Time flies, these days, Su Changqing's life is quite leisurely, reading books from time to time all day to feed the chickens, and occasionally when he is free, he will take his own dog and cat out for a walk 2 laps.

And when I was on the night shift, nothing like the previous one had happened, as if the whole world had calmed down.

The last time Su Sheng left with Shuren, Su Changqing secretly hid the thousand handfuls of money given by Su Sheng before into Song Shuren's backpack.

Now that I think about it, I don't seem to owe him anything.

At this moment, he only felt relaxed.

It was the evening of another day, Su Changqing held the erhu and rode all the way to the factory's guard room.

The factory is in a remote position with few people, and on weekdays, even during the day, few people except the workers come over. It's night, and naturally it's to the point where the kittens can't see two or three.

Sitting on the chair and brewing a pot of tea, Su Changqing blew the hot air on the teacup, and only felt that the years were quiet.

This tea is naturally not a good tea, and it can be regarded as an inferior tea, but for Su Changqing, good tea and inferior tea are the same, he is not a tea addict, so he naturally does not have too many ideas about these things. What can make people calm down is good tea.

The erhu was placed on another chair, which was also cushioned to prevent the piano from bumping into anything.

There seemed to be autumn cicadas chirping in the trees, and it was even more lonely in the dark night.

Listening to such a beautiful scenery, Su Changqing didn't know when a sentence came out in his heart: The cold cicada is poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning.

What's next?

Yes, yes: the Dumen tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

It hadn't rained before, and the air wasn't moist after the rain, but listening to the cicadas, I felt that it was still raining at this time.

In this night, the sky was lonely to him, and the earth was as lonely as he was.

I heard that a teahouse has recently opened in the town.

It's funny, it's just a small town, and there are no places of interest, and I don't know what the owner of the teahouse thinks about opening such a niche teahouse here.

Su Changqing hasn't been there yet, but it is hearsay that there is a middle-aged storyteller in it, who talks about good books, but now, who else will listen to other people's stories?

If he hadn't seen the electrical appliances in Wang Pingzhao's house, he would sometimes really think that this was the time when he was born.

That era of busy traffic, drunken paper and gold fans, many teahouses, and beautiful scenery.

It was the best and the worst of times.

When I get older, I always remember that in the past, Su Changqing drank all the tea in the teacup in one go like a reckless person, only feeling a bitterness in his mouth, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

I don't know when, 12 o'clock has quietly passed by, and a line of words suddenly popped up in Su Changqing's mind: The October lottery starts, will the lottery be drawn immediately?

These words, like a wake-up bell, immediately woke up his somewhat hazy eyes.

After opening the lottery wheel, he didn't go to see what good things had appeared this month.

This lottery, the system will not give him any loopholes to exploit, what is the use of watching these things?

Casually clicked on it, and the light point rushed forward quickly, and stopped after a while. And in Su Changqing's mind, the line of the end of the October lottery also appeared as appropriate.

As soon as this line appeared, the palm of his hand suddenly sank, as if something had fallen on the palm of his hand.

Without looking at the lottery prizes this time, Su Changqing had no hope in his heart. As the saying goes, there is no disappointment without hope. Therefore, Su Changqing looked at his hand in a blink of an eye.

A small earthy yellow bag, with two thin white strings tied tightly on it.

Looking closely, a paragraph appeared above the bag: Rice seeds can be sown in any land at any time of the year, and they mature every two days.

It seems a little familiar.,This introduction.。

Su Changqing looked at the small bag in the palm of his hand, and finally thought of something after thinking for a while.

Tearing the bag open, he carefully counted the seeds inside.

1，2，3，4...... 20, a total of 20 grains, one grain is not too much and one grain is not much.

Isn't this the only thing he can redeem in the system mall?

Seems pretty good too.

After figuring out the situation, Su Changqing tossed the small cloth bag a few times, and was quite satisfied with the prize of this lottery.

The factory is inaccessible, but during this time, reading and playing the violin and meditating is the best.

After patrolling around for an hour as usual, Su Changqing sat in the guard room again, sighed, held the bow in his hand, and played the piano quietly.

These days, although he doesn't play the piano every day, he also starts playing the piano as soon as he has time, so the level of this piano is much better than before, at least it doesn't sound as lame as before, it used to rely on feelings, but this feeling can not be integrated into the piano all the time.

