Song Chi didn't talk much to the homeless.

Even if the homeless man took out a treasured intact mat and invited Song Chi to talk with him all night, Song Chi still refused.

The homeless man knew only a limited amount of things, and when he got to the back, Song Chi obviously found that the homeless man had begun to talk nonsense, and if he continued to ask, he couldn't ask for any useful information.

If you guess correctly, the old Wang Ba in the mouth of the homeless man is likely to be the turtle that Xia Yuyou once mentioned that has lived for tens of thousands of years.

But Xia Yuyu also told him that the old turtle was dead, and it had been dead for a long time.

I don't know the homeless man, and the other party has no need to lie to me.

In other words, either Xia Yuyou is scattering flowers, or the old turtle has deceived Xia Yuyou.

But in the past chats, Song Chi can probably see from Xia Yuyou's description that the old turtle is obviously the kind and kind old grandfather image, treating Xia Yuyou like a granddaughter, teaching her knowledge and tolerating her playfulness.

Why did it lie to Xia Yuyu?

But Xia Yuyou didn't have any reason to lie to himself at all.

Song Chi thought about it so much that he simply stopped thinking about it.

Xia Yuyou has left, and these things will no longer have anything to do with him.

Walking to the door of the community, the sharp-eyed old black dog ran over with numb legs, it looked at Song Chi, who was alone and embarrassed, bared its teeth and roared twice.

The ghostly figure on Song Chi's back ran away in an instant.

Seeing Song Chi who came back again, the old black dog remembered the appearance of Song Chi paying tribute to it at the beginning, and seemed a little happy, and said:

"What about the girl?"

Song Chi stared at the old black dog's paw and came back to his senses, but did not answer its question.

"You're not lame?"

The old black dog pulled the dog's face and smiled, revealing his dark lips and crooked teeth, looking a little disgusting.

"Are you really using your dog brother as a soft persimmon? I just don't want to get tangled up with that little girl. ”

"I'm pretty good at acting."

Although the old black dog thought Song Chi's tone was weird, he didn't think much about it, and said happily:

"Is that girl really gone?"

"Hmm."

Song Chi nodded slightly.

The old black dog stood up directly from the ground, and with its feet on the ground and its two front feet shrunk in front of it, it spun in circles in excitement.

"Boy, this is a good thing, you don't have to die, Brother Dog, I don't have to be frightened every day, why do you still look sullen?"

Song Chi ignored the old black dog who was still dancing, and went home directly.

He entered the room, took two or three steps, and stopped.

The room was pitch black, with only a few rays of moonlight streaming in.

I took a few steps back and pressed all the switches, and all the lights in the room came on.

In the past, the first thing Song Chi did when he came home was to turn on the light, because he couldn't stand the feeling of not being able to see everything clearly in the dark.

It wasn't until later that Xia Yuyu came.

Because that girl is very lazy, every time she goes out, she basically comes back lying on his back.

So the task of turning on the lights was handed over to Xia Yuyou.

Although he hates the dark, when Xia Yuyou is around, he doesn't seem to feel too much.

Xia Yuyou's shoes were still obediently placed on the carpet at the door, and he became upset for some reason, and gently kicked the small black leather shoes.

One shoe crooked and fell to the side.

Song Chi was startled, squatted down and placed the shoes neatly, and carefully blew the upper of the shoes, and put the shoes in a corner.

He took a few steps forward and then went backwards again.

Put Xia Yuyou's shoes back in the middle.

He stood still for a moment before he went to the living room couch and sat down.

When I look around, an idea always pops up in my head.

Xia Yuyu will suddenly appear in a corner.

"Humph, bed bugs! I've been standing here for a long time before I see me! Sure enough, it's a useless Xiao Song! ”

He sighed, a little puzzled by what was wrong with him.

Obviously, he has always wanted to get rid of Xia Yuyou, but when the other party really left, his mind kept flashing the appearance of a girl or a happy smile, or a shy and coquettish look.

"I'm probably sick."

He took out his mobile phone and swiped the video for a while, and the Internet celebrities who used to be flamboyant in the past are no longer attractive at the moment.

