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Chapter Thirteen: As the saying goes, sharpening knives does not mistake woodcutters

At night, He Wen still slept very late.

At least until Jiang Sheng went to sleep, he had no intention of resting.

It wasn't until the morning of the next day, when Jiang Sheng woke up leisurely, lying between a few stacks of books and a few stacks of game CDs, that he saw He Wen sleeping soundly on the bed.

The young man at the moment was not even in his pajamas, he had not even changed out of the clothes he had worn for two days. His hair was messy, as if he had taken off his shoes and fallen asleep on the bed.

There is no attempt to take care of oneself at all, it can be regarded as a real slovenliness.

It was obvious that He Wen stayed up late again last night. This made his face look even more tired. Even when he was asleep, his brows were always furrowed. It was as if he had dreamed of something bad.

He Wen's room is not big, it can even be said to be quite small.

One bedroom, one kitchen and one bathroom is basically the most common style of rental house in an apartment building.

Therefore, Jiang Sheng could see the whole room clearly at a glance.

This was probably the first time that it looked aimlessly at the layout of the house.

The black cat and the young man sleep in the same bedroom, and this bedroom also functions as a study room and a living room.

The computer is placed under the poster on the right side of the window, and on the balcony on the left, the potted plant is still hanging down.

Apart from the bed, the largest piece of furniture in the room is probably the bookshelf next to the door, which takes up most of the wall.

However, there are not many books on the bookshelf. Most of the books placed between the partitions are strange and strange objects.

For example, toys, ornaments, metal crafts, etc...

My hobbies are quite complex.

While thinking about it, Jiang Sheng looked at the clock beside the bed.

At this time, the hour hand was already pointing to 11:30 noon, and the young man on the bed had no intention of waking up.

Even judging from the documents that are still open on the computer, it is more likely that this person has just fallen asleep.

I don’t go out for a long time, I don’t communicate with others, I don’t have any hobbies that I pay special attention to, I stay up late, and I’m almost isolated from the world.

Let me briefly list what I observed in the past two days about the daily life of young people.

Ginger is almost certain.

Even if there is no entanglement of resentment, it is absolutely impossible to live like this as a young man.

In such a small space, I indulge in my own world, torment each other with my own words, and argue with my own works about right and wrong.

Sooner or later he will be driven to a dead end by himself.

Again, in the final analysis, human beings are still social animals. It is difficult to break away from the group and survive alone.

It's like if you completely control a person, don't let him communicate with him, don't let him have fun.

And try to avoid other people meeting him, so that his perception is only a single individual. Soon this person will go crazy.

Although the young man's body is not restrained, on the spiritual level, he may have built a high wall for himself.

Phew, but maybe I’m overthinking it.

Considering myself, after all, I have only been in contact with the other person for two days, and I am far from understanding him.

Jiang Sheng didn't think about it any more. He just slowly climbed up from the ground and walked around the young man's bed with silent steps.

It is observing the resentment in young people.

The wisp of black mist wrapped around his neck had obviously faded a little now. But from Jiang Sheng's eyes, the "bad luck" it carried was undoubtedly thicker now.

Well, it seems like there was more progress yesterday than the day before yesterday.

Is it because of emotions?

I think of the brief relaxation I had during dinner the other day.

At that moment, the resentment was hard to detect, and Jiang Sheng secretly made a guess.

If resentment is really affected by personal emotions, then should I help this person adjust his living conditions so that I can leave him quickly?

After all, Black Cat still doesn't know how the resentment caught up with the young man.

Now that I think about it, maybe it should fundamentally solve the problem?

But there are so many people with negative emotions, so why is it that he is the only one to be blamed for?

Could it be that it's really because he doesn't go out much?

Resentful and afraid of the sun?

It shouldn't be, this thing on my body has never shied away from the sun.

in this way.

Could it be out of resentment and wanting to avoid crowded crowds?

Or is it a large number of dense people with positive emotions?

Jiang Sheng curled up his beard thoughtfully, but in the end he could not come to any conclusion.

I have to admit that some things cannot be solved by relying on fantasy alone.

But since we already have the direction of investigation, we have to try it first no matter what.

Anyway, even if you guess wrong, you won't lose anything. He looked at the young man casually, lying next to the bed like a puddle of mud.

Jiang Sheng also felt that he needed to go out for a walk, otherwise, no one would know about his death.



"You mean, you want me to take you out?"

Looking at the black cat in front of him, he kept wandering at the door, biting his trouser leg and purring.

He Wen's expression was somewhat strange.

In his impression, cats don't seem to be animals that like to run around.

"Meow."

Facing He Wen's question, Jiang Sheng raised his head and shouted in a measured manner. It seemed like an affirmation, but also like an unintentional move. It was somewhere between understanding people's words and not understanding people's words.

Can vaguely express what he means, but doesn't act too abnormally.

"Okay, okay." Thanks to He Wen's self-talking character, he was able to "communicate" with Jiang Sheng to a certain extent.

"But you have to wait until I finish my work." He Wen picked up the tea cup and poured himself a glass of water. He Wen said while moistening his throat.

He just got a job yesterday, writing an escape script for an activity room. The fee is not much, but if it can be adopted, it will still be an income.

So his original plan today was to sort out the outline of the script in the afternoon and then write a chapter of a novel or something in the evening.

But since Jiang Sheng wanted to go out, it wasn't like he couldn't take some time out to go out with Black Cat.

"Meow."

However, the next moment, the black cat barked reluctantly.

Its purpose is actually to hope that young people can have lunch outside and test their conjectures.

Of course, if possible, it wouldn't mind correcting the young man's work and rest routine.

Therefore, it is impossible for it to wait for He Wen to finish his work. The reason is that judging from the other party's performance in the past two days, when he finishes his work, he can start ordering midnight snacks.

It's better to go out first, just have a meal, it won't delay work.
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