Little Bosses and Little Monsters

"Dang..."

The door was opened lightly, and the hanging stone wind chime happened to be touched. Several colorful and irregular pebbles on the wind chime collided with each other, making a slightly dull bell.

The last customer left the bookstore.

The sky was completely dimmed, and the blinds in front of the wall windows were suddenly closed with a neat "swish", and the few golden rays of sunlight cut out on the ground were swept away.At the same time, several wall lamps with strange and different shapes lighted up silently, and the orange light emitted shrouded the closed bookstore into a drowsy and peaceful atmosphere.

"Click"

A pair of blue and white slender hands let go of the closed door lock, and slowly fell back to the sides of the body. The rust-red skirt swayed slightly, and the owner of the body turned around.

It was a girl who looked no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, wearing a long rust red dress that reached the floor, with a petite figure, a small face with slapped hands, a very delicate face, a small nose and mouth, and thick black long hair Putting it on the back of his head, Qi Liuhai also covered his forehead tightly, showing that a pair of black eyes under the bangs are round and big like a cat.

She walked slowly through the rows of bookshelves, and put the books that the guests had misplaced randomly back to their original places one by one, and arranged them neatly.

Although this task is simple, it takes a lot of time to do it, not to mention that the girl's movements are always smooth, and the frequency has not changed in the slightest.When all this was done, the sky outside the store had completely plunged into darkness.

She walked to the depths of the bookstore, and behind the layers of bookshelves, there was still a single desk lamp on.

Turning around the bookshelf, the picture spreads out like flowing water in sight. The old mahogany desk is placed against the wall. On the table is a celadon tea bowl, a pair of black half-rimmed glasses, an open book, and a person behind the desk buried his head in reading. people.

"Sir." The girl called softly to the people behind the table.

The person behind the table moved slightly, leaned back, and looked up at the girl, revealing a pair of gray-blue eyes.

The man leaned lazily on the back of the chair, with his elbows resting on the armrests, and his hands lightly clasped together in front of his chest.He was wearing a clean cotton white long-sleeved short shirt with silver buttons buttoned up to the neckline.

This is not such an amazing man when I first met him. Except for the weird pupil color, the usual eyebrows and eyes, and the usual nose and mouth, it's just that when all these are put together on his face, there is an indescribable taste, the smile on the corner of his mouth... The meaning is both shallow and deep, carelessly forgiving the world, and understating the gentle years.

Shu Jing gently rubbed the center of his brows, and asked, "Xiaohe, what time is it?"

"It's past eight."

He listened for a moment with his head sideways, and pondered: "It's raining..."

"Yes."

"After half a year of drought, it finally rained."

Shu Jing tapped the table with her slender fingers, her eyes seemed to be empty, but a little far away.

Xiaohe tilted her head in confusion.

After another moment of silence, Shu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, picked up the glasses on the table with one hand and put them on, making the different pupils less obvious.

"Are you going out?"

"Yes." Shu Jing walked past her with a smile and came out from behind the desk.

Xiaohe followed him all the way to the store door, Shu Jing picked up the black umbrella leaning against the wall, turned around and told Xiaohe: "Don't worry, I'll be back soon, help me put away the books."

"What are you going to do?"

Shu Jing straightened his collar meticulously, and his smile was a bit meaningful, Xiao He vaguely felt that Mr. Shu's rare excitement was in it.

"secret."

"Dang clang..."

Shu Jing opened the door, and a curtain of rain fell under the eaves.

He opened the black umbrella, cut off the transparent barrier, stepped on the grotesque lights and shadows on the stone steps, and walked into the watery night.

The old store door behind him was closed, and the signboard above it was written with five words - "There is a story".

Returning to the quiet store, Xiaohe was stunned towards the store door for a while, and then she came back to her senses, followed Shu Jing's instructions and returned to the desk, closed the book that was still spread on the table, and on the cover was written is the title of a recent popular online fantasy novel.

The rain-wet city fell into silence earlier than usual, and the street lights in the rain seemed to come from another world in the mirror.

Shu Jing's clean crescent moon white cloth shoes trampled through the city settled in the stagnant water, leaving a string of ripples along the curb.

He walked through a brightly lit commercial area, through a peaceful and peaceful apartment complex, through a deserted old town, and stopped at the intersection of several streets and alleys. For a moment, it seemed that only wind and rain remained The sound of disturbing leaves.

A section of the street near the green belt heard the sharp laughter of children, and Shu Jing followed the sound and walked over.

There were three children standing by the side of the road, throwing stones into the grass. The children's enthusiasm for playing was like their inexplicable boiling energy, which would not be easily quenched by the rain.

"It's late."

The sound of the stranger's sudden approach startled the three children, and when they looked at Shu Jing, their nervous eyes revealed their pity again, and they were completely different from the barking teeth and claws just now.

Shu Jing walked against the light, under the shadow of the black umbrella, only a vague and deep outline could be seen, so even though Shu Jing's smile was as gentle as ever, the three children could only feel the growing panic as they looked at each other.

However, children are often more sensitive than adults to things hidden behind the dark. Maybe who knows what they really saw.

