"I'm here." A voice suddenly came from behind Fang Wenbiao, which scared him.

Wang Yao held his hand on the bench, jumped over and sat down easily, unscrewed the bottle cap and raised his head to drink water. While the Adam's apple was squirming, in the sun, crystal water droplets dripped on the white collar, wetting a small piece.

"You keep going." Wang Yao threw the empty water bottle into the trash can on the side, and said with a bang. He turned his head and said to Wenbiao.

He has nine days left, and after he goes back, he will devote himself to training crazy and prepare for the next time he enters. Now, enjoy the only remaining little peace.

Is this the tranquility before the storm?

"Young man is good. You can consider changing your identity from a supporting role to a small supporting role, just like you have an identity background." Fang Wenbiao looked like a childish and sensible person.

"Where did you just talk about it? Oh yes. Antique shop, I was there at that time because my boss Wu Xie often went out, so I was responsible for the business in the store. But you also know that this business will not open for three years, and it will be open for three years. There is nothing to do on weekdays, just look at the store and hit customers. The left one is not my store."

"Will readers scold you? It's so boring."

Perhaps Wang Yao acted like others and questioned himself. Fang Wenbiao's patience was much better than the last time, and he explained to Wang Yao: "I am a novel that describes the lives of ordinary people. You can't write about alien invasion, right? You have to consider the audience when writing novels. They came for your plot. They suddenly changed the plot halfway through the plot, and they would scold them."

"By the way, you said before that this world was created by you... Then you have no reason and don't know me, right?"

Fang Wenbiao said: "Which novel has you seen? How can you describe a supporting role who only appears once?

"So, what's the name of this novel?"

Fang Wenbiao paused for more than ten seconds, and Wang Yao realized that he was definitely editing.

...

"It's just the stage of keeping the manuscript, and it hasn't been published yet, so naturally I haven't thought about the title of the book." He was given a few minutes to edit it, but it still didn't.

"Will you write about our current conversation?"

"Of course not, it's just a brief overview. Do you understand everything in detail? Do you understand everything in detail? Do you understand everything in detail? Do you understand it? Do you understand it?"

"Why do you bring your own echo?" Wang Yao's thought came out at this moment: This is worthy of being a mentally ill patient with a wide range of ideas! One thought comes out, one thought comes out.

"This paragraph will be written in to describe your inner shock." Fang Wenbiao seemed to be justified. "But then it will become: Fang Wenbiao's tongue blooms in lotus flowers, and the sound of the great way rolls."

"Okay." Wang Yao realized how hard it was to communicate with a mentally ill patient with paranoid disease. So he signaled him and continued.

"Where did I talk about it before? Oh yes, antique shop, at that time, I was named Wang Meng, and I asked Wu..."

"You talk about bombing the customer." Wang Yao didn't want to listen to him repeat it for the third time. He could laugh thirty times, and he used a memory three times. To be honest, if he was really the author, he would be a loser.

"Then I have to say it, do you understand the preface review? Do you understand the review? Do you understand the review? Do you understand? Do you understand? Do you understand?"

"God..." Wang Yao held his forehead.

"I am a pseudonym Wang Meng and work as a clerk in an antique shop in Changsha. The owner there is a young man named Wu Xie. He rarely stays at home, and I am fully responsible for the shop. So basically, I will be kicked out if there are customers, and when he comes back, he tells him that there are no customers in the store."

"His third uncle is very famous in Changsha, and Wu Xie is even more concerned about the shop. I have been bullied by the customers for a year and a half, and the shopkeeper has only met a few times in total. Occasionally, there are also a fat man and a silent young man who comes back with him. Wu Xie said that his name is Monoyouping, and this surname is really strange..."

Of course, Fang Wenbiao could not be the real author, but just a patient with paranoia. In his memories of being blown away, Wang Yao quietly retreated. When he walked away, he looked back at him. Fang Wenbiao, who was on the verge of strength, did not notice Wang Yao's departure at all, and was still sighing in the long story.

Wang Yao chuckled and shook his head, and turned around and left.

On the street, there were all kinds of passers-by. Wang Yao was mixed with them, walking leisurely, and felt endless emotion in his heart. Once upon a time, he was like them. He was busy with life, and then complained about injustice. After complaining, he continued to be busy. Four months ago, everything changed.

