Cultivation Shura Field

Because her father was waiting at the school gate.

It had been a long time since Song Xingye's father came to pick her up from school. It was even more strange that her father didn't drive but pushed an old bicycle. But what was most strange to her was her father's attitude at this time.

"I have contacted an old classmate. His wife is studying design and said it's no problem. I also think I can let her give it a try..."

Song Huaifeng stared at Xu Zhe as he spoke, his attitude very serious.Both girls could tell that he was serious about work.

Xu Zhe was also very serious: "Does she agree with the amount of the deposit?"

Song Huaifeng: "Because we are old friends, they don't want a deposit. They said they would draw the watermelon you need first and then discuss the price."

Xu Zhe was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's easier to get things done if you have connections..."

During the conversation, Song Xingye suddenly asked, "Dad, how is your new job at the computer city?"

Song Huaifeng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Xu Zhe is right, the computer city is really, well, hard to describe. The more I work there, the more I understand how many pitfalls are waiting for every customer. And I don't do a good job, so I won't be treated well."

Xu Zhe instead tried to comfort her, "But it's a full-time job after all, with a basic salary, and connections with old classmates, so you can't get discouraged too soon."

He really thought it was great to have Uncle Song's help, but the game hadn't been launched yet, and he only had over 20,000 yuan in funds. If Uncle Song was really unhappy with his job at the computer mall and wanted to work for him full-time, he wouldn't be able to offer him a higher salary.

Song Huaifeng said: "I understand. No matter how uncomfortable it is, you still have to keep working. Of course, I'm keeping an eye on you. When I have free time at work, I can learn more about the mobile phone and game market. I also have plans. , if you really need it, you can still pick up the previous foundation and teach yourself programming or something..."

Xu Zhe clapped his hands: "It's a good thing to be motivated, keep going!"

As the two men were chatting, the two girls walking beside them had little chance to get a word in.

Tang Lingfei asked, "Is your father working for Xu Zhe?"

Song Xingye explained: "Yes, it's just a part-time job. His current job is selling computers in the computer city..."

Tang Lingfei said with a smile: "Your father worked for Xu Zhe. This is a life-saving grace. Are you willing to repay him with your body?"

Hearing this, Song Xingye couldn't help but clench his fists.

She wanted to complain that if this could be regarded as a 'promise', then the one who promised Xu Zhe should be her, not her father!How could my father give me his life?

But there was really no way to say this, the girl could only pretend to be calm and said: "I don't think it counts, I'm just helping out."

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It was past ten o'clock in the evening. Song Xingye, who had just entered the second year of junior high school, finished a set of mock papers for the high school entrance examination. After washing up, he turned off the lights and went to bed.

But as she lay in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, she found she had no desire to sleep.

She has had a habit since she was a child, that is, she would think about what happened today before going to bed. Although it often causes emotional exhaustion, she can't help thinking about it.

The first thing she recalled tonight was that during Chinese class, she wanted to share a romance novel with someone, but heard a horror story instead.

Song Xingye never watches horror movies, including any horror novels.

The girl still remembers that she had a good friend in elementary school who she could talk to about anything. They even went to the toilet hand in hand. But one day, that friend started to like ghost stories and was particularly keen on sharing articles from horror magazines. After being scared by her several times, Song Xingye angrily chose to break up with her.

When a child breaks off a friendship, he or she stops talking to you or playing with you. The other party also refuses to give in, and over time, the original close friendship disappears.

Perhaps because of her rich imagination and strong ability to imagine, Song Xingye could not help but immerse herself in the horror atmosphere as soon as she heard the beginning of a horror story. Fortunately, Xu Zhe only spoke a short paragraph in class today, and when he noticed her abnormal mood, he did not continue.

But late at night, the girl couldn't help but think back to what Xu Zhe said...

The most troublesome thing was that the short paragraph Xu Zhe said was about cooking. And Xu Zhe had cooked for her many times. This sense of substitution was even more irresistible.

"Oh no!"

Song Xingye realized that if she continued like this, she would probably have sleepless nights tonight. So she sat up, picked up the phone on the bedside table, and dialed Tang Lingfei's number.

I waited for half a minute, but no one answered.

"Feifei has fallen asleep? Then I..."

Song Xingye murmured, and selected Xu Zhe's number. After hesitating for a while, he finally dialed it.