"It's still raining, mom and dad are going to worry."

The children took two steps back slowly, then turned around suddenly and ran away screaming.

Shu Jing put down her umbrella, revealing an innocent face.

The rain was much weaker than it was at the beginning, only a few dribbles, and the feeling of being drenched was not obvious, but the whole body was soaked in a short while.Putting away the umbrella, Shu Jing walked to the place where the children were standing just now, and saw the haystack in front of him trembling slightly.

He squatted down and pushed aside the weeds, revealing the shivering little thing that couldn't even hum.

Shu Jing stretched out her hand to fiddle with her, her smile was a little evil on purpose, but her movements were as gentle as a caress.The little guy in the grass trembled, maybe it finally came into contact with a heat source, it raised its small head, and eagerly approached Shu Jing's finger, it seemed that it had just opened its eyes for a few days, and it almost instinctively opened its mouth to hold the finger tip.

I don't know who was abandoned here, what a pity.

Rubbing the soft gums with her fingers, Shu Jing's smile became softer, holding the dirty and wet little thing in her arms with both hands.

It was a small ball, which didn't take up much volume in his arms, rubbed against Shu Jing's clothes, trying hard to get into the deeper warmth, as if he had completely entrusted himself to this person.

"Oh, let's go home."

Shu Jing smiled lightly, and said softly to his arms.

Back at the bookstore, Xiaohe stood by the door to welcome Shu Jing, as if she hadn't moved since Shu Jing left.

Seeing Shu Jing coming back drenched, Xiao He didn't show any sign at all, probably already used to the occasional convulsions and self-willedness, but showed great interest in the arching shadow in Shu Jing's arms .

Shu Jing took the towel that Xiao He conjured up from somewhere, but didn't use it to wipe the water on his head and body. Instead, he wrapped the little passenger in his arms and put it on the table to wipe it carefully.

Now Xiaohe could see clearly that it was a little puppy just born about ten days old, only about the size of two fists, the whole body was black, only the tip of the nose and soft paws showed a little pink, no breed could be discerned. He was looking around with his head up and his mouth wide open.

"Woooooooo..."

Xiaohe watched all this in amazement.

"Sir, he's calling!"

"Yeah, you'll bark when you're hungry." Shu Jing casually said something perfunctory, and then remembered—"Oh, I forgot, you won't be hungry."

"You've probably gotten really old lately."

Shu Jing looked at Xiao He injuredly: "Don't be so serious."

"With all due respect, maybe you could tell me where your umbrella is?"

"..."

Shu Jing blinked, blinked, an action of putting down the umbrella before picking up the puppy flashed in his mind.

"……oops."

"It doesn't matter, since the number of times you throw your umbrella is proportional to the number of rainy days, I have already prepared a lot of umbrellas. You don't have to worry that I will dislike you, anyway, people get thicker with age. " Xiaohe said seriously.

"Woooooo!"

The puppy shook its head and whimpered, as if echoing Xiaohe.

"You little white-eyed wolf, who am I doing this for?"

Shu Jing smiled and nodded the puppy's head, vigorously wiped off the water and dirt on its body, picked up the little guy with one hand who was trying to express his hunger and dissatisfaction with his mouth open, and walked to the back of the bookstore.

Opening a small wooden door, there is actually a hole in the back of the bookstore.

A small courtyard, planted with various orchids, on the other side of the courtyard are two simple huts side by side, the larger one is Shu Jing's residence, and the smaller one is the kitchen.

"Help me cook a bowl of goat's milk, and bring me another chopstick, please?"

After instructing Xiaohe, Shu Jing entered the room, temporarily put down the little milk dog, and began to tidy up herself.

When Xiaohe came in, Shu Jing had just changed his clothes, and his glasses had already been removed, revealing his unusual pupils again.

Xiaohe put the things on the table, right next to the little milk dog.

The puppy smelled the scent of milk almost immediately, his limbs could not support him to stand, and he could not even maintain his balance when lying on his stomach. His body was tilted to one side by Tan Xun's head, and he whimpered more urgently.

Shu Jing sat down at the table, dipped the goat's milk with his chopsticks, and delivered it to the puppy's mouth.

The sweet smell in the mouth attracted the puppy to make an instinctive sucking reaction, but unfortunately this is not a pacifier, and after a while, it can’t suck. The puppy whined anxiously, stimulated by the food, his barking Much larger than the weak state at the beginning.

Shu Jing unhurriedly dipped the goat's milk to feed him again.

This method is stupid and slow, but seeing Shu Jing's concentration, it seems that at this moment, no one wants to disturb him to continue with anything.

Xiaohe looked at it silently for a while, then backed out silently.

Unlike Shu Jing who has a dedicated bedroom, her residence is the study in front.

In the bookstore, I don't know if I know that I am no longer useful tonight, the wall lamps on the wall are slightly dimmed, and the dark and cold clusters in the darkness suddenly reveal a strange atmosphere.In a daze, Xiaohe slid across the rows of bookshelves with no expression and no sound. There were no eyeballs in her eye sockets, and instead, there were two faint green fires.

The author has something to say:

I was in a bad mood so I opened the hole

Happy New Year dears!