The house is money, the story is life

The tail of summer has not yet passed, Yao Qianhong is already dressed very autumnally, wearing a thin pullover sweater, exuding an inappropriate and sick temperament, but this still does not detract from his handsomeness.

Zhou Tang nodded, and led him to the agency, thinking that his visit was probably related to rebirth, and immediately started a small theater rehearsal in his head, thinking about how to get as many words out of his mouth as possible. .Unexpectedly, Yao Qianhong looked up at the signboard before entering the door, and immediately laughed, disrupting Zhou Tang's thinking rhythm as soon as he opened his mouth: "Wei Hagi Zhongyu? I like this name very much."

Only then did Zhou Tang remember that the embarrassing Martian signboard in his house hadn't been replaced, and felt embarrassed.He stretched out his hand to hold the door for Yao Qianhong, and explained: "This was changed before summer time. He liked this kind of thing for a while..."

"I didn't mean that." Yao Qianhong interrupted him.Zhou Tang gave a puzzled "ah", Yao Qianhong didn't explain, walked to the sofa and sat down, looked around, and looked back at Zhou Tang: "Listen to what you mean, this time in Xia Shi It's already 'flowered', right?"

Zhou Tang frowned: "Blossom..."

"That is to say, there have been great changes emotionally and psychologically." Yao Qianhong explained, "Didn't you just say that Xia Shi liked Martian text? He really liked it when he was in 'blossom' Something inexplicable."

"Really?" Zhou Tang smiled politely and poured him a glass of water, "This is the first time I've heard of it. What do you do when you encounter this situation?"

"Martian language? I haven't encountered this before." Yao Qianhong smiled and shook his head, "Every time 'blossom' is different in summer."

There is a new setting... Zhou Tang was confused, but still nodded calmly: "Oh, it's different."

"To be precise, it varies with different typists." Yao Qianhong added, "Didn't Xia Shi tell you about this? The influences are also different, and these influences will directly affect his character when he "blossoms". However, the process is the same - first, as the story accumulates, he gradually develops some negative emotions, feels low self-esteem, Jealousy, anger, and then the personality starts to become inexplicable, as if..."

"Weeds." Zhou Tang continued with deep understanding, thinking of those Martian texts outside the door.

"That's right." Yao Qianhong nodded, "It's the weeds, the weeds that grow wildly. They grow unscrupulously, until one day, something, let him consume some redundant things together with his strength, just like those overgrown grasses. All the weeds have been pruned, and then the real "blossom". On the original character of the Book of the Undying, other things began to be finalized and developed, and became a part of him, forming a new and different summer time, a Summer time shaped by his typists. And then when those typists left..."

When he said this, he paused.Zhou Tang finally couldn't help asking: "What will happen after you leave?"

Yao Qianhong hooked the corner of his lips: "Haven't you already seen it? Summer time will return to the original - those qualities given by the typist will disappear after the giver leaves. The Book of Immortality returns to its original configuration , no wave, no joy, like stagnant water.”

He drank the water in the cup and put the cup on the table beside him: "In other words, he died—the summer time that was shaped, died with the departure of the typist Lost."

"Is that so?" Zhou Tang frowned.

Yao Qianhong smiled softly, and leaned back: "Okay, let's not talk about this. I didn't come here this time to talk about these things-I ask you, have you been reborn?"

"Ah...well." Zhou Tang actually wanted to know more about Xia Shi, but Yao Qianhong refused to say, and he had no choice but to nod honestly: "How do you know?"

"Guess." Yao Qianhong said, "When the car was about to explode, the box in my hand fell. I think you should have seen the thing inside."

Zhou Tang recalled it carefully, and didn't feel that he had seen anything strange: "I'm not sure about this."

"You must have seen it." Yao Qianhong said firmly, "Otherwise you wouldn't be reborn. Think about it again?"

Zhou Tang frowned, and tried hard to think about it again. Suddenly, a black block flashed in his mind, and he immediately called out: "That clock!"

"Yes, that's the one, Luo Mo Zhong." Yao Qianhong nodded and said, "The glazed clock that Bai Daxiang collected before his death, as long as anyone who sees it or hears it will be reborn -'seeing' is limited to seeing the original body However, the conditions for 'hearing' are much more stringent, the 'name' and 'experience of rebirth' must be heard at the same time."

"That's why you have been refusing to tell Xia Shi the truth about Sen Luo's rebirth." Zhou Tang suddenly realized, and then realized that the following story might bring out a relatively large amount of information, and immediately stood up, "Wait for me to go up and call Summer time."

"It's okay, there's no rush." ​​Yao Qianhong was calm, and checked his phone by the way, "At this time, he is sleepy and needs to sleep. Go up and watch out for him to scold you."

Zhou Tang curled his lips and forced a smile: "He usually doesn't swear in Xia Shi."

"Really? Then your Xia Shi has a good temper." Yao Qianhong sighed, "Like the Xia Shi I took with me...he can say fuck your mother in French, and he can also curse in dialect. Shanghainese, Hokkien Chinese, Wenzhou dialect, I can speak it, and when I talk in my sleep, I can also speak English with a bad taste... and I will quarrel with me in Klingon."

When he said this, he seemed to recall some bad past, and the corners of his lips collapsed: "How on earth did you raise him? So good?"

...No, it's me who should be curious.How did you raise this kind of OCC summer time that deviates from the original setting?And how old do you have to be to be able to learn Klingon?

"This, it's not important anyway." Zhou Tang reached out and rubbed the corner of his forehead, and took off a row of black threads hanging on his forehead, "The matter of rebirth is more important now. Do you really need me to call Xia Shi?" ?”

"Forget it, let him fall asleep first, let's chat casually for a while first. I'm not in a hurry." Yao Qianhong waved his hand, "Oh yes, speaking of rebirth... Has Xia Shi been reborn this time?"

Zhou Tang shook his head, and Yao Qianhong laughed; "That's right, he won't die at all... Fortunately, I was always worried that he would be implicated by Luo Mozhong's curse, and I really thought too much."

"Are you very afraid of his death?" Zhou Tang asked, "So afraid that you dare not even give him the death that comes with rebirth?"

"...Aren't you afraid?" Yao Qianhong asked back, "I thought you, like me, were very sensitive to the word 'death'."

Zhou Tang froze for a moment because of this question, thought for a moment, and shook his head seriously: "I don't know."

"You will know sooner or later." Yao Qianhong said indifferently, "When you raise Xia Shi and see him getting taller, more emotional, and more distinct...you will know. "

Zhou Tang pursed his lips.He seemed to understand something: "Is this the reason why you left summer time?"

"This is the reason why all typists abandon Xia Shi." Yao Qianhong said, his eyes drifted outside the door, "Actually, you have already felt this way, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't have given such a name—— Wei Qiu Zhongjie, before autumn comes, it will always be summer. As I said from the beginning, I like this name."