Chapter 12 Chapter 9

Seeing that he had closed the book suddenly, Xiaorong wondered, "What's the matter?" Luo Zhongxia had lost the desire to read, so he pointed to the clock in front of the blackboard and said, "It's almost time, it's time to go back." "Oh, that's good." The two got up and packed their things, and walked out of the classroom towards the living area.Luo Zhongxia had conflicts in his heart, Xiaorong was indifferent by nature, and the two had nothing to say all the way.When he was approaching the entrance of the boys' dormitory building, Luo Zhongxia remembered that Xiao Rong hadn't been placed anywhere yet.He stopped in his tracks and asked, "Then... um... what are you going to do at night?"

"Don't worry, I'm right here." "This...that's not good, why don't you go back to the thrift store and come back tomorrow morning." Xiaorong was unmoved: "My grandfather said that you are most likely to be attacked at night." "But you just stand outside like this all night?" "Don't forget, I have been able to endure loneliness the most since I was a child." Xiaorong smiled slightly. Luo Zhongxia looked at the windows of the upstairs bedroom of the dormitory, thinking that Lao Qi must have told everyone about it, and that he had a narrow escape to go back tonight, and he would definitely be interrogated by those satyrs until midnight.

After thinking about it, Luo Zhongxia made up his mind.He turned around and grabbed Xiaorong's hand, "Forget it, let's go outside and find a place to spend the night." "what?!" Even Xiao Rong, who was as calm as Xiao Rong, was so frightened that his eyes widened.Luo Zhongxia hurriedly waved his hands and explained: "Ah, don't get me wrong, I mean go outside and find an Internet cafe that can last all night. I can't sleep with my head covered in the dormitory, and you stand outside." "Where...is it far from the university?" "Not far, just next to it. It's better to eat and drink there than to blow the cool breeze outside."

Luo Zhongxia talked and gestured, spit everywhere, and tried his best to persuade Xiao Rong; Xiao Rong thought about it, felt that what he said was not unreasonable, and nodded in agreement.So the two of them broke out of the living area and went to Zhanshen Internet Cafe. It was about eleven o'clock at this moment, and the students who were supposed to go back to the dormitory had all gone back, and those who wanted to stay overnight hadn't finished their supper yet, so the room was quite quiet.It's just that there was a smell of sweat and cigarettes mixed in the air, which made Xiao Rong frowned and covered her nose with disgust on her face.

"It's okay, it's okay, just ventilate for a while." Luo Zhongxia was afraid that Xiao Rong would repent. He looked around and saw the boss coming out with a box of empty Red Bull cans.Luo Zhongxia smiled and said, "Hey, Boss, there are quite a few people here for psychological counseling today." "Hey, let me tell you, today's college students are not as good as one generation after another, and their mentality is extremely fragile." The boss walked over while shaking his head. He saw Xiao Rong behind Luo Zhongxia, raised his eyebrows, and put He pulled aside and whispered, "Hey...it's done so quickly?"

"No, that's not the case." Luo Zhongxia hurriedly argued, for fear that Xiao Rong would hear the seizure.The boss showed that ambiguous smile that knew everything again, and nodded again and again, "I know, I know, your cousin came to visit you and couldn't find a place to live, so you accompany her to the Internet cafe to pass the time, right?" "Yep." "Shit, I didn't use that excuse when I was in college." The boss gave him a symbolic slap on the head, and then readily extended his right hand to Xiao Rong: "Hello, my name is Yan Zheng, Yan is Yan Zhenqing's Yan, and Zheng is the one who understands politics and harmonizes people."

"Wei Xiaorong." Xiaorong smiled and held out her hand, and the two shook hands.Luo Zhongxia dragged Yan Zheng aside and asked in a low voice, "Hey, that's not how you introduced me before." "What song to sing on what mountain. The girl Xiaorong is from a scholarly family and has an elegant temperament. Let me tell you Yan Zhenqing, do you know who he is?" Yan Zheng's words choked Luo Zhongxia back.He quickly opened two adjacent machines for them, and gave them two cans of Red Bull.Luo Zhongxia hurriedly pushed back a can, saying that one can was enough, and returned with a bottle of iced black tea.

Arriving in front of the computer, Luo Zhongxia pulled away the chair and casually asked Xiaorong, "Have you ever surfed the Internet before?" "Are you laughing at me?" Xiaorong was displeased, Luo Zhongxia scratched his head awkwardly, "No, I always feel like you... er... Immortals should be incompatible with the real world." "We are just ordinary people with pen spirits, what kind of immortals are we..." Xiao Rong suddenly looked dark, "But you are right. Our Wei family has a thousand-year destiny, and everyone has accepted it since birth. All kinds of training, seldom touch the normal life of ordinary people.”

