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After half an hour, Senbei returned home slowly.

She shrank and probed for a long time at the corner of the stairs, and confirmed that there was no one in a radius of five meters. She took out the key, opened the door and entered the house.

After closing the door, Senbei let out a long sigh of relief and returned half-life.

The room was very dark, with no gaps in the heavy curtains, as if raising a little vampire who could only see the sun.

Senbei did not turn on the lights, and his eyes quickly adapted to the environment.

She stopped at the table, took out several small shopping lists stacked in her pocket, spread them out on the table, and while taking things from the shopping bags one by one, she read them out one by one in a soft voice, and checked for leaks.

...Ah, Senbei beat his forehead, and forgot to buy toothpaste...

The second time...

Senbei pulled his slippers and walked slowly back to the bathroom.

Stopped in front of the mouthwash, Senbei drew out the toothpaste from the cup, unscrewed the lid, squeezed it, and no toothpaste appeared.

No matter how hard I tried, my face flushed, and I still didn't see a trace at the exit.

Simply squeeze the little remaining bit towards the tail, cut it in the middle with scissors, go in and rub the toothbrush in a circle, then lift it up and look at it.

The rest of the amount is tense after brushing...

It seems that I have to go to the supermarket again today...

The sun outside is so big, let's go out at night...

Thinking like this, Xianbei went back to the bedroom, sat down at the computer desk, and just touched the pressure-sensitive pen, someone shook her at QQ.

Click it, it is Yuanyuan, the editor of Harakosha.

Yuanyuan: The editor-in-chief came to me today to talk about strange things.

Yuanyuan: Did you read the comments? I'm all scolding you this month.

Yuanyuan: What's the matter with your plot?

Yuanyuan: What's wrong with you lately?

Xianbei knocking words: I also...

delete.

Senbei: ...I'm sorry.

Yuanyuan: It's not a question of right or wrong. Why did you draw Zhou Yuanshan to death in the manuscript given to me today?

Senbei: It's over...

Yuanyuan: So fast!

Xianbei: I will check out at the beginning of next month. I can't find a place to live temporarily, so I don't want to stop and delay the draft.

Yuanyuan: If you don't want to stop, you will be unfinished?

Senbei: Zhou Yuanshan would have died. I have shown you... the outline...

Yuanyuan: But as soon as he appeared on the stage, he was very popular. You have to add more drama to him. Do you also know that paying rent is difficult, 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: It was originally set like this... He is too strong and will go back.

Yuanyuan: But everyone likes this kind of person, strong and self-confident. Now that I drew males to teenagers, I also know that boys are all cool, suddenly letting a character stand so high and falling so hard, can readers accept it?

Senbei: ...I'm sorry.

Yuanyuan: It has been serialized for a year, and the top spot should not end so sadly.

Senbei: I can't paint anymore, sorry...

Yuanyuan: You can't create by your mood, this is the guy you eat. Your character, besides painting at home, can't do other jobs.

Senbei: There is nothing in my head.

Yuanyuan: How could this be? Have you forgotten how everyone was overwhelmed by your wild imagination?

Senbei: I don't know.

Yuanyuan: No 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 fee is only four or five thousand, and two meals a day are thirty or forty takeaways. , Still live in a single apartment in the city center, playing games and krypton gold... You can also fight.

Senbei: Yes.

Yuanyuan: Change a milk tea?

Senbei: I changed it, but it didn't taste good.

Yuanyuan: Let’s do this, I’ll call for a week for you, this week will stop, you can adjust and change the plot that Zhou Yuanshan was killed.

Senbei:...no need...

Yuanyuan: Don't be polite to me, I will call for you now and give me a satisfactory draft next week.

——

In the afternoon, half a month later, "Zhongyi" again received an order from Ms. Xian.

Behind the bar, the employee who heard the news clapped happily.

The customers who provoke the afternoon tea in the shop are scowling.

Zhou Qingshu smiled and guessed that the fairy must have gone to travel!

Chen Zhuo didn't say anything, but he didn't say anything.

His shop may be short of raw materials and staff, but it is constantly repeating customers.

But what he didn't expect was that on the same night, he ran into that little "fairy lady" again.

It's at Walmart just across the square.

Because her attire was so unusual, she felt an insecure feeling of wishing to wrap herself up completely, preferably even her eyes.

She was originally not tall, and she stood slightly with her breasts, making her 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, muttered to a piece of paper, and looked at the shelf from time to time.

Like a little witch who secretly recites a spell, those lifeless commodities can jump up and dance side by side at any time.

