Pet King

For Zhu Jisheng and his pilgrims, there is not much difference between day and night, and there are almost no guests anyway-not at all, in fact, there are still a few patrons in his store, some like it The young hunters, whether they are the sculptures of Angkor Wat or the frescoes of Crete, all know a little about them, they are very knowledgeable, and they always show their attitude of not losing money consciously or unintentionally.

However, they didn't actually buy anything. Every time they came to the store, they couldn't help putting up with all kinds of strange objects. Before leaving, they said that they were tight in the past two days. They vowed to buy the items in the next time they came. Please ask him. They must be kept for them, and when they come next time, they seem to forget the promises, pick up other objects and praise them, use the mobile phone to shoot wildly, and then send them to the circle of friends, pretending to pretend to have these Local tyrants.

This is like the recent popular phrase on the Internet-you still understand life poorly, although you can't afford it, you understand everything!

He doesn't care if they buy or not, and they always talk and laugh with them as usual every time they come.

Today they came again. After a full afternoon of Pan Heng, they finally left with satisfaction.

The antique shop has returned to its calm again.

He usually doesn't talk much, and every time they come, he seems to say everything he has done for a week.

The setting sun is about to fall, the alley is shrouded in a gloomy twilight, and the scent of meals comes from the nearby houses.

"It's time to eat."

He whispered to himself, transferred to the back kitchen, and cooked a small pot of noodles in a small saucepan. At the same time, he was not idle, cut some minced meat, beat two eggs, set aside the yellow flower fungus, fragrant garlic, and simmered with oil. When the pan was out, sprinkle some onion ginger, drip a few drops of sesame oil, a fragrant spray And the extremely authentic halogen is ready.

The weather was a bit hot, and he went upstairs to change a thin shirt, and returned to sit in the shop to enjoy the delicious noodles.

Every time he eats the braised noodles, his eyes seem to show the life he lived in the capital, nostalgic but not nostalgic, because the life of the old capital is gone, and even the old capital itself has been modernized. Overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of the city, there is nothing to be fond of.

He ate slowly and chewed his taste carefully before raising the next chopsticks into his mouth.

Something moved after the screen.

"Come out and play, what you are afraid of is gone." He said.

A black top, black back, and black tail. In addition, a snow-white Persian cat nervously looked at the probe for a while, then came out carefully behind the screen, and glanced at the store like a beacon to confirm that there was nothing dangerous. .

Seeing it, he felt compassion and felt guilty.

He spent the harsh winter in a warm place in the south, and he returned to Binhai City with it. It found the evil atmosphere that enveloped it here and warned him. Maybe he should leave decisively at that time, so that it would not cause him any fear. It's been a long time.

"Come, you can eat, too." He put a small plate on the ground. The plate was cut pieces of beef, each thin as a cicada.

He cooks very few noodles, only a small bowl, and even after eating very slowly, it doesn't take long to reach the bottom.

There was only half full in the abdomen, but he didn't plan to eat any more, and he stood up and cleared the dishes.

"Meow."

The Persian cat also finished eating beef, licked his mouth, and stared at him eagerly. He was also not full and wanted to eat more.

"It's almost enough to eat, the old ancestors have the cloud: diet to get sick, abstinence to prolong life." He laughed, "I want to live a few more years, you want to live a few more years, right?"

The Persian cat was persuaded, no longer begging, and jumped to the table and lay down quietly.

He quickly finished the dishes, wiped his hands, and sat back at the table, picked up his phone, and checked the unread information. Don't look at his age, but his ability to accept new things is still very strong. The many apps installed on the phone can prove this.

After a long time, he lowered his phone solemnly.

The sun has completely set, and the sky is darker outside.

There was an outdated newspaper on the table, and the front page was exactly the "Ten Lots of Internet Literature" written by him. He had read it n times before publishing, and thought about the wording and tone many times, but the final draft still could not make him. Completely satisfied.

"I'm still in a hurry. If you have more time, would you say yes?" He sighed slightly, picked up the newspaper, and examined his article n1th time.