Soon, the other party answered.

Xu Zhe asked, "Hey, what can I do for you?"

Song Xingye felt a little embarrassed, but also said with a hint of resentment: "You scared me today, and now I can't sleep."

Xu Zhe obviously didn't react: "What did you say? When did I scare you?"

Song Xingye: "It's the ghost story you told in Chinese class!"

Xu Zhe: "Can that be called a ghost story? It's just a little trick of the imagination...Okay, okay, I get it. Ye Zi, you are really a coward."

Song Xingye couldn't help but curled his lips: "Yeah, I'm just a coward, what can I do?!"

The young man on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Since I caused this problem, I will provide a solution, data coverage."

Song Xingye: "Data coverage?"

Xu Zhe: "I'll tell you a few more stories, and try to make you forget the horror and remember other more interesting ones."

Song Xingye immediately became excited: "Then tell me about it."

"Li Huowang... uh, no, Klein can't do it either, um..." After a moment's silence, Xu Zhe said helplessly, "Sorry, I really can't think of a suitable story to tell. It's easy to read novels, but it's really not easy to retell the stories in novels."

Song Xingye whispered: "What should we do then?"

Xu Zhe: "How about I sing a song for you? Let me make it clear first, I don't really listen to love songs, so I can't sing love songs."

Song Xingye was stunned. Compared to listening to him tell stories, listening to him sing seemed to be more worth looking forward to? She had never heard Xu Zhe sing.

The girl quickly said, "Then sing, I want to listen!"

Xu Zhe cleared his throat and started directly from the chorus of a certain song:

"Remember, you said home is the only castle

As the Daoxiang River continues to run

Smile, I know my childhood dreams

Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away..."

Xu Zhe's singing voice was very soft. To Song Xingye's ears, it sounded like a clear spring with just a hint of sweetness. She couldn't help but be fascinated by it, but she still felt unsatisfied.

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Chapter 114 Pillow Fairy Tale

2023-09-06

Xu Zhe has listened to a lot of songs of all kinds. It's not that he can't sing a love song. But he really doesn't want to sing love songs to little girls in the middle of the night.

After all, the girl was only fourteen years old, and Xu Zhe was having a hard time getting over it.

If Song Xingye was older, like at least 18 years old, then he would seriously consider it. But now, he just regarded her as a gentle and lovely little sister at most.

"Fragrance of Rice", "Blue Lotus", "Stubborn", "Me", you don't have to sing every song in full, just sing a few or a dozen lines, and the total time is less than ten minutes.

"I like myself, I let the rose bloom and bear fruit, in the lonely desert, it still blooms nakedly -" After singing this sentence, Xu Zhe finally paused for a while.

Then I heard Song Xingye's slightly smiling voice: "It seems a little off-tune."

Xu Zhe: "I can't help it. After all, I haven't practiced professionally."

But Song Xingye immediately added: "But I like it very much. I think you sing very well, especially very well."

Xu Zhe: "...Thank you, that's a compliment. How are you now? Are you feeling better?"

songs , let’s chat?”

A nighttime phone chat with a beautiful girl?

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "Sure, what do you want to talk about?"

"Let me think about it..." Song Xingye said with emotion, "Although we are deskmates, it seems that we rarely have such heart-to-heart talks. Feifei and I chat much more often, and I share many things with her first."

Xu Zhe: "Of course, you two are both girls after all, so it's easy for you to talk about anything."

Besides, he had asked Tang Lingfei to get close to Song Xingye in order to avoid being stuck beside her and being dragged around by her to chat all day. Otherwise, he felt that it would be a waste of time.

Chatting with beautiful girls may bring some pleasure, but how can it compare to the sense of accomplishment of making money?

"So what should we talk about now..." Song Xingye pondered for a while and suddenly came up with an idea, "Oh, right, how is your game going now?"

Xu Zhe: "I'm working on the sound effects, and I'm also waiting for the art materials from your dad."

Song Xingye: "Why do you want to make games?"

Xu Zhe: "It's simple, making money."

Song Xingye: "How much money do you think is enough?"

