My protagonist attributes have been discovered

It is impossible to go bankrupt, and it is impossible to go bankrupt in this life.

Although it is said that "money is not saved", money can definitely be squeezed out of employees-whether it is the 996 proposal of ordinary human bosses, or the behavior of Ying bosses who do not even have a holiday on such a big day as Qingming. fully proved this point.

On Tomb-sweeping Day, when other ordinary human office workers were still sleeping in a ball under their warm quilts, Song Yangle, who had no holiday, had to get up at seven o'clock to wash up as usual, and run around with a few grandparents in the community. Walk the dog for a while, take a shower, eat breakfast, read the book for an hour, and then have to take the bus to work.

For the ordinary human world mixed with the realm of comprehension, this year's Qingming Festival is roughly the same as in previous years. Except for a few extra ghosts who carefully avoid pedestrians on the road, the excitement of human beings is human, and their carnival is limited to His own cemetery and the place where he was sacrificed.

However, it is not without exception.

"Selling kites, kites~"

In front of platform 7092 of Wenjing Bus Terminal, an old man in casual sportswear sat on a bench that blocked the sun and yelled slowly.

He is holding a wooden pole, on which kites of various colors | lively and vivid images fly in an orderly manner against it. When the wind blows, swallows, butterflies, dragons, lions, tigers, leopards... All fluttering and dancing in the sun together, very bright.

Song Yangle couldn't help but linger on the cartoon little white dragon and the group of cartoon big cat kites.

"Young man, do you want to buy a kite?" Realizing that he couldn't see the target, the uncle raised his head and asked with a smile.

"……How much?"

The uncle leisurely raised three fingers.

Only three yuan?He was thinking "the folks in the underworld are honest and simple", when the uncle opened his mouth and said the number: "Three hundred."

"...?" Song Yangle took a closer look and was a little taken aback: "You have less than a hundred kites, right?"

"No, only fifty of them were made."

"...Then why three hundred? Shouldn't it be one hundred and fifty?"

"..." The smile on the old man's face stagnated and faded. He withdrew his hand, glanced at him leisurely, and said slowly, "I have three hundred kites."

The word "a" is extra heavy.

"..." The world is getting worse, and the ghosts are not old.Song Yangle looked at the group of kites that were more vivid, more beautiful, and more natural than ordinary kites, and felt that the inflation of the underworld might be a bit severe. Otherwise, how could the other party speak so loudly? !

This is simply a money grab.he thinks.

The uncle looked at him again and asked, "Do you want to buy it?"

Song Yangle, who considered himself a poor ghost, refused straight away: "No."

—he couldn't have spent money on something so expensive and inedible and useless!

Song Yangle's determination was very firm. Even when he boarded 7092, when the old man tilted the wooden pole full of kites out of the car window, and the high and low kites kept flying along the wind, he was just... much Just a few glances.

Take a look and do not break the law.

Song Yangle, whose face was almost stuck to the back of the seat, turned his head and looked out the window directly behind him from time to time. As far as he could see, various cartoon kites were flying forward with 7092, and the remaining lines in the wooden poles were of different lengths. Therefore, even though they are flying together in the high-speed changing scenery, none of the kites are tangled together. From a distance, it looks like a tree full of kites passing through the wind.

Unlike the sneaking adults, the little gray mouse on the seat next to it was squatting on the back of the chair with its mother pulling its long tail, biting its fingers and silently looking at the flying kites, its dark mung bean-sized eyes full of longing .

Song Yangle noticed that there was also a cartoon mouse with big ears floating high among a group of small animals in the kite.

He looked back at its mother again. She was holding the child in one hand and the document bag in the other. She was resting with her eyes closed. The sweater on her upper body was clean and tidy but a little pilled, her tight jeans were empty, and her sneakers were washed off|color |Already.

In fact, today's 7092 is very relaxed at this point in time - although non-human beings have no statutory holidays, they can ask for leave according to the regulations, so there are enough seats to sit a humanoid monster whose original shape is a mouse.

A certain landmark building passed by, and Song Yangle knew that he was going to Shanhai Hotel soon.

He lay on the back of the chair and thought for a while, then bent one finger and tapped on the top of the back of the chair.

The little mouse, who was startled but subconsciously afraid of disturbing its mother's rest, shrank its shoulders and turned its small eyes to him.

Song Yangle took out his mobile phone, typed a line on it, and then turned the screen to it:

"I want to buy a kite, but I can't tell which one is the best. Can you help me?"

……

5 minute later.

Song Yangle held a little white dragon kite and stood under the Shanhai station sign, and made an agreement with the little mouse on 7092 who was holding a little swallow kite, and waved goodbye to each other.

Then, when he turned his head, he was facing the kite uncle in the back row who was smiling so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes.

——At this moment, the string of the little white dragon kite fluttering high was a bit constricted, and his face was inexplicably aching.