The rain has stopped.

The bluestone road is washed clean, the sun falls through the leaves of the pomegranate tree, and the air is moist and fresh.

The little pink unicorn on the bag kept swaying as Jiang You walked out of the yard, walked out of Cultural Street, crossed an intersection and walked a few hundred meters to the west, where there was a Carrefour supermarket.

When Jiang You walked into the supermarket gate, a man and a woman walked onto Wenfeng Road.

The woman looks to be in her mid-twenties, very thin, wearing a small gray-blue suspender belt and extremely short denim hot pants, which make her legs thin and long.

She was holding a mobile phone in her hand, and a map-like interface was displayed on the screen, with a small red dot flashing on it.

Her name is Lei Yao, and the man next to her in a gray short-sleeved shirt is named Zhu Yigang, and he works in the same company as her.

They walked past the courtyard of the insect house. After walking twenty or thirty meters, the woman stopped.

"What's wrong?" Zhu Yigang asked.

"Target disappeared." The red dot on the screen disappeared.

Lei Yao pondered for a moment, "Master Luo disappeared nearby. There is indeed a problem in this area." She turned around and strode forward, "Go to Liuming Hospital."

Zhu Yigang followed behind her.

Jiang You pushed a cart and shuttled among the shelves.

He kept throwing things into the cart while muttering in a low voice.

"Would you like some potato chips? The cucumber flavor is pretty good. You can also get a pack of barbecue and black pepper flavors. Little boss seaweed. I didn't see it last time. Here are two packs. You want beer, right? What do you want?

Brand, please have six cans, Brazilian pine nuts, this crab roe and melon seeds look good, and these green beans, do you want anything else? Some pistachios, you know how to cook, right, don’t deny it, just now you

He said he can make spicy hotpot and small meatballs. Let’s eat something lighter at night. Let’s cook some porridge and get some fermented bean curd, pickles and dried radish. Well, what kind of cuisine are you good at?” Jiang Youtu’s voice suddenly became louder, “Hey, help.

I’ll take four pig’s feet, yes, they need to be cut, cut them into pieces for me.”

Yang Xuan in Unicorn tried to cover her ears.

Are all my fans such fat nerds?

Jiang You squeezed the unicorn and said, "Buy some fruit. Bring a watermelon back. Do you want lychees? Come on. Where's the mangosteen? I like to eat mangosteen."

When passing by the dairy area, he picked up five large boxes of milk and a bucket of yogurt.

Finally, Jiang You pushed a shopping cart full of items to the checkout counter.

When checking out, Jiang You asked for five large plastic bags.

After putting the cart back, he walked out with three bags in his left hand and two bags in his right hand.

The sunset dimmed the sky.

"Do you usually buy so much?" Yang Xuan couldn't help but ask.

"No, there was no kitchen before and the refrigerator was too small." Jiang You walked back slowly, "Do you want to go shopping somewhere else?"

"I want to go back." Yang Xuan's mood suddenly became depressed, "I want to go back to my body, I want to go back to the dormitory."

"You can go back tomorrow."

"You can help me go back, right?"

"No, I'm not familiar with this area."

"That's it."

Yang Xuan was silent.

Jiang You stopped talking.

Soon, he walked back to the insect house. He first went to the kitchen and put milk and other things that needed to be refrigerated, and then he put Yang Xuan out.

The transparent spider silk automatically wraps around the wrist.

He put the pig's trotters on the counter and said, "I leave this to you."

He turned around and found Yang Xuan squatting on the ground.

He walked over and squatted down, "Why are you unhappy? Weren't you fine just now?"

"Why me? Why are everyone else fine?"

"Because you are the chosen one?" Jiang You joked, but found Yang Xuan crying.

"Don't cry."

Yang Xuan sat down against the wall, hugging her knees with her hands and burying her head in it.

Sobbing.

Jiang You sat down next to her, "You never cried on the stage."

"I, if I wake up early, maybe I can continue shooting tomorrow."

"This is beyond your control."

"But does everyone's hard work mean nothing at all?"

"Many people like you. In the noodle shop next door to me, the couple likes your group very much." Jiang You stood up, opened the refrigerator, took two cans of beer, and walked back to Yang Xuan to sit down.

He touched Yang Xuan's shoulder and handed him the beer. Then he pulled the tab and took a sip, "This group of yours can only last two years."

"Why?"

"I'm putting it in a harsh tone, don't be angry. Nowadays, these girl groups have almost the same business capabilities. I can only say that it is acceptable. They are just consuming the fans' love for you. Of course, everyone is willing to spend money.

, let you be the spokesperson, let you appear in a certain variety show, appear in a certain drama, etc., it is the real version of crowdfunding to raise a daughter. If you are happy, we will be happy too. But that’s all.

.After two years, the 12 of you are not in the same economic company. Some are high and some are low. There are still people who want to fall in love, get married, and continue studying, right?"

Yang Xuan took a sip of beer and said, "Shouldn't you encourage me?"

"Well, come on, come on, smile and make a puffer face again?"

"My fans are all like you, no wonder I can't become more popular."

"Nonsense, you are still on the trending search."

"The boat capsized, and it was my own misfortune." Yang Xuan shouted.

"Okay, okay, it's all about your personal efforts. Okay, get up," Jiang You stood up, "Come and make the pig's trotters, supplement collagen and other things, don't lose weight, then you won't have any personal characteristics.

, I have no memory of it.”

"If I eat now, will it make me fat?"

"It's impossible to tell."

Yang Xuan took another sip of wine and stood up, "What should I do??"

"It's up to you."

Yang Xuan walked to the counter, untied the plastic bag containing the pig's trotters, and then asked, "Who are you?"

"Jiang You, people's police, the kind with no salary and establishment," Jiang You said and nodded, "Postcard shop owner, you still owe me two hundred yuan."

"Is that it?"

"What else can I do? I'll go get the rice, so hurry up."

Yang Xuan poured the pig's trotters into a porcelain bowl and rinsed them under the faucet.

Tang Butian stood on the steps of the Sutra Collection Pavilion of Jinguang Temple.

A young monk wearing gray robes came from a distance. He walked up the steps, clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, "Miss Tang."

Tang Butian returned the greeting, "Master Hongzhen."

Then she said: "It is unreasonable for ghosts to appear in Wenfeng Park."

"The young monk walks by the lake once a day. It's raining heavily today, so maybe..."

"The boat has capsized, and there are residual spiritual energy fluctuations."

Master Hongzhen smiled bitterly.

"I need an explanation, an explanation to write on my work report."

"Don't worry, Miss Tang, I will definitely give you an explanation."

"good."

Master Hongzhen glanced at the wooden knife and umbrella in Tang Butian's hand, "I wonder if Miss Tang knows someone on Cultural Street?"

"who?"

"Jiang You."

"What's wrong with him?"

"The young monk thinks there is something weird about him."
Chapter completed!