Hearing this, although Yi Xiaochen was angry in his heart, he could only hold it down. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This person's name is Brother Liang, he took him on the first day of work, he has a lot of social experience, and he is also reasonable, he is a part-time worker, what can he do to fight with these bastards?

Receiving the envelope handed by Brother Liang, Yi Xiaochen bowed his head and was silent, seeing this, Brother Liang lit a cigarette and handed it to him.

"Okay, don't be such a girl, people, suffer a little loss, it's a good thing to have a long insight, as the saying goes, there is no hurdle that can't be passed, there is no river that can't be crossed, this money has no other meaning, the first few months are always shouting to let you have a treat, you kid doesn't know how to refuse, but he suffers a big loss, this time the brothers can't look at it, but they can't help anything, just return the food money to you, and your heart is also open, okay, you can do it yourself!"

After saying that, Brother Liang turned around and went back.

Yi Xiaochen opened the envelope, and there were eight hundred yuan in it, although it was not much, but it was enough for some days, too, when it came to this point, he could only admit it.

In the afternoon, Yi Xiaochen came to the talent market to find another job.

Squeeze through the crowd and ask questions in front of various interview desks, but the results are much the same.

Three years of work experience, bachelor's degree, electronic information expertise and other professional qualification certificates, seeing this, Yi Xiaochen, as a college graduate, did not have two words to flash directly.

When the job market closed, he didn't find a suitable job.

Seeing that it was also dark, Yi Xiaochen stopped wandering around, bought a few packs of instant noodles from a nearby supermarket and took the bus home.

While waiting for the bus, Yi Xiaochen leaned on the stop sign and dozed off with his arms, when a question came.

"Young man, is the 77th bus waiting here!"

Yi Xiaochen gave a cold war, and habitually responded: "No, on the other side!" ”

"yes, thank you, boy!"

As a result, as soon as the words fell, a spirit flashed in Yi Xiaochen's mind, and when he opened his eyes, there was no ghost, and then he looked at the platform on the other side of the road, there were only a few young people, and there was no old man at all.

At this time, Yi Xiaochen's sleepiness had disappeared without a trace, and a faint fear followed.

What's going on? Seventy-seven bus! Isn't that the voice of the old man yesterday?

Looking at the traffic coming and going in front of him, Yi Xiaochen was hard to determine if he was hallucinating.

Along the way, he leaned against the window, trying to let the cold wind blow his head, which would be more comfortable, and in the end, Yi Xiaochen, who firmly believed in atheism, came to the conclusion that he was too tired to have a conjecture.

Back in the community, as usual in the middle of the night.

Yi Xiaochen walked briskly home with his arms in his arms, only to be stopped by a familiar shout.

"Young man, young man in front, can you help?"

Listening to the familiar words, looking at the strange dark night in front of him, the cold sweat instantly soaked Yi Xiaochen's back, and the terrifying fear rushed down the nerves from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

As the footsteps approached, Yi Xiaochen could almost hear his own heartbeat.

At the moment when the owner of the voice approached, Yi Xiaochen ran and rushed to the fifth floor of the rented house at a speed that surpassed the world champion.

It wasn't until the security door closed behind his back that Yi Xiaochen leaned against the door and gasped for breath.

At this time, he clearly realized that whether it was asking for directions at the station or helping to carry things, they were all alone.

"No way, this can't be!"

Yi Xiaochen tried his best to convince himself that in any case, he was highly educated, and in the new era, ghosts and gods were absolutely non-existent, and even if there were any supernatural events, they would eventually be relegated to human imagination.

When the mood calmed down, Yi Xiaochen came to the bathroom to take a shower.

Under the shower, thinking back on the past two years of life, he realized that he was too tired, and he was completely immersed in the boredom and bitterness of life when he should have been in his youth.

girlfriend, never talked again after graduation; Parents, who have been out for more than two years, have not gone back once.

Somehow, Yi Xiaochen had the idea of going home, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid I will be driven crazy by the pressure.

That night, Yi Xiaochen tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep, as long as he closed his eyes, the chaotic sound roared in his ears like gongs and drums.

In the quiet and impermanent night, outside the window of Yi Xiaochen's bedroom, a cloud of red and dark clouds slowly floated.

Suddenly, the quiet night sky actually blew the wind, the clouds and mist became chaotic under the blow of the night wind, through the thick night clouds, a lightning bolt appeared out of thin air, it seemed to have eyes towards the clouds, in an instant, the clouds exploded, turned into stars and dispersed.

"Whew..."

Heavy wheezing sounds wafted through the dark room, and on the cushion, the old man in black looked so haggard.

"Flame Demon, don't run around, if you run into heavenly punishment again, I won't be able to protect you..."

As the words fell, a foot in front of the old man, a fiery red flame appeared out of thin air, and then the flames dispersed, revealing a human form, but the ring of fire floating around it made it impossible to recognize its face.

"Master, I just went to see the child, but is he really a Soul Eater? Will he survive the thunderstorm? I don't believe it..."

"Ahem..."

The old man coughed a few times and said slowly.

"Don't worry, I'll help him..."

The next day, Yi Xiaochen did not look for a job, and in order to stabilize his mood, he went to the hospital to see a doctor.

After communication, the doctor diagnosed Yi Xiaochen's symptoms as stress syndrome with intermittent nervous conjectures.

This symptom is a common problem among young people now, in the final analysis, due to excessive pressure, people themselves will release pressure on themselves, but different people will choose different methods, and Yi Xiaochen subconsciously needs stimulation, so there is this fear and conjecture to release pressure for himself.

With this diagnosis, Yi Xiaochen finally put his mind at ease.

"It looks like I didn't hit a ghost..."

Thinking of this, Yi Xiaochen laughed unconsciously, his neurotic appearance last night was really ridiculous, how can there be a ghost in the world! Nothing at all.

casually prescribed some tranquilizers, coupled with the current financial constraints, Yi Xiaochen immediately decided to go home to have a look, and by the way, live a few comfortable days to relieve himself.

That afternoon, he bought a ticket and took the 8 p.m. bus home.

Before that, Yi Xiaochen hurried back to his residence and packed up.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door.

Yi Xiaochen, who was packing his luggage, put down the work in his hand and responded loudly.

"Wait a minute, it's coming!"

After the door opened, a kind old man stood at the door, he was dressed in a gray and black robe, looking a little retro, and his wrinkled old face was full of the vicissitudes of time, making people wonder how old he was.

Facing the visitor, Yi Xiaochen asked with a smile: "Uncle, is there something?" ”

The old man looked at Yi Xiaochen quietly, did not speak, and a pair of brown Mu Zi looked directly at Yi Xiaochen, as if he saw the depths of his soul.