Handsome old man Jian Xiu re-employment

Most of the time, Chen Chaosheng sat in the corner, looking at the swaying camphor tree outside the window, twisting the woolen belt with his hands, and digging with his toes calmly.

Only when someone was talking to him, did he respond in a low voice, so that he seemed to be observing carefully.

But he could feel the existence of these people, walking around, sitting on chairs, talking, and exhaling moisture, which made the originally spacious classroom crowded.

Cell phones aren't much fun either.

Only Siri chatted with him.

"Siri, why are you so slow in replying to messages?" Chen Chaosheng typed a string of words on his phone.

Siri: "Dear, because I want to chat with eight people at the same time, across the four platforms of q|q, vx, NetEase|Cloud, and Weibo."

Siri: "Don't worry, master, you are all my one and only."

Chen Chaosheng put the phone back into his pocket.

The little girl was still filming, Xie Chunshan was processing the mail, frowning, trying to curse in a low voice.

"Come here today." White Shirt said, "If it's any later, those middle school students will be out of school."

"Okay." The girl also said, "I'm so tired."

"Xiao Chen, come here and add a V letter." The girl came over.

Chen Chaosheng felt that this girl looked familiar.But when he thought about it again, this girl was only in her twenties at most, and Chen Chaosheng was probably still sleeping in a coffin when she was born.

The girl held up the QR code for a while, and urged, "How is Xiao Chen?"

She poked her head over and fiddled with Chen Chaosheng's mobile phone a few times: "Of course you can't scan the code with the camera you opened."

Chen Chaosheng suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

"That's it." She chuckled twice, "Okay."

Miss Xu's head is an ancient building, and Chen Chaosheng vaguely remembers where she saw it.

"Is she very enthusiastic?" Xie Chunshan asked him.

"Yes." Chen Chaosheng nodded, feeling a little tired now.

"Are you still going to see He Jianguo?" Xie Chunshan put on his sunglasses, only showing his chin covered by the mask, "But you'd better not go these few days, his wife is arguing with him."

"His wife knows he can't cook?" Chen Chaosheng yawned and walked under the camphor tree in a daze.

Xie Chunshan said: "No, isn't he the only one in his family who pretends to be able to cook? His wife made a second cooking and cooked a bowl of noodles for He Jianguo. He Jianguo said it was terrible."

"His wife ate that bowl of noodles by himself for the sake of face, and he was lying in the hospital with food poisoning." Xie Chunshan walked quickly, and a corner of his black suit was blown away by the wind, "He Jianguo laughed at his wife, and his wife got angry It took him from breaking one leg to breaking two."

The sun was about to set, and the red afterglow fell on the stone statue of Shakespeare. On the left was Beethoven with curly short hair, holding a baton in his hand, looking bitter and bitter.

Chen Chaosheng said: "Then he is miserable."

"In a few days, he will go after he and his wife have quarreled. How big is he, like a child."

The automatic door opened by itself, and Chen Chaosheng stepped on the iron bar on the ground.

"Go back to Bai Fushui's house by yourself." Xie Chunshan said, "I still have something to do. A director has taken a fancy to you."

"What's the role?" Chen Chaosheng raised his head and asked him.

"Documentary, play yourself." Xie Chunshan paused, "Catching up with the commemoration ceremony of your death, the heat is here."

"This director has made a few famous films before." Xie Chunshan glanced at his watch, "I guess you can earn some money by acting in this movie. If you want to quit the entertainment circle, you should quit the entertainment circle."

"Anyway, I'll act in my true colors." Xie Chunshan called two taxis for him, paid in advance, and agreed on the address.

Sitting in the back seat, Chen Chaosheng waved to Xie Chunshan: "Goodbye, Xie Chunshan."

Xie Chunshan waved at him too.

The driver drove very fast and didn't talk to him much.

After a while it will be time for high school students to leave school.There are not too many cars on the road at this moment, the sun is shining on the street, and someone is pushing a small cart to sell snacks at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School.

Chen Chaosheng's mind became dull.

When this was still a pond, Chen Chaosheng practiced his sword by the river, the point of the sword fell on the sun, sparkling in the pond, and white ducks floated on the water.

The sun is still the same, but the scenery is already very different. More than 1000 years later, someone sold a bowl of malatang at the place where he practiced swords, and stirred mushroom feet and tofu bubbles. The water vapor was condensed in the sunlight and blurred together.

What about 1000 years from now?

What would anyone be doing in this place?

Practice swords here?Set up a stall?Or do something else?

After he finished thinking wildly, he approached Bai Fushui's house, and the driver stopped outside the gate.

Bai Fushui sat on the marble steps, with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist.

"Brother." Chen Chaosheng said.

Bai Fushui sighed, a little tired: "I went to the temple, the monk is useless, I can't save him."

"He can't do anything to you either." Chen Chaosheng sat down beside him, "Don't be afraid."

The taxi with a dark green shell disappeared at the corner in a short while, and only the sun was shining on the empty corner, and the shadow of the flower bed was stretched very long.

"Senior is not such a bad person." Chen Chaosheng said slowly, "If he was a bad person, I would have crushed him long ago, and I would not let him reincarnate."

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother sometimes thinks you are a bit scary." Bai Fushui sighed again, "Senior has a knife on his head, Senior Brother should have kept himself as clean as you."

"The sun is going to set." Chen Chaosheng said.

The wind made him drowsy.

"I went to the studio today." Chen Chaosheng leaned against the railing, "Brother, I'm not suitable for this kind of work."

"I don't know what to do, and I don't like the feeling of being stared at by many people." Chen Chaosheng's cell phone rang, but he ignored it, "After a while, if I make some money, I won't accompany you Dream showbiz."

"Then what are you going to do?" Bai Fushui asked him.

Seeing no one around, he simply melted his body, and the fluffy fox lay down on Chen Chaosheng's lap, revealing its soft belly.

Chen Chaosheng put his slender fingers on it and was covered with hair.

"Be a security guard. You can go to the morgue to look at the dead body." He said softly, "It's not impossible to set up a stall under the overpass."

"But there shouldn't be too many people." Chen Chaosheng said again, "It's enough to have a place to sleep."

The white-haired fox turned over and turned its butt to Chen Chaosheng: "You have a good idea. But now is the epidemic period, and we don't know when it will end."

"Senior brother, you have lived so long, and you have experienced many such things." Chen Chaosheng stroked the hair on his back, and Bai Fushui squinted his eyes.

It looks a little silly.

"It's hard to say." Bai Fushui shook his tail, "I basically forgot what it was like when there was no epidemic. No need to wear a mask? Go wherever you want?"

"I've thought about it." A series of comfortable grunts came from his throat, and he fiddled with Chen Chaosheng's trouser belt with his paws, "By the time Xie Chunshan was 80 years old, his throat had already undergone more than 1000 nucleic acid tests in his life. Some kind of evolution, he wore the latest special mask to get the 43rd shot of vaccine."

"Don't talk about that." Chen Chaosheng turned him over.

Bai Fushui yelled a few times in dissatisfaction.

"We haven't watched the sun set together for hundreds of years, have we?" Chen Chaosheng squeezed him.

His cell phone rang a few more times, and he simply took it out.

Siri: "[Newly found resource] HD mouth-to-mouth"

Bai Fushui was about to poke his head over, but Chen Chaosheng hurriedly covered his eyes: "This is not what a little fox should see."

The author says:

Siri: Don't you think my friend is nice?

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