If it is someone else, when you hear this at night, you may feel unlucky, but who is Ji Chengyun?

She turned her head, with a lewd face, and said in a lustful voice: "Is it beautiful?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a violent cough.

The person standing in front of him was the man he saw during the day, a young man who was very cynical when he looked at it.

This person always looks like someone owes him money, and he doesn't have a good face for anyone, and even more so now. Directly rolled his eyes, Lord Wailang turned around and left, leaving Chengyun alone blowing the cold wind.

Chengyun hurriedly followed, and said pitifully: "My lord, the little one is wrong!" I ask for your understanding! ”

Shu Xuesong suddenly stood still, and Chengyun almost fell on him.

Glaring back at Chengyun, he said viciously: "What should you do, what should you do, don't wander around here." ”

After that, he swaggered and prepared to walk forward, but he didn't want to walk in a hurry, and the soles of his feet slipped and he almost fell.

Chengyun hurriedly rushed up and held him up. The man was still as angry as before, as if someone had offended him, but if you looked closely, you would notice that his face was red.

Chengyun helped him fan the wind and asked with a smile, "Are adults hot?" Do you want the villain to help you blow the wind! ”

As a result, the man snorted and fled directly, escaping extremely fast, but the stumbling look just right revealed that he was embarrassed at this moment.

Alas, the duplicitous little brother is still a bit funny.

Chengyun returned to the room and continued to carefully transcribe the dossier. When Xue Langzhong came to her later, he was still as unhurried and gentle as before.

Seeing what she wrote, Xue Langzhong praised her handwriting for being good-looking, and said that she was so serious and efficient, which was still very good.

Chengyun was another dog-legged tout, the two of them were in the same channel, and they both liked to praise others, and for a while, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

The pen in her hand kept waving, and the lines of words flowed on the paper, and she had always written quickly, and stacks of thick files were transcribed like this.

When it was late at night, she saw Director Su standing at her door with his arms crossed with a sly smile on his face, saying that several people had sent Luo Huai home.

The man did not stay long, and left, so that she was the only one left in the room.

In the silence of the night, only the crackling of candlesticks could be heard, and the bleak moonlight shone in through the windows and flowed on the ground, showing a bit of bleakness.

It was dark outside, and only a light could be seen in the distance, like some animal's minions, stung in the darkness.

The temperature was getting colder and colder, and she tightened her clothes and continued to copy line by line. This time, the progress was faster than expected, perhaps because she was so engaged that she didn't even feel too tired.

Of course, this is also because she tries to shield her feelings. Once you stop, it becomes difficult to write it down.

Her arms were a little sore, and her fingers were a little swollen, but she just wanted to write in one go.

She didn't know how long it was, but she heard a faint sound of music from a distance, like a woman's whimper.

Who has nothing to do at night and stays here to blow the flute? But there are a lot of things that you can't think about, maybe there really are ghosts.

Chengyun has never been afraid of these ghosts, so what is there to be afraid of ghosts? According to legend, just like people, they have seven emotions and six desires, love and hatred, greed, and they deal with people and ghosts, and there is nothing special about them.

Originally, it was a little boring, but now with the sound of the flute, she felt that copying things became quite interesting.

And it came to pass on the morning of the second day, that one after another, the light of the day shone on the earth, and dispelled away all evil.

She worked hard for a while, feeling light and uncomfortable, obviously sleepy.

Well, it's better to get some sleep first.

It's done very well here, and every house has a bamboo bed where people can lie down and rest.

She spread out the futon on it, closed the door, and began to fall asleep.

When the sun was waning, she stretched her body and got out of bed.

Before I knew it, four hours had passed. I slept well and steadily, and I was much less tired in an instant.

Walking out of the house, she went down the path to find Luo Huai.

Walking into the small courtyard, she found that it was quiet, and there were no people sitting like the Ritual Division, it stands to reason that there should be four people here, but now there is only one left, that is, Luo Huai, who is sitting in front of the desk and meditating.

Seeing Chengyun, he nodded and didn't say anything more. Chengyun asked, "How are you?" I saw you drunk yesterday, are you better today? ”

Luo Huai nodded: "Don't worry, it's nothing." ”

Seeing his calm and breezy appearance, Chengyun didn't continue to say, but said softly: "I think I have to stay here for a while when I first arrive, besides, everyone we have there is here, I still won't go back today, you go first, don't wait for me." ”

Luo Huai still nodded: "Okay, then I won't wait for you." I usually work during the day and rest at night, and you also pay attention to your body. ”

Seeing that he was still busy with the work of Chengshan, Chengyun returned to his house and continued to write seriously.

In the evening, she went to the kitchen to eat a bowl of porridge and a few cakes, and was ready to continue to stay up all night, but as soon as she came out, she saw that Su was holding an osmanthus cake in his hand, and his mouth was full of sugar-stained petals.

Such a scene is really funny on him, but as a subordinate, of course, he can't show a trace of arrogance, so Chengyun can only hold back a smile and salute him.

Su Wenlin knew that his appearance had been broken, but he was not surprised at all, he still had a posture of dragging him to the sky, and raised his chin, which was regarded as a greeting. The two of them passed by in this way, walking in different directions.

It was evening again, and it was a silent house, and the candlesticks were hung with residual tears, like a crescent moon on the horizon, showing a bit of sadness.

The only thing I could hear was the sound of the candlestick and the rustle of the pen sliding over the paper.

Chengyun just copied down line by line mechanically, this work looks bitter, and it doesn't make any sense, it's just cumbersome, but it actually has a great effect. When I first arrived, I was not familiar with how these files were written and in what order, but through this kind of work, I could understand what I was going to do more quickly. What's more, these are all dossiers submitted from various places, and the contents in them are similar, and they will be really processed and annotated in the future.

In the dead of night, there was a cry in the garden, but today's was a little more desolate than yesterday's.