The house is money, the story is life

Sen Luo's mood is not very good.

Didn't he just take a short errand in the middle and go shopping for some small things? How did he come to his senses and realize that the whole story is not going the right way?If I remember correctly, he is the protagonist, right?He's the protagonist of this story, right?How do you say that you just throw it away without even saying hello?

It was so easy to run back to the camera again, and he didn't even give a close-up, and just threw it outside as a laborer, what kind of thing is this!

Sen Luo groaned and squatted outside the elephant watch shop to pick up pocket watches, his heart was full of resentment, and there was a dark cloud above his head.The melon-eaters who gathered outside the watch shop just now have all dispersed. He put the pocket watch in his hand on the table and looked around. Not far away, he saw two people wearing green suspender skirts The girl was standing at the door of another antique shop, whispering to each other, kept looking in, occasionally turned her head and glanced casually, her eyes lightly passed over the head of Sen Luo who was squatting on the ground, and soon came back again. Looking away as if losing interest, they continued to look at the window of the antique shop and whisper to each other.

These two girls don't look simple, they look like they have ditches in their chests and turbulent waves.Sen Luo pretended to be picking up something, watched secretly in silence, secretly graded in his heart while sucking his nose.

This has to be 120, right?No...the one on the left is about 150, almost 153.The one on the right is even smaller, not even a hundred, but at most eighty...

A man suddenly came out of the antique shop, short-sleeved and trousers, looking chic, with his hands in his pockets leisurely.He tilted his head at the two girls, stretched out his hands, and the two girls immediately embraced them one by one from left to right, and the three of them staggered away, their backs almost stuck together, There is no gap at the end, and it is extremely affectionate.Sen Luo watched quietly, feeling sour in his heart.

Why do girls with dimpled breasts and turbulent waves belong to other people these years?With tears in his eyes, he picked up the last pocket watch back on the table, picked up the newly bought Luoyang shovel and walked to the watch shop, full of injustice: Is it possible that even a boy as good and unique as his younger brother has only one way out? Yet?

But having said that, the little brother of a certain bottle seems to be gay too?Hmm... It seems to be a lot more balanced when you think about it this way.After all, he is a man who is about to go to the ground, and it is normal for his life to hang by a thread, and he should not delay other girls, um.

After convincing himself again, Sen Luo felt very satisfied.With such a satisfied mood, he stepped into the store, and the first thing he saw was the workbench facing the door—a small desk lamp was placed on it, and under the desk lamp was a table full of messy small parts and gadgets. Sen Luo glanced at it casually, but could hardly pronounce the name, only knew that it was either used on the watch or used to repair the watch.

He remembered the workbench.When he entered the store for the first time, what left the deepest impression on him was this workbench and the fierce man in a mandarin jacket sitting behind the workbench.

It happened almost last month. He happened to pass by this store while wandering in Laotou Street, and suddenly remembered his watch that had just broken, so he rushed in to pick it up, thinking that if he had a suitable one, he would buy a new one directly. put on.However, this watch shop has more clocks and fewer watches. There are two glass cabinets installed in total, one on the left and one on the left. According to the boss, all the watches that can be sold are placed in them.

There are really not many options to choose from, and they are all mediocre and uninteresting things, and there are no famous brands... In all fairness, Sen Luo actually has little hope for the latter.Don't say you don't have it, you can't afford it even if you have it; but even if you have two pieces that "look like" famous brands, then he will at least consider it.

In short, that day, he went shopping around today and didn't see a suitable (and cheap) watch, so he shook his head and planned to leave.Before leaving the shop, a Fu Zhi shook his head violently, seeing that fierce man sitting behind the workbench looking at him with a murderous face, his heart trembled, he went up in a strange way, took out his already heroic Watch, handed it to the man: "Can this be repaired?"

When he said this, he was still staring at the man, trying to see the essence and age of the man, but he was beaten back again and again by a strong and strange force, without even the slightest chance to spy—— With the watch he handed out to the man, his fragile heart was hit to the ground by the sentence "You are so bad that it is broken like this and you have to come and fix it".

Well, it's too much to take a bunch of corpse parts to someone to repair... But can't he be considered as nostalgic?Why do you say he is poor right from the start.

Sen Luo's soft and sensitive heart was stabbed.Out of anger, before he left, he took a brochure on the workbench, and was going to go back and post it on the Internet to make complaints about it. Unexpectedly, he was so unlucky that he fell to his death on the curb shortly after returning home. .Respawn followed closely - the point of respawn was almost a month ago.With a black question mark face for more than [-] days, he finally waited for him to understand the matter of rebirth, when he suddenly rolled his eyes and died again.

After I died, I went back to a month ago, and spent more than 20 days full of energy. One night, I felt uncomfortable in my heart when I was sleeping, and I went back to the same time when I opened my eyes.In this way, his rebirth this time is almost too fast...

Sen Luo couldn't help but sighed heavily.Other people's rebirth still pays attention to some kind of karma and cause and effect, and it comes only once in a while like a big prize; his is good, once a month, more punctual and diligent than my aunt...

Bored, he walked to the workbench to have a look, Sen Luo turned his head, and suddenly saw a green bead curtain.There seemed to be another room behind the bead curtain. He lifted it up curiously, and immediately couldn't help but let out a "wow"—only the sound of "da da da da" was heard. This room was full of clocks. .

There are also clocks in the outer room, all of which are hung on the walls, ranging from Gothic to minimalist.But compared to this room, it is still weak after all - in this room, not only are the walls hung without leaving any gaps, but even the tables are full of beautiful things.From the exquisite German cuckoo clocks to the heavy old Shanghai Sanwu brand wooden clocks, from the dignified and stable London clocks to the simple and elegant Nanjing clocks, the collection value is high or low. In the eyes of Sen Luo, it is a house anyway. Money is flying around.

What a great idea this is, just to hide a room full of money behind a curtain... Sen Luo was speechless secretly, his eyes turned and fell on a small glass clock.

The clock is no more than the size of a palm, with a black glazed case, with a bat pattern floating on the two corners directly below the clock base, and an upside-down bat on each side. It looks very beautiful, just the bump marks on the case. A little more, it seems that just like him, he is also an unlucky guy with ill-fated fate.

Looking at the clock, Sen Luo felt a strange sense of familiarity welling up in his heart.He tried to pry into the age of this clock, but the consciousness he protruded was blocked out by a powerful force, and then slapped back——

"Damn!" Sen Luo yelled while covering his eyes.This is what clock ah, so fierce!

"Stupid what stubborn!" He roared at Liuli Zhong, "Don't think that if you have a big temper, I won't be able to figure out when you were born, you old man..."

"Minguo." A small voice suddenly appeared behind him, and Sen Luo almost jumped up in fright.He turned his head in a hurry, only to see a pale young man in a wheelchair opening the beaded curtain and looking at him.

Sen Luo suddenly felt a little embarrassed.He murmured for a while, then scratched his hair and explained embarrassingly: "Well, I... saw that the curtain was unlocked, so I came in directly, I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, this side is also open." The young man smiled nonchalantly, rolled his wheelchair into the room, pointed to the glazed clock, and explained: "This, I remember my brother said, it was from the Republic of China. But I don’t know the specifics.”

"Ah, that's it." Sen Luo responded uncomfortably, touched his nose, and asked the young man, "Do you work in this shop?"

"I'm the boss here." The young man smiled shyly, and stretched out his hand to Sen Luo, but his movements were very small, his thin arms were like branches sticking out timidly, "Hello, I It’s Bai Xisheng. The Bai who knows the white and keeps the black, the Xisheng of the great music and Xisheng.”