The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Shang Jing is preparing to stretch his muscles with the Yao family's martial arts attendants.

As the cold fingertips held his palm, there was a moderate force pulling him, and he could vaguely smell the scent of honeysuckle.

A pleasant smile appeared on Shang Jing's lips.

Then he accepted the hand that was holding him in the dark.

In the room, everyone didn't know what happened. Everyone only saw Shang Jing disappear suddenly.

In the blink of an eye, Yanjiu was in a small space.

Yanjiu handed Shang Jing a handful of melon seeds: "Would you like to eat them?"

Shang Jing took the melon seeds: "Are you in a bad mood?"

Yanjiu didn't even look at Shang Jing, but casually replied: "How do you know?"

Shang Jing looked at Yanjiu's dull and calm face and said thoughtfully:

"No matter how cold-tempered you are, you will always put on a smile when you see me pretending. Of course... this may be because you bully the weak and fear the strong.

But today you don’t even want to pretend. "

Yanjiu still stayed there quietly: "Bai Xiucheng just broke into my space.

When I was a child, I thought Bai Xiucheng didn't like me because my spiritual power was too weak and I embarrassed him.

But he accidentally broke into my space today and saw that I am no longer the weak person I used to be.

He still didn't respond.

Today I discovered that he just hates me for no reason.

This is more unacceptable than justifiable. "

Shang Jing bluntly exposed Yan Jiu: "You have always cared about Bai Xiucheng's opinion."

Hearing this, Yanjiu sneered: "I care about him? Don't be kidding me. Over the years, I haven't said as much to him as I have to you in one day.

But today, Shang Jing's mouth that used to spit out knives suddenly became able to speak:

"Is it possible that he doesn't hate you, but ignores everyone equally? I have never seen Bai Xiucheng be enthusiastic about anyone, and of course, I have never seen him hurt someone.

He is like a shell containing an emotionless soul.

Because you care about his eyes, you will think that he hates you. "

Hearing this, Yanjiu also calmed down from his emotions.

Everything seems to be exactly as Shang Jing said. Bai Xiucheng is in a state of desirelessness. Even if the Bai family is gone and Bai Xingjian dies, he doesn't seem to care too much.

Moreover, since he was a child, Bai Xiucheng only had an indifferent attitude towards himself and did not take the initiative to harm himself.

Thinking of this, Yan Jiu sneered: "I really don't know how he survived to this day, and I don't know what he means by living."

Shang Jing smiled with interest: "You have such a vicious mouth."

Yanjiu sneered: "Maybe this is my true face."

"Very good." Yan Jiu was sharp, but Shang Jing became softer:

"Perhaps in the past, or perhaps in the future, Bai Xiucheng will always have his favorite people and things.

It's just not now, and the person he prefers is not Yanjiu you. "

Immediately, Shang Jing changed the subject: "But you will also meet people who prefer you."

Yanjiu suddenly became enlightened: "What you are talking about is the so-called destiny." He never thought that one day he would be solved by Shang Jing.

……

In the evening, the moonlight is clear.

Shang Jing was playing with a small coin under the big peach tree. He didn't read or take a nap.

Just sitting like that dryly.

A Tao held the tree trunk with both hands and looked down:

"Shang Jing, what are you thinking about?"

The coin turned in a circle in Shang Jing's palm, and Shang Jing said casually:

"I suddenly want to ask for a cup of tea from Mr. Xiangzhao."

A Tao curled his lips: "Do they know you? Don't kick you out."

"Maybe we just know each other."

While speaking, Shang Jing had already thrown the coin into the air. After looking at the coin, Shang Jing stood up from the rocking chair:

"I am leaving."

Although I don’t know where Xiangzhao Bookstore is, Shang Jing is very lucky. Collecting the great success of Yan Yang’s luck.

When luck comes into effect... even if he throws a coin casually, it can point him in the right direction.

Sure enough, when he walked to an alley somewhere, Shang Jing found a fold in space, and he walked in without hesitation.

A few moments later, in the deep ancient alley, a huge fox lay on the roof of a certain house, licking its paws.

Seeing this, Shang Jing walked towards that house, and saw the door open, and the four characters "Xiangzhao Bookstore" had a leisurely ancient rhyme.

Shang Jing looked up at the fox and said hello: "Er Bai."

Erbai stopped moving and looked at the door in shock. He reflexively turned back into a little fox.

He rolled down from the roof with a swish, and then quickly closed the door, isolating Shang Jing from the outside.

Erbai quickly ran into the house, shouting as he ran:

"It's over, it's over, Dabai, Shang Jing came to steal the house."

Shang Jing: "..." What heinous thing did he do?

Shang Jing stood at the door for about 5 minutes, and finally there were shuffling footsteps approaching.

With a "crunch", the door was opened again.

Yanjiu was wearing a cardigan sweater, home pants, and a pair of slippers on his feet, leaning lazily against the doorpost.

He looked at Shang Jing, his expression a little dull, maybe he hadn't woken up yet.

After a long time, Yanjiu rubbed his shoulders and neck, sighed and said, "Is something wrong?"

"Can you come if you have nothing to do?" As he spoke, Shang Jing took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket:

"I haven't eaten the melon seeds you gave me last time, so I thought I'd come to your place to ask for a cup of tea."

Yan Jiu hunched over and walked into the house boredly. As he walked, he called to Shang Jing: "Come in..."

Shang Jing stepped up and entered Xiangzhao Bookstore for the first time.

I saw a boy with big eyes and a very well-behaved person sitting at the desk in the study room.

The boy was trembling. Opposite him were three ghosts, standing lengthwise, apparently queuing up to ask for help.

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows, glanced at Qing'an, and asked Yanjiu: "Are you an employee in the store?"

Yanjiu rubbed the corners of his sleepy eyes: "Don't talk nonsense, that's my nephew, come here to practice."

Shang Jing glanced under the window again. The blanket on a lounge chair was in a mess, and fallen hair could be vaguely seen.

It seems that Yanjiu should welcome his nephew to come and experience it. After all, he can just be lazy.

Yanjiu walked to the bookshelf, looked left and right, and finally had no choice but to call out to Dabai:

“Dabai, where is our tea?

Dabai, where is our pot?

What about the water? I can’t handle the well water outside…”

Shang Jing: "..."