Little Bosses and Little Monsters

"I don't have the things here. If I want to get them, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort."

"There's no such thing as a free lunch in the world."

"You can't let your agent intervene in this matter. I think you must be very busy. Can you really do it yourself?"

As a popular spicy chicken, one can imagine how busy Dijiang is.

Di Jiang is as good as others: "I am alone and usually have nothing to ask for. I have to take two days off throughout the year. I believe fans and the company can understand."

"That's fine." Shu Jing nodded.

"In this case, you should go back and make preparations early. I will notify you when the time comes."

Di Jiang waited for a while, seeing that Shu Jing had no intention of explaining, he asked, "Can you tell me the details in advance? I'll also know how to prepare."

"Don't worry, you can just go out for an outing." Shu Jing smiled.

Hearing this, Xu Ran finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stumbled in.

"Hey, where are you going? I'm going too!"

Still wondering how long he could hold back, Shu Jing frowned.

"It's a lack of someone to carry the luggage, but the conditions are unavoidable to be difficult there, this..."

Xu Ran rolled up his sleeves to reveal his white, woody, and unexpected arm and squeezed out a small bump: "I am good at carrying luggage! I have been carrying bags professionally for 30 years! Please rest assured when you leave it to me! The conditions are tough. , □□ guides us to remember hardships and think of sweets, and to be prepared for dangers in times of peace, even though I look so rich and second-generation, in fact, I am the most hard-working."

I didn't see him staring at the childish face like the rich second generation Di Jiang: "30 years..."

"This is the kung fu brought out from the womb of a mother. Who dares to put as much effort into it as I do?!"

"..."

Shu Jing endured the pain with a smile, and waved his hand in approval.

Di Jiang didn't take it seriously either, and stood up to bid farewell to Shu Jing.

When the two went out, Xu Ran followed step by step, but he didn't dare to get too close, hiding behind the curtain and watching Shu Jing send Di Jiang farewell.

"Boss, what did Di Jiang tell you before he left?"

"I didn't say anything."

"Then I see you stood there and talked for so long just now."

"Oh, by the way, Di Jiang said, young people, you should eat less hot pot and endure more hardships, less chasing celebrities and more reading."

After speaking, Shu Jing flicked his clothes and went in, hiding his achievements and fame.

Xu Ran stood there with a question mark on his face.

Tianwang held an unknown object in front of the desk and gnawed on it until he refused to give up.

Shu Jing didn't take it seriously at first, but felt wrong after a while: "Tian Wang, what did you bite?"

"Huh?" Tianwang pricked up his ears, and reluctantly let go of his teeth.

Shu Jing walked over to pick up this thing that frustrated his steel teeth for the first time since Tianwang came, and raised his brows slightly in surprise.

"What is it?" Xu Ran stretched his neck and looked curiously.

I saw a "stone" in Shu Jing's palm that was covered with Tianwang's saliva, the surface was rough and the color was mottled.

"It seems that our guest left a thank you gift in advance."

"You said it was from Dijiang?" Xu Ran snatched the wet broken stone in disbelief. He couldn't accept that the popular male god rewarded others for not giving him a car or a house or a blank check, so he just gave him a piece of money An eye-catching stone.

Shu Jing took out a spectacle cloth from the drawer behind the desk to wipe off the "stone", then turned the desk inside out, and finally looked around the study.

"Xiaohe."

The girl in the red dress floated out from behind the bookshelf holding a feather duster.

"I remember I have a Tao inkstone, where did I put it?"

"If I'm not mistaken, you're probably talking about the piece of bed that you let you use to make up your bed after you limped a bit last year."

"..." Looking at Shu Jing's expression, it might be hard for him to believe that he was such a prodigal: "Excuse me, help me replace it with something else."

The ill-fated Taohe green stone inkstone was replaced by a broken red brick, and finally left the foot of the bed where the pearl was covered with dust, and returned to its owner after washing.

Shu Jing poured a thin layer of tea into the square inkstone, and placed the pitted stone bumps on it.

Xu Ran was bluffed by his serious appearance, and watched Shu Jing's movements without daring to let go, until Shu Jing was holding the inkstone, wandering around to find an inconspicuous corner in the bookstore, let go.

"..."

Shu Jing took two steps, remembering to tell Tianwang not to bite: "Shh, don't bother it."

Tian Wang tilted his head, and Xu Ran looked confused.

In the early morning of the next day, Xu Ran stepped into the store at the point where Xiaohe opened the door as usual.

"Good morning, Xiaohe." Xu Ran said hello, taking off his baseball cap and shaking his drenched T-shirt: "Huh, the summer in Haicheng is cloudy and sunny, and the sun was so bright yesterday!"

"Don't you have an umbrella?"

"Hahaha, my original one was broken, and I only thought about buying it every time it rained, but I forgot about it as soon as it stopped falling." Xu Ran smirked as he rubbed his thorny head that stood up after being wet.

After listening, Xiaohe turned around and walked to the back of the bookstore.

Xu Ran was used to her ignoring him, so he didn't think much about it, he just thought she was going to discuss other things.

After a while, Xiaohe came back with a black umbrella.