"It's not as good as Xiao Xia."

He muttered, but he didn't know before, and he didn't know who was taking care of himself every night to watch the video of a beautiful Internet celebrity, and he was always indifferent to the girls around him.

I turned off a certain sound boredly, and the room was quiet.

It had been a long time since he had enjoyed this tranquility.

It's so quiet that it's suffocating.

Being lonely for a long time doesn't really feel much.

I'm just afraid that in this long and boring loneliness, I have broken into a period of excitement and happiness.

There was really nothing to do, so he simply opened a certain point.

I don't have a code word today, but after thinking about it, I don't have any readers, so the idea of sending a chapter to ask for a leave of absence was also suppressed back by him.

He glanced at the bookshelves, a little surprised.

Wang Chuan's book is still being updated.

He clicked in and looked at it, and before he knew it, half an hour had passed.

Turning off a certain point, he called Wang Chuan.

"Brother Song?"

Wang Chuan, your voice was a little surprised, after all, Song Chi took the initiative to call him only a handful of times.

There was still a crackling keyboard tapping sound in the mobile phone, and Song Chi said in a deep voice:

"What are you doing?"

"Writing a novel, it's not about to be put on the shelves, I'm going to save some manuscripts."

"I've read the last few chapters you've updated."

The crackling sound stopped.

Wang Chuan looked very excited, after all, Song Chi had said before that the novel he wrote was just a piece of, and his eyes would be dirty when he read it, so although he would order it all, he would definitely not take a second look.

"Brother Song, do you want to open it? Finally willing to see my work? ”

"Can I give you a suggestion?"

"You say! Brother Song is not satisfied with any plot, I'll change it! ”

Song Chi was silent for a while and said:

"If you really can't do it, you can go back and inherit the family property."

Wang Chuan was stunned, and was about to speak, when he heard Song Chi continue:

"What did you write about? Okay, what are you stabbing for? I ask you? What knives do you send? Do you think that a thief like you is capable? Do you think you're so level-oriented? ”

He spoke faster and faster, not giving Wang Chuan a chance to quibble at all.

"If you can write, you can write well, if you can't write, don't write, can you write something in the yang world?"

He originally wanted to have some fun reading Wang Chuan's novel, but he ended up reading it for half an hour, and the whole book was under the knife.

The phone fell silent for a long time.

After a while, I heard Wang Chuan speak:

"Brother Song, don't you feel better."

Song Chi opened his mouth and said softly: "I'm sorry, Chuan'er, in fact, you wrote very well, I read it for half a ...... in one breath"

"Brother Song, don't comfort me."

Wang Chuan's voice was a little low.

"I know how many pounds and taels I have, in fact, if you don't scold me, I have already thought about it, the job of writing a novel may not be suitable for me, the vest has changed a lot, I have written so many books, and I still hit the street like this, but I think about finishing this book."

"I'll never write a novel again."

"No, Chuan'er, you listen to my quibbles, what you write is really good, at least I think it's good."

Wang Chuan smiled lightly: "Brother Song, do you think it's good, then it's over?" ”

Song Chi was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, Wang Chuan was mocking himself.

The novels that can be appreciated by the street can only be the street.

But seeing Wang Chuan being hit like this by himself, he felt a little guilty in his heart, and he could only pretend that he didn't understand, and instead comforted:

"Chuan'er, don't give up......"

"Brother Song," Wang Chuan interrupted Song Chi, his tone a little choked, "Actually, I was joking with you just now." ”

"What?"

Song Chi didn't react.

"Lao Tzu has at least four or five readers, you don't have any of them, you can write them down, why don't I write them? You don't really believe it, do you? Hahaha! ”

Song Chi hung up the phone expressionlessly.

He knew that this kid was aware that his emotions were wrong, so he deliberately said this.

But it is clear that his mood has deteriorated even more.

sat back on the sofa and hugged the big pillow that was always ravaged by Xia Yuyu in his arms.

He buried his head in the pillow and took two deep breaths.

There is no taste at all.

"Then again, that girl just doesn't smell like anything."

It's like you've never been here.

……

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