"Jingle Bell ......"

A voice echoed in his ears, and Gu Xinyan opened his eyes suddenly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Looking up, the snow-white roof was slightly gray in the faint morning light.

On the right is a wooden shelf, divided into several layers, with various notebooks stacked on top of each other, and on top of the wooden shelf are some pen cases, in which many signature pens are inserted. On the left side against the wall is a cabinet, which is also divided into several layers, and places computer consumables such as mice and keyboards.

This is a stationery store, a stationery store that is located inside the university.

I am the owner of the shop, and I have been working in this stationery store before, and I am writing some unpopular novels on the Internet while helping the boss look at the store, which is the so-called street writer. In the past summer vacation, I bought this store from my boss, and the rent and transfer fees added up to more than 90,000 yuan. However, he didn't have any cash, and the more than 90,000 yuan was converted into debt, and he would pay it back after he made money.

It's a lot of pressure!

Gu Xinyan sat up, there was a mat under him, and there were a few pieces of cardboard under the mat, and after getting up, he always felt that his whole body was sore, especially his back, and he felt very uncomfortable.

In fact, he has made some money in the past two years.

After all, he was paid to sell things in the store, and there was basically no place to use money except for eating and drinking, but all that money was spent on his only hobby.

During the winter and summer vacations, he likes to visit the antique street in the city, and likes to play some special things, antique toys and the like. Don't look at those little things that don't take up much space, and his tens of thousands of dollars thrown into them won't even bubble up.

"One, two, three, four!"

Outside the door of the store are basketball and football fields, and at this moment, there are deafening shouts, which are thousands of freshmen in military training.

Gu Xinyan hurriedly got up, swept the cold quilt grass, and put it on the top of the cabinet.

After that, open the glass door at the back, walk through the aisle with a small basin with toiletries, walk to the end of the aisle, get into the men's toilet, use the faucet in the toilet to brush your teeth and wash your face, the smell in the toilet is a little choking, but just endure it!

After spending a few minutes and getting his personal hygiene done, Gu Xinyan opened the door of the store.

At this time, the convenience store next door had already opened.

The owner of the store is a woman in her thirties, she closes later than Gu Xinyan, opens earlier than Gu Xinyan, and does not sleep in the store, she has to ride an electric car home every night, which means that she only rests for four or five hours a night.

"Morning!"

She greeted Gu Xinyan.

"Morning!"

Gu Xinyan responded unintentionally, sat behind the counter, turned on the computer, and then looked at the basketball court outside with a blank look.

The basketball court was empty, there was no one, and the freshmen were training on the football field under the basketball court, and no one could be seen in the store, only bursts of shouting could be heard.

The shouts of the teenagers and girls were full of vitality, but Gu Xinyan was sluggish.

He always felt like he had forgotten something.

What is it exactly?

I couldn't figure it out for a while.

It was because I didn't sleep well last night, right?

However, which night did you sleep well?

This shop should not be taken down, the business is average, but people are tired enough, and the rest is not good, and it has only been ten days of work, just like several years old.

By the way, what did you buy this store for in the first place?

There was some fog in the river of memory, Gu Xiaozhao couldn't see it clearly, and he couldn't remember the reason.

At half past seven, people came into the store one after another, all of them were some old students, buying mostly paper and pencils, looking at a lot of people, but they didn't actually sell much, and the pen and book were not worth much.

As for the professional plotters needed by the students of the elevator college and the construction engineering department, it has been a few days since the school started, but it has not moved.

Could it be that those guys have gone shopping online?

Or maybe there are other stores in the school that don't follow the rules and sell plotters that can only be sold by stationery stores?

Looking up at the dozen or so cardboard boxes placed on the top of the shelves on both sides, Gu Xinyan sighed, you know, he entered twenty boxes of plotters in one go, sixty in each box, a total of 1,200, if he can't sell it and smash it in his own hands, it will be miserable!

Taking a deep breath, he said silently.

"Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself......"

He hates himself like this, hates flies and dogs, hates himself who is tortured by reality and is anxious, he knows very well that this is a dilemma, a situation that firmly traps himself, however, this is life, there is no other way to survive.

I struggled all the time, but finally I fell.

If you don't want to be vulgar, you can only be lonely!

Since he was a child, since he can remember, Gu Xinyan has felt that he is different, therefore, he has always been not very gregarious, more than ten years of study and teenager career, not only no love, not even friendship, for those classmates, he has no impression at all.

Of course, in the eyes of those classmates, he was just a withdrawn guy.

In some classmates, there is even a rumor circulating that he has a brain problem and is a frequent visitor to the Sixth Hospital, because he is not a martial arts madman, so he was not forced to be hospitalized.

