outside and started playing with his cell phone out of boredom. He curled his lips and said, "Then come out quickly."
Jiang Weimian patted him on the head and went in. He closed the office door with his backhand and sat down opposite the editor-in-chief, waiting for him to attack.
Editor Lin saw an outsider just now and saved face for Jiang Weimian. Now that the door was closed, he directly photographed a stack of printed manuscripts in front of Jiang Weimian and said, "Jiang Weimian, Jiang Weimian, what do you want me to say about you?" Open your eyes and see, what did you write? Did you write it in a dream?"
He didn't know that Jiang Weimian was the only surviving author among all the authors.
Jiang Weimian knew that he would be scolded. He picked up the manuscript and took a look at it, and all he saw was a charming line: "... He leaned lazily on the couch, his gown was loose, revealing a piece of shaved shoulder and jade bone. His hair was frosty. It is as white as the falling snow, and a strand of it is lightly wrapped around the slender fingertips, enchanting the heart and making people dream. The lips are crimson, like a glamorous ghost... "
Going forward, the content will have to be mosaic.
Jiang Weimian's eyelids twitched and he looked at the editor inquiringly: "???"
The editor realized something later and quickly took out the manuscript in Jiang Weimian's hand and took a look at it. He saw the three words "Sang Feiwan" written clearly on the author's signature below. He quickly threw it aside and replaced it with another one. Part: "I took the wrong one, this is yours." Note
Jiang Weimian glanced at the manuscript in his hand and saw that it was indeed his outline book, so he opened it. But I saw a bunch of red circles drawn on it, all of which needed to be modified.
The editor-in-chief was chattering on the other side, nothing more than making changes. Jiang Weimian didn't listen to most of it, and just made a few perfunctory hums. After the other party finished nagging, he got up and left the office.
Shen Zuixing was bored sitting outside, took out a handful of candy from his pocket, threw it into his mouth and slowly bit it. At this moment, the sofa next to him suddenly sank, and a strange man suddenly sat down.
Shen Zuixing subconsciously raised his eyes and saw that the other person was a man who was dressed extremely comfortably. Even his appearance was just right, making it impossible to find any flaws. He crossed his legs and fell back on the sofa. He was different from Shen Zuixing's laziness, but more of a lascivious aura. Just twitch your fingertips and countless people will pounce on you.
It can be called the walking hormone.
With just one glance, Chen Zuixing felt a sense of crisis in his heart. He didn't expect that there was such a person in Jiang Weimian's company. Jiang Weimian, that stupid idiot, don't be seduced away.
Chen Zuixing expressionlessly bit the candy in his mouth, raised his eyelids and glanced at the office door. Unexpectedly, this action attracted the other party's attention.
Sang Feiwan was leisurely reading a magazine when he suddenly discovered the unfamiliar face of Shen Zuixing. He raised his eyebrows slightly, closed the page, smiled and asked, "Are you here to see Editor Lin too?"
His friendly attitude does not make people feel rude, but because of his dazzling appearance, it is easy for people to be sentimental.
But it's a pity that this trick is useless against Shen Zuixing: "What do you think?"
"I guess?"
Sang Feiwan smiled with interest: "I guess you are not a writer."
Chen Zuixing: "Then what?"
Sang Feiwan has a very high emotional intelligence and can always see details from clues. However, this kind of person is too cold and cold, which makes people feel scary: "Since he is not the author, he is not here to find the editor-in-chief. Are you waiting for Teacher Jiang?"
My guess was pretty accurate.
Chen Zuixing did not deny it. Hearing this, he was about to say something when he heard the door lock click and Jiang Weimian walked out of the editor's office with the manuscript in hand. He probably didn't expect Shen Zuixing to be sitting with Sang Feiwan, so he couldn't help but pause when he saw it.
Sang Feiwan stood up with a smile and said hello as if nothing had happened: "Teacher Jiang, you are out."
Jiang Weimian doesn't like people like Sang Feiwan. Personality is one thing, the other person likes to use charm, but pulling away after playing with people's hearts is another aspect. But in the end it has nothing to do with him.
Jiang Weimian was in a light mood and did not answer. He pulled Shen Zuixing up from the sofa, and without evading anything, he directly led him out of the editorial office.
Shen Zuixing's lips curled up slightly, and he turned around and smiled at Sang Feiwan, showing a silent provocation.
“…”
It was the first time that Sang Feiwan was embarrassed by two people, and he couldn't help but pause. There was a flash of interest in his eyes, and after a while he chuckled and turned around and entered the office.
Just like Shen Zuixing is afraid that Sang Feiwan will seduce Jiang Weimian, Jiang Weimian is also afraid that Sang Feiwan will seduce Shenzuixing. The two of them came to the parking lot with their own thoughts.
Seeing no one around, Jiang Weimian finally said to Shen Zuixing: "If you see that kind of person in the future, stay away and don't get too close."
For the first time, Chen Zuixing did not confront him: "Then you want it too."
Jiang Weimian couldn't help but smile when he saw this. He stretched out his hand to rub Shen Zuixing's head and said deliberately: "That's not okay. He and I are in the same company. We go out every day and have to see him every day."
Shen Zuixing leaned against the car door and reached out to hook Jiang Weimian's belt: "Don't go out."
A smile flashed quietly in Jiang Weimian's eyes: "Why, you won't go out to play?"
Chen Zuixing thought for a moment, and finally made a difficult choice. He squeezed into Jiang Weimian's arms and put his arms around his neck: "I won't play anymore. I'll go back and play with you."
Compared with eating, drinking and having fun, Jiang Weimian is of course more important.
Jiang Weimian didn't say anything. He lowered his head and kissed Shen Zuixing's fair ear, feeling that this little liar had paid off in vain. However, as soon as this thought came to his mind, the next second he heard Shen Zuixing moaning and complaining in a low voice: "You are not allowed to fall asleep again this time..."
Jiang Weimian: "..."
The system sees this kind of picture every day. The little face turns yellow and has turned into a limited edition yellow diamond. It packed its baggage and prepared to run away. Its figure quietly appeared in the air and poked Jiang Weimian with its sharp tip:
Dear host, I'm leaving
Jiang Weimian didn't even look back: "You can go, I have something else to do, so I won't see you off."
He hurried back to clean up Shen Zuixing. If he didn't clean up this man, he would be rebellious.