Ye Sheng added.

[Wang Xiaopang's posture is very strange, he pressed against the fence, stood on tiptoe, and leaned out with his upper body, as if trying to see something clearly. 】

Ning Weichen and him were in a sense of heart, and said lightly: "Do you think that the person who took the photo is someone else, and it may even be the story of the king himself." ”

Ye Sheng nodded and wrote.

[Yes, the story king must have rented the Changming Mansion for a while. 】

Ning Weichen smiled: "Maybe, he is in the mansion now." ”

Ye Sheng frowned.

[I don't think that with the character of the landlord, she won't let people live here for free.] 】

Ning Weichen: "Well, that's what I said. ”

Ye Sheng's typing speed is neither fast nor slow, but he certainly can't keep up with the speed at which people speak. But when he was typing, Ning Weichen's eyes kept looking at him quietly. It does not urge, nor does it have the meaning of persecution.

Ning Weichen is very good at controlling the comfortable communication atmosphere, not to mention that Ye Sheng has long been on guard against him, and now he is chatting with one typing and one talking, and he is actually very harmonious.

Ye Sheng: [I want to ask the landlord for the key]

Ning Weichen: "The landlord won't give it." ”

[Isn't it okay to give money?] 】

Ning Weichen raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile: "Are you rich, baby?" ”

Ye Sheng: "......"

Oh, he has no money.

Whether it's the outside world or the inside world, he has no money.

The first day of riding in the car was all about coercion and all about guns.

Ye Sheng silently deleted this sentence.

Ning Weichen suddenly said: "We are now in the story of the story king, if you want to really understand his story, it is better to try to substitute for the protagonist and live a day in this building." ”

Ye Sheng pursed his lips and nodded.

Ning Weichen looked at the time on his watch and said, "It's half past seven in the morning, and we're getting up late." Story Magazine is 40 kilometers away from Changming Mansion, and it takes two hours to take a bus ride and half an hour to a nearby bus stop. Taking going to work at eight o'clock as an example, the story king has to get up at half past five every day. ”

After Ye Sheng heard him say that he was the protagonist, he raised his eyes to look at this narrow and dim crooked building, and began to assume that he had spent the day here. In fact, in the matter of poverty, he can still empathize with the king of stories. Different from the backwardness and remoteness of Yinshan, this is a different kind of dull and depressing.

He can predict what the story king's day will be like, get up and open his eyes and can't light the lamp, he can only grope in the dark to find clothes, and after getting dressed, he takes a basin and a towel to the toilet to get water and wash.

The only lighting is the street lamp next to it, and when the water is connected, it has to be controlled to prevent the water from overflowing. After all, with the landlord's nervous personality, she may be watching from behind you when you squat down to fetch water.

It's not dawn and you can't make too much noise, so when you go down the stairs from the first floor, you need to hold your breath and be careful and careful.

Walking out of this suffocating mansion, you will look up and see the woman who sells breakfast, busy in the kitchen.

In the next room, her husband was asleep soundly.

Walking through the dirty alleys and leaving the construction site, there is an increasingly bustling metropolis, but those bright lights and spendthrifts have nothing to do with him. His daily routine is to squeeze into a bus full of disgusting smells every day, and during the two-and-a-half-hour commute, he numbly watches the pedestrians coming and going through the window. The city is so big that everyone lives like ants.

Busy and dimly busy, with no goal or direction.

The greening of Huaicheng is done well, and in spring, the fragrance of flowers overflows, prompting people to be drowsy.

It's not rush hour, and there's still room for the bus.

Ye Sheng smelled the fragrance of flowers in the air, and he was a little uncomfortable.

Ning Weichen, the eldest young master, probably had no sense of substitution for this journey, he thoughtfully looked at the banner posted on the bus, and casually asked a girl next to him: "Excuse me, is this an advertisement?" ”

"No, no, no. This is the promotional slogan of "Little Mouth Tells Stories". The girl's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were a little afraid to look at him, and she said: "Recently, this city has been its warm-up, on the bus, on the propaganda screen, on the street, you can see this pattern everywhere." ”

It is a slightly open blood-colored red lip pattern, which will not be very abrupt when placed on the LED screen alone, but when this lip appears in all corners of life, it only gives people a sense of absurdity and horror.

