Weird Talker

It's raining……

Liu Jingqing looked out the window.

There is a layer of water droplets on the window glass, making the scenery outside the house hazy, but hazy also has hazy beauty.

Liu Jingqing put down her pen, lay down by the window, and let out a breath towards the glass.

Looking at the drops of water attached to the glass, she stretched out her fingers and gently fiddled with the top one.

The drop of water began to slide down, and then met other drops of water, fused together, became bigger and bigger, and slid faster and faster, until it rolled down to the window edge.

Liu Jingqing turned her head sideways, looking at the blurry window, and the clear trace of water drops falling...

You can touch the rain outside the window with your hand, and the cool breath blows over your face.

The wind that has just entered winter is not bone-piercingly cold, it will only make people more sober.

Liu Jingqing was lying at the desk by the window, looking up at the rain falling in the sky, her vision gradually blurred.

Downstairs, the doorman shouted anxiously: "Whose dog! He ate the takeaway!"

Then there was a cry of "Wow, woof, woof".

Amidst the pattering rain, the barking of the dogs became louder and louder.

Liu Jingqing looked down from the window curiously. A husky with a broken chain around its neck was running farther and farther in the rain. There was a takeaway paper bag on the dog's head, and it shook its head as it ran, as if trying to get it off.

The doorman didn't even use an umbrella, and ran after him with his bare hands, but how could an old man in his 60s outrun a sled dog in his prime?
Every two steps, the dog stopped and shook its head, trying to get the takeaway paper bag off, but just after it stopped two steps, the old man chased after him panting heavily, and the husky ran away immediately, occasionally "woof woof" "Call twice.

One person and one dog, chasing each other in the rain, unexpectedly maintained a delicate balance.

The few seconds when the husky stopped and swung the bag, it was just enough for the old man to catch up, and just after catching up, it ran away again until it stopped again.

Liu Jingqing looked at it and suddenly laughed.

It wasn't because of the doorman, nor because of the dog that ate the takeaway food, but...all this was vividly staged before her eyes.

This world, although sometimes it is very tiring and a headache.

However, it is always beautiful.

It's just that such beauty has little to do with her.

Liu Jingqing picked up the pen and looked at the words on the manuscript paper. The new novel was still in the process of being conceived. She really couldn't write intrigue, nor could she write too profound content.

She just followed her eyes, and then used the pen in her hand to record everything she experienced.

She wrote about the falling rain, about the wet earthy smell in the air, about the patter of dog paws splashing in puddles, and about the outraged curses of the old gatekeeper...

With her eyes closed, Liu Jingqing raised her head slightly.

She felt more than anyone else that she was not suitable to survive in the world of strange stories.

But this time, she realized more clearly that maybe... her own death was approaching.

Sorry?
Naturally, there are regrets.

But from the day she was chosen by the world of ghost stories, she knew that she would have such a day.

Just like seeing an old grandma die suddenly on TV when she was a child, she suddenly realized that she would have that day too at just a few years old.

Then she burst into tears, and no one in the family could persuade her.

But then, she stopped crying.

There are so many people in this world, no one is special in the face of death.

Whether it is a genius or a peerless beauty, they will all go to that common destination.

She is not afraid...

She just couldn't bear it.

The rain is still falling, it seems that today's rain is only falling in this area.

Liu Jingqing looked at the dark sky, she regarded the seven days before the game as the last seven days of her life.

And at this moment... her cell phone rang.

Who would call at a time like this?

It's Miss Chief!
She quickly answered the phone.

"Hello? Miss Nie..."

"Is that Miss Liu Jingqing? I'm at the Cat's Face Cafe. Most of the players have already arrived. Come here quickly."

"Everyone is going to help you find a way out. Don't worry, if you gather everyone's wisdom, you will definitely be able to find a way..."

After that, she couldn't hear clearly anymore, she just listened in a daze, it was Miss Nie... She is really a responsible chief, with her help, it will definitely be much better...

Nie Yunzhen urged her to come quickly, and she did hear other players talking on the phone. They were arguing endlessly about the mutated pupil world.

However, during the conversation between her and Nie Yunzhen, another call came in.

Liu Jingqing glanced at the calling number, her eyes widened in disbelief, and then said to Nie Yunzhen, "I'm sorry, Miss Nie, I still have a call, I'll get back to you later!"

After finishing speaking, she temporarily hung up Nie Yunzhen's phone and pressed another number to answer.

"Hey! Writer Liu, come and play!"

Qin Manjiang's voice was so cheerful that people couldn't hear it at all. He had just experienced a farewell with his only relative.

"Ah... Mr. Qin? You are looking for me..."

"I just got a new haircut!"

"So, Mr. Qin...do you want it?"

"Tsk, my boss is gone, I'm in charge of the shop! There's enough wine, come and play!"

Qin Manjiang invited again.

"I also invited Zhong Xueran, Chen Zhiyuan, Mei Sijun, Yan Xiao, Xu Yi..."

"Yu Ruoli is also here. She said that she will draw me a picture after I get a new hairstyle. Come and take a picture, it's free!"

"Oh... and Xia Nan, and Qiao Ziru! Come quickly, and I will introduce you to two new friends."

"There is one more important thing..."

"Very important."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Jingqing sat blankly for a while.

She looked up at the rainy sky, and the voice of the old man scolding the dog echoed in her ears.

It seems... more reluctant to die.

When she subconsciously picked up the phone, she realized that she had already called Nie Yunzhen:
"Hey, are you here? Miss Liu..."

"I'm sorry, I... have more important things to do today..."

"Is there anything more important than the game you're going to play next?"

Nie Yunzhen's voice seemed a little angry.

"sorry!"

Liu Jingqing hung up the phone, staring blankly at the scattered words on the manuscript paper on the desk.

"puff……"

She suddenly laughed out loud, just wanting to see, what kind of strange haircut did he have?
She stretched out her finger, lightly drew a heart on the steamy window glass, turned around briskly, and left the room.

Just when she went downstairs with an umbrella and was about to drive there, she suddenly realized that Qin Manjiang didn't seem to tell her the address?
At this time, the phone screen lit up.

Liu Jingqing looked down and saw that it was from Qin Manjiang.

"Central Block, Qingtong Bar."

(In this chapter, I have a Wenqing disease, leave me alone...)