Time flies quickly, in the blink of an eye, I have been in H City for more than three months, and the time is also at the end of the year, it is time for the New Year.

H City is a lot more lively.

People who have been struggling in their lives have finally squeezed out some time and hit the streets.

And I don't want to go out on the streets.

It's not that I'm panicked on the streets, but because at this time, people on the streets are always in groups of three or five, and a crowd is a family.

They are all harmonious and beautiful.

And I'm alone.

She went home for the New Year.

I tried to call her several times, and I took out my phone, but in the end I held back.

I lay in bed every day, woke up, woke up, and ate biscuits and bread when I was hungry.

I have lived more than 20 days like this.

I feel like I can't go on like this, it's too decadent.

During the day, I endured drowsiness, waited until nine o'clock in the evening, immediately put my phone away, went to bed, closed my eyes, and went to sleep.

But it didn't work, my body clock was completely messed up.

At night, I don't want to sleep.

Another sleepless night.

At six or seven o'clock the next morning, a wave of sleepiness hit.

My head became dizzy and I wanted to sleep again.

"——!"

I scolded.

At this moment, I feel like I hate who I am now.

Confused and unenterprising.

This shouldn't be me!

I ran to the bathroom and poured a few handfuls of cold water in my face.

The icy chill sobered me up a lot.

I grabbed my notebook and went out the door.

I don't think I should be alone in the house anymore, I should go to a place with more people.

I chose Gu Mingyi's café.

However, when I pushed the door open, I realized that I was wrong.

The café was deserted, there was not a single customer, and the clerk left, only Gu Mingyi was alone.

At this moment, I suddenly felt a little like Gu Mingyi, and I felt that I had fallen to the end of the world.

Gu Mingyi glanced at me.

I know how I looked at this time, because of the long period of poor sleep, my face was a little sickly pale, my forehead was full of sweat, and my eyes were bloodshot, and I looked very haggard.

Gu Mingyi didn't say anything.

I'm not going to say anything other than order a cup of Americano that I'm most familiar with, and it's also the cheapest.

I held my notebook and sat down in a corner.

The notebook was covered with a thick layer of dust.

These days, I haven't turned on my phone at all, and my Weibo has naturally not been updated for a long time.

As soon as I turned it on, I opened Word and was going to write something.

Gu Mingyi walked over and put the coffee next to me.

I said thank you to him and took a sip.

As soon as I drank it, I almost threw up.

Bitter!

It's so bitter!

It's not the Americano I ordered at all, it's espresso.

I glanced up at Gu Mingyi.

"Refresh." He said.

After saying that, he left with a cold face.

At this moment, I feel like I'm a little perverted.

Looking at Gu Mingyi's cold face, I actually felt warm in my heart.

I pinched my nose and finished the espresso in one gulp.

After drinking, I immediately felt a lot more refreshed.

Crackling, I finished writing an article.

After writing the article, I feel quite accomplished, at least it shows that today, I have not wasted.

When I think about it, the string in my heart loosens.

Sleepiness is like 100,000 alpacas, rushing out.

I lay on my stomach on the table and fell asleep.

And slept beautifully.

Fall asleep, fall asleep......

I felt so cold, half of my body was frozen.

I opened my eyes in a daze, and I saw that it was already dark.

A little boy was sitting side by side with me, still leaning on me, reading what I had written.

The little boy, five or six years old, wears a small light gray suit, a small face, a pair of beautiful big eyes, and is a little handsome among the cute.

It seemed that because he was illiterate and couldn't read what I wrote, the little boy seemed a little anxious.

He looked up and smiled sweetly at me.

"Uncle, is this a ghost story you wrote?"

The little boy pointed to the notebook and asked me.

"Maomao likes the ghost stories you wrote the most, uncle.

Every night, Mao Mao asks her mother to read the ghost story you wrote to Uncle Mao Mao.

Uncle, can you read it to Mao Mao? ”

As mentioned earlier, the little boy is really cute.

Such a cute boy's request is difficult for ordinary uncles to refuse.

But I'm not your average uncle.

I didn't say yes.

I didn't speak, but looked at the little boy with a frown.

The café was quiet, except for Gu Mingyi, there was no one else.

Gu Mingyi carried a sword and walked over.

He stopped in front of me and the little boy, put his sword on the table, and pushed it in front of the little boy.

I looked down at Gu Mingyi's sword.

This is an ancient sword, I can't tell what age it is, but I'm pretty sure it's an ancient sword.

Because, I felt the evil aura on the sword.

Very thick evil aura,

It was much thicker than the evil aura on Wei's saber.

Wei Da Belly said that his saber had sent away his seven brothers.

This illustrates:

Gu Mingyi's sword is a killing blade!

A killing blade that has killed many people!

A sword that killed so many people could not exist in modern times, it could only come from ancient times.

"This is not the place you should be."

Gu Mingyi said to the little boy.

The little boy looked at Gu Mingyi's sword, was very scared, and said:

"I ...... I can't go, there's ...... There's a ...... Very fierce old ...... Grandpa, ...... To kill...... Kill my dad. ”

I sighed and said:

"The world is fair, and someone will take care of it, not for you to worry about."

"Really? Uncle. The little boy asked me with a look of hope.

I nodded.

"Thank you, uncle, Maomao knows."

With that, the little boy jumped out of his seat and walked out of the café step by step.

When I went out, he bowed to me and said, "Trouble uncle." ”

I was stunned, not understanding what the little boy meant.

The little boy didn't explain it to me.

He's gone.

Really gone.

——————

I woke up.

I looked left and right, and there was no little boy.

Gu Mingyi was still sitting at the bar, alone.

After I published the article I had written, I also left and went back to my rental house.

Lying in bed, I still couldn't sleep, but it was better, and at two or three o'clock in the morning, I fell asleep in a daze.

The alarm clock at eight o'clock the next day woke me up.

I held my notebook and came to Gu Mingyi's café again.

In the café, there were still no guests, only Gu Mingyi alone.

This time, I asked for an espresso.

I still found a corner to sit down, turned on the phone, and looked at Weibo first.

The comment area is still empty, and there is not even a grass.

I was a little discouraged.

I've been working on this Weibo for a long time, but it's still not popular.

I thought of that little boy yesterday.

He said he liked the ghost stories I wrote the most.

It gave me confidence again.

At least, what I wrote, someone still reads.

"Didi", come in a private message.

I clicked on it, and I saw:

"Tongbai Palace Master, hello. Do you have time for any inquiries? ”

Is this for business?

I looked at Weibo, which was still full of zero comments, and I couldn't believe it.

The surprise seemed to come too suddenly.