library clerk

After Song Jiang chatted with Deng Kai for a while, he felt much more relaxed. In fact, he had always known that Meng Zhe was hiding something from him. Although he thought that Meng Zhe would definitely not do anything detrimental to him due to his temperament, but This behavior of the other party obviously did not regard him as one of their own... In addition, something like Yang Jian happened again, and the relationship between the two actually had a sense of alienation.

Song Jiang naturally couldn't talk about these things to Deng Kai, a very nervous guy, so he deliberately dismissed Deng Kai and asked him to go out to run errands to buy some food for him, and then dialed Gu Hao's number...

"What are you busy with?" Song Jiang said casually.

When Gu Hao saw that it was Song Jiang's call, he had an ominous premonition in his heart, "I'm not busy with anything... I just finished cleaning the house for a client."

"Sweeping houses" is the code word between them, which means cleaning up some simple haunted houses. Since Zhou Shiwu's absence, this has become their company's main business, but this is something that can't be helped. After all, Deng Kai His connections were limited, and he was unwilling to be shameless enough to save his nominal "eldest brother" Deng Yaohui, so he could only take the job as it came.

Song Jiang smiled after hearing this and said, "Let me ask you something. Has Meng Zhe said anything to you recently?"

Gu Hao hesitated for a moment, and then asked with some vigilance: "What did you say?"

"What is he busy with recently?" Song Jiang asked tentatively.

After hearing this, Gu Hao couldn't help but groan in his heart, what could Meng Zhe say to him? It was just that he vaguely guessed something, but it was just a guess. He would never say anything to Song Jiang, otherwise his life would not be easy in the future...

Seeing Gu Hao's obvious hesitation, Song Jiang snorted, "What? Don't you dare to say?"

"What is there that I dare not say? The problem is that I have to know what it is?! Why don't you give me a hint!" Gu Hao said with a smile.

Song Jiang knew that Gu Hao was a chicken thief and would not reveal it easily, so he deliberately said, "It doesn't matter whether you say it or not. In fact, I already know..."

Gu Hao was a little surprised when he heard this and blurted out: "Did Meng Zhe tell you?"

Song Jiang said very sincerely, "Well, how can such a thing be hidden? Sooner or later, we have to know..."

After hearing this, Gu Hao said casually, "Actually, you don't have to worry. Things may not be as bad as you think. There is always a solution."

Song Jiang heard that it really had something to do with him, but he was just an ordinary person. He had survived the catastrophe before by chance and met the White Tiger God Lord Meng Zhe who had just released the seal, so Song Jiang really couldn't imagine that the other party would do it because of him. What are you busy with all day long...

When Gu Hao saw that Song Jiang was silent, he said earnestly, "The reason why Meng Zhe didn't tell you... is actually because he didn't want you to worry too. You should understand his painstaking efforts."

Song Jiang secretly smiled bitterly in his heart and said, "I don't even know how to be considerate? I should be the one who suffers the most, okay!?"

Meng Zhe still came back very late that night. When he picked up Song Jiang and rushed back, his face could not hide his exhaustion. When Song Jiang saw him, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What have you been busy with recently? Still working with ancient books?" Is it related to those mythical beasts that ran out of there?"

After hearing this, Meng Zhe sighed softly and said vaguely, "Absolutely..."

"Oh...then is there anything I can do to help?" Song Jiang asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, this seemingly well-intentioned inquiry was met with a sarcastic remark from Meng Zhe, "This matter has nothing to do with you. As long as you guard the library, you are already helping."

When Song Jiang heard this, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, so he blurted out without thinking, "I also know that I am just an ordinary person and can't help big shots like you... Well, I didn't say this today."

Meng Zhe could hear the displeasure in Song Jiang's words, but he didn't say anything. He kept focusing on driving with an expressionless face. When Song Jiang saw that he punched cotton, he knew that he was in Meng Zhe's mouth today. I couldn't get any useful information out of the question, so I wisely closed my mouth and stopped talking.

However, when the two of them arrived home, Meng Zhe suddenly took the initiative and said to Song Jiang, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? How about I order a midnight snack?"

In fact, with Meng Zhe's temperament, he rarely took the initiative to show kindness. If it were normal Song Jiang, he would have taken the step and come down on his own, but today he said uncharacteristically, "I'm not hungry, you can eat by yourself. "After saying that, he turned around and entered the room without looking back. Meng Zhe was slightly stunned after hearing this. He understood that what he just said in the car might be too hurtful, but he really couldn't let Song Jiang know the truth of the matter now, otherwise he wouldn't be able to face Song Jiang at all, let alone what he should do. How to explain to him why this matter had such a result? So Meng Zhe pinched his eyebrows helplessly and went back to the room with a melancholy look on his face.

