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

When Yanjiu returned to consciousness, he only felt a chill on his body.

The wind blew through the window, and it was very obvious that my upper body was naked.

He slowly opened his eyes. There was only a small dim lamp in the room, but the moonlight seemed extremely bright.

Shang Jing was sitting on the chair next to Yanjiu's bed. He was holding a pen in his hand and drawing on the drawing board what Yanjiu looked like at this time: a half-naked young man with blood stains on his face.

After taking off Yanjiu's clothes, Shang Jing discovered that Yanjiu had a piece of blood-red jade on his chest, and there were two scars running across the flesh of his ribs.

The exquisite red jade hung down on Yanjiu's chest, accompanied by the blood stains at the end of his eyes that had not yet dried up, the snow-white skin, and the scars that bloomed on the skin.

Unexpectedly, a sense of beauty that is a mixture of holiness and demon arises.

Yanjiu, who had just woken up, looked at Xiang Jing. He felt a little outrageous: "Mr. Shang is... drawing me?"

Shang Jing was still sketching out the details one by one: "I just realized that you look pretty good after being stripped naked. You are very broken."

Yanjiu doesn't like to reveal himself, not out of shyness, but because he doesn't like to be too frank with others. Such exposure has broken through his sense of distance.

While Yanjiu was looking for clothes, he said perfunctorily to Shang Jing:

"Mr. Shang, tomorrow I will sew a rag doll for you, and then dig out a few holes in the rag doll to make sure it matches your aesthetics."

Shang Jing leaned back in his chair and said boredly:

"Rag dolls don't bleed, they don't get sad, they don't shed tears, they're not fun at all."

As he spoke, Shang Jing looked at Yan Jiu slowly:

"Or are you more interesting? Do you want to be my toy?"

Yan Jiu noticed that the direction of the development of things was a bit strange, and he smiled awkwardly and cowardly:

"Mr. Shang, how about I resign? Others are more fun, better-looking, richer, and have higher spiritual power than me."

Shang Jing approached Yan Jiu:

“These people you’re talking about are good and smooth, so they don’t have the brokenness you feel.

In fact, I change toys quite frequently, but you and those people have different types. "

Yes, broken, broken, Shang Jing sensed these elements he liked from Yanjiu.

Yanjiu held his forehead and saw that the man named Shang didn't know how to speak human language.

Now Yanjiu has planned to leave, and if he doesn't have any more entanglements with this lunatic named Shang, maybe when Shang Jing gets some sunshine tomorrow, his dark heart will feel better.

But just as Yanjiu stood up, soft vines spread out from nowhere, wrapped around Yanjiu's neck, and pulled him back, firmly fixing him on the bed.

Yanjiu lay on his back on the bed, his heart, which had been quiet for many years, beating a little violently because he sensed danger.

The Shang family is different from the Zhang family, and even the Liu family.

The Shang family occupies the center of Yan Yang and controls Yan Yang's luck and vitality.

The head of the Shang family can be said to be the uncrowned king of Yan Yang and the "leader" of the worldly magicians.

When Master Yanjiu, Taoist Fengyang, was dying, he made a prediction for Yanyang City, a place where sorcerers gathered.

The hexagram shows that the new head of the Shang family is the one who has accumulated great fortune in the past thousand years.

As long as we don't go astray, we will be able to control the peace of the warlock world for a hundred years.

Yanjiu sighed in his heart, it was really hard for an unlucky guy like Shang Jing not to go astray.

On second thought, Yanjiu was worried about his situation again.

This is the Shang family, so we definitely can't summon Le Feng, regardless of whether Le Feng can beat Shang Jing or not.

Let's just say that Shangjia has a deep courtyard and has several shikigami in his family.

Moreover, Shang Jing is very interested in Le Feng. It would be even worse if Shang Jing acts as a bandit and robs Le Feng.

After all, Yanjiu didn't have much trust in Shang Jing's character.

Therefore, Yanjiu lay down on the bed without struggling. He broke the jar and asked:

"Mr. Shang, you said you want me to be your toy, how do you do it? Let me explain in advance, I am not risking my life."

Shang Jing took the pen and continued to draw. The painting was almost complete, but the picture was slightly different from the real scene.

On the screen, in addition to blood stains, there were tears falling down from the ends of Yanjiu's eyes.

