Volume 4: Beginning of Spring Chapter 42: Artistic Temperament
Jiang You picked up Jiang Mo, walked into the insect house, and went upstairs.
He saw the books stacked in a semicircle on the workbench.
He put down the minced ginger, walked around the workbench, and picked up the spider sculpture on top. He looked down at the minced ginger and said, "This shape is an upside-down bowl, right?"
"Very imaginative," Jiang You put the sculpture back, "You can be a sculptor in the future. Art students have low academic requirements. You are good-looking, like me, and have a bit of artistic temperament. You will definitely be popular with girls..."
Jiang Mo turned around and walked towards lying on his side.
"Wait, what are you going to do with that ugly guy downstairs?" Jiang You called out to Jiang Mo.
Jiang Mo stopped.
"For flower fertilizer?" Jiang You shook his head. "It's too ugly. It's not suitable."
"Send it to the police station..." He put down his bag. "Forget it, let me catch up on some sleep first." He walked past Jiang Mo and went into the bedroom. "The pillow in the hotel made my neck hurt when I slept there..."
He glanced at the broken window.
The wind blew in.
The spider silk automatically formed a web and filled the hole.
He took off his clothes, jumped on the bed, pulled the quilt over his head, and after burrowing twice in the quilt, he fell into a dream.
There was fog in the evening and the ground was a little wet.
His nose twitched and he opened his eyes.
Headache.
Back pain.
It felt like all the bones in my body were falling apart .
Chewing sound.
He tried to turn his head upwards and saw a dark-faced man squatting beside him, holding a bitten chicken leg in his hand.
The skin is fried to a brown, crispy texture, and has a meaty, peppery, and other spice flavors...
The greasy lips touched the chicken drumstick again...
The two people's eyes met.
His face changed.
My stomach churned.
"The toilet is upstairs!" the dark-faced man shouted.
The thing that was restraining his movements suddenly disappeared.
He climbed up using his hands and feet. It seemed as if there was a force pushing him forward, turning, and upwards... He stumbled into the toilet unsteadily, and the door closed automatically...
More than ten minutes later.
He walked downstairs with weak legs.
The dark-faced man sat at the long table, holding a half-eaten hamburger in his hand. There were many small packaging boxes on the table.
"Do you want some red bean pie?" Jiang You looked at him and asked.
He shook his head.
Jiang You took a big sip of Coke and a bite of his hamburger. He asked vaguely, "Are you a fly spirit?"
"I, I went wrong in my training before..."
"I see. What's your name?"
"Sun, Sun Mo," he walked down the stairs and came to the corner of the long table. He was a little restrained, "Yes, Mr. Sun asked me to come..."
" Watch me?"
He shook his head, "No, I don't dare, it's..."
"Scouting? Breaking into a house? Kidnapping a child?"
"No, I...Mr. Sun told me not to disturb you!" Sun Mo shouted loudly.
"My window is broken." Jiang You looked at him quietly.
Sun Mo opened his mouth to defend himself, but suddenly something clicked in his head and he said, "I'll pay!"
"Come, come, sit down and have some Coke. You haven't eaten for a day." Jiang You took out a glass of iced Coke from a plastic bag. "What did Sun Xiu ask you to tell me?"
Sun Mo walked over to sit opposite Jiang You. He took a sip of Coke and said with some grievance, "Boss Sun just asked me to stay nearby to see if there's anything I can help with. I was just passing by the door..."
