Himemoto's interpretation

As it turns out, the detective can only hear half of what she says, and those words she says with a heart-pounding laugh are best understood the other way around.

The so-called rudeness is to throw the clothes rolled into a cylinder on the assistant's pillow.

Of course there was a head on the pillow, not only the hair on the head, but also the nose that was hit hard yesterday.

Xingqi protected the fragile bridge of her nose, looked at the detective vigilantly, to prevent her from throwing something over, and took out the mobile phone under the pillow with the other hand.

Five thirty-five.

The detective threw another pair of thick socks, "Don't be dazed, get up quickly."

Xingqi, who was already awake, picked up the rainbow-colored cotton socks and put them aside, then spread out the clothes, and slowly sorted the underwear and outerwear and the front and back, thinking that the detective would not wait for her to finish changing clothes, would he?

No.

"Leave in 10 minutes, hurry up."

The detective dropped this sentence as hard as a rolling roll, and turned to leave the attic.

Xingqi shook her head and expelled two puffs of air from her nose. Fortunately, there was no more bleeding.

But she was actually grateful for the detective's brutal way of calling |bed.

She had nightmares all night, and the pictures and scenes kept switching. She was running wildly all night, not knowing whether she was running away or chasing something.

The four o'clock biological clock reminded her to get up, and she clearly realized that it was time to get up, but she just couldn't wake up.

The dream was no longer controlled by herself, and another will seemed to split, forcing her to sink into the abyss.

Xingqi sighed inwardly when she saw the red lanterns hanging high at the gate of the complex.

No wonder.

It's New Year's Eve.

The off-road vehicles are galloping in the two-way six-lane lanes, and it takes tens of meters to see one or two vehicles, most of which are empty buses.

The East District of Haicheng is a new district that was intensively built in the 90s of last century. Most of the people in Xinhaicheng still have to go back to their hometowns during the holidays. It is rare for the bustling city to fall asleep.

Passing through Central, the city shows the vitality of waking up from a deep sleep.

There are more vehicles on the road, and steaming pancake stands can be seen everywhere near residential areas and commercial buildings.

"Have a nightmare?"

Pulling into the 24-hour fast food stop ahead, the detective asked.

Xingqi said frankly: "Yes."

The detective didn't ask the assistant what kind of nightmare she had. She seemed to be confirming that her guess was correct, and then asked, "How long do you want for the New Year's holiday?"

"Can I ask for it myself?"

"You can make suggestions." The detective said, "For example, if you want half a month, then I may approve it for you for seven days."

"Then what do I want for a month?"

"You tell me where there is a one-month paid leave, and I will apply for it too." The detective tilted her.

"If you will give me a month's leave, I can learn to drive. No wages."

"Do you want to learn to drive?"

"I'm sorry to always give you a free ride."

Xingqi thought about this matter for a long time, and if nothing else was mentioned, at least she had to share some physical labor for the detective.

"Do you have a car?" asked the detective.

"Eh?"

"You want to drive my car?" The detective gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes full of alertness.

"……what?"

"Haven't you heard that cars are women's lovers?"

What and what...

what?

"Come and teach me how to drive when you have a car. It is impossible for you to drive my car." The detective pushed the door and jumped out of the car, and knocked on the window of the co-driver, "Come down, stay away from my little baby .”

Xingqi: "..."

Xingqi looked back at the car that the detective drove today. It was also an off-road vehicle, but it was rougher and bolder than usual. The four tires were biting the ground like a black cat with its back arched and ready to attack. Hard dark green body.

She nodded thoughtfully.

Well, detectives do have a penchant for the wild.

Entering the restaurant, the detective found a seat by the window and sat down, and assigned his assistant to buy breakfast: "I want a set meal A."

Xingqi browsed through the menu, and concluded that the detective didn't look at the specific meals in set A, "The soy milk in set A is black rice or red dates, what flavor do you want?"

"black rice."

After ordering, Xingqi waited at the pick-up counter with two other customers.

The detective rested his jaw and looked around boredly.

Xingqi saw a man staring at the detective unscrupulously outside the glass window, with a very uncomfortable expression on his face, then stretched his neck and shouted towards the back of the building, another man turned from the side and also looked at the glass window window.