Chen Zhuo calmly looked at her for a moment, took a toothpaste from the shelf and threw it into the shopping cart.

He got into the car and walked towards her.

"Meeting again." Chen Zhuo stopped beside her and opened the scene with the most common conversation.

The girl fluttered her eyelashes twice, glanced at the left and right of her eyeballs, making sure that there was really no one but her, she quickly grabbed the note back into her palm and raised her eyes vigilantly.

——

As soon as the couple got on, Xianbei hurriedly withdrew his sight, a little dazed.

Her brain freezes for two seconds.

Then restart.

system update……

Half ball head...

That at noon?

Why did he show up again?

Senbei's head was lowered, and his chin was about to close to his collarbone.

She picked up the shopping basket at her feet, um, picked up supplies and equipment, ready to escape at any time.

The man's condescending gaze never looked away an inch: "Come to buy daily necessities?"

The knuckles pinching the handle of the shopping basket began to turn white, and Senbei shrank his shoulders subconsciously.

Why are you talking to me?

Don't talk to me, I don't know how to answer it.

Please, please, hurry up.

She didn't say anything, the other party should feel boring to ask herself, so let's go.

But one second, two seconds...One minute, the man still didn't move, so he was too busy.

Can't see if she is patient enough, or interested, deliberately, in order to force her to react.

Any long-term gaze is tantamount to strangling the throat, the feeling of breathlessness surges.

Senbei couldn't stay there anymore, so he grabbed a toothpaste, threw it in the basket, turned and ran.

Here, yes, yes, I should go this way, but what else to buy, have I got my toothpaste? Take it.

But the price is not calculated yet, just buy toothpaste, right...

Do you want to buy more yogurt, where is the cashier?

...Oh, don't come with you.

Why that person!

Always pushing the car, strolling one meter away from her?

It's scary, why follow me?

Don't chase me, it's terrible, please.

How to do? Ask for security? Or a salesperson?

But how do I talk to them...

...

Look at the girl like a headless flies, taking very fast small steps, winding several aisles in succession.

Chen Zhuo didn't know where his nasty taste came from, so he wanted to end it like this, and be a little "dumb".

Hmm...contemplation, you can't say the end, the end, the end is what the foolish uncle can do. He just dropped in, just dropped in.

At the time of the collapse, Senbei decided that he still had to rely on himself.

She stopped suddenly, and sure enough, the man also stopped.

Senbei buried his head, gritted his teeth, and said, "You, can you...Don't follow me..."

A very low voice, almost breathless, and stammering.

Chen Zhuo really didn't hear clearly, frowning slightly: "What did you say?"

"Don't follow..." Still very weak and hard. Xianbei stopped talking, took out his phone, opened the text message madly, and tapped:

Stop following me,

delete.

Please let me go alone,

delete.

...

Chen Zhuogao has a lot of her eyesight, and she saw her holding a mobile phone in her small hand, and she touched and deleted, deleted and touched.

For a long time, I raised it a little bit, and stood up tremblingly to show him, his head still tilted to the side, half a minute afraid to look at him:

On the screen, before the cursor,

"Please don't follow me... [kneel down]"

It seemed that I could hear that sound, desperate and earnest, the thumping of my knees.

Chen Zhuo laughed, restrained his smile, and sternly replied: "Miss Xian, sorry. I work at "Zhongyi", I know you, and call our old customer of milk tea every day. You haven't ordered it these days, everyone is worried about you What accident, I just went over to see. Tonight is just a coincidence."

Hearing the Chinese and Italian characters, the little girl was visibly startled.

Then, the head under the hat shook slightly and nodded again.

"Are you really surnamed Xian?" Chen Zhuo couldn't help asking, the surname of Xian was really rare.

Continue to nod.

"what is it call?"

The sound of breath re-emerged: "Symbe..."

"Ok?"

"Xianbei..." Still vague.

With promotional broadcasts above his head, Chen Zhuo leaned forward, trying very hard to discern her answer.

The second time, he probably heard it, "Senbei? Shellfish?"

In response to changes, the little girl didn't speak or look at him.

Senbei put the phone back in his pocket while the man didn't throw out the next stubborn time, and walked without looking back.

Chen Zhuo didn't chase anymore, and tapped his fingers on the armrest of the cart without knowing it. After standing alone for a long time, he turned his head and smiled without understanding.

It was also at this moment that he paused his eyes and stopped on the shelf on the left, on the neatly displayed row of senbei gift bags.

With his arms stretched, he easily reached two packs and dropped them into the car.

Some emotions come for no reason, for example, I suddenly want to eat senbei today.