Phantom Skeleton Painting

Chapter 111: | Trajectories of stars (11)

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Waiting is not terrible.

The scary thing is that things you wait for don't know when they will arrive. A journey without a goal is a torment to the soul, and Song Qingluo is the lonely traveler on this journey.

He didn't know how long he would roam in it before he could reach the other shore and usher in his own light.

The name of the light is the **** named Lin Banxia.

After this catastrophe, it was not just Song Qingluo that changed. There have been strange changes in the heretics that have been difficult before. Except for what appeared before, there is no other heretics for a long time, as if the source has been ruthlessly cut off.

As a forward to guard against heresy, the operation of the base has also stalled. Both the monitor and the recorder have rarely been idle.

This kind of thing may not be a good thing for the recorders who were originally running for money, because they can only find work elsewhere. For Li Su and Li Ye, two monitors who have been working for many years, this is no better thing. They have been earning a lot of money and have lived in retirement at a young age.

If Song Qingluo didn't buy antiques, he would probably have lived such a day. But he ... not only did he have no work, he had to take care of two children.

Xiaohua's eyes couldn't go to a normal human hospital to see a doctor, so she asked Lisu to find a clinic that cooperated with the base. After the doctor checked Xiaohua's body structure, she expressed helplessness. Xiaohua's body is completely different from a normal child. She has no internal organs and no bones. There is no place similar to humans except for the outer layer of skin. Fortunately, the doctor was originally a person at the base. He was so familiar with this situation that he even thought that Xiaohua was an infected companion and asked if she had been in contact with anything strange.

Song Qingluo could only make an excuse casually, and Xiaohua's eye disease also fell into a dead end.

Wanxing Xiaohua didn't care too much about it, and he still giggled every day. Xiaoku became her guide tool, and led her to walk around, making Song Qingluo feel better.

After learning that Song Qingluo moved here, Li Su also came over, and there were several elderly professors with him. Song Qingluo was holding a broom to deal with the fallen leaves in the yard. He raised his head and saw Li Su and the people behind him, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?"

"Come help." Li Su smiled. "Aren't you short of money now? Since you have found your mother, what's the use of so many babies in the house? It's better to sell it for money." He pointed to himself. A few gray-haired elderly people behind him, "all are good archeology professors, see if you can find some baby out of your pile of debris."

Song Qingluo frowned slightly, and wanted to say something, but Li Su did not give him the opportunity to refuse, and when he raised his hand, he signaled a few people to go in. These are the seventy or eighty-year-olds. Song Qingluo is not easy to stop with violence. He can only watch them enter the house and check the porcelain he bought.

Then a series of sighs came from the room, obviously the situation was not optimistic.

Li Su stood at the door, smiling at Song Qingluo's brows and tightening: "Don't be so nervous."

Song Qingluo calmly said: "I am not nervous."

Li Su said, "Are you nervous?"

Song Qingluo glanced at him and sneered: "Even if it's all fake, do I still have the hands and feet to starve to death?"

Li Su seriously said: "Did you seem to have submitted your resume before? Did any serious unit call you?" He remembered that Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia just met and played the resume, but no one contacted him. And I was surprised that work is so hard to find.

Song Qingluo: "... What is a serious unit?" He has actually been out of touch with society for a long time, and he paused for a moment. "Is the base serious?"

Li Su couldn't help laughing: "With insurance and work, it's more laborious, is it serious?"

The two chatted for a few days, and the old professors who came over there came out and sighed while coming out. The heavy expression was like a doctor who had declared the patient's rescue invalid.

"Old man, how is it?" Li Su asked.

"No, no," the gray-haired old man replied, "how much did your friend spend on these things?"

Li Su looked at Song Qingluo.

Song Qingluo calmly said: "Not much."

Li Su: "Just nine digits."

The old man's breathing stopped for a moment, probably calculating the number of nine digits in his heart. After the calculation, he looked at Song Qingluo's distressed eyes and hated it more: "This ... This ..."

"You just say it." Li Su said, "he can bear it."

"Then ... I'll say it." It was late autumn. The old professor had a layer of sweat on his forehead. He wiped his handkerchief and whispered, "No one is true."

With a loud bang, Song Qingluo's broom was pinched in half by him. He still had no expression, and said lightly, "Oh, it's hard."

"Young man." The old professor couldn't help crying, "Aren't you really doing something illegal? Some of these messy antiques are a bit similar, even if you don't even look at the patterns on them? Why am I? There are several piggy pages that granddaughter likes ... "

Li Su smirked beside him, but he didn't dare to laugh at this moment, otherwise Song Qingluo would be vengeful with his careful eyes.

Song Qingluo expressionless: "Okay, thank you."

The old professor left, leaving Song Qingluo and a house of fakes. The autumn wind blew and rolled up the thick fallen leaves, which just made his expression look a little bleak. After Li Su had delivered the man, he turned around and said, "Look for a dealer who sells scraps to take things away. This is also a place in the house ... You should be careful in the future." He meant to let Song Don't buy Qingluo. Who knows this guy said blandly, "Okay, I'll take it seriously when I buy later."

You want to buy a trough? Li Su just thought that, before he had time to say anything, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, but a moment of effort, the big raindrops crashed into the yard, and the two of them instantly got wet like a soup.

Li Su entered the house to avoid the rain while swearing, saying, "I'm leaning on, it's all November, how can there be thunderstorms."

But as soon as they entered, the rain stopped next moment.

Li Su looked at the sky suspiciously: "What's going on? Was it targeted?" He looked at Song Qingluo, "Did you just say you want to buy antiques?"

