It's ten monthly passes again.,Plus more!But it's estimated that it will have to be added tomorrow.,The child pneumonia went to the hospital for infusion, so today's update is late.,It's estimated that I won't be able to catch up with three chapters!

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A dazzling white snow, Zheng Xian stood by the window and looked out at the world outside that was covered with ice and snow overnight.

Although the 33rd floor is not a real skyscraper, it can still have a bird's-eye view of the city, Zheng Xian holds a cup of steaming flower tea in his hand, and the TV news in his ears broadcasts the weather forecast of the cold wave hitting and entering the cold winter a month in advance.

Zheng Xian has come out of the pain of broken thoughts, and after the broken thoughts healed again, they were slightly stronger than before, which was an unexpected surprise for Zheng Xian, the original Zheng Xian's thoughts were like a small breeze, which could only blow the candle to the ground, but now Zheng Xian's thoughts should be able to blow out the candles.

Looking at the snow white outside, Zheng Xian seemed to remember why he didn't like white, after building the bridge between heaven and earth, Zheng Xian's memory of the past became clearer and clearer, and the things that he had forgotten were now slowly getting back.

Disgusted with white, vaguely because of two things, Zheng Xian remembered one of them at this time.

It was also such a cold winter season, Zheng Xian, who was only ten years old who escaped from the old farmer's house, was covered with thin clothes and bare feet, in a white barren mountain, and he was only accompanied by a row of footprints deep in the snow pits behind him.

His hands and feet were black and purple, his ears were red and numb, in such a snowy place, for a day and a night, Zheng Xian couldn't find any food for his stomach, at that time, Zheng Xian wanted to eat his own hands the most!

The weak figure is lying in the lonely barren mountain, looking around, all you can see is a white vast color, the bright sun, magnifying this white to the extreme, dazzling and dazzling, as if there are only two things left in the world, Zheng Xian and white.

But this white is definitely not Zheng Xian's partner, but an evil opponent who is bent on killing him. Zheng Xian was in a trance, still a little unable to remember how he crossed the white mountains back to the city, this part of the painful memory was selectively abandoned, Zheng Xian is a person who is afraid of suffering, because he knows too well what the suffering is all about, so he is the most reluctant to recall his original pain.

For Zheng Xian, white represents hatred, enemies, hunger, cold, loneliness, suffering, sadness, and all other pain that Zheng Xian can feel.

So Zheng Xian hates this color!

Gently took a sip of the flower tea in the cup, perhaps because he remembered something he didn't want to think of, Zheng Xian still felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, grabbed four or five rock candy and threw it into the cup, and threw the remaining one into his mouth, chewed it, and then let it melt slowly, and the taste buds on the tip of his tongue were all happy, so that Zheng Xian felt a little better, and then the thick curtain was closed by Zheng Xian, completely isolating the white world from himself.

Ding Dong, Ding Dong, Zheng Xian frowned slightly, and the doorbell rang again......

......

"Search the mountain!"

Xia Qing's residence was much warmer than Zheng Xian's style, which was full of modern decoration, full of glass and iron, and heavy tiles.

It looks like a princess's boudoir, full of that kind of curtain decoration, pink, blue, yellow, all kinds of colors, but under Xia Qing's careful arrangement, the complex colors are perfectly blended together, not giving people a very noisy feeling, and even comfortable everywhere, pleasing to the eye, walking into this house is like being in a sea of flowers, coupled with Xia Qing's unique fragrance, it makes people feel more and more comfortable in a comfortable place, and once they enter it, they no longer want to fall into the complicated world. Xia Qing didn't study art and didn't know anything about decoration, everything depends on feelings, this may also be a talent, the ancients said that Lan Xin is wise, I don't know what Lu Dao means.

Xia Qing's salary is a little more than 10,000 a month, not too much, not too little, the cost of maintaining a normal girl, is not a problem, Xia Qing is basically OL clothing all year round, and she is not as particular about eating and drinking as Zheng Xian, so the expenses are not large, mainly because of the consumption of cosmetics, and forty percent of the salary a month is smeared on her face, that woman is not ruthless to her appearance?

Xia Qing's salary is medium, mainly because the benefits are not bad, although this residence is not as luxurious as Zheng Xian's rented house, and the grade of the community is slightly inferior, but she does not need to pay rent, this house is specially equipped for her by the Sixth Division of Business, and the security issue does not need to be considered at all, and a person who is in charge of the key to the most important archive of the Sixth Division of Business should indeed enjoy this kind of security measure.

Xia Qing's salary next month will be 40,000 yuan. For Xia Qing, if she doesn't consider the hardships and even dangers behind her, she can actually make her a little excited, and many things she wants to buy can start to make plans.