The detective brushed her hair, and from the profile she looked like she was smiling at the two men, and more than that, she waved at them.

what are you doing?

Xingqi looked away irritably.

At this time, a waiter with a plate in his hand came out of the back kitchen, "Customer 2122, your food is ready."

Xingqi looked down at the list, 2124.

Suddenly she noticed something, and looked at the delivery man.

Xiaohe, Jiang Yunhe, who outsourced the painting for "Jiangshan Thousand Miles Tour".

She was wearing a transparent mask and her eyes were bloodshot, but her expression was like the rising sun outside the window, filled with warmth and vitality, and she asked customers in a brisk tone if they wanted sauce or chili.

Xingqi rushed back to the dining table excitedly, "Detective Detective, I saw Xiaohe."

The detective lazily said: "If you sleep a little longer, we have to see her tomorrow."

The detective knew she was working here, so he came here on purpose?

"Customer No. 2124, please pick up your meal."

Xingqi recognized from the voice that it was not Xiaohe who delivered the food this time.

"Get food." The detective urged her.

Xingqi came back with the meal and put the set menu A in front of the detective.

The detective pointed at the fritters and hash browns, and said with disgust, "Why are they all fried food?"

She really didn't look at the menu and randomly ordered.

"I don't want to eat, let's go."

Xingqi took the porridge she ordered and two flower rolls, gave up the idea of ​​exchanging food for the detective to have breakfast, and took black rice and soybean milk with her hand.

Because she saw a familiar figure passing by where the peeping man was standing just now, it was Xiaohe.

She got off work.

Xiaohe walked for 10 minutes and took the No. 325 bus. Xingqi checked the route map and found that the terminal station was Huangshan Sanatorium and did not pass another destination.

"It's here." The detective said firmly, "Lu Sheng must be here."

The off-road vehicle drove all the way to Huangshan Sanatorium.

This is a non-profit care organization.

After the detective parked the car and just took off his seat belt, Xingqi hurriedly handed over the rolls and soy milk. The mobile phone on her lap showed that the bus that Xiaohe was taking was still 12 minutes away.

She reported the estimated time to the detective and asked, "Is it too late to go after breakfast?"

"It's too late." The detective took a bite of the roll, chewed it slowly, and didn't ask until it was all in his stomach, "Is there a place to go on vacation?"

Xingqi's breath was stagnant.

What the detective asked was not where he was going, but whether he had gone somewhere.

"I didn't see you calling home." The detective said in a flat tone, "I care about you, don't you know?"

Xingqi mechanically put green vegetable shredded pork porridge into her mouth, and said vaguely, "I'm so touched."

The car fell silent for a moment, Xingqi Rumang was counting down the countdown behind her back, the bus showed that there were still 6 minutes to enter the station, she tidied up the waste and put it in a paper bag, "Detective, I'm going to take out the trash. "

Jiang Yunhe walked into the side door of the nursing home.

"Xiaohe, are you off work?" the guard shouted heartily.

"Morning, Uncle Wang."

"Grandma was waiting for you early in the morning. She has a gift for you." The doorman drew a square with his hand, "Do you want to know what it is, Xiaohe?"

"Thank you Uncle Wang for your kindness," Xiaohe said with a smile, "Leave a surprise for me to look forward to."

She wrote her name under the autograph book "Shaohou Jian" and bid farewell to the guard in a friendly manner.

Shao Houjian, see you later?

What an interesting name.

"Jiang Yunhe is an abandoned baby picked up by his grandma. The grandfather and grandson depend on each other for their lives. They used to make a living by picking up waste, but later they received government subsidies. Jiang Yunhe started working part-time in high school to pay for his art studies."

Xingqi repeated in a low voice the information sent by the technical foreign aid, and looked outside through the small glass window of the fire door with anxiety.

The room Jiang Yunhe entered was only four or five meters away from the fire escape, and he could come over at any time.

At the end of the corridor, a cleaner wearing a big mask seemed to be suspicious of them. He repeatedly wiped the two floor tiles by his feet with a mop, and glanced over here from time to time.

