It rained during the night.

The young man had been busy for a long time, and Jiang Sheng looked at his computer screen and roughly guessed his work.

The young man is a copy editor, in the broadest sense of the word, a freelance writer who makes a living by providing manuscripts for various websites, and at the same time he seems to be writing his own novels.

Just now, for example, the young man was revising a mistake in his article.

However, he seems to have encountered some kind of dilemma, resulting in the process of finalizing the text, which is always intermittent, and he still scratches his hair twice in anguish at every turn.

Fortunately, his hair volume is not bad, otherwise I am afraid that it will not be long before he will be bald.

It is worth mentioning that since being shot away by Jiang Sheng, the resentment on the young man's neck seems to have become much calmer.

So far, at least, there has been no uncontrolled surge.

It seemed to be jealous of Jiang Sheng's existence, and it seemed to be accumulating strength, waiting for an opportunity to fight back with all its might.

However, Jiang Sheng didn't want to give it this chance.

Now that he has an advantage, of course he must take advantage of the victory to pursue and find a way to assimilate his grievances as soon as possible.

It's a pity that the black cat can't control its own grievances.

Therefore, it could only stand behind the young man, about a meter away, waiting for the reaction that would occur in the process of contact between the two black fogs.

As I said before, one and a half meters is the limit that Jiang Sheng's resentment can currently extend.

Standing at such a distance, it can grasp the measure to a certain extent.

As long as there are signs of loss of control between the two sides, it can make its own grievances actively detach from the interaction by widening the distance.

It even wants to use this to draw the black qi in the young man's body out of the body in batches.

So, while the young man was revising the article, Jiang Sheng was also busy with his own work.

One moment he walked forward, and the other he walked backwards, like a wild cat that was afraid of life.

Finally, after nearly two hours of observation, it finally found some patterns.

In other words, Jiang Sheng additionally discovered a kind of behavioral logic of the black qi that was wrapped around him.

Resentment does turn against each other.

All their actions seem to exist for the purpose of strengthening themselves.

In addition, the manifestation of the soul being eroded by resentment is probably the arrival of bad luck.

So, am I also being eroded by resentment?

Jiang Sheng thought about it, but he didn't stay away from the youth because of this.

Just let the resentment on his body, and then attack the black mist in the opponent's body, and gradually expand.

The process of devouring each other with resentment is extremely long, and can almost be described as cannibalization.

Jiang Sheng found that he should have been too cautious before.

Although it itself can't deal with resentment, the amount of resentment that coexists with it is obviously enough to suppress that little bit and trap the residue on the neck of the young man.

But this process is particularly subtle, so Jiang Sheng has only now seen a clue.

At this moment, the black mist on the young man's neck was constricted, like a small group of soldiers who were surrounded by a heavy circle.

The trapped beast is still fighting, but it is also lacking in skills.

Almost every ten minutes, there will be a trace of black gas, which will be torn off the other party's body by Jiang Sheng's resentment and swallowed into the "belly".

And that wisp of foreign black qi, it would take about thirty minutes to separate a trace of resentment from Jiang Sheng's surroundings and use it as food.

The result of this back-and-forth gap is naturally that under the elimination of one and the other, the weak are getting weaker and weaker, and the huge is getting bigger and bigger.

However, this progress is inevitably too slow.

If this continues, Jiang Sheng speculated that he would have to stay by the young man's side for at least a week before he could "eat and wipe away" this wisp of resentment.

Forget it, just stay.

Anyway, this person's situation is already so bad that it can't be suffered anymore, and I don't have anything to do, so I should just eat and drink.

Thinking so, the lazy black cat even jumped directly on the nearby windowsill and lay on the side of a potted plant.

I yawned as I looked out the window at the dim street lamps and the raindrops that were beating on the glass.

The sound of keyboard tapping, mixed with the sound of rain, seemed unusually quiet and harmonious in a trance.

If you ignore the uneasy black fog in the room, if the young man sitting in front of the computer is not full of sadness, it may be a good night.

Unfortunately, things are not perfect, so people have to learn to compromise.

Summer, rainy nights, black cats.

Cottages, potted plants, and floodlit computer screens.

Some things will eventually leave, some things are waiting, and some things are yet to come.

Jiang Sheng leaned against the window, and suddenly, he felt his heart twitch for a while.

The resentment in the young man dissipated a little, and the resentment in it swelled a little.

But it just wagged its tail and squinted its eyes silently, realizing the carefree nature of being a cat.

Jiang Sheng is a guy with a clear position, and he usually only does what he is supposed to do.

However, it can occasionally be nosy.

……

The next day, Jiang Sheng came to his senses during a disturbing ringtone on his mobile phone.

When it wiped its eyes and turned its head to look, the young man was already holding a mess of hair and answering the phone next to his pillow.

Judging from the other party's dull face and heavy dark circles, the young man should not have slept well last night.

"Hey, ah, Mom, what's wrong?"

Watching the young man sit up from the bed immediately, rubbing his brow and revealing a struggling smile.

Jiang Sheng remained silent with empathy.

People who live alone outside the home always try to be as relaxed as possible when they receive a call from home, just to reassure their families, as it used to do.

"Got up, got up early, you didn't bother me."

As he spoke, the young man got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

"Ah, it's good, nothing busy, don't you know my work, I have nothing to do after writing the manuscript every day, and I can occasionally go out for a walk."

The sound of talking in the bathroom was accompanied by the sound of running water, which made Jiang Sheng helplessly support the low-hanging branches and leaves of the potted plant.

"Oh yes, I've got my salary on the card this month. I have two thousand in my hand, and I will continue to save the rest at home. ”

"You and your dad have to take care of themselves, don't always try to save money, every day for breakfast is white porridge and pickles. Pickles are carcinogenic, and you didn't listen to what I said a few times. ”

"I'm enough, don't look at me, I only kept two thousand, and the other miscellaneous manuscript fees haven't arrived yet, so don't worry."

"Well, talk about girlfriends. Oh, I've just graduated, why are you in a hurry? And the epidemic has been so bad in the past two years, how dare I go out and run around. ”

After washing up, the young man walked out of the bathroom and hung a towel on the balcony.

At the same time, the windows were opened, so that the fresh air after the rain poured in.

Although the things in his house are very messy, there is not much garbage that really needs to be cleaned up.

That's a good thing, at least it doesn't smell bad.

"Ah, hands?"

"Oh, it's so much better, it's almost straight now. If you bend it, it's about 120 degrees, which is about the same as that of ordinary people. You know, didn't the rehabilitation doctor say that the recovery is good, what else do you think about? ”

As he spoke, the young man stood in the room again and moved his left arm.

The elbow of that hand could not be fully straightened or fully bent, as if there were some sequelae.

It seems that his situation in life is not very good.

Jiang Sheng thought, stood up and shook his neck.

"Well, in the morning, the multigrain porridge I ate in the morning was made by mixing crushed bananas and dried nuts and throwing them into a pressure cooker with rice. It's not bad, it's delicious. Oops, don't underestimate me. During the Chinese New Year, didn't I make you cola chicken wings, garlic shrimp or something, they were all delicious. ”

Talking about the recipe from somewhere, the young man grabbed a bucket of instant noodles directly in his hand.

Jiang Sheng rolled his eyes.

Good guy, this guy is quite good, and it's really a shame that he can make dishes for the New Year.