This is a fighting obituary that sounded the clarion call of the traditional literary critics for the whipping of online literature. Unsurprisingly, in just a few days, his students have published articles that should be reconciled. Some are published on paper media, some are published on new media such as Weibo and personal public account, and topics are sent to hot search at a fast speed. .

In these articles, most of the flags stood on his side clearly, and a few also sat on the wall to watch the situation temporarily, and said some ambiguous words, probably felt that it was inappropriate to speak, and did not want to offend any side. Others pulled the bias, playing 50 boards each on the surface, but in fact they still favored him.

However, there are some articles that clearly express their support for online literature. The authors of these articles are mostly unknown to him. It may be that young rookies have emerged in recent years, but their voices are still too weak. They are talking about senior literature. The world is irrelevant.

"It's easy to protect the beginning of the year and difficult to protect the evening. I didn't think I would go to this mixed water when I was old." He shook his head, and his chest had an indescribable dullness.

He wrote this article too hastily. It was written largely based on the impression of online literature hearsay. He knew that he should read the online novel that he wanted to criticize before writing, so it would be more targeted and more thoughtful. Well worth it.

However, he is not only slow to eat, but also slow to read, and likes to figure out word by word. At this speed, trying to finish reading millions of online novels is nothing short of fateful, not to mention that he listed more than a dozen online novels in the article, which together add up to tens of millions of words.

Reading books, such as eating and drinking, chewing calmly, must have a long taste;

Read slowly and eat slowly. This is a family motto and cannot be violated.

Although it was just a taste, he still saw from the Internet novel that there is no nutrition and fast food like instant noodles.

Poems must be read, etiquette must be known, and children and grandchildren must be taught.

Nowadays children read online novels instead of reading poems and learn etiquette. For example, if they eat instant noodles all day long, they will inevitably suffer from malnutrition and weak health. How can they stay in the sages and reign in their hearts?

Therefore, he didn't think he was doing it wrong, but he was a little bit embarrassed only by trying it out.

He looked outside again, the sky was completely dark, the rush hour of work had passed, and the originally quiet alley was even more deserted.

"Well, it's time to snooze and close the door to sleep." He put down the newspaper and stood up.

For most urban residents, it is too early to go to bed so early, office workers are still eating dinner, the Student Party opens books and starts to do homework, and many people's night life has just begun.

"Being faint and closing the door, you must check in person."

"As soon as dawn, sprinkle the court, and be clean inside and out."

He went to bed at night, and got up to read in the dark. This is his ancestral teaching, and it has been his habit for many years. He never changes unless he is involved in things.

The Persian cat had been lying on the table and snoring while he was reading the newspaper. At this moment, he suddenly noticed something, his ears moved, he stood up alertly, his eyes stared at the darkness outside.

"what happened?"

He had already reached the door, was about to close the door, and found that it was abnormal. His heart could not help but be tight, did the former demon atmosphere return again?

There was a dark shadow on the wall opposite the shop.

"Don't worry, it's just a stray cat."

By the light of the street lamp, he could see several stray cats with different hair colors.

There was a faint humming from the wall.

He frowned. "Who? Who's there?"

The next moment, the street light suddenly went out.

Immediately afterwards, darkness spread to the surroundings like a tide, and the streets of the entire alley went out.

Not only streetlights, but also nearby houses were accidentally powered off.

The situation seems wrong, because street lights are powered by solar energy independently, how can power be cut off at the same time as ordinary houses?

Suddenly, a strong, long groan sounded from the wall.

"The ancestral soul of Zu Long is still there, and the scientific name of Zhu Xue is high!"

"Hundred generations of Qin politics and law," Ten batch "is not a good article!"

He heard that his face changed drastically, and if his chest was severely hit, he took a few steps back and forth, his head buzzing.

"What ... how dare you scold Zhu Xue as ... is a chaff? Who are you? Have the ability to stand up! What a good man to hide his head!" He yelled at the darkness.