"Grandma accidentally broke a bone last year. After being sent to the hospital, she was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. The grandparent and grandson had no savings and couldn't afford to go to a good nursing home. Jiang Yunhe planned to drop out of school, but grandma left home in order not to drag Jiang Yunhe down. He ran away, was sent home by the police, and helped his grandfather and grandson to contact this non-profit sanitation center. Jiang Yunhe looked for outsourcing through the Internet, and at the same time did various part-time and hourly jobs. It should be Lu Sheng, whom he met at this time, who started to help She draws game illustrations."

The detective said indifferently: "He is a good boy."

"But..." Xingqi didn't quite understand, "What does this have to do with Lu Sheng? Where is she hiding?"

"Didn't I say it, it's in this nursing home."

The detective rested his chin on the assistant's shoulder and looked out the window.

Seeing Xiaohe walking backwards and waving his hand towards the inside, the detective pushed the door open and went out.

"Grandma doesn't need to send me off, wait for me to watch the Spring Festival Gala with you the day after tomorrow."

There was a murmur from inside, and Jiang Yunhe turned around, his face still bright with happiness and expectation.

She is a girl full of energy.

Seeing two people standing in front of him, Jiang Yunhe was a little surprised, but stopped politely, "What's the matter?"

"We have nothing to do with you, but someone has something to do with you." The detective looked past her to the cleaner wearing a big mask behind him, "Lu Sheng, that agreement has no legal effect."

The cleaner was shocked when he heard the words, then leaned the mop against the wall, took off the mask, and opened the eyes covered by bangs.

It was Lu Sheng.

"Xiaohe, I have something to discuss with you."

"Running has motives as well as homicide," said the detective in a nonchalant tone, as if the analogy wasn't gruesome murder.

Xingqi retorted secretly in her heart: "It's different."

"Find out the reason for 'invisibility', and this commission will be solved."

"What's the reason for 'invisibility'?"

"Remember what you said at Lu Sheng's old residence that night?"

Xingqi thought for a while: "Cold?"

"Pretend to be stupid." The detective flicked her forehead unceremoniously, "You said, it's so cold, Lu Sheng may also want to find someone to warm the bed."

"Uh……"

"I ask you a question, if you won 500 million, who would you share it with?"

"I can't win 500 million, and I don't buy lottery tickets."

"What if I give you 500 million?"

"Why did you give me 500 million?" Xingqi panicked.

"Forget it, pretend I didn't ask." The detective didn't want to entangle her any longer, "In short, Lu Sheng encountered a problem of sharing."

How long can a person stick to his own ideals and things he likes without paying back?

Zhuzhisheng Studio persisted for four years.

Lu Sheng persisted for at least four years.

The first card game that laid the foundation for the studio was lucky for a while, but it also poured young people's enthusiasm for games and creative talent.

In the following four years, the studio produced six games, with little return. Zhai Liangzhi proposed to break up the partnership, and Zhao Wei and Wang Feng immediately responded. Only Lu Sheng maintained "Jiangshan·Wanliyou" alone.

"Not only the art part of the game is mainly from Lu Sheng and Jiang Yunhe, but the earliest planning and procedures are also done by Lu Sheng himself."

"It's Lu Sheng's personal work."

"Jiangshan Wanli Tour" is not on the same path as the current popular games in the market and favored by investors. There is no trap of collecting money everywhere. Even if you recharge, you may not be able to get rare paintings, and there are even limited storage compartments Determination - The harvested paintings have reached the upper limit, and players have to reluctantly give up old paintings to obtain new ones.

From the game mode to the content screen, many details reflect the hard work of the creators, and it is by no means a popular work that caters to players.

The studio was disbanded for many days, and the game exploded overnight. The companions who abandoned the ship and fled turned back one after another, wanting profits, dividends, and selling to big companies to squeeze out the full value.

"But Lu Sheng is not stingy about sharing rewards with her companions. She is not so stingy. You recall Xu Ling's outfit and her new car that day. Others also received a lot of bonuses. Wang Feng bought an apartment directly in his hometown. Zhao Wei bought a wealth management product. The first share of the game was credited to the account, and Zhai Liangzhi resigned immediately, spending days and nights in the poker field. Yesterday he lost all his last bit of money, so he came to us to ask about the situation."

