Seongnam monsters

DZ:?

Young and beautiful girl: Brother, I will give you 88888 to wish you success in your career. Can you tell me the name of the good-looking little brother with earrings next door?

DZ: no

Your brother sent you a death notice.

Zhang Ninghan was not afraid of death, and insisted on canceling the trip and decided to stay at her brother's house, trying to have a fateful encounter with the little brother next door.

But the little brother next door doesn't want to make friends with their siblings at all, and has closed the door tightly, telling Jinyu not to let any suspicious people in.

"Suspicious person?" Jin Yu wondered, "Is there any trouble coming to you? Didn't last night's reception banquet work?"

Si Nian was silent for a moment, then said, "It's next door."

Only then did Jinyu understand, he also noticed this morning that the little girl next door had been looking this way.Lu Shi was a little eager to try: "Then can I go over to visit?"

"If you want to die, try it?" Si Nian coldly swept over.

Lu Shi was wronged, he just wanted to have a relationship, why is it so difficult.Jin Yu shook her head helplessly, looked down at the itinerary on her phone, and said to Si Nian, "People have been sending messages one after another, wanting to see you. In the Southern District, there are two particularly rowdy ones who want to die Struggling a bit, basically there is nothing wrong with it.”

There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons in the southern area, most of which are thorns and hob meat, monsters big and small are used to making trouble.The big monsters gathered here yesterday, but they were shocked. Early this morning, some people came to worship the mountain.

Si Nian clasped his hands, expressionless: "Tell them, no see. As long as you follow my rules, it will be fine. As for those who still disagree, let Yuan Zhou and the others pass."

After a pause, Si Nian added: "Just don't beat him to death."

Jin Yu nodded: "Yes."

Compared with the matter in the Southern District, Si Nian still wanted to find out about the pear blossom.He can be sure that the pear blossoms were not left by Duan Zhang, but who can do this quietly under his nose?

Could it be Shang Si's prank?

No, it's impossible, even if he drugged himself with rat poison, he would never send flowers, it's so disgusting.

Unless... it's a ghost, then it's possible to avoid Si Nian's perception.

This is fun, Si Nian has killed too many monsters, and he hates him so much that he can turn into a ghost and come to him, and he can't count with two hands.He could go directly to Xingjun who is in charge of the underworld and ask about the situation, but that person is just like Shang Si, he is so good that he can wear a pair of pants, and his temper is not ordinary.

Si Nian is bored to death here and is not happy to deal with them.

Si Nian is not familiar with the way of ghosts. Wu Huaizi once said that he is in charge of killing and not burying, which is quite apt.All in all, when the soldiers came to cover up the water and the earth, Si Nian thought about it again, and tasted a little bit of fun from this matter.

No matter who sent the flowers or what their intentions are, it's more fun than taking over the Southern District just to be so mysterious.

Si Nian didn't bother anymore, and even put the pear blossoms into a glass bottle with great interest, and put them on the window sill.

On the other side, Duan Zhang was holding his mobile phone, quietly watching his sister die through the screen.He wasn't worried about what Si Nian would do to Zhang Ning, he was worried that Zhang Ning would scare people into blocking his friends again.

But Duan Zhang just didn't want to stop it.

The special assistant felt a little creepy when he saw the boss smiling, but out of professionalism, he still kept smiling and said, "Vice President, Mrs. Zhang has also intervened in this cooperation case. Their quotation is five times lower than ours." percent."

After the words fell, the special assistant called up an electronic file for Duan Zhang to review.

"Zhang Hongfei..." Duan Zhang unscrupulously called his uncle by his first name, with a playful tone: "It seems that some people still think that I, Duan Zhang, lack the little money that their Zhang family has."

"The last time you went to Tianjin, you didn't visit Zhang's house. There seems to be some opinions there." This opinion was fed back to the special assistant through various channels, but Duan Zhang didn't notice it, because he had made it 800 years ago. Blocked all the contact information of Zhang Hongfei and other people.

There is no deep hatred, it is just annoying.

