When I arrived at the workplace, almost all the people who worked the night shift were there. Gangs of men and women gathered in a circle, enthusiastically gossiping uselessly, dozens of hot desktop computers buzzed, as if some troublemaker had stabbed over a hornet's nest, and angry hornets were circling the house looking for the culprit.

I sat in the corner, and my heart was held by the fox fairy, and I was irritable in this circle that had already made me tired, and my body was trapped in the swivel chair, and I didn't feel a sense of rest after stopping. I know that it will be much easier to take my mind away from the fox fairy. But I can't. This time, no matter how much I don't want to admit it, it will be the only encounter with the fox fairy in my life. In just over ten minutes, I had waited for many years to come, and as the shadow disappeared, it disappeared.

Why can't you stretch out these more than ten minutes? I should have followed her out of the car and followed her for as long as I could. Is it possible for people to ignore the other good things in life just for the sake of making ends meet? Now, sitting in the workplace, being strangled again and again by a hand-made noose, what is the matter? Work is already old-fashioned and boring, without new ideas, and the nerves are numb day and night; This profit-seeking, cheesy, hypocritical, flattering, and well-walled circle has long wanted my life, and tonight is tighter than usual.

People are emotional people, people are always controlled by emotions, and people's emotions are too easily kidnapped by the environment. When people's emotions are kidnapped by the environment, if they can't withdraw effectively, they have to endure abuse like slaves. I never wanted to be kidnapped by circumstances, and I always thought that no environment deserved to kidnap me. It can be considered that it cannot replace the facts, and kidnapping happens in this circle from time to time, and every member is not spared. It is also the gift of self-protection mechanism in helplessness, whenever I am suffocated and irritable by the environment, I can mobilize my ability to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the world, and transcend the environment.

environment

The tide recedes from the surroundings.

After the cracking sound of the foam disappears,

I sit on a lonely reef,

In front of you is a calm bay

and the starry night sky.

The fox fairy is no longer shaken by the waves,

Settle in the form of a god of joy and tranquility.

Now, the lights are on, the city is beginning to paint in splendor, and all the stains and dirt, old and dilapidated on the surface of the buildings, are hidden behind the strange light. The city has entered a clean period. In today's city, only in the dark light can we make up a clean talk, so that people with cleanliness habits dare to open their eyes.

I followed her, keeping a distance of about fifty paces. The streets are crowded with locusts and chaos, but they will not be lost. She was too easy to identify, like a swan in a flock of ducks. Not because of her beautiful figure and refined dress, but because of her non-human secret posture. This gesture can penetrate the mortal body, radiate through, and form an invisible lead that leads my eyes.

After making sure that I didn't lose it, I thought to myself: The previous exit from the car couldn't be the offense of my gaze, right? But the thought was immediately interrupted: Come on, stop talking about the unanswered questions, now is the time to get off the train, should she go out of the subway. The sun is still hanging in the sky, saying that it has been slanting to the west, and it will not be long before it sinks to the back of the west mountain, but the sunset is also very powerful! The common sense I have told me that the fox fairy is the fox fairy, and no matter how strong it is, it can't resist the erosion of the sun. Just like a fish, no matter how strong the respiratory system is, it won't last long if thrown to shore.

It's time to stay in the subway and wait until the sun goes down before you go out.

But what's the matter with me, how can I be in the office in such a time and space? The bored men and women around me were chatting, the hot desktop computers were buzzing like wasps, the vulgar and clumsy corner markers on the display screen were hanging unchanged, and I got off the subway and walked for ten minutes, climbed twenty-six steps, and here I arrived, sitting in a swivel chair in the corner, lost and depressed, and not yet at work. It's all actually happening, and there's nothing unreal about it. Yes, you're in the workplace, but you're always behind her—not just your mind, but your body. So, I had already gotten out of the car when she got out; How many more stops did I make to the workplace? That's right. I see, I was cast a spell by the fox fairy and separated me, so I was appearing in two unrelated planes at the same time. In my early years, I learned about many magical spells of the fox fairy from the common sense I mastered, but today, why did the fox fairy cast such a spell on me and bring supernatural magical power down to me? What is the intention of separating me from me after her? Is it really to take care of my years of religious waiting?

Time is short, and I don't have time to think about it. I had to shift all my energy to me behind her, and turn me into an ignorant zombie in the workplace.

Presumably in consideration of the continued integrity, a scene of the absence came out of my consciousness: she stepped out of the carriage and disappeared from my sight; When the door closing, I was pushed out of my mind by an unknowable push from behind. I didn't have time to think about it, so I pulled out my legs and rushed out of the carriage, and as soon as my feet landed on the platform, the door behind me closed the gate.

