The house is money, the story is life

"In front of the mirror, I only hate Jun Gu Shao, but Jun Qian looks at his eyes and dare not be greedy..."

In the faint blue light, along with the weird singing, the delicate silver comb fell down Su Xian's smooth long hair again and again, and the dense comb teeth rubbed against the hair softly and tenderly.The back of the comb is bent into a crescent-like shape, with peach blossoms blooming on it, and an oriole is jumping on the branch, poking out its face from among the flowers, looking sideways, and the light in one of the people's eyes flickers, as if it has a spirit circulation.

The singing voice was long, deep and deep at first, but gradually, it turned into a melodious young girl's voice, the voice was clear and clear like a warbler: "Yiyi Yangliu can't stay, strands of sorrow and thoughts are still lingering. Confidante. Fragrance disappears, leaving a wisp of fragrance, turning into tens of thousands to the world..."

The hair under the palm is still black and shiny, but Su Xian's hair in the mirror is already half white.On the back of the silver comb, the peach blossoms are blooming more and more brilliantly, and the little orioles are jumping back and forth among the branches, looking out constantly, as if they are looking forward to something.The smile on Teacher Kaiwen's face remained undiminished, his eyes gradually darkened, he raised the silver comb in his hand, and inserted it into Su Xian's hair again.

Suddenly there was a soft sound, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Teacher Kaiwen frowned, and was about to turn around, when he heard "Ling Ding" again, as if there was a jade stone striking in the dark, Su Xian lay on the chair, his eyelids trembled twice, suddenly opened his eyes, and said sleepily : "Huh? I fell asleep again? What time is it?"

Teacher Kaiwen glanced back, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, he turned his face and smiled again: "It's still early, it's only before twelve o'clock..."

"Really? I feel like I've been asleep for a long time." Su Xian rubbed his eyes and sat up, "Mr. Kevin, you haven't had lunch yet, you eat first... Huh?"

She looked out the window and frowned because of the heavy sky: "Is it going to rain?"

"Really." Teacher Kaiwen squinted his eyes and thought for a moment, then glanced back, put the silver comb in his hand on the stage, turned to Su Xian and said, "I'm afraid there will be heavy rain, Miss Su Xian Do you have an umbrella?"

"No. I don't know at all..." Su Xian frowned even tighter, struggled for a while, and stood up: "I'd better go first. Thank you, Teacher Kevin"

"It's all right." Teacher Kevin waved his hand, watching Su Xian turn to the sofa.The white sofa was spotless and clean. The handbag that was originally placed on it fell to the ground at some point, and the zipper at the mouth of the leather bag was half open.Su Xian didn't care. He picked it up and patted it. He took out a banknote and handed it to Teacher Kaiwen. He chatted a few words without giving up. Seeing that the sky outside was getting darker and darker, he reluctantly walked towards the door. .

Teacher Kevin maintained a smile the whole time, until he saw Su Xian turn and push the door, the curve of his lips slowly retracted.Unexpectedly, the corners of his mouth hadn't returned to their place yet, Su Xian suddenly turned around again: "By the way, I remember you said before, you like "Song of Comb Plums", don't you?"

Kevin didn't expect her to bring this up suddenly, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Actually, I can't really say I like it, but the male lead in it once said something that left a deep impression on me."

The man outside the mirror smiled, and the girl in the mirror was Yan Ran. The two images turned their heads at the same time, their eyes fell on the gap under the sofa, and the two voices overlapped, intertwined with deep and crisp, which Su Xian could not hear. place, with a humming resonance.

"He said—'In this world, living things have spirits, and dead things must die'."

Under the sofa, Jing Yao was lying on the wood of his own body, holding Run'an with one hand, and pulling the black fabric with the other, his throat slipped, and he couldn't help looking out through the gap between the sofa and the ground.

At the door, the conversation between Su Xian and Mr. Kevin was still going on.The two probably talked about the "Song of Combing Plum Blossoms" before, and Su Xian remembered it. It just so happened that the author of the comic is now her tenant, so she decided to introduce the two of them; It was a lack of interest, and after a few words of "hmmm", he took advantage of the bad weather and hurriedly sent Su Xian out.The glass door opened and closed, the gloomy blue light spreading on the floor suddenly disappeared, and the heavy darkness shrouded it.Jing Yao swallowed, and tightened his hands around Run'an's waist, staring nervously at the pair of black sandals on Teacher Kaiwen's feet, walking towards this side step by step.

