Chapter 3: A Moonlit Night

With his handsome appearance and the rational allocation and utilization of resources, Yang Ji has been in charge of contacting external customers, and has been nicknamed the most leisurely boy by the other three dead friends, so he is not in the company for most of his working hours. The same is true today, who has long been able to complete the work with the advantage of his handsome appearance, and he let himself get off work early in the gritting teeth of the three dead friends.

Although compared to other office workers, his work has been too easy to some extent, like a pension, but he still enjoys most of the free time. This city also has its own unique cultural characteristics, thousands of years of inheritance, there are a lot of unique antiquities, since the reform and opening up, it can also be regarded as gradually from only one or two antiquities of the underground trading place to one or two shops in the transformation to the scale of the antique street. Yang Ji can be said to be a frequent visitor to the city's antique street, although the number of times he buys the things he likes is only a handful, but compared to the bright commercial area, he enjoys the feeling of this street with his thick historical heritage, and he is always used to coming for a walk when there is nothing to do.

Walking along the way, the autumn breeze is cool, and the tiredness that does not exist seems to be blown to the bare bare left, and the crowd on the whole street seems to be sparse. In addition to some fixed shops, there are some simple stalls placed on the ground under the trees on the sidewalk, and there are some things that you know or don't know, and the real antique business owners generally don't pay attention to these stalls, because the antique shops that can stand on this street, the bosses are all ruthless characters with vicious eyes, even if there are one or two antiques that can be eye-catching from time to time on the stalls, they have long been swept away by these bosses, and they can not be said to have no chance to find treasure in these stalls, at least it can be said that they have hit the luck of the big luck。

However, Yang Ji has a soft spot for this kind of stall, he naturally knows that there are basically no good things on these stalls, and it is even likely that all ten of them are fakes, but as an amateur hobby and leisure, sometimes it is clearly fake, and he will buy what he likes, naturally not at the price of buying the real thing, sometimes the words say, everyone is a person who understands, and the stall owner is also willing to sell it to him at a low price. Running into a few acquaintances, everyone chatted about what they had seen during this time, and the right was to broaden their knowledge, and Yang Ji gained a lot of knowledge about antiques in this way.

Picking and choosing along the way, Yang Ji chatted with a few familiar stall owners and regulars about many interesting things, and naturally met some new faces and saw some new and strange items in the process. For himself who doesn't understand things, Yang Ji has always been enthusiastic, not lacking in interest in inquiry, and after talking to a few stall owners, he is very satisfied, and he feels that he has gained a lot this afternoon, and his mood is also extremely happy. Although he was deceived, Yang Ji still had a little bit of embarrassment to pay some tuition for today's new knowledge, and bought a bunch of strange gadgets after some fierce bargaining at a very small price.

The company, with those dead friends taking care of it, Yang Ji doesn't plan to go back and let them be arrested. Along the familiar trajectory of life, so he went to work as a leisure he returned to his home early, still in the corridor, he heard the bubbles in the security door of his house, heard the footsteps, and knew that he was back The eager dog barked, for the dependence of the puppy he raised single-handedly, Yang Ji felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart. The key rotated in the shrinkage hole, after the click, the bubble has happily jumped in the door, because of the fear of touching the happy little guy, Yang Ji can only slowly push open the door, as expected, although it is very dependent on his own owner, but like other puppies, the big bag in his hand is obviously more able to attract his attention, bubbles have fearless hind legs standing, teeth tearing claws scratching, as if he was hungry for three days, Yang Ji for his own bubbles this habit can not be changed no matter how to solve it can only be angry habitually gently kick it。 The bubble that was kicked open was naturally extremely unhappy, and a man and a dog started a tireless battle.

The night has long been deep, the hustle and bustle of the city except for a few places is also back to silence, the already clean community has a taste of silence, tonight there is a clear night sky, the white moonlight, but all the beauty is destroyed by the dark clouds that begin to slowly gather in the evening.

Bubbles fell asleep in her comfortable nest, and from time to time she snorted softly like a child. I haven't gone out for a long time to spend time drinking, and under the strict education of the decent Yang's father and Yang's mother, Yang Ji's life is a little monotonous for most urban youth, especially his nightlife. Perhaps when most single urban youths were still in the bright lights, Yang Ji had already fallen asleep, and the sound of even breathing flickered in the silence of the bedroom like a firefly flickering in the dark, which seemed very peaceful, and it seemed that the owner of this bedroom would have a full of energy tomorrow.

After closing the not too heavy curtains, the faint city lights that came in made the bedroom so that you could not reach out and lose sight of your fingers. In the black of these shadows, a trace of a deeper black that is slightly different from the surrounding black seems to be a wisp of light smoke faintly condensed in mid-air, his appearance, as if it is an illusion that human beings are very easy to produce in the dark, and then like a trace of morning smoke that will disperse as soon as it blows, it seems to be random in the room and floats in the direction of the bed, slowly looking for its target, and finally it stopped less than ten centimeters above the sleeping Yang Ji's head, and writhed extremely slowly towards a small snake formed by smoke。 After a moment, as if confirming its target, it slowly approached its prey again, and actually burrowed into Yang Ji's eyebrows as if nothing was there.

The eyelids of the young man, who had slept peacefully, twitched slightly.