In Tianjin circles, there is still a joke that "Mr. Zhang from Beijing doesn't have WeChat".Even if it was later confirmed that Duan Zhang didn't have WeChat, but was just a casual excuse to not give Zhang Hongfei face, the joke still remained.

The relationship between Zhang Hongfei and Duan Zhang was once difficult to maintain even the superficial intimacy.But Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but like this grandson very much. Even though Duan Zhang's parents divorced when he was very young, they didn't give him any less care.

Duan Zhang: "Continue to follow up. Don't let the old lady know about this matter, and don't let Zhang Ning know. Go and tell Zhang Hongfei that I uninstalled WeChat again."

Special Assistant: "..."

You are trying to piss him off.

At this moment, the special assistant saw Duan Zhang close the computer and stood up.He was slightly stunned, and quickly asked, "Are you going out?"

Duan Zhang picked up his coat and put it on his arm, looked at his watch with ease, and said, "Today's work is not important. Assistant Qin, I believe you can handle it well."

No, I'm just a special assistant.

The special assistant's inner turmoil was calm on the surface, and he was even more surprised that Duan Zhang left his job and was about to leave.What makes a psycho boss quit his job?What makes his moral bottom line retreat again and again?

Is it the old goblin (goblin) next door?

Through the eyes of the special assistant, Duan Zhang seemed to see his complicated psychological activities.But he chose to ignore it and drove away from the company without any psychological burden.

Instead of going home, he came to Chaoyang District alone, where the tallest building in Beijing is located.The building has not been completed for a long time, and the top few floors are commercial sightseeing areas open to the public. Today, a special reading club is being held in a certain area here.

The scale of the reading club is not large, and there are still a few shelves and clip art near the glass window that were too late to take away. It is obvious that some small exhibition has just been held here.

When Duan Zhang arrived, a long-haired girl was standing up from her seat, holding a book and reading aloud emotionally——

"I will always love your heavenly face. The red sunset is on the glass roof, the black rain is sinking into the blue sea, you walk barefoot, there are tidbits in the wind, the copper bells are ringing, and the people are singing. I bow my head and remain silent..."

The girl's voice was sweet, but not sad.There was light in her eyes, as if yearning for something piously, she was still excited.

There were not many people present, only a dozen or so people sat in a circle around it.Duan Zhang didn't make a sound to disturb, and sat down silently on the empty chair outside the circle, with his legs crossed naturally, with a relaxed expression.

Someone noticed him and cast a puzzled look at him, as if wondering how such a person would appear here.Judging by his attire and demeanor, he should have appeared in the office area downstairs or on a certain red carpet.

But doubts are doubts. Everyone was very quiet and did not spoil the atmosphere of the scene.

After a while, the girl bowed slightly and ended her reading.Her back was facing Duan Zhang, so she didn't notice the addition of the newcomers, and sat down obediently.

The reading session will continue, and there are people here of all ages, men, women, and children, all restrained and restrained.Facing Duan Zhang, an old man with gray temples, estimated to be about five or sixty years old in human age, looks like an organizer, wearing glasses, and is very polite.

Whenever someone finished reading the book, he would say a few words at the right time to give encouragement or express affirmation.He will also answer patiently when others ask questions.

Duan Zhang listened for half an hour, and the two words he heard the most were - He Jing.

The people here are all monsters. The so-called reading club is more like a memorial meeting for the hometown of wanderers.

"Sir, are the blue sea glazed beads really that beautiful? It is said in the book that they are the tears of the gods falling in the blue sea, just like the night sky wrapped in bright stars, but I can't imagine it." The girl who was studying just now couldn't help asking .

The old man smiled: "It's a god-given treasure, of course it can't be imagined by imagination. In Hejing back then, there were no more than ten people who could own the blue sea glazed beads."

"I know." Another shy boy said, "They put glass beads on the earrings, don't they?"

"Yes." The old man nodded, and then added: "A young man like you is at the age of Aimei, and he can use other jade stones without glass beads. Especially when he is an adult, pluck a piece of feather from his heart to decorate On the earrings, you can confess to your loved one. It is said that if you do this, the chances of success are particularly high."