Luo Zhongxia was a little apologetic, and just about to say something to comfort him, Yan Zheng popped up without losing the opportunity. "Miss Xiao Rong seldom surfs the Internet, right?" Xiao Rong raised her head and replied with great interest, "How do you know?" Yan Zheng walked behind Xiao Rong, grabbed the back of her chair with both hands, and leaned forward. "Let me tell you, people who come to Internet cafes every day, such as Lao Luo, habitually put their right hand in front of the computer desk for easy grasping of the mouse, and rest their left hand on the keyboard, so they can enter the state at any time; you see now , hands folded in front of the table, thumbs raised slightly, wrists hanging in the air, one can see that I seldom use computers, but use brushes more, right?"

"Boss, you are amazing." "Of course, fortune tellers have always said that I have the destiny to be a mystery novelist." "Hey, last time you said that you are destined to be a psychiatrist!" Luo Zhongxia couldn't sit still beside her. Yan Zheng waved his finger at him, then said to Xiaorong: "If you don't give up, let me teach you how?" "Okay." Xiaorong nodded, showing a refreshing smile.Luo Zhongxia also moved her head closer, and said to Yan Zheng vigilantly, "Why don't we take her to play CS together." "CS fights and kills, it's not suitable for girls." Just as Yan Zheng finished speaking, Xiaorong turned to Luo Zhongxia and said, "Student Luo Zhongxia, you have more important homework, right?"