When Xu Ran took the umbrella, his face was still a little shocked, as if it was not him who was soaked by the rain early in the morning, but Xiao He.

"Anyway, sir, he can never remember how many umbrellas he has, and he can't remember where he put them."

This means that the umbrella is not only lent to him, but also needn't be returned.

Now Xu Ran has long forgotten how he was bluffing to arrest Xiaohe and dehumanize him, so he almost knelt down and hugged Xiaohe's leg and shouted, "Little aunt, you are my reborn parents."

As if he couldn't bear Xu Ran's grateful eyes, or the shyness of being belatedly aware of such acts of helping, Xiaohe's iceberg face rarely showed a crack, and he turned his head uncomfortably, this time it was real Busy to take care of other places.

Ordinarily, Shu Jing should have woken up earlier, but he hadn't been in the bookstore at this time, and he probably suffered from lazy cancer again, hiding in the house with his big black dog that became a prodigy after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

"Hmph, dog man, man."

Xu, who was born solo, shamelessly despises Boss Shu, who has never been distracted in business, and at the same time begins to write about the adventures of the bookstore.

"There is a story" is indeed not a very big bookstore, but the magic is that you can always find some unexpected things in it, such as a bone fan that is dusty in the gaps in the bookshelf and there is something familiar on the fan. For example, the half-exposed cinnabar seal on the bright yellow broken silk cloth used as a bookmark in a certain book, or the official kiln seal covered with mud at the bottom of the porcelain bowl used to water the orchids in the yard, and Those uncovered books that are distributed irregularly, although most of the stories recorded have no beginning and no end, they can be flipped through at leisure, and it has a special taste. When you turn the pages in a trance, you can touch some things that have turned into substance and slip away quietly.Xu Ran attributed these pleasures to the fact that "there is a story" is too much and complicated, and the boss is too lazy and forgetful.

But today Xu Ran came here with a purpose, and he was still thinking about the mysterious stone egg from yesterday in his heart.

Shu Jing placed the square inkstone filled with stones on a corner of the wall where the pot was shaking, with a picture of a strange beast hanging above it, and the green stone inkstone on the bottom against the wall, but the "stone" in the inkstone was gone. trace.

"Ok?"

Xu Ran touched the stone inkstone up, down, left, right, and right.

"what's the situation?"

The stone was indeed missing. Could it be that Shu Jing was so stingy that he would come to see it in the morning and hide the stone in the evening?

He stood in front of the alien beast picture, confused.

Suddenly Xu Ran felt that something was wrong with the painting in front of him...

... The alien beast, which was drawn without spending a few strokes of ink, was so crude in appearance that it couldn't be seen at all. When did it wear a white lotus flower on its head?

Not to mention whether Shu Jing has the mood of a tiger sniffing a rose. Although this flower fits perfectly with the picture at first glance, the position is not very good, which adds a sense of ambiguity to this cool to vague beast. The shyness of holding the pipa half-hidden.

Xu Ran slowly stretched out his hand, subconsciously wanting to poke this super-violent snow lotus, but before his fingertips touched it, the flower moved at a speed that Xu Ran couldn't deceive himself that he was dazzled.

"..." Xu Ran was so frightened that he hugged his wet self.

Then Hua came up against the wall, Duan Linghua drifted, and disappeared before Xu Ran could react.

"I rely on!"

As soon as Shu Jing stepped into the bookstore, he was taken aback by Xu Ran's loud cry: "You're going to change sometime, aren't you?"

On the left side of Xu Ran's turned face was written "Damn a chicken", and on the right was "I'm so tired".

"I might really be living in a dream."

"Student Xu never forgot about my small shop in his dreams, and was flattered."

"Boss, your paintings can also become fine? Is this the legendary painted skin?"

"Painting?" Shu Jing herself can't remember how many ghosts are hiding in this small house. Sometimes the little demons passing by will quietly rest in the shop to avoid the limelight. After resting and confirming that there is no danger It is almost an unwritten agreement in their circle to leave silently. All the monsters who have heard of the legend know that as long as they don’t take the initiative to disturb Mr. Shu, it’s okay to take advantage of the shade for a while. Harmful innocent monsters, if they break the rules like Heyao and try to hide from him to escape the pursuit of the law, they can only be reduced to a turtle in the urn.But Shu Jing is very sure that the picture of a strange beast that has been hanging on the wall for many years is just an ordinary paper and ink. If he can follow him for a thousand years, he may really absorb some spiritual energy, but now it is definitely just an ordinary picture. It can no longer be an ordinary painting.

Seeing that Shu Jing didn't believe it, Xu Ran wished he could dig out his eyes to show his sincerity.

"It's true, I really saw the flowers on the painting run away by themselves! You said that if we draw a few gold bars on the painting, will they fall out by themselves tomorrow?"

"You mean flowers?" Shu Jing's eyes overflowed with a clear smile.

"Yes, hey, it's over there! Boss, look!" Xu Ran pointed at Shu Jing's back, and hurriedly pounced on him.

As soon as Shu Jing turned around, he saw a flaky white lotus that seemed to be sitting on the thick buttocks of a Chaos Beast, drifting parallel to the ground.

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Tomorrow, the annual tragic drama, "Back to School" will be staged

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