The voice in the dark said: "Hiding your head and showing your tail? What good man are you hiding in the dark with sand and shadows? If you are familiar with Zhu Xue, don't you hear Zhu Xi's words-use dark arrows to hide resentment, and bring evil to your children?"

He heard the meaning of the threat in this remark, and also heard that the other party came because of his "Ten Batch of Internet Literature", but his residence only told a few relatives and friends. How did the other party know?

"You don't need to threaten me. The articles I published are well conceived. There is no nutrition in online fictions. I am going to mess up anyway and let teenagers read Confucian classics, learn the words of the sages, set a heart for the heavens and the earth, and make a life for the people!" With a firm chest, Qiang said calmly.

"Hehe, it sounds good." The voice in the dark slumped: "You are nothing more than distressed by the decline of traditional literature, and you are not used to the booming development of online literature-the people like it, you do n’t like it, you are old a few?"

He was so angry that he was about to turn his lips back, but the voice spoke again.

"Oh, you don't have to answer."

He hesitated, saying that he didn't need to answer anything.

The voice was getting colder, like biting ice, "I know how old you are-you are the oldest!"

Although it was just a very common sentence, Zhu Jisheng's heart suddenly jumped, and even his entire chest hurt.

His pupils were dilated, sweat was raining, and the most painful memories of decades ago were revived. They were pressed on his shoulders like Wuxingshan, and they could be crushed into powder at any time.

After a cold sweat, the body is like a falling ice cave.

He thought he had forgotten that memory, but in fact that memory has always been buried in the deepest part of his heart. Any piece of it is like yesterday, almost shattering all his dignity and glory.

"Meow!"

A simple sentence not only caused serious damage to his spirit, even his Persian cat shivered, curled his body in the corner of the wall, staring in horror at the darkness outside. Even with the most terrible evil spirits, it has never been so scared.

"In terms of your nature is not too bad, I won't embarrass you too much this time, but you have to do it yourself, put aside your opinions and read the web, Mo Conghou returns to the king of texts! Don't think about history all day long Back up, otherwise the next time we meet, Zhu Xue will end with you! "

After the voice in the dark said this, it disappeared quietly.

After a while, the street lights turned on again, and the surrounding dwellings also restored power.

There was no one at the wall, and he saw only a few stray cats leaving their tails calmly.

He could no longer support his nearly collapsed body, his shivering legs softened, and he sat down on the ground, sweating in a thin shirt, opening his mouth, and breathing hard.

"Ah ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Father, what's wrong with you?"

After the call, a neighbour happened to pass by and took a casual look into the shop. I found that the gentle and gentle old man always looked pale as paper. He hesitated and ran in. He didn't dare to touch him, but asked anxiously. "Will you call an ambulance for you?"

"No ... no need ..."

He waved his hands weakly. "I ... I suddenly lost power just now. I just slipped by accident."

"Really?" The neighbor's eyes looked up and down his legs to see that he didn't look like he had fallen, but it was also true that there was a sudden power outage just now.

"Really, you can do it for you. I'm fine, just rest." He barely smiled.

When the neighbor saw some redness on his face, he nodded and said, "If you are uncomfortable, call an ambulance, don't stand firm! Get up when you rest, it's too cold on the ground."

"I see, thanks."

The neighbor walked out of the store step by step and looked back. He suddenly asked, "Yes, before you came in, who did you hear?"

The neighbor pointed to him, "I only heard you talking to yourself loudly in the shop. I was puzzled. I glanced at you and saw you fell to the ground."

He seemed to understand something, and asked, "You only hear me?"

The neighbor nodded and said embarrassedly, "That ... don't always be yours, I'm not used to it."

"Okay, I know ... by the way, I still have a question, you ... you don't usually watch online novels?" He asked.

"Occasionally, but I watch piracy." The neighbor grinned. "Then I'll go first."

The shop regained its silence.

He stared sadly at the street lights in the alley, and suddenly laughed at himself: "The world is so big, where can I hide from stray cats?"