"Oh……"

"Group A's cooperation intention is an opportunity, or a catalyst, to make Lu Sheng sober."

She can share the results with her peers, but those people are not her companions in the same boat—she cares about the old love of co-creating with everyone for many years, but others do not.

Zhai Liangzhi is addicted to gambling, Xu Ling lives a comfortable life as a freelancer, Zhao Wei works steadily, and Wang Feng simply settles down and starts a business.

No one proposed to reorganize the bamboo production studio and make another game.

Everyone just wants to share the money so that they can get together and get together.

That's it.

That night at the old residence, Lu Sheng thought of Jiang Yunhe who helped outsource the painting for the game.

In order to take care of his sick grandmother, Jiang Yunhe worked many part-time jobs at the same time.She is a student at school and has no reputation on the Internet. If she tries to make money with her skills, she must keep the price very low, so that she can "make small profits but sell quickly".

At that time, the conditions of Zhu Zhisheng's studio were not good, and Lu Sheng couldn't give a high salary, and Lu Sheng's requirements were relatively high-"Meeting Xiaohe, it was an unexpected joy"-her exact words.

"Whether they communicate frequently in reality is second to none. There are many Easter eggs in the game." The detective opened the game and showed Xingqi the study room, "Pay attention to the line of 'Qianli Chanjuan'."

The paintings related to love always hide the humble white crane and bamboo fungus—coinciding with the names of Lu Sheng and Jiang Yunhe.

Probably people full of enthusiasm will always be attracted by the same soul. These two people chose to use paintings to convey their feelings.

"In that case..." Xingqi asked, "Why didn't Lu Sheng go directly to Xiaohe?"

"Lu Sheng is scared."

"What is she afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I will become someone like Zhai Liangzhi."

It is a good thing to give charcoal in a timely manner, but the person who gave the charcoal will ask for too much in the future because of the kindness of giving charcoal in the past, and people will feel that "you didn't send that piece of charcoal back then."

After surviving the cold winter, if you don't put away the charcoal, but rub it on people's faces without thinking, the charcoal will naturally become a dirty and annoying thing.

"The failure of the six games in the middle of Zhuzhisheng Studio, I think part of the responsibility should be attributed to Zhai Liangzhi." The detective analyzed, "His ability is not as high as others think. But because he is the big brother, he It becomes the leader of other people's subconscious, to rely on."

"There is a lesson from the past, Lu Sheng doesn't want to interfere too much with Jiang Yunhe as someone who has been there."

"There is an observation period for getting acquainted with people. For some people, it takes a long time. Lu Sheng realized that those people are not her companions. It took five years. For some people, it doesn't take that long. Lu Sheng borrowed volunteers I stayed in the nursing home for nearly ten days, and I got to know Jiang Yunhe more comprehensively from my grandmother and the people around me. I know that she is not as independent as I was when I was young, and I know that she has her own pursuit, so..."

Spread everything out.

Xingqi recalled the last conversation between Lu Sheng and Jiang Yunhe that she heard before parting.

"Xiaohe, you graduated in the summer and the studio reopened. I want you to be the main artist, which means you have to give up other part-time jobs, is that okay?"

"Of course, Teacher Lu." Xiaohe agreed readily, and then made his own request, "But I have to see grandma at least three times a week, so I won't work late. If grandma encounters an emergency, I will Will ask for leave immediately, can you accept it?"

"no problem."

"I have recruited assistants before, and some interns who claimed to only need an opportunity to exercise left without even saying hello after staying for a full week. There are also a bunch of qualification certificates to apply for, and they can't do simple logic tests. There is a problem with my question, but there is a provincial retired sportswear before you, let him go to the unfinished building once, crying and shouting that there are children and wives at home that he can’t die. It’s boring.”

While waiting for the traffic light, the detective turned his head and glanced at the assistant, "I'm very touched that you can persist for so long."

There was a bright smile in those eyes, and Xingqi obviously felt her heartbeat quicken, but she didn't have the usual anxiety of beating drums, because the detective's smile at this time was clearer than the blue sky outside the window, without any impurities.

"Really, really?"

"Yes." The detective pinched the assistant's ear, "We also have a two-way choice. You chose me, and I also chose you."

The author has something to say: the next chapter of this story has a small ending.