Gu Xinyan had also heard such rumors, but he was not angry and did not take it to heart.

To him, it was nothing.

He doesn't care what other people think.

In addition, he also felt that something was not right.

Others play collecting, either they like those antiquities, or they want to make money and appreciate, but he is the only one who just wants to find some mysterious classics in those old things, and wants to cultivate into immortals, and the reason why he wants to cultivate into immortals is to be at ease.

He had a dream to break free from the barriers of reality.

If you want to achieve this dream, fame and fortune can't solve the problem, even if you become the nine elders or the richest man in the world, you will still be rolling in the red dust after all, and you can't be at ease.

Only by becoming an immortal, transcending reincarnation, jumping out of the Three Realms, and not being in the Five Elements, can we achieve great freedom.

People with a little sense know that cultivating immortals or something is just superstition, but a legend, not scientific at all, only abnormal people will believe those bullshit.

However, Gu Xinyan thought that he was normal, but he believed that there was really a way to become an immortal.

Of course, that path must first be found.

That's why he groped in the pile of old papers, messed around in the antique world, spent a lot of money, made a lot of tatters, and found some so-called secret books of cultivation, and practiced according to those secret books for several years, but he just let out a few more farts!

He still hasn't given up.

For this reason, he would rather be a businessman he hates, in order to make more money, so that he can continue to search for Taoist scriptures during the holidays.

He doesn't like to talk, he is not good at communicating, and it is really difficult to sell things.

What exactly have you forgotten?

In the afternoon, the sun shone obliquely, the canopy was closed, and the ground at the door cast a shadow, but as time passed, the sun would eventually shine in.

On the football field, the instructor's shouting echoed in the radio and resounded throughout the campus, Gu Xinyan looked at the shadow in front of the store, and his fingers clicked on the table.

In this way, as the sun sets in the west, time passes slowly.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Gu Xinyan closed the door of the store.

Normally, he doesn't clean and mop the floor until 10 p.m. and closes the door to leave work, but the reason why it's so early today is because he has to go to the city.

Outside the Luohan Temple in the southwest of the city, there is a street decorated with modern materials, which is the antique street of the largest city in the southwest. Last night, an acquaintance called Gu Xinyan and said that he had found a strange thing.

They made an appointment to meet tonight.

The school where the stationery store is located is in the university town, and there is still some distance from the city, so it takes more than an hour to take the car, and it is faster to take the light rail, but there is no light rail near the school, so you need to take the bus to the light rail station for more than half an hour.

There is a bus stop at the entrance of the school, which can go directly to the Luohan Temple, because it is the first station, there are not many people.

After getting on the bus, Gu Xinyan walked to the last row of the bus, and then found a window position to sit down, to be honest, the last row of the bus is bumpy, not a good position, however, it is Gu Xinyan's favorite position, some psychologists say, this is a manifestation of insecurity.

In this regard, Gu Xinyan was noncommittal.

It didn't take long for the bus to start.

Sitting in the front row of Gu Xinyan was a group of students, all of whom were eighteen or nineteen-year-old young girls, and after getting in the car, they didn't stop talking, and along the way, they were chattering, like a flock of birds singing in the forest.

Gu Xinyan had a headache.

He held his head and twisted his fingers in the sun.

What have you forgotten?

After a while, the speed of the bus became faster, the trees and houses on both sides quickly retreated to the rear, and Gu Xinyan's heartbeat became more and more rapid.

The girls stopped laughing, and the sound of the tires rubbing against the road was extremely harsh.

What's going on?

Gu Xinyan stood up with the backrest in front of him, and the bus was walking in a zigzag shape on the road, shaking so hard that it was difficult to stand firmly.

Ahead, the little girls let out piercing screams.

"Master, slow down......"

Someone was crying out and pleading.

Then, the bus made a big tilt and flipped to the right, but instead of falling down, it slammed diagonally into the sidewalk, only to hear a chaotic sound, and a burst of exclamations, wails, and screams came from outside the car......

"Die!"

"Die to me!"

Inside the car, the sound of crazy laughter echoed.

Through the rearview mirror, Gu Xinyan saw the driver's appearance, his face distorted like an abstract painting, and there was only despair and madness in his eyes.

In the next second, Gu Xinyan's eyes went dark and he fell into endless darkness.

Before the darkness came flooding in, he remembered the incident he had forgotten.

It was a newspaper, and there was a news in the corner of the newspaper that a bus driver on Route 308 suddenly went crazy and drove a bus with a college student into the sidewalk, causing a tragedy of 17 deaths and 38 injuries.

"Jingle Bell ......"

A voice echoed in his ears, and Gu Xinyan opened his eyes suddenly.

Looking up, the snow-white roof was slightly gray in the faint morning light.