Dead after eight years [rebirth]

The more embarrassing thing than getting to know someone's buttons while drunk is unbuttoning them with his mouth. What's more embarrassing than unbuttoning them with his mouth is that he unbuttoned them thirteen times and fell asleep.

Cheng Shuibei began to think, if he jumped to the eighth floor again now, could he do it all over again.

Fortunately, Zhang Ci'an was finally ready to spare him.

"It's time for me to go back to school. Cheng Nan is studying next door. You should rest a little longer. Auntie will come over to cook at noon."

Cheng Shuibei cautiously poked his head out when he heard the sound outside getting farther and farther away.

The clothes scattered on the ground were picked up, folded and placed neatly on the bedside.

Thinking of what he did to the buttons on his clothes yesterday, Cheng Shuibei wanted to slap himself twice.

After waking up, Cheng Shuibei quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and threw all the clothes in the room into the washing machine, no matter whether they were poisoned by him or not.

After throwing away, Cheng Shuibei realized that he forgot to save the clothes he was wearing today.

I looked at my watch, it was already eleven o'clock, and today was Saturday, it seemed that God was going to give him a day off.

Cheng Shuibei called the little monkey and asked him to take care of the stall by himself today, and if he was too busy, he would close the door earlier.

"I see," the little monkey wrote down his instructions, and asked just before hanging up the phone, "Brother Bei, were you okay last night?"

Cheng Shuibei: "..."

Which pot does not open which pot.

When the aunt came to cook, Cheng Shuibei was still watering the flowers on the balcony.

When climbing the barbed wire fence, Cheng Shuibei took a pose along the way. The green leaves climbed up the wall, and the shape could be seen. When the spring is warm next year, the flowers will be more luxuriant.

The cook is the old aunt of Zhang's family. Her aunt's surname is Hu. Before Zhang Ci'an was born, she worked in Zhang's family. When Master Zhang went to school and lived there, she ran around to take care of him, fearing that she would not be used to seeing older children.

Some time ago, Aunt Hu came to cook, and seeing the delicate handwriting on Cheng Shuibei's note, she thought that Zhang Ci'an had found someone like Jinwu Zangjiao. Zhang Ci'an was eighteen, and no one cared about her even if she was in love.But before she came to cook, she saw a child, Xiao Ci must have found a divorced child with a baby, right?

Aunt Hu worriedly finished her last meal and went home. She thought about it day and night for several days. This morning, she received a call from Zhang Ci'an and asked her to cook again. She hurriedly packed her things and came.

It turned out that it was a man who opened the door.

It doesn't matter if you're divorced with a baby, bah bah bah, maybe it's a roommate shared by classmates, this young man doesn't look too big.

Aunt Hu looked Cheng Shuibei up and down, who was carrying a flower watering kettle, and went into the kitchen with the ingredients.

Looking down at his pajamas, Cheng Shuibei felt more and more that drinking was a mistake.

Stop doing!

Aunt Hu has stayed in Zhang's house for a long time and naturally understands the rules. She never takes the initiative to ask customers about family affairs, and she doesn't like to talk when doing things.

Cheng Shuibei followed in and said a few polite words, but was kicked out when he was about to help wash the vegetables.

Cheng Nan didn't know what he was researching in the house, but he even hung a sign on the door saying "No entry for idlers (Cheng Shuibei)".

Co-authoring this family, no one is willing to take him to play.

In this era, there is no ps5, no mobile games that Cheng Shuibei is interested in, and he doesn't want to watch the elder brother and the princess love each other on TV, so he decides to find a book to read.

He got into the study room where Young Master Zhang usually studied, and rummaged through the bookshelves, trying to find a book he could understand from the pile of textbooks and scientific research materials.

Flipping through the pages, Cheng Shuibei somewhat understood why Zhang Ci'an insisted on renting a house outside even if he was picked up and picked up when he went out.