Took two hours to get off the bus.

The bus stop sign is also plastered with that blood-red mouth.

Ye Sheng took out his mobile phone and typed.

[Luo Xingyan said that he saw the 302 child draw eyes all over the Tianzi book yesterday, and now Huaicheng is full of mouths, will there be anything to do with the two. 】

Ning Weichen looked at him with a smile.

Every time Ye Sheng finds something now, he has to bow his head and type it out with his mobile phone first, and then show it to himself. The young man was long, tall as a cedar, and when he lowered his head to type, his black hair fell down, covering his dark and cold eyes, and he looked calm and well-behaved from a distance.

Ning Weichen thought for a while and said, "If you keep being so well-behaved, I won't be willing to go." ”

Ye Sheng: "......"

He typed the word "roll".

But the beauty of the text is that he scolded without momentum, but like flirting.

Ye Sheng doubted his life after typing, and quickly deleted the word.

Ning Weichen laughed: "Just kidding." Although his eyes didn't look like a joke at all.

On the way to the Story Magazine, Ning Weichen raised his eyes, looked at the city that was still developing a hundred years ago, and suddenly said clearly and calmly: "Brother, do you remember the words at the end of "Xiaozui Tells Stories". We've all gone through the second half of the story, what it means to be a storyteller, a storyteller, and a storyteller. ”

"Now the world, probably to show us, another word. Stories help us seal our joys and sorrows, and record the years. ”

"It is impossible for a radio station to warm up propaganda to the point of such pervasiveness."

"All the concrete eyes and lips in this world may be the projection of some kind of emotion of the story king."

Chapter 112: Grotesque City (12)

The story magazine was on the verge of closure, and everyone was almost gone, and when they went to the front desk to report Cheng Xiaoqi's name, the front desk stared at him in disbelief: "Cheng Xiaoqi? He, he was fired last week. ”

Ning Weichen: "Is it because of layoffs?" ”

The front desk didn't dare to look at the two top handsome guys in front of him, shook his head with a red face and said, "No, the layoffs only started three days ago." Cheng Xiaoqi was expelled for plagiarism. ”

Ye Sheng was stunned, plagiarism? Plagiarism of the story king?

The front desk sighed: "Speaking of Cheng Xiaoqi, Cheng Xiaoqi is quite famous in our place." ”

Cheng Xiaoqi didn't graduate from junior high school and came out to work, originally worked as a porter in the warehouse, worked for about five or six years, once the president went to the warehouse, and accidentally saw him squatting there reading books, seeing that he liked words so much, he let him enter the magazine as an editor. But I heard from the editorial staff that they didn't like him very much. ”

"I really don't like it." A fashionably dressed woman in a skirt walked over, she wore bright lipstick, and said in disgust: "You haven't worked with him, I suspect that he takes a shower once a month, and he can smell the sour smell from afar, and he is disgusted to death, and I am in no mood to go to work." ”

The short-haired woman next to her smiled crookedly and pushed her arm: "It's an exaggeration, it's not like it's washed once a month, but it's true that he changes one dress a month." ”

A male editor jumped out and said: "When Cheng Xiaoqi first joined the company, I used his words. Hearing that as soon as he was born, his mother didn't want him, and his dad fell down the stairs and died drunk. What is this called, Tiansha Lone Star, Father and Mother. ”

The person next to him suddenly realized: "I just said that our magazine was good a few years ago, but it will close down this year, it turns out that this evil star has been recruited." ”

"Hahahahaha."

"Enough of you!"