Song Qingluo: "..."

Li Su said: "No?"

Song Qingluo didn't think it would, but it was a bit too coincidental. Both of them were soaked all over, and they had no choice but to change to clean clothes.

Then Li Su called out a few waste collectors and took the antiques in Song Qingluo's house to sell. They didn't sell a few dollars, not even one month of food. Li Su looked at Qian Xin and thought that fortunately, Lin Banxia was not here, otherwise he might not be able to eat for half a day.

Recently Song Qingluo needed money very much, because he discovered that the heretics had something to do with Lin Banxia, ​​so he began to look around for traces of them. But the probability of recent heretics is very low, and almost disappeared in recent months ...

"Alas." Li Su, who changed his clothes, shook his head. "I'm free anyway. Come to your house for a few days."

"Just whatever you want." The courtyard is large, and Song Qingluo doesn't matter.

So Li Su lived with Li Ye. Song Qingluo did n’t really care at first, but later I was a little annoyed with the two. They stick together every day like a conjoined baby. Li Ye was a few years old and seemed to be like a child. He even fed his mouth to eat, which was disgusting.

In fact, Li Su was deliberate. He didn't want to find something for Song Qingluo so that he could divert his attention. Of course this was not the case when he first came in, until one day he suddenly discovered that Song Qingluo was not sleeping all night, sitting in the corner of the courtyard, staring at the sky above him. There was no expression on Song Qingluo's face, and the facial features were a little vague in the night, but he gave Li Su a very bad feeling ... as if he were about to disappear.

If he can see Lin Banxia again, Li Su doubts that Song Qingluo can do anything. Even if he has a special physique, Song Qingluo is an individual, so that he will not be able to carry it all night long if he can't sleep all night. Li Su's persuasion is useless. Song Qingluo is stubborn and obviously will not listen to his advice. Thinking about it, Li Su finally came up with a disgusting way for him, so that night, Song Qingluo walked quietly to the courtyard and was ready to sit down to continue as Wang Fushi. The rustling noise.

Song Qingluo listened for a while, his face suddenly changed, he gritted his teeth and got up and left. He didn't give Li Su a good face the next day.

Li Su was thick-skinned, but only as if he could not see, hehehe haha ​​still no formality.

The previous job was gone, most of the money in Cary was Lin Banxia, ​​in order to maintain his livelihood, Song Qingluo had to start thinking about looking for a new job. Unfortunately, reality is much crueler than imagined. Song Qingluo completed his studies at the base, which means that he did not have a degree certificate in the traditional sense ...

Finding a job suddenly became difficult.

Li Su learned of this and smiled, leaning back and forth, or else Song Qingluo you work for me, I will pay you a salary every month to ensure that you are enough.

Song Qingluo refused without hesitation.

At this moment, someone suddenly sent charcoal in the snow. Mr. Zhu, who had an old relationship with Song Qingluo's family, suddenly came to the door and said that he wanted to talk to Song Qingluo.

Li Su did not know this person, and asked him what he did?

Song Qingluo said, he said: "Sell me antiques."

Li Su's face changed suddenly. If he hadn't watched the man getting older, he would probably have to get up and use the broom to catch people. Fortunately, he finally refrained, thinking that Song Qingluo had no money anyway, and he refused to use Lin Banxia to deposit, to see what he bought antiques.

Mr. Zhu and Song Qingluo chatted for a while, and slowly took out something from their pockets. Sitting next to him, Li Su fixed his eyes and found that it was a bank card wrapped in plastic paper. Master Zhu slowly handed the bank card to Song Qingluo and said, "I heard that you are short of money recently. Use it. "

Song Qingluo missed: "What does this mean?"

"Hi, it's all your own money." Mr. Zhu said lightly. "Don't you always buy antiques from me? These are all your money for antiques."

Song Qingluo: "..."

"What are you doing?" Zhu Zhu said, "This antique market is very deep, you have no experience, you have to buy some messy things, stop you, and you are afraid to buy it elsewhere. Since anyway If you want to be cheated, let me do it. "He said so calmly.

Song Qingluo said nothing for a while.

"I'm also watching you grow up." Father Zhu said, "You enter that kind of place, every cent is hard-earned money, where can I be willing to see that you have been cheated by others. You are also old It ’s time to start a family and take care of your children, so do n’t buy any antiques. ”After he said this, he remembered something and took back the bank card he passed out.“ No, this money is in your hands. Not sure, what about the young man with you? The one named Lin Banxia? "

Song Qingluo's throat slightly moved: "He is not at home."

"Did you go out to play?" Master Zhu said, "Our generation has also seen more. It is not easy to find someone to live with. I can see that he likes you and is also a good boy. You pay the money. Leave it to him, don't spoil yourself. "

Song Qingluo whispered: "He is gone."

Grandpa Zhu froze: "Why are you gone?"

Song Qingluo said: "To save me."

Grandpa Zhu: "... Then, will you come back?"

Song Qingluo said: "I don't know, he will come back." He seemed to be waiting for a hopeless Gan Lin in the desert.

Grandpa Zhu thought that the two were just arguing, hesitating for a while, and whispered: "Since he likes you so much, he will definitely come back. If he can't help, you should go to him, serve him softly, and admit his mistake How can there be no hardships. "

Song Qingluo smiled bitterly.

Grandpa Zhu left the bank card and left. He regretted mentioning the topic of Lin Banxia. After all, he never saw that look on Song Qingluo's face. This reminded him of