Because even Professor Zhang, who is only a teenager again, is still continuing to study unfinished topics in 2021.Without experimental conditions, Zhang Ci'an performed computational reasoning over and over again, using limited hardware and software for simulation research.Some things appear out of place at this time, so Zhang Ci'an uses labels to write down the year when they should appear in the notebook.

Some people are destined to be extraordinary.

Cheng Shuibei searched for a long time but couldn't find any free books to read, because there can't be any free books in Mr. Zhang's study.

He walked out of the study in disappointment, and bumped into Zhang Ci'an who was entering the door.

"That... I'm free and want to read a book, I didn't rummage through your things..." Cheng Shuibei scratched his head in embarrassment as he walked towards the living room and explained.

Zhang Ci'an took off the scarf and put it on the hanger.

"it does not matter."

It doesn't matter if it gets messed up, and it doesn't matter what you see.

Cheng Shuibei had a vague feeling that Zhang Ci'an was becoming more tolerant towards him now, there were no rules, no can's and no can'ts.

At twelve o'clock, Aunt Hu cooked the meal, and Zhang Ci'an stayed to eat with her.

Aunt Hu's hand was accidentally splashed with oil when she was cooking, and she still endured the pain to finish the meal.

Looking at her red and swollen index finger, Cheng Shuibei hurried to look through the small medicine box under the TV cabinet, as if he had lived here for many years.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, I drank yesterday and today... I won't delay cooking for Zhang Ci'an in the future. You rest and eat well. I'll wash the dishes later." Cheng Shuibei dispensed medicine for Aunt Hu while Apologize guiltily.

Aunt Hu looked at the enthusiastic young man who applied Jingwanhong ointment to herself, she just smiled and said she didn't mind.

With such a friend by her side, Xiaoci should not be doing badly.

After the meal, Cheng Shuibei quickly went to the kitchen with the bowls and chopsticks in his arms, and took Cheng Nan who was about to go back to the room to nest, and turned around and closed the soundproof kitchen door.

Cheng Nan didn't know what he asked him to do, so he offered to help wash it up.

"Cheng Shuibei, are you okay? I have to go to class in the afternoon." Cheng Nan urged when he saw that the dishes were almost cleaned.

Cheng Shuibei scratched his nose with a hand covered in dish soap foam.

He asked: "Well... Let me ask you, do you know about your brother's copying of Buddhist scriptures?"

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Cheng Nan glanced at Cheng Shuibei with no surprise, "Before you came, brother Ci was already copying Buddhist scriptures."

Not on a whim.

Cheng Shuibei became even more anxious: "Then do you know why?"

Cheng Nan arranged the last pair of chopsticks and said, "Practice calligraphy."

Practice calligraphy, that's good, that's good.

Cheng Shuibei's straight arms relaxed, and he put the last bowl on the shelf.

The little kid was about to go out after answering the question, before he opened the door, he suddenly looked back at Cheng Shuibei and said, "Oh, by the way, Brother Ci seems to have said—"

"What did you say?" Cheng Shuibei rushed to ask.

Cheng Nan paused.

"—Brother Ci said that he copied scriptures for his dead lover."

The young man who jumped down from the eighth floor didn't know that one day he would be called a lover in another person's mouth.

Before Zhang Cian left at night, he went to Cheng Nan's room.

Zhang Ci'an leaned against the door and asked softly, "Did he ask you just now?"

Cheng Nan: "Well, what do you do for copying scriptures?"

Zhang Ci'an nodded as if he had expected everything, and then asked: "Then how did you answer?"

Cheng Nan immersed himself in "A Brief History of Time" and replied without raising his head, "According to what you told me."

……

A week after signing the contract, Cheng Shuibei started working on the bookstore.

Immediately, the students will be on winter vacation and wait for the Chinese New Year. Taking advantage of the lack of people during the winter vacation, hurry up and pack it up so that it can be officially opened in the beginning of next year's school season.

Zhang Ci'an showed him a clear way to open a bookstore and ask Zhou Xingzhan.