The latter shrank back angrily like a deflated ball, and took out "The Complete Works of Li Taibai". Yan Zheng looked left and right, and said with a smile, "Hey! You're quite strict, it's the first time I've seen an Internet cafe reading poetry all night." He winked at Luo Zhongxia again , "You will suffer a lot in the future." After hearing this, Luo Zhongxia didn't know whether to cry or laugh. So Luo Zhongxia obediently picked up the book and read it in the dark.And Yan Zheng taught Xiaorong to surf the Internet and hang out on some fashion and mood websites that girls are interested in.Luo Zhongxia sneaked sideways glances from time to time, but fortunately, Yan Zheng was quite polite, and he didn't teach her to hold the mouse with his hands. Reading text is different from playing games. Luo Zhongxia started to feel sleepy after twelve o'clock, so he had to drink Red Bull desperately to support himself.Over there, Yan Zheng has already completed the teaching task, and Xiao Rong Bingxue can do it if she is smarter.When Yan Zheng had nothing to do, he told a few jokes and talked about anecdotes, which made Xiao Rong giggle, and the atmosphere was so harmonious that the young people beside him were sour. Fortunately, Xiao Rong was able to surf the Internet independently soon, and Yan Zheng returned to the counter to greet other customers. The night is long.There is a saying that ten years will pass by with a flick of the fingers, but ten years will be better with a flick of the fingers unintentionally.Holding the poem scroll, Luo Zhongxia felt that the time was like years, but Xiaorong lived smoothly, flying by for a few hours in a blink of an eye. That's it until five o'clock in the morning.Luo Zhongxia often stays up all night, and knows that this time point is a hurdle, and this is the most sleepy time for everyone who stays up all night.He drank Red Bull to refresh himself beforehand, but Xiaorong didn't know the secret, although he tried his best to support it, his tiredness could not be concealed on his face. Seeing that the time had come, Luo Zhongxia leaned over and asked with concern, "Are you sleepy?" "It's okay...heh..." Xiaorong answered vaguely, stretched her arms slightly, and unexpectedly exploded several consecutive yawns. "Why don't you rest for a while, staying up all night is not good for your skin." "Hmph, it wasn't your fault." "It should be fine now, the bad guys have to sleep too. If something happens, I'll wake you up again." "But... there's nowhere to lie down here." Luo Zhongxia saw that there was a door, and quickly replied: "There is a long chair over there, and it's quite comfortable to lie on." After listening to Luo Zhongxia's words, Xiaorong hesitated for a while, and she was really sleepy, so she couldn't stand Luo Zhongxia's persuasion, so she walked over.She was already lying down, but she got up again and said: "If something suspicious happens, please wake me up. The Zhuge family's attack methods are more extensive than we imagined." "sure." Xiaorong couldn't be relieved, she turned over and went to sleep after repeated admonitions.Yan Zheng was lying on the counter, knocking a thick stack of ID cards in his hand, and squinting at Luo Zhongxia: "Let me tell you, although it is inappropriate to meddle in your affairs, you can see how considerate they are to you." , young man, you have to cherish it.” "what?" "Stop pretending to be confused. You deliberately lured her to the Internet cafe from the very beginning, so you can get away with it, right?" "You, you misunderstood, that's not the case..." Luo Zhongxia stammered, "I've been away for a few hours, and I'll be back at seven or eight at the earliest. Let her wait for me here." After speaking, he ignored Yan Zheng's suspicious gaze and hurriedly left Zhanshen Internet Cafe.Seeing his disappearance, Yan Zheng shook his head, walked over to Xiaorong and covered him with a coat, and went back to the counter to continue working. After leaving Zhanshen Internet Cafe, Luo Zhongxia immediately stopped a night taxi, opened the door and sat in the back row.The driver looked back at Luo Zhongxia suspiciously, and asked, "Where are you going?" "Flea market." Luo Zhongxia said half nervously and half excitedly. Ever since the long talk that night, Luo Zhongxia has decided to go to the flea market again.Last week, the fortune teller predicted that he had a strange change, and he almost hit all of them: the way to die is R and O, which are the initial letters of the word "Rong" in "Ou" and Xiaorong; It's that pen.Luo Zhongxia couldn't help but not believe it.Right now, he is trapped both internally and externally, and this is the only possible life-saving straw.He finally got rid of Wei Xiaorong, so he had to hurry up to find the old man and find a way to pray for relief. When we arrived at the second-hand goods market, it was still dark, and a crescent moon was hanging in the sky, but we were still in good spirits, and there was no sign of the moon's waning west.There are not too many people in front of the market. Vendors selling tofu nao, fried dough sticks, wontons and pancakes have just set up their stalls, and businessmen in twos and threes are chatting in front of the stalls; He flapped his wings and lazily called out twice. Ordinarily, today is not the weekend, and although the flea market still opens at five o'clock as usual, the fortune-teller may not come, and even if he does, he may not come so early.Luo Zhongxia made up his mind to wait here until the old man came. Xiao Rong probably wouldn't wake up until eight or nine o'clock, which was plenty of time. Luo Zhongxia entered the market and walked around inside, but the fortune teller did not come.He asked a few hawkers, but they all said they didn't know him.Finally, a middle-aged woman said she knew this old man, her surname was Xue, she lived in Nancheng, and she came here to sit every day, but usually it was after seven o'clock. Luo Zhongxia looked at his watch, it was only a little past five o'clock, and there were still two hours left.Reluctantly, he went to the entrance of the market to buy a bowl of tofu nao, ate it with two deep-fried dough sticks, and went back to the flea market to wander around to eat. At this moment, there are not enough people coming, and there are not many second-hand goods to see.Luo Zhongxia wandered all the way, doing whatever he wanted, and after an unknown amount of time, when he raised his head, he suddenly realized that he had unknowingly walked into that courtyard. The small courtyard is still the same, but the phoenix tree stands in the dark, which is a bit more dark than the daytime.The doors of the other shops were closed, obviously not yet opened, only the door of Mo Yuxuan was slightly opened halfway.There is silence all around, the moon hangs obliquely on the corner of the eaves of the courtyard, and the corners of the glazed eaves set off the coldness of the moon. "My bad luck started here." Luo Zhongxia sighed secretly, if he hadn't come over to eavesdrop that day, he wouldn't have