Although it's just an unintentional song now, in terms of skills, it's much better than before.

Because there is no emotion to pull, naturally there is no chance to touch the additional skill of this erhu, so that it increases the immersive effect by 20%.

Although pulling the erhu is leisurely and elegant in Su Changqing's eyes, but in this dark night, this desolate piano sound is inexplicably heard, and if there are passers-by, they must shout: There are ghosts!

After playing, Su Changqing played a few more songs, all of which were familiar tunes before, and after playing, he wiped the piano and put it upright on the cushion.

At this time, the tea was already cold, and he refilled the hot water, and he didn't dislike it, so he took a sip of warm water directly.

The warm tea runs down the throat to the stomach, and it seems that you can still intuitively feel the warmth of the stomach.

After that, it was easy to pass the time, Su Changqing took out the miscellaneous books of Benzhi from his bag, and read them while drinking tea.

He's not a hairy kid anymore, and it's reasonable to say that he's not very interested in this kind of weird book.

It's just that a few days ago, he happened to experience a mysterious scene, so he became curious about these things again.

Most people don't think that they are writing a strange novel, but that they are writing a historical fact.

In other Zhiwei novels, the author will seek truth from facts and go to the local area to seek information, but "Strange Tales from Liaozhai" is more imaginative than other Zhiwei novels, to be precise, he will add his own ideas to these stories that he has heard. Therefore, Su Changqing's favorite is "Strange Tales from Liaozhai", not because of other dislikes, but because of the different degrees of love, which varies from person to person.

At this moment, he just saw the article "Changqing Monk".

This is roughly the story of the old monk returning to a young master and continuing to escape into the empty gate.

Su Changqing looked at it, but the more familiar he felt, this soul is still alive, isn't it very similar to him?

This old monk entered the body of this young master, once again abided by the rules, was firm in his mind, abandoned human desires, and left the world as before.

To be honest, after Su Changqing saw the Yi Shi clan, he was a little stunned.

If he was that old monk, he would probably only be infatuated with this red dust, and he would never enter the Buddha gate again.

It's just that he occupies the body of this young master, Su Changqing thought, this has cause and effect, if he is an old monk, he will probably stay, he can't leave this body's family and his cause and effect.

In the end, he still can't break this red dust.

He is inferior to him.

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Birds chirping in the branches, the morning air was a little cold, Su Changqing wrapped the erhu in a coat, put it on the tricycle, and carried a small bag of rice in his arms, rode the bike, stepped on the wind, and rode directly to the house on the mountainside.

The wooden door was opened, and the leaves were already screaming and running out to meet him.

This moment is also the moment that makes him feel the happiest, no matter how late or early he comes home, there will always be someone in the family who will come out to greet him.

And the kitten, which is less than 3 months old, is probably lazily lying in an unknown corner, looking at him lazily.

To be honest, after so long, Su Changqing still didn't think of the kitten's name.

When I call her on weekdays, I have to learn to meow and meow to her. Fortunately, she is also very face-saving, so that she will basically come out.

It's not that he doesn't want to name her, but he can't think of a few names that make him very satisfied with the first thought of it.

That's right, the strange word "leaves" was the name he was initially very satisfied with.

I have to say that he really doesn't have any talent for naming.

After entering the courtyard, Su Changqing did not immediately cook breakfast, but reclaimed a small piece of land in the courtyard that was relatively good compared to others, and planned to sprinkle the rice that he had drawn from the lottery before.

Basically, no one dares to plant grain on the mountainside, and Su Changqing also saw the introduction of this rice: "Any land can be sown at any time of the year, and it matures every 2 days." "And planted.

After planting the rice seeds, Su Changqing watered a little water, the fertilizer was useless, and after a few seconds, dozens of green seedlings grew directly. Moving with the wind, it looks quite pleasant.

Su Changqing surrounded these small seedlings and sighed, once again feeling the power of the system.

Even the leaves came running over and circled around the seedlings with a look of surprise. After that, he turned his gaze to Dao Miao and Su Changqing.

Don't ask him how he saw the surprise on a dog's face.

After watching this rare species, Su Changqing came to the kitchen and prepared to make today's breakfast.

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