Run'an and Jing Yao were lying side by side, his body was on the other side, and the incomplete jade beads were sparsely strung on the rope, which was even more dim because of the dust.Run'an didn't mind much, and leaned his head directly on the gap of a bead, his pale face was full of fatigue.At this moment, he had to admit that for him now, saving people was really too much of a stretch—just now, with a desperate breath, he mobilized his spiritual power to force back the heavy hair wrapped around the bag. Si, and managed to wake up Su Xian, but just these two things had already exhausted him enough.

He was just tired, and Jing Yao was even worse, not only tired, but also tired-God knows how frightened he was, just a second ago he was hiding in Su Xian's bag and carefully studying the black cloth. How to use it, in the next second, I saw a certain fool wrapping the broken beads around his body, hugging the jade beads like a swimming ring, and rushed out with the momentum of blowing up a bunker—Runan, this little guy usually sees He looked obediently and quietly, and made a lot of noise when he made a fuss. Not only did he push back those disgusting hairs, but he also threw the whole bag to the ground.The zipper of the bag was not pulled properly, and Runan, who was wrapped in beads, fell out directly. Jing Yao was frightened on the spot, and hurriedly called out his body to catch the person. But it was too late, so he had to hide under the sofa nearby, curled into two balls, shivering.

Therefore, the current situation has become very embarrassing - although Su Xian was taken out, but their two half-baked little spirits were left here and could not leave.

"Don't worry." Jing Yao stared at the black sandals that were approaching, while still comforting Run'an, and patted his waist lightly with his palm: "The other party is just a spirit, no one is afraid of anyone, I am born The wood spirit... wait for us to take the black cloth and rush out, it's very simple..."

Run'an leaned on Yuzhu and nodded listlessly, his expression still ugly.Jing Yao glanced at him worriedly, and was about to say something more, when he suddenly heard the girl singing in a low voice, that weird tune, accompanied by shallow and slow steps, sounded again.

"I only hate Jun Gu Shao in front of the mirror, but I don't dare to be greedy in front of my eyes. Yiyi Yangliu can't keep it, strands of sorrow and thoughts are still lingering..."

Countless strands of hair drilled out from the corners and wandered across the ground, like swarms of snakes, rubbing against each other to make a rustling sound.The singing voice twitched amidst all the scorching sounds. At first it was sad and sad, but gradually it took on a bit of chill.Jing Yao listened to "The passing water washes away the bones, and the flick of the fingers kills the beauty", for some reason, he felt sad, disgusted and afraid.This fear seemed to be aroused by something, and it seemed to surge up spontaneously. With the ups and downs of the singing, waves surged up one after another, almost drowning him.When he sang "The fragrance dissipates in the emptiness of the lingering fragrance, turning into tens of thousands to the world", he could hardly restrain the trembling of his body, feeling as if his whole body was surrounded by dense needlepoints. .

"What the hell is this?" He couldn't help asking, his voice trembling, "What is this feeling?"

【die. 】Run'an raised his finger, wrote on his shoulder, and grabbed his right hand, wrapping his withered black fingers with his small palm.Jing Yao's eyes widened, and only then did he suddenly remember the daunting death aura that was arrogantly exuded through the strands of white hair.

The singing stopped suddenly, and the footsteps also stopped, and the dense hair spread all over the floor.The pair of black men's sandals had turned into a pair of emerald green embroidered shoes at some point, barely standing outside the gap, very close at hand.

The cold dead air was suppressed overwhelmingly, and Jing Yao, who was born as a living being, was the first to bear the brunt. He felt that a layer of scalp was almost cut off, his face was gray, and dense cold sweat oozes from his forehead.He pulled out his fingers and tightly clenched Run'an's hand, while the other hand firmly grasped the black cloth that Xia Shi gave him, as if grasping the last straw.

Wait... help?

A drop of sweat slid down his face, and he suddenly realized a very serious question - what was Xia Shi giving such a rag for?

Is it really for fighting the boss, or... for something else?

Something flashed through Jing Yao's mind, and in the next second, he suddenly pulled up the black cloth and covered Run'an's head with his head and face.