The male editor said contemptuously: "I really think that the boss asked a person who didn't graduate from junior high school to come over to be an editor, and his brain was a little watery." Cheng Xiao can't even recognize all the seven words. ”

The female editor said, "It's not that I'm discriminating. I really think that people who didn't have a father or mother when they were young must have flaws in their personalities. There is a saying about something, oh oh, the original family is not happy. Childhood misfortune is pitiful, but there must be something hateful about the poor. ”

The person next to her nodded: "Yes, I sympathize with him, but I really don't want to be friends with this kind of person, and I don't want to be colleagues with him." ”

The male editor pouted disdainfully: "I don't think sympathy is necessary, isn't this deserved." A gambler father raised a thief son. If you want me to say that you girls are too kind and empathetic, people like Cheng Xiaoqi are not worth it. ”

"It turns out that a person's quality and wealth are in a sense directly proportional. It's not my bias. ”

They talked and laughed for a while, for the former colleague who graduated from junior high school and had an unhappy family.

Before expressing every opinion, you have to say "I am not discrimination" with high quality, and the result is discrimination and prejudice between the lines.

Soon, their chat quickly stopped, and one by one they blushed and went to meet Ning Weichen and Ye Sheng.

The male editor's eyes fell on the watch on Ning Weichen's wrist, and he couldn't move it, he laughed and said: "Oh, two handsome guys, what are you looking for Cheng Xiaoqi for, Cheng Xiaoqi doesn't look like he will know you." ”

Ning Weichen showed a polite and detached smile: "We have something to do with him, and we want to know where he lives now?" ”

The male editor said: "Oh, he, he now lives in the Changming Mansion. No, Xiao Qi didn't receive his salary last month, and he didn't have a penny on him, so if he couldn't pay the rent, he might have rolled up and rolled back to his hometown. ”

Ning Weichen said: "Can you tell me about Cheng Xiaoqi's plagiarism?" ”

Male editor: "Of course, of course." ”

The eyes of the person next to him lit up, and he interjected: "Handsome guy, where did you buy this watch?" ”

Ning Weichen smiled: "I don't know. ”

The male editor was very excited: "This watch should not be cheap, an aunt of mine took a similar picture for me when she was traveling in Zurich, saying that this kind of watch costs seven figures." ”

Another male editor squeezed him away unhappily: "Don't be ashamed! If you've worked all your life, you may not be able to buy a single screw in the movement of someone else's watch! "I...... I'll just ask if it's okay. "The people who just criticized Cheng Xiaoqi are now blushing.

Several staff members next to him also came around, very enthusiastic and simple, smiling.

"Handsome guy, I know about Cheng Xiaoqi's plagiarism, let me tell you."

A female editor took the initiative to say.

"The city has recently launched a new radio program called "Little Mouth Tells Stories", and the radio station plans to hold an essay contest with our magazine to solicit some bizarre stories from all over the city, and the price has reached 100 yuan per 1,000 words. The president said that this time, we editors can also vote. Everyone was actively participating. ”

"But when I knew that Cheng Xiaoqi was going to contribute, we all watched it as a joke. He writes crookedly even words, where can he write a good story. ”

"Yes." The male editor squeezed his eyebrows and said proudly: "Cheng Xiaoqi still wanted to secretly vote without us, but I found out." I'm laughing to death, I'm embarrassed. ”

"Actually, Cheng Xiaoqi's thief is boring, he is either in a daze or wandering outside the world all day long, and he can't see that he is angry and angry."

"He's even afraid of us peeking! He's embarrassed to write, why is he embarrassed to let people read it! ”

"Yes, he didn't let us see it, and the next day the company posted a notice criticizing it. Cheng Xiaoqi, a thief, stole someone else's manuscript to vote hahahaha, but he still works in the newspaper, and he doesn't have the most basic professionalism. ”

"Stealing the little fat draft, it seems to be."

"That's right, Xiaopang lives in the same building as him, and he was unlucky enough to be stolen by Cheng Xiaoqi. Fortunately, Xiaopang privately voted the full text of "Weird City" to the minister in advance, otherwise it would be really unreasonable! ”

When Ye Sheng heard this, he stretched out his hand and pulled Ning Weichen's clothes.

Ning Weichen turned his head to look at him, and after looking at him for a while, he turned his head and smiled at everyone: "Can you show us "Weird City"? ”

"No problem, no problem."