caused such troubles, and now he is probably sleeping in the dormitory carefree. A sad place should not stay for long.He turned around to leave, but the pen spirit in his chest suddenly started to vibrate again. Luo Zhongxia was shocked. If it wasn't for some major induction, the Qinglian pen would definitely not be so active.He looked around, but there was no sound in the courtyard.He took a few steps forward, and found that the frequency of the pen spirit's jumping was different. Three steps to the right, the spirit of the pen is excited; three steps back, the recovery slows down again. Is this something like a radar? Although Luo Zhongxia didn't know what was going on, her curiosity overshadowed everything else.He tentatively took a few more steps to the right, and his pen spirit was greatly stimulated, so he groped forward according to this rule. The small courtyard is not big, Luo Zhongxia slowly detoured around the right path, and explored step by step.After several trials, he finally figured out the right direction, and gradually walked to the plane tree behind Mo Yuxuan's room.At this time, the vibration of the pen spirit had reached a limit. He probed and looked, and couldn't help gasping. Under the sycamore tree, there was a person curled up impressively. The man was wearing a white tracksuit with his arms crossed, his head was covered by the hood of the tracksuit, his legs were curled up into a ball, and his body twitched from time to time, which was the only sign that he was still alive. Luo Zhongxia hurriedly took out his mobile phone and prepared to call 110.He moved closer, trying to take a closer look with the night light of the phone, but was surprised to find that the person lying down was very familiar.It was Mo Yuxuan's boss, Zhao Feibai who helped Zheng He find a pen. "Why did the boss faint at the back of his shop?" Luo Zhongxia said to himself. I saw Zhao Feibai in the hood frowning tightly, his lips were pale, and his whole complexion was as pale as bamboo paint.Luo Zhongxia desperately suppressed his panic, touched his breath with his hand, felt a very weak breath, and felt relieved. At least he's still alive. Although he helped Zheng He take away his pen, it was just an old grudge.Now that human life is at stake, Luo Zhongxia can't care about these trivial matters.As for why he fainted here, where Zheng He and Wuxin Sanzhuo pens are, these are all waiting to rescue people. He patted Zhao Feibai's face and shouted "Hello" a few times, but Zhao Feibai didn't respond, his hands were still tightly clenched, as if extremely cold. "Let's get it to the hospital as soon as possible." Luo Zhongxia picked up the phone and just pressed two numbers when he heard footsteps outside.He stood up and wanted to call out loudly, but suddenly an ominous feeling rushed into his heart and suppressed his voice. He quietly turned off the phone, dodged to hide on the other side of Mo Yuxuan, his heart and pen were beating wildly. The sound of footsteps approached, and there was only one person who came, but the sky was not clear, and the appearance and clothes were not clear. This person arrived in front of Mo Yuxuan first, took out the key and unlocked the door, pushed the door open and entered.Not long after, he opened the door again and came out, walked around to the back of the room, and happened to find Zhao Feibai under the plane tree. Luo Zhongxia clung to the wall at the corner, not daring to speak out. The man kicked the unconscious Zhao Feibai with his feet, seeing no reaction, he smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to run, but you still have the strength to crawl here." Zhao Feibai naturally did not respond. "Originally we had a good relationship, I didn't want to hurt your life, who told you to resist. Isn't it just a nephew of a family friend, why is this so?" Luo Zhongxia was secretly startled, her tone seemed to be talking about Zheng He.There was a sound of clothes grinding on the ground, and someone dragged Zhao Feibai's leg back to Mo Yuxuan.Judging by the way she lifts the weight with ease, it is effortless to lift the person who weighs more than one hundred catties. "Should I call the police or..." Luo Zhongxia hesitated, and decided to take another look at the situation.Step by step, he carefully walked to the door of Mo Yuxuan, the door was not closed firmly, leaving a small gap for him. The man happened to have his back to the crack of the door, this time Luo Zhongxia saw clearly that he was wearing a windbreaker, but he was not tall.He threw Zhao Feibai aside casually, turned on the fluorescent lamp, then took out a small bamboo tube from his arms, and put it on the red sandalwood table.This tube is about ten centimeters long, made of dark blue bamboo slices and made of gold thread. It seems that there are a few lines of writing painted on it, but it is too far away to see clearly. Looking further into the room, Luo Zhongxia was startled. Sitting cross-legged on a simple camp bed with his eyes closed, it was Zheng He. But how terrible was his appearance! Zheng He's entire face was completely eroded by cyan, and his exposed arms were also bulging with blue veins, and the black was purple, making him look like a ghost.His face was originally square, but now it became thinner and thinner, as if stretched and straightened by an unknown force, with sunken temples. Luo Zhongxia suddenly thought that Zheng He at this time was somewhat similar to Ying Tong. The man in the windbreaker pressed his hands on Zheng He's middle and temples for a few seconds each, and then touched Zheng He's lower abdomen, a flash of light flashed, and a tube of brushes could be vaguely seen in the dantian.She said to herself: "It's strange, even if it is Wuxin Sanzhuo Brush, why is it refined so slowly?" Zheng He was still silent, she patted Zheng He's head, and said with a sudden smile: "But it doesn't matter, I'll just wait another ten minutes, and when the sun rises, you can start working as my servant pen boy." New life, this is your blessing." Hearing these words, Luo Zhongxia was terrified.Previously, he only knew that the brush boy was made from a brush, but that old fox Wei Shiran never mentioned that the brush boy needs living people as materials. He was afraid in his heart, and his body naturally shrank back. In his heart, heaven and man were at war, and he didn't know whether to save Zheng He's life or escape by himself.Although Zheng He hates it, he is his classmate after all.Although Luo Zhongxia is muddled, it is difficult for him to sit back and watch others are on the verge of desperation and ignore them. At this time, the sky is already pale, and the sun will rise soon.The life and death of one person, no, two people, no, the life and death of three people is in the control of his own thoughts, Luo Zhongxia suddenly bears a heavy psychological pressure, and his breathing begins to become heavy unconsciously. "Who is it?!" The man in the windbreaker shouted sharply. Luo Zhongxia was shocked, turned around and ran away. It's too late.