After Song Jiang returned to his room, he was so depressed that he couldn't sleep at first. He couldn't figure out what Meng Zhe was doing without telling him. Why can't you tell yourself? They have gone through a lot along the way. Could it be that Song Jiang is an untrustworthy person? Or are you really so weak that you don’t even need to share the simplest information? So he fell asleep in a daze while thinking about it.

Unexpectedly, Song Jiang was asleep when he suddenly felt as if someone walked into the room. At first, he thought it was Meng Zhe. After all, he had never worried about someone bumping into him at the head of his bed when he lived with the great god. Ghost... But when he looked at the person with sleepy eyes, he suddenly woke up with a jolt.

He saw his other self standing at the head of the bed with a half-smiling smile. If it weren't for the other person's white hair, Song Jiang would have thought someone had placed a big mirror in front of his bed.

"You...what are you?!" Song Jiang asked in confusion.

When the other party saw that Song Jiang had woken up, he smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to feel that you are unlucky or innocent, because everyone has his own destiny, and your life should be like this... Forcing a rescue will only make things worse. Oops."

Song Jiang looked at his other self saying incomprehensible words, and asked angrily, "Who are you? And how did you get in?! Don't say I didn't warn you, there is a real great god living next door to me. This is not a place where you can just go in if you want!"

When the other party heard what Song Jiang said, he shook his head helplessly and said, "You are so naive...haven't you ever thought that I have always lived in your heart?"

After the white-haired Song Jiang finished speaking, he stretched out a finger and touched Song Jiang's eyebrows. He immediately felt dizzy in front of his eyes and his body was shaking violently for no reason. But who knew that the next second, he would be covered in sweat? I sat up on the bed, feeling that everything just happened was just a dream! !

But this dream was too real for Song Jiang. It was so real that he was barely sleepy in the second half of the night. He kept thinking about every word that his other self said in the dream. Although he could not fully understand it, The other party seemed to have something to say, but Song Jiang couldn't figure out for a while whether it was a dream or some kind of vague hint...

Early the next morning, Meng Zhe sent Song Jiang to the library and picked up Lao Xu as usual. After Song Jiang watched the car driven by the two gradually drive away, he immediately turned around and picked up Ah Fu on the ground, with a look of anticipation on his face. said, "How was the mission accomplished?"

Unexpectedly, Ah Fu said with a sad little chubby face, "Don't mention it... Old man Xu's mouth is as strict as welding. Whether he is making insinuations or straightforward questions, he can't even ask a question! Look! Come on, I can't eat this candied haws."

Song Jiang could predict this result to some extent. With the tacit understanding between Lao Xu and Meng Zhe, it was impossible to reveal the matter to Ah Fu easily. Song Jiang did this just for the slightest chance, thinking about what might happen. ? I still know a little bit, even if it's not the whole story, at least I know some general directions!

It's a pity that Ah Fu, a little bug, has limited brainpower and is never a match for Lao Xu. However, Xu Che, who was watching the excitement, saw Song Jiang's sad face and said intentionally or unintentionally, "They both smell different when they come back every day." The same, which means the places they go to are different every day..."

Song Jiang was surprised when he heard it, "What's the smell? Why can't I smell it?"

Xu Che shrugged and said, "My sense of smell is different from ordinary people. It's normal that you can't smell it..."

After hearing this, Song Jiang quickly asked, "Then can you smell what they are?"

Xu Che thought for a while and said, "Just like yesterday...the two of them smelled of burnt food, as if something had just been burned."

"It smells burnt? What can the two of them burn? Burn paper money?! For whom?" Song Jiang asked with a puzzled look on his face.

But Xu Che shook his head and said, "It's not the smell of burnt paper, it's more like... the smell of burnt meat, but I can't tell specifically whether it is. Although I have a good sense of smell, my life If it’s too short, the smell will naturally not be rich enough.”

So in the next day, Song Jiang burned various objects with a lighter, and then asked Xu Che to smell it to see if there was a similar smell. Unfortunately, none of the smells were right, until finally Xu Che felt that Unable to bear it, he said, "Brother, if I keep smelling like this, my nose will be damaged. Please allow me to take it easy...or if I smell that burnt smell in the future, will I tell you?!"

After hearing this, Song Jiang stopped embarrassing the child and flipped through a few ancient books behind the counter dejectedly.

I don’t know what happened today, but there were so many “guests” in the library after nightfall. It was as if all the ghosts from all over the country were thirsty for knowledge tonight and came into the library one after another to read by candlelight... As more ghosts came, Song Jiang's attention gradually stopped paying attention to who came in, until a familiar voice sounded in his ears.

"Song Jiang, you're fine."

Happy Spring Festival! I officially resumed work today. Although I am still a little tired after this new year, due to some objective reasons, I have less movement between relatives, which can be regarded as a lot more relaxed... How are you spending this new year? Have you gained a few pounds? Anyway, I have gained several pounds. Why is it so difficult for ordinary people to lose weight? Look at Jia Ling, she has simply created a myth, she is so enviable!