His life is separated from the normal trajectory and he comes into contact with something that ordinary people cannot imagine in their lifetime. The price is shortened life.

It's really hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

A bus came from the opposite side and passed by Wang Yao on the side of the road.

The people in the car saw Wang Yao, but Wang Yao didn't see the people in the car.

"Driver, stop quickly!"

On the car, facing Wang Yao, it was a girl who was only 16 or 7 years old. She had a very delicate appearance, her thin pink lips were tender, and her beautiful and clear eyes seemed to have sparkling stars. Her soft black hair was tied to an orange ribbon.

The person in the car couldn't help but look at her.

The girl was wearing a high school uniform, with two slender legs stretched out under her short skirt. There was also a red armband on her left arm, which read the three words "SOS".

"Helping signal?" Someone noticed the armband.

"I haven't arrived at the station yet, let's talk about it later." The driver said without looking back.

"Tsk." Liang Chunri glanced her pink lips, and she couldn't do it when she grabbed the steering wheel. Seeing that the bus was getting farther and farther away, Liang Chunri was anxious, and she actually opened the window and stepped on it and jumped out!

The driver kept paying attention to the situation behind through the rearview mirror. Seeing this, he was so scared that he quickly stepped on the brakes. The person in the car was tilted.

"Hey **!" The driver turned around and cursed, but only saw the girl jumping out of the car.

"It's such a big deal." The driver started the car and cursed in his heart.

"Wang Yao!"

After being called, Wang Yao subconsciously looked over. Zhang Qing sat in the car, lowered the window and waved her hand at Wang Yao.

"Why are you here?" Wang Yao was stunned, then walked over and opened the car door and sat in.

Zhang Qing gave him a blank look and said helplessly: "I have been waiting for you there. I saw that you were thinking about a problem when you came out, so I didn't bother you. Then I couldn't wait, when will you go like this?"

"I didn't expect you to be there, and I don't have a car either." Wang Yao closed the car door with his backhand.

Zhang Qing started the car and squeezed into the traffic. "If you want to, it is not a problem to buy a 4S store."

Wang Yao said indifferently: "No need, it's basically not useful anyway. And now I don't care about these material aspects."

Zhang Qing asked, "Do you want to go home or base?"

"Base, start training." Wang Yao breathed out and smiled.

...

Passers-by looked at him with surprise, and the cool spring day seemed to have not seen him, so he went to find Wang Yao's figure among the crowd.

"This bastard is actually hiding from me." Looking for it, Liang Chunri angrily kicked the stone on the road, as if she treated it as Wang Yao. She strided and turned around and left. The direction was Wang Yao's home.

"You must pull out you bastard!"

...

There was nothing to say along the way, the vehicles were driving, and the surrounding scenery became more and more desolate, and I had already left the city.

"Are you curious?" Wang Yao suddenly turned his head and continued under Zhang Qing's confusing gaze, "How many people have I killed?" After saying that, he looked like a fierce look.

Zhang Qing was amused by him and burst into laughter.

"I know."

"Do you know?" This time Wang Yao was confused.

"The answer is no, right?" Zhang Qing had a smile in her eyes.

"It's so boring." Wang Yao curled his lips and leaned back. After a while, he said leisurely: "Don't you laugh at me for being hypocritical?"

In the battle of Silent Hill Church, Wang Yao once accidentally killed a believer who blocked the gun. However, he forgot about this.

"Why do you laugh at you?" Zhang Qing didn't know why. "Is it because you can't kill someone?"

"That's right." Wang Yao buried his head. "In a world full of dangers, he still maintains ridiculous kindness. But... But even though I know that those people are seriously sinful and their hands are covered with blood from others, my heart is dark. But when their howling sounds in my ears, I still feel unbearable..."

The tender horns covered Wang Yao's cold palms. Wang Yao looked up and saw Zhang Qing looking at him with a smile.

"We humans are destined to be cold-blooded animals. As long as humans with normal mentality are not indifferent to the death of their compatriots. This is not hypocrisy, but just nature."

"Original nature..." Wang Yao murmured, a faint bitter smile that was not easy to detect was melting in his heart.
Chapter completed!