Undercover Cultivation Diary

After clicking "Send", Qingxuan passed the newly completed manuscript to the editor.

He leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath.The manuscript of tens of thousands of words was delayed for two days, and I finally caught up, and I was extremely tired.

"It's time to replenish the brain cells, they are all dead..." he murmured.

Turning his head and stretching his sore neck, he saw a closed red wooden door through the gap in the door.Qingxuan pursed his lips, sighed, straightened up, raised his hand and fluently typed a series of words on the keyboard. "It's better to rent it out." He said silently in his heart.Press the "Send" button again, and finally enter your name on the note: Mu Qingxuan.

Qingxuan stood up and left the computer desk. The black flip-flops made a "tapping" sound on the floor, all the way to the kitchen.There is a newspaper from the day before yesterday on the counter, and the bold black characters are very conspicuous: Mu Qingxuan, a well-known writer in Lincheng, has created a new work after "Murning", Sheng Shiqingfeng swept Lincheng again.The newspapers devoted enormous space to the incident, but there were no photographs.

His white hair was shining, and it hung softly on his thin shoulders wrapped in a white shirt, making him look a bit otherworldly.

This hair color brought him a lot of trouble. When he was a child, no one played with him. There was only a little boy with soft hair and a face like a bun. He always followed him and called him in a waxy voice. "Brother White Hair".

But there is no way, his father is French, his mother is American, both of them have blond hair, who knew he would have white hair.

Qingxuan picked up the newspaper and glanced at it briefly, then threw it into the trash can on the side.He took out a coffee mug and instant coffee from the log cabinet and started making coffee.The black powder rolled up with the boiling water, vaguely reflecting Qingxuan's eyes, deep and quiet.

He put the brewed coffee in the refrigerator.He turned around and went back to the bedroom, took a change of clothes, and went to the bathroom.

This house is a fairly large two-bedroom house, with a large living room, kitchen, and bathroom. Living alone will inevitably be a bit empty.A few days ago, I asked the editor to help him find a tenant, as long as it is a man, not a woman, and women are absolutely not allowed.He grew up in France until he was nine years old. French beauties are very confident and enthusiastic, and they always like to embrace her with their proud career lines.But as he grew up, he became bored with this kind of behavior, but out of politeness, he resisted the urge to kick him.However, just because he held back, he was "molested" all over by various women while shouting "Why are you so cute?"It was then that he crossed the ocean and came to Huaguo not far away, and settled in Lincheng.It's also fortunate that the women here are more reserved, they only look at them, and they don't rush at them casually.

The bathroom door was closed, and Qingxuan didn't see the computer information prompt bar shaking for a moment...

The snack street near midnight is full of people, bustling with people enjoying the rare indulgence at midnight.

In the park not far from the snack street, the moonlight gently covers the grass, and there is a quietness here.The world was quiet, and the fireflies stopped on the lantern grass in a daze.The weather was slightly cool, and the leaves were trembling, shaking out a piece of silver light from the mottled shadow of the tree, which lightly sprinkled on the head of the person under the tree, and the hair reflected a piece of light.

Qingxuan lazily leaned against the tree, narrowed his eyes, and listened to the rustling of the leaves above his head.

"Hey, so you're here!" A man stepped over the knee-high grass and trotted towards him.This man is about 25 or 1.8 years old, his hair is dyed sorrel, and it stays long, sticking softly to his shoulders. He is half a head taller than Qingxuan, about [-] meters. He is very handsome in a custom-made suit, and he is wearing white. Compared with Qingxuan in the sleeveless sportswear, she is much more mature.

"Qingxuan." He stopped, put his hands on his knees, and slowly breathed, his voice was like a mountain waterfall, low and full of surprise.

Qingxuan waited for him to stand up, and slowly walked side by side to the park exit.

"You didn't tell me when you came back. I just learned from my sister that you live next to my company."

"Well. You just took over the company, are you busy?" Qingxuan kicked the small stone inadvertently, "Su Yu."

"It's okay, not very busy." Su Yu replied.

Qingxuan and him were classmates in high school, and they went to university together. He majored in literature, and Su Yu was in economic management. They didn't separate until Qingxuan came to Huaguo a few years ago.He was originally studying in France, but recently returned to China and started to help his father manage the domestic business.

His older sister is Qingxuan's newly signed editor in China, Su Qingqiu.He just learned from Su Qingqiu yesterday that Qingxuan came to settle in Lincheng after finishing the autograph meeting.

Su Yu put his arms around Qingxuan's shoulders, and said, "Why haven't you cut your hair yet? It's too long."

"You still talk about me, you..."

Before Qingxuan finished speaking, Su Yu interrupted him, "I heard from my sister that your house is rented out! Take me to take a look?"

"Are you so free, big boss?" Qing Xuan teased him.The house is rented out?He just came out to look for food and hasn't paid attention to it yet.

Qingxuan patted his hand on his shoulder, "Let go, I'm going back, come and play tomorrow when I'm free!" He said he wanted to take his hand off, and waved at him as he walked forward.