As he spoke, the old man seemed to have remembered something, and a trace of memory appeared in his eyes.The teenagers who belong to the sky always show their handsome or beautiful side in front of their loved ones without hesitation. They chase love and freedom, as if nothing can stop their enthusiasm.

The boy scratched his head in embarrassment, perhaps because he grew up in human society and received too many stereotyped education that men and women are different. He is always embarrassed to talk about this.

The girl couldn't help regretting, "It's a pity I can't see it now."

The rest joined in.Legends are just legends after all. Most of them here have never even seen the appearance of their hometown, let alone the tears of the gods.

After a while, someone stood up and read a poem——

"The setting sun is crying, shedding red tears

Flow through 99 sky steps

Wet the corners of the night's clothes, let

Butterfly kills itself on the tip of a knife

dead leaves in the wilderness

cruel and romantic

lonely and desolate

Obsessed with obsession, wild rebellion

boy upstream

blood-like, blood-like

Killing intent pierces delusion

he is a tidbit in the wind

He is cinnabar on the moon

He is the phantom of all cruelty and beauty..."

The voice of reciting the poet was clean and deep. After the lingering sound drifted away, everyone was still immersed in the cruel beauty of the poem, neither spoke nor applauded.But the man couldn't wait any longer, and couldn't wait to ask the old man a question.

"Sir, the source of inspiration for this poem is also Hejing, right? Heavenly steps and tidbits in the wind are all inherent images, but I have always been curious, who is the boy?"

The old man did not answer immediately.

He seemed to be distracted, silent.Like Zai Pinwu's poem just now, after a long time, he sighed slightly and said with a smile: "I said that in Hejing back then, there were no more than ten people who could own the blue sea glazed beads, and he was one of them." .”

Hearing this, everyone became excited and cast curious eyes.

The old man paused, helplessly: "Actually, I don't know his name. There are very few records about him, and there are very few people who have seen him. When Hejing fell, I was still young and didn't remember much. I remember being told later that he was one of the last few people to leave. As for where he went, I don’t know.”

"Well, that's a pity."

"Who is the author of this poem?"

"Anonymous. This is actually only half a poem. When I saw it, the paper was already torn."

"Is that so..."

Everyone continued to communicate, but with this poem, the following topics can't always get around the boy in the poem.The old man was still emotional, and his eyes drifted to Duan Zhang, who seemed like an outsider, several times, asking him if he wanted to join together.

Duan Zhang shook his head politely, and did not insist on convenience.

After a while, the door opened again.Duan Zhang turned his head following the slight sound and saw Jin Yu.The two looked at each other, Jin Yu nodded to Duan Zhang, and Duan Zhang got up and left, just like when he came, without disturbing the room at all.

"I didn't expect Mr. Duan to really come."

"Are you surprised?"

"Yes." Jin Yu felt that he still underestimated Duan Zhang's concern for Si Nian. When he and Duan Zhang were seeing off guests at the villa yesterday, he just mentioned that there was a reading club here. Really here.

The two walked to the top floor slowly, Duan Zhang raised his eyes and swept across the glass sky above his head, with that faint smile still in the corner of his mouth, he asked: "Tits in the wind, cinnabar on the moon, it's Si Nian, yes?" ?"

Jin Yu didn't hear the poem at the book club, but she quickly realized what Duan Zhang might have heard, and replied generously, "Someone described him that way."

When the voice fell, Jin Yu thought that Duan Zhang would continue to ask, but Duan Zhang stopped asking and brought up other things instead. "Si Nian once threw an earring on the Chongkong Bridge, and that earring was decorated with blue sea glass beads, right?"

Jin Yu was slightly surprised: "He told you?"

"Yes."

"That's it." Jin Yu didn't expect Si Nian to tell Duan Zhang all this, so he didn't need to keep it a secret, and said: "It is indeed the blue sea glazed beads that were lost. They were originally a pair, but now there is only one left."

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Duan Zhang's mouth gradually deepened.Standing on a tall building more than 500 meters away, overlooking the bustling street and the busy traffic, he was suddenly in a good mood.

The author has something to say: Old Duan: I love it.