Xu Zhe: "This matter has no end, because as long as people live, they have to spend money. If you keep consuming, you need to always have income. Only when the income is greater than the expenditure can people feel safe. Money is the courage of people. "

Song Xingye was silent for a few seconds, then sighed softly, "I used to think it was vulgar to always think about money, but after my dad...what happened, I felt that I was too naive before. Money is really important. I overheard my parents' conversation, and they said that my family still owes others 300,000 yuan. 300,000 yuan, is that a lot?"

Xu Zhe: "It's not a lot, but it's not a small amount either. Your family originally owed 600,000 yuan, and it seems that the car and house were sold for 300,000 yuan, so there is still 300,000 yuan left."

Song Xingye: "If you hadn't told me just now, I wouldn't have known I owed 600,000... Alas, they just told me not to think too much and just study hard, and they can afford it."

Xu Zhe: "That's fine. You really just need to study hard. Let adults solve the problems they caused. If everything goes well, maybe you can pay it off in a year or two."

Song Xingye was very surprised: "Can you earn three hundred thousand in one or two years? No way..."

Xu Zhe: "It's hard to say. It's possible that you won't earn even tens of thousands of dollars in two years, or it's possible that it's far more than you imagined. Forget it, let's not talk about money. The more we talk about it, the clearer it gets."

"Hehe," the girl chuckled, "I feel like as long as I talk to you, I'll always become more sober."

Xu Zhe: "Then let's hang up. It's almost eleven o'clock, and I have to go to school tomorrow morning..."

Song Xingye hurriedly said, "Wait, let's talk about something else. What do you think can make people fall asleep?"

He thought for a moment and said decisively: "Philosophy."

Song Xingye: "You have also read philosophy? Then can you tell me about it?"

Xu Zhe: "I have read some popular science on philosophy. I can't guarantee that my understanding is correct, so let's just talk about it casually. The origin of philosophy is said to have started from the Ionian School, but if I have to find a starting point, I would choose Plato. He believed that we can divide the world into two layers, one is the spiritual world, and the other is the real world. The real world is actually just a projection of the spiritual world. He has a very famous metaphor, which is the world in the cave."

Song Xingye: "..."

Xu Zhe continued, "We are like prisoners living in a cave, and can only see shadows on the inner wall of the cave. But are these shadows real? No, the real things are outside the cave, but we are in the cave, so we can only see shadows. The belief that there is a spiritual world that cannot be directly experienced by the flesh, and that the real world is just a poor imitation of the spiritual world, this seems to be the origin of idealism. Of course, I am not a professional student of this, so I dare not say too sure."

Song Xingye was silent for a moment, and said weakly: "I have only heard of Platonic love..."

Xu Zhe: "Well, that was also proposed by Plato. He believed that marriage between men and women was just a social need, for the purpose of procreation. True love is spiritual and only exists between men and men."

For some reason, there was a sudden sound of rapid breathing from the other end of the phone.

The girl's voice suddenly became nervous: "You don't think so too?"

Xu Zhe: "Of course not. Philosophers of that era were very disparaging of women, which was a limitation of the times. I don't think that true love can only exist between men. Who says that true love can't exist between girls?"

Song Xingye: "Not between men and women?"

Xu Zhe: "Of course it's OK. The so-called platonic love is not limited to same-sex love. As long as it is a purely spiritual love without involving the body, it seems to be classified as this. But love in reality is inevitably related to the body. Isn't the so-called love at first sight just lust at first sight?"

Song Xingye: "Then what if it wasn't love at first sight, but love developed over time?"

Xu Zhe: “Weigh the pros and cons.”

Song Xingye was obviously quite dissatisfied: "I don't think that's the case! You think too, too..."

The girl was still thinking about the wording, wondering which word could describe her feelings, but Xu Zhe said it for her.

"Too utilitarian?"

"Yes, utilitarian!"

Xu Zhe smiled and said, "Maybe. Everyone has different experiences from childhood to adulthood, so of course the ideas they form are different. In fact, I doubt whether the so-called love exists. In my opinion, it is just a mixed concept formed by the desire for biological reproduction and the influence of culture."

After he said this, there was silence for a long time.

Just when Xu Zhe wanted to ask her if she was asleep, Song Xingye said in a very firm tone:

"You will understand in the future, you will definitely understand that love is real."

Xu Zhe couldn't help but want to laugh - you are just a little girl in middle school, and you are telling me the line "You will understand later"?

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