Fortunately, I leaned against the car door, or I wouldn't have been able to get out.

I followed the crowded platform briskly in the direction she had disappeared, colliding with the people on the platform from time to time. I don't care about anything, I just have a "fast" urge in my heart, take politeness first, and eliminate it completely: this is not the time to talk about politeness, this is the time to catch up with her, catch up with her, what kind of politeness should be, can't catch up with her, politeness, not even a used napkin.

When I arrived at the ear hall at the end of the platform, I looked left and right, and my anxious eyes finally saw her in the corridor on the left exit. Actually, I didn't bother to see much, she was so eye-catching, like a flowing cloud in the blue sky.

I followed, getting closer, my heart beating a little hard.

The slow-bending corridor was very long, and she walked unhurriedly next to the wall of the corridor, feeling like she was stepping on the beat of a medium-tempo piece. I usually like to walk on this side of the road, so that I don't get in the way of people who are in a hurry behind me, and I can avoid colliding with people who are rushing into the station. I call this a slipper. Is she based on this consideration? It's hard to say, but if she is reluctant, no one will want to bump into her.

A few more steps will take you up the stairs, and when you're done, you'll arrive at the entrance foyer. At this time, the sun is still some time away from setting.

I don't think she will walk out of the subway immediately when she arrives in the foyer, and she should wait in the foyer until the sun goes down before she can make her next move. But this is a problem for me, the foyer is not big, if she waits in the foyer, where am I going to go, I can't lie in the foyer, right? Do I have such a thick, brave face? The entrance hall is not big, and the distance between you and you will not be more than five meters, which will inevitably give rise to embarrassment beyond the equivalent. If that were the case, I would not hesitate to fall into extreme embarrassment, and I would not hesitate to cope with such embarrassment. It's really not an exaggeration, such an embarrassment will scratch my face in the world like iron claws in a very short period of time. Of course, to be able to casually pass her out of the subway and hide somewhere outside is undoubtedly the most convenient and natural move. But who can know for sure if she will have a sudden idea, climb the stairs, turn back to the platform, and board the train that will circle forever?

The dilemma of attacking made me restless.

It was only then that I was foolishly sure she had spotted me and felt the gaze I had cast on her. Actually, my determination should have been made earlier, or it should have been determined from the beginning, because the fox fairy's eyes and ears should have been familiar with the divine skills of the six directions and ears. However, due to the long-term entangled in mundane affairs, the force of the sixth sense has been decreasing year by year, so at the critical moment, he has not been able to quickly dispel the smoke of self-confusion and put his previous understanding of the fox fairy in a straight handy. Based on my understanding of the fox fairy, the fox fairy not only has super see-through vision, but also has super psychological sensitivity; See-through vision doesn't need to be said, just talk about the psychological induction, not to mention that it is close at hand, even if it is thousands of miles away, you can instantly reach the locked target, and you can look inside and out. And I am the target that I took the initiative to send to her eyes, and how could I not know the essence of my immediate thoughts and hidden desires. At this point, it should be briquettes in the snow, at a glance,

After going up to the foyer, she didn't stop and walked out of the subway directly. A ray of sunlight shining obliquely illuminated her, and the white fur collar shook even more dazzlingly. This is just a flash, but I dare to say that I really saw the purity and luxury of that world in this flash, but I really can't say it. If you insist on saying it, it will be a pile of worldly praises, and it is better to keep your mouth shut. But this scene did not make me feel happy, after all, the opportunity of this shadow was created by the sun, which was too dangerous. Sunshine has always refused to recognize the six relatives, only emphasizing the original, and not trading with the hidden ones. Wouldn't there be a mortal threat if she walked into the oblique sunlight like this? I bear my heart for her.

Fortunately, after walking out of a light area in the small square at the entrance of the station, she picked the shadows to walk, which made me feel relieved.

As I followed step by step, I intuitively felt a huge shadow, camouflaged like a cloth covering my head. I thought strangely that if this was pure human tracking, I would be able to take advantage of the huge shadows of these modern cities to the extreme, turning them into gray ghosts, like a kite floating in the gloomy sky, fluttering and swaying, but biting the rod and string. A few years ago, I read some books on spy warfare and learned some tracking skills, and if I followed a layman at this time, I was confident that I would not be discovered. Even the most sensitive stalker will not be able to catch my current evidence.

But in her, my self-righteous clever tricks are all small tricks, so what I am doing at this time can only be regarded as tailgating, not tracking. Stalking is the act of the other person in an unknown situation, while tailgating is the engagement of the other person in a situation where the other person is known. I've all been known to be in the bones, and I can't pretend to be a tracker.