As he spoke, Yanjiu's eyes were filled with emptiness and a huge sense of fragmentation.

Like a ghost wandering outside the world, not seen or known by the world... This is a very scary thing.

Shang Jing touched his painting with satisfaction. Then he raised his eyelids and looked at Yanjiu:

"How to play... It lasts for three years, see how you can break it.

After three years, no matter what the result is, I will give you 1 million as a reward, how about it? "

Yanjiu felt the thin vines on his neck and smiled helplessly:

"Do I have any choice? But if you want to break me, just chop me into pieces."

Shang Jing smiled softly: "You are so bloody and humorous, how can I let it go?"

Regarding the "toy", it seems to be a small episode. Yanjiu feels that Shang Jing has not done anything substantial.

When he returned home late at night, Dabai and Erbai were waiting for Yanjiu in the alley.

Yanjiu described Shang Jing's nervous behavior, and Dabai was a little worried:

"Yanjiu, this person named Shang is a bit evil. Why don't we ignore old man Fengyang's promise? Tomorrow we will go back to the mountains and become a monk to escape the world."

Although Erbai was reluctant, he muttered:

“Nine-nine, although there are no cans in the mountains.

But I can go to the mountains to catch chickens, you don’t have to worry about me.

But you must install a TV in the mountains! The drama I'm following hasn't finished yet. "

Yanjiu yawned and said:

"If you don't leave, you value Shang too much.

There is no need for him to affect our lives.

Dabai, Erbai, I have been cultivating my mind for many years. I haven’t cried in many years, and I haven’t had particularly deep desires in many years.

I would like to know what it feels like to be broken. "

People are called people because they have expectations, likes and dislikes.

However, Yanjiu felt that his emotions rarely experienced ups and downs.

He also wanted to live a hearty life, but he always ended up decadent and lazy, and needed someone to push him.

The next day, Yanjiu went to work at Shang Jing's place. Except for a piece of bandage on Yanjiu's forehead that proved that last night was not a dream, nothing else seemed to happen.

But the calm didn't last long.

Shang Jing suddenly said to Yan Jiu:

"The day after tomorrow, Bai Xingjian, the eldest son of Bai, will have his birthday. Yanjiu, you and I will celebrate together."

Yanjiu, who was lazy at the side, was stunned. He was a little reluctant:

"But the Bai family didn't invite me. I'm afraid it wouldn't be good for me to go."

Shang Jing looked at Yanjiu playfully:

"After all, aren't you the youngest son of the Bai family? Do you need to be invited too?"

Yanjiu said openly: "Correction, he is an illegitimate child, and an illegitimate child with no connection. I don't have an invitation, so I'm afraid I will be blocked from the door."

Shang Jing didn't care: "It doesn't matter, you are my assistant.

I'll take you in, and no one will dare to stop you. "

Immediately, Shang Jing smiled more meaningfully:

"Yanjiu, don't you want to take a look at the world that should belong to you but you have no chance to touch?

The Bai family banquet is the world that belongs to the superiors. Have you never been curious? "

Yanjiu asked with a smile: "Mr. Shang, why do you want to take me with you?"

Shang Jing spread his hands:

"Because it's interesting, I want to see you who was abandoned since childhood and see a magnificent world.

Will I be jealous, unwilling, or sleepless at night?

Maybe I haven't seen it before, so I won't have any desire for it.

After reading it, many bad thoughts will arise. "

Yanjiu looked confused:

"So, Mr. Shang, are you trying to make me jealous when you say this?"

Shang Jing was very upright: "Yes, I'm worried that you won't be able to develop this emotion, so I'll guide you first."

Yanjiu finally couldn't stand it any longer: "Lead me to fight for power and profit?"

Shang Jing smiled and said nothing. In fact, it was not only power and wealth that seemed superficial.

He still wants Yanjiu to look forward to love, family affection, care...

There are some things that you can't get, and the more you strive for them, the farther away you are from them, and the more painful you will be.

He wanted to see something like pain in Yanjiu. When pain accumulates, a person will be broken. He must be particularly beautiful.

For some reason, Shang Jing felt a contradictory temperament in Yanjiu, peace and struggle from the first time he saw Yanjiu.

Shang Jing couldn't explain that feeling, nor could he understand what kind of person Yanjiu was.

But Shang Jing felt that the inkstone was like a piece of art, and he was willing to spend time slowly processing it into pieces.