The community he lives in is not a high-end community, and he only rents here because it is relatively quiet.Qingxuan's house is on the fourth floor. When he went up the stairs, the sensor lights in the corridor turned on, and he found someone stinging at the door of his house.

I was really stinging, I picked my fingernails one by one, but there was no sound.

"Hello?" Qingxuan made a tentative voice.

The other party turned his head slowly and looked at him expressionlessly.The face is pretty good, a little handsome, it was in the middle of the night, and there was a sensor light between the two of them, it didn't move for a while, and then went out again.Qingxuan stomped his feet, the light turned on, and he realized that there was a large suitcase at the man's feet.

He remembered what Su Yu told him about renting out the house.This person, is it?

"Are you the landlord?" the man said suddenly.

Qingxuan said: "Well, I'll open the door for you, and I'll give you the key to the door later, come on, come in first."

He took a few steps forward, and the man suddenly stared at his hair.He hesitated and asked, "Why is your hair white?"

Qingxuan glanced at him, didn't speak, stepped forward and opened the door for him.

The man followed him into the house.

"Your room is the one on the right. The bathroom and the kitchen are shared. The monthly rent is 2500. You pay half a year at a time. Of course, if you don't live for a long time, I won't force you." Qingxuan handed a new pair of slippers to he. "I'm an internet writer and I don't usually go out, so please bring your trash when you go out, and I'll take care of the rest."

Qingxuan opened the door for him. The room was very clean, with a single bed, a matching wardrobe, a small desk, and some sports facilities. It was simple and tidy.

The man entered the room, threw the large suitcase in his hand beside the bed, sat down on the bed, patted the sheet, and said lightly to Qingxuan: "You haven't answered me yet."

Qingxuan smiled at him: "Natural."

After speaking, he closed the door.

The next morning, the sun had just shone some faint light through the curtains, reflecting a patch of light on the log floor.

Qingxuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, sat up, and the beige quilt slid from his shoulders to his waist, revealing his slender collarbone and smooth waist muscles.He yawned, got up and put on a vest, black boxer shorts on his lower body, and opened the door.

Then his body was stabbed, the man seemed to have taken something, hurriedly turned back to the room and slammed the door.

What's the matter, last night the new tenant was breaking my door early in the morning?

He lifted the lower end of the vest and looked at the place where it was pierced. There was only a small red spot, and the skin was not broken. Before he could put down his clothes, the opposite door opened again. Yes, a red streak appeared under the tall nose, and then the head retracted.

"???" Qingxuan didn't know why.It seemed that he hadn't asked his name last night. Qingxuan walked to his door and knocked on the door twice: "Please open the door?"

Three seconds of silence inside and outside the door...

The door didn't open.

After another three seconds of silence, Qingxuan opened the door by himself.The people in the room were obviously looking for tissues to stuff their noses in a panic. As soon as they found them and blocked their noses with tissues, they met Qingxuan's eyes. Holding a tissue, he introduced himself to Qingxuan: "My name is Qin Shuo," and then said: "I didn't do it on purpose, nosebleeds don't listen to me."

At this time, Qingxuan's attention has been attracted by the things on the bed: an oversized white plush rabbit, a dozen small plush toys, teddy bears, elephants, rabbits, dogs, giraffes, cats...

Qin Shuo was like a child who made a mistake, standing aside with his head down, completely unaware of what he was looking at.

Qingxuan paused, pretending he didn't see anything, and said to him, "Come out for dinner."

"okay."

Sandwiches and a cup of hot milk were placed on the table, Qingxuan took out the iced coffee from last night, and the two sat on both sides of the table.

Qin Shuo looked at the quilt beside Qingxuan's hand, and frowned, still braving the cold.

"Why do you drink ice so early in the morning?" he asked.

Unexpectedly, Qingxuan just picked up the cup and took a sip, then raised his eyes and looked at him inexplicably.

Qin Shuo opened his mouth and said nothing.At this time, his cell phone rang.He picked up his cell phone, walked to the kitchen, and connected the call.

"You don't need to know where I am...I'll take care of it...I'll take care of what needs to be provided over there..."

Gradually lowered his voice, and after three to five seconds, a roar erupted from the kitchen: "Who the hell is giving me a woman again, I'll beat him! My dad can't even do anything to me!"

Qingxuan picked up a sandwich and took a bite.Well, the lettuce is good, the tomato is a bit old, try it with some cream tomorrow.

The roar over there continued: "I don't want a woman! You keep it for yourself! I don't want a woman even if I'm suffocated to death! I don't want a man!"

Qingxuan finished his coffee, went back to his room, took off his clothes, and planned to take a shower again.The environment here always makes him uncomfortable.

"I'm going to the pharmacy..." Qingxuan murmured.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Qin Shuo: Brother Baimao, I don't want those messy women, I only need Brother Baimao! ! ! (^O^)

Qingxuan: Good boy. ╮(￣▽￣"")╭