At the beginning, I told you that I also followed the fox fairy, which is actually inaccurate. Tailgating, to be exact. I have to be realistic.

The shadows were getting heavier, but she was getting clearer and clearer, catching up with the glowing jellyfish in the dark sea.

The sun finally went down, and the street lights came on in the bronze mist. I was completely relieved. When the sun goes down, as the ultraviolet rays dissipate, she can enter a natural state of relaxation, and she can move completely humanly.

Under the halo of the street lamp, each of her manners, every wisp of human breath, like an old wine that has been opened, rippled with rich sweetness, which fascinated me. I felt that I had swallowed a sip of wine with every step I had taken, and that I was riding my drunkenness to a strange, mysterious, melted mortal realm, a consciousness that I had never had before, and wisps of it would be quietly generated.

Anyone who knows some fox fairies knows that fox fairies who have become humanoid like to join in the excitement of the world. In the pastoral era, there will always be fox fairies in the night markets and lantern festivals in the world, and people and fox fairies fall in love at first sight and spend a full moon, which often happens in such places.

I had already deduced that after entering the modern era, the fox immortals who had become humanoid would still retain some of this tradition, otherwise, there would be no need to cultivate in human form; The reason why I still want to cultivate my human form is that I am still interested in the life of the human world and still desire to have some kind of connection with the human world. However, modern life has built a barrier between the fox fairy and the world, making the communication between the fox fairy and the human being more and more difficult and full of risks. The fox fairy who has no choice but to retreat as a bystander in the human world, and does not want to become a participant in the human world anymore - it is difficult to realize the content of human beings in vain.

Still earlier, I thought: Since the materialist modernity has clearly rejected the fox fairy, and spared no effort to chase and intercept the fox fairy, why does the fox fairy still cultivate in human form? Do you deliberately toss and toss those good deeds in the world who have nothing to do? This requires the presence of your immortals, even if you are not in the world of phantoms, charity and paradox, good deeds are not idle, they can find out if they have nothing to do. You must know that their mission in the world is to find trouble, and they unswervingly adhere to this truth until death: as long as they want to find something, they don't have to worry about finding something.

They have also tried and tested, whether it is planned or unplanned, they will find it for you when they say they will find it out for you. If you don't find it strong enough, make up a strong enough one for you, and then start tossing; Harnessing the power of strangulation of earth-shattering ghosts, and exerting the talent of the evil sect of setting fire to the wasteland, he triumphantly proclaimed his value in the world. As for the new ghosts annoying the old ghosts crying, harming the pond fish or something, don't think about it!

The hateful thing is that for his own selfish interests, he still has to use the banner of selflessness; Obviously, in order to satisfy his vicious nature of jealousy and jealousy, he hates people and immortals, and he keeps saying that he is for the public. Sadly, there are always a large number of mediocre people who shout and shout, revel in it, applaud it, send all kinds of holy names, and bow down; Knowing that his own flesh was being cut off and eaten, he thought he had cut off someone else's flesh and stuffed it into his mouth. These mediocre beings are always in a cycle of being destroyed by themselves, and even when they are destroyed, they can't figure out how they were destroyed. They don't have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, to see through the truth, they only know to follow the demon wind, follow the turbid current, and hate and reject those who can give them thinking power and a pair of discerning eyes, and stare at such people with crooked noses and eyes as dissidents who want to compete for their interests, if you reach out to pull them in the depths of the water, they will open their mouths like mad dogs, click on your wrist, and their eyes are still spraying with anger. It's so pitiful, but it doesn't deserve serious sympathy.

The souls of the poor insects have been corroded as a whole, and they have been instigated to become brainless pawns and victims, and the best at playing is selfishness, forgetting righteousness, treachery, worshipping evil and suppressing good, treating the devil as their own father, as a living bodhisattva, willingly pursuing and attaching, and being or voluntarily placed on the transfer belt of the demon, becoming the raw material for the devil to process and enrich his own demonic nature. After it is drained and squeezed, it becomes a waste that is cheaper than garbage, and the muck truck does not like to pull it.

Although I don't know the process and details of the fox fairy's cultivation into a human form, it must be extremely difficult and painful, and I don't know how many layers of skin I have to peel off for this. According to the saying in the world, people get up early with grinning teeth and miserable, they always have to do something for themselves, for nothing for themselves, and who is willing to make themselves suffer. But the fox fairy never works hard for profit, and no matter how early it is, it will not be for profit, but the fox fairy's efforts have its own purpose of the fox fairy, but now, unlike the pastoral era, it is so easy to identify.