Xia Qing is not a personal bodyguard, he accompanied Deputy Director Lin on the snow for more than an hour last night, that damn guy didn't have any pity for the jade, and that damn Zheng Xian was simply carved out of the same mold, all of which were impersonal things, although Deputy Director Lin said that even the length of time to pee should be recorded, but in fact, Xia Qing did not need to follow him 24 hours a day, according to Deputy Director Lin's words, someone was on duty at night, which also made Xia Qing breathe a long sigh of relief.

After thinking about it all night, Xia Qing also figured it out, Deputy Director Lin's position is more sensitive, so all behaviors must be recorded, it is estimated that it is a self-preservation technique that is easy to get rid of suspicion after something happens, as for what to get rid of suspicion, Xia Qing doesn't know, and she doesn't bother to think about these things that have nothing to do with her.

At this time, Xia Qing was wearing a wide home clothes, completely hiding a pair of plump jade rabbits, no one could find the thrilling anymore, his hair was tied up with a pencil at random, he looked very lazy, his glasses were thrown aside, his eyes were slightly squinted, staring at the screen, and his slender and white fingers were constantly tapping on the keyboard, making a crisp sound.

Enter the three words of Soshan map, and after clicking search, rows of words and pictures appeared in front of Xia Qing.

Xia Qing originally thought that Soushan Map was a big secret, but he just searched for it with the idea of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that there was a lot of information about Soushan Tu.

As soon as she saw these pictures, Xia Qing was sure that this was the tattoo pattern on the tattooed man she saw, of course, the layout and the demons on it were somewhat different, but it could be seen that the two were of the same origin.

Soushan Tu is also called Erlang Soushan Tu, a work in the Song and Yuan dynasties, quite famous, and the story of Erlang God leading the heavenly soldiers and generals to search for demons in the mountains.

To Xia Qing's surprise, those things that looked hideous and were considered ghosts by her were actually not ghosts, but the subordinates of Erlang God, the gods and heavenly soldiers, on the contrary, those poor women and beasts who seemed to be fleeing in a panic and hiding in the cave were the real demons, and the hideous gods and generals were armed with swords, guns, swords, halberds, eagles and dogs, blocking the front and back, so that the monsters had nowhere to escape and be slaughtered.

Originally, Erlang God was praised as a positive character, but after reading this volume, Xia Qing got a contrary impression. Those gods and generals, one by one, are fierce and vicious, making people hateful, but those monsters are kind-faced, and the panic scene of terrifying escape is sympathetic.

The comments on the Internet are very good, I don't know whether the authors in the Song and Yuan dynasties were intentional or unintentional, so that the viewer will naturally associate with the oppression of the common people by those officers and soldiers in the society at that time.

It's a pity that the ancient paintings on the Internet are only fragments, and a lot of things are missing on them, especially the most important picture of Erlang God is missing, and I can't get a glimpse of all the style of this ancient painting of Erlang Soushan.

"I wonder if that guy has the appearance of Erlang God in his tattoo?"

Xia Qing frowned, pinched the delicate pink enamel cup, took a cup of coffee on the coffee maker, threw a sugar cube, and after turning the spoon a few times, he picked it up and drank it in small sips.

Under the sound of coffee, the red lips pursed the rim of the cup, and there was a slight gurgling sound on the elegant white neck.

Xia Qing felt a little headache when she looked at it, overuse of her brain was her old problem, and excessive coffee was the cause of her headache, she was obviously in her twenties, but she had an old headache, this is the careful mind and careful, plus the evil consequences of too much pressure in ordinary times, this is the reason why she has become ill for a long time.

Xia Qing's white jade-like fingers pinched his head and rubbed it back and forth a few times, closed his eyes and eased his spirit, and finally decided to turn off the computer.

Xia Qing, who was holding coffee, stomped to the window, Xia Qing's room was on the first floor, and outside was a small garden eight meters long and seven meters wide, which was different from the family where many flowers were planted in the park, or the tables and chairs were placed with floor tiles and barbecue stoves.

Xia Qing doesn't take care of those withered branches, for Xia Qing, withered things are not necessarily a kind of beauty, there is no need to appreciate the delicate beauty of summer, and in winter, he will cut the grass and eradicate the roots, and do it so ruthlessly.

When Xia Qing has a headache, he likes to open the window and breathe some fresh air, Xia Qing's residence is in the suburbs, the air is fresh, there is not so much exhaust gas, and the whole person feels a lot filtered after taking a few breaths.

But Xia Qing didn't open the window today, it was too cold last night.

Thinking of this, Xia Qing couldn't help but curse the damn glasses man again!

As soon as she thought of the glasses man and the guy with tattoos all over her body, Xia Qing felt that she had accidentally broken into an inexplicable and wonderful world, just like when she first stepped into the sixth division of the business.