Cheng Shuibei handed over the newsstand to the little monkey, and rode on the little electric donkey to the Millennium Building.

The elevator didn't come for a long time, Cheng Shuibei wanted to take the stairs, but remembered what happened the day before his death and felt unlucky, so he had to wait patiently downstairs.

After waiting for a long time, Cheng Shuibei finally got into the elevator. Just before the elevator door closed, he heard a loud shout from outside.

"Wait a moment!"

Cheng Shuibei blocked the elevator door with his hand, and a long-haired girl with a small dinosaur backpack hurried in.

"thanks, thanks."

"fine."

When she stood still and raised her head, the two of them stared at each other in shock.

"It's you!" Cheng Shuibei blurted out.

It turned out that this girl was none other than the lovelorn girl they had comforted for a long time on the side of the road that day.

Cheng Shuibei: "What a coincidence, you work here?"

The girl waved her hand: "No, no, I'm just here for something, so I don't work here."

Her complexion is much better than before, and she looks like she has completely come out of the shadow of broken love.

"Thank you and your friends that day," the girl thanked slightly, escaped from her bag and handed Cheng Shuibei a colorful post-it note, "My name is Luo Tong. My contact information, if you need my help, please feel free to contact me later.”

Cheng Shuibei likes to get along with such sincere and honest people.

"My name is Cheng Shuibei, and we will be friends from now on."

The two separated after a quick exchange of pleasantries. Cheng Shuibei went down to find Boss Zhou on the eighth floor, and Luo Tong took the elevator to the editorial office on the ninth floor.

I called before coming here, and as soon as Cheng Shuibei got out of the elevator, he saw Boss Zhou welcoming him at the door, and even glanced behind him.

"Why, look at the beauties?"

Cheng Shuibei made fun of Zhou Xingzhan, but Boss Zhou beat him up in embarrassment.

The two laughed and went to the living room.

With Cheng Shuibei's help and Zhou Hai's management, the legal department has begun to take shape. When he came over, he even saw a few young people drafting a new contract. Cheng Shuibei was very pleased about this.

After exchanging pleasantries, Boss Zhou said that he could help with the bookstore. He would introduce Cheng Shuibei to a few familiar magazine publishing houses, and in the future, he would hold some offline limited peripheral activities or book signings to help boost his popularity.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou, I will definitely put "God of Fire" in the most conspicuous place in our store!" Cheng Shuibei flattered him indiscriminately, Boss Zhou felt better, and he knew it.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this, let's go, I will take you up to see the editorial department."

Zhou Xingzhan dragged Cheng Shuibei to the ninth floor.

As soon as we reached the ninth floor, we heard a quarrel.

"How do you know it won't work if you haven't tried it... Where is your editor-in-chief, I'll tell him."

Cheng Shuibei heard a familiar voice and saw the little dinosaur backpack on the table outside.

Luo Tong.

As soon as Zhou Xingzhan heard that there was a quarrel ahead, he left Cheng Shuibei alone and rushed in: "I'm the boss, I'll solve anything."

As soon as Boss Zhou finished his sentence, he realized that the long-haired girl in red who was arguing with the editor inside seemed to be the one he caught a glimpse of in the elevator behind Cheng Shuibei, so his tone softened.

"Hi, I'm Zhou Xingyan, the boss of "God of Fire"."

Luo Tong didn't care which country he was the boss of, and just wanted to open his eyes equally, when he glanced at him, he saw Cheng Shuibei who was following Zhou Xingzhan.

Cheng Shuibei hurried forward to help others, and he winked at Zhou Xingzhan: "Why don't we go down and talk, this is my friend."

"Ah, they are all friends. Xiao Cheng's friends are my Zhou Xingzan's friends. Miss Luo, please!"

Zhou Xingzhan bent over to invite, Cheng Shuibei could even see the pink bubbles surrounding him with that attentive look.

When the three of them arrived at the living room downstairs, Cheng Shuibei poured Luo Tong a cup of scented tea and patiently understood the whole story.

It turned out that Luo Tong submitted her draft to the editorial department a month ago, but the editor rejected it on the grounds that the style of painting was inconsistent and that she had never tried this type of draft.

Cheng Shuibei had seen Luo Tong's paintings the other day, the country style was freehand, unrestrained and unrestrained, and the quality was naturally of high quality.

But Zhou Xingzhan's comic magazine may not be usable.

"Cut, you guys are too old-fashioned. Who said that fighting in the fighting style and superheroes saving the world can be drawn into comics? Isn't "The Peony Pavilion" and "The Story of the West Chamber" not acceptable?" Luo Tong said as he took it out of the small dinosaur satchel. Show Cheng Shuibei a stack of drawings.

In her story, a girl living in the Tang Dynasty and a young man from modern times traveled together into the world of "The Book of Songs", helping the ancestors solve a series of problems in this world, and getting to know each other and love each other in the process of joining hands .

Luo Tong's story is better than novel plot and unique painting style.Each story unit is named after the plants and trees in The Book of Songs, and at the end of the chapter there is a popular science about these plants and plants.Her unique freehand style is integrated into this story about the collision of historical culture and modern technology, exuding a new charm.

"In addition to this one, I also have a story about "Shan Hai Jing"."

When Luo Tong talked about his works, his face was full of light, just like Zhou Xingzhan who mentioned his dream.

The two like-minded people quickly got together to discuss. Cheng Shuibei listened carefully with his cheeks on his hands, but he was more and more proud of the shiny things on them.

After hearing what Luo Tong said, Zhou Xingzhan asked Cheng Shuibei with some hesitation on his face: "Xiao Cheng, we have never tried it before, what do you think?"

Indeed, this style of freehand painting is abrupt in a hot-blooded boy who saves the world.But Cheng Shuibei knew that in a few years, the wave of national style would sweep across the country, and teenagers would also miss and imagine the ancient rhyme of the past in addition to imagining the future of science fiction.

Chinese studies, history, opera... If Zhou Xingzhan makes a breakthrough attempt in this area, maybe "The Fire of God" will be the first to open up a new path and go further.

And this beginning can be completely Luo Tong's "Grass and Tree Story".

Cheng Shuibei nodded firmly: "I think Luo Tong's story and painting style are very likely to create a new branch. Brother Zhou, you always say that it is for dreams, so whether Miss Luo's dream can be realized now depends on you." In front of my eyes."

Zhou Xingzhan looked at Xiao Cheng who had been working with him for half a year, and then at Luo Tong who was shining brightly in his eyes, and patted the table: "Then listen to Xiao Cheng, and we're done!"

In the afternoon of that day, Luo Tong signed a contract with the magazine. "Grass and Tree Story" will appear in the first issue of "God of Fire" after the year. First, it will be published in three issues to see the effect. If the feedback is good, the follow-up will be a separate volume and peripheral sale.

With gratitude for Bo Le's kindness, Luo Tong looked at Zhou Xingzhan with a pleasing look.

After finishing everything, Zhou Xingzhan took advantage of the opportunity to treat him to dinner, and Cheng Shuibei had no choice but to accompany him.

Luo Tong is a good girl, and Cheng Shuibei secretly decided that if Zhou Xingzhan just wanted to be on the spur of the moment, he would get in the way.

At the dinner table, Boss Zhou was nervous and cramped like a high school student, but Luo Tong was funny and humorous, making everyone laugh repeatedly.

After the meal, Cheng Shuibei felt relieved when he saw Zhou Xingzhan timidly approaching him to ask for his contact information and offering to help him take a taxi.

With the biting wind blowing, Cheng Shuibei rode a small electric donkey home, humming a little tune on the way.

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful and the sun is high, so the wind is blowing, the little boat is coming, it is shaking all the way..."

The author has something to say:

The song Xiao Cheng sang is a folk song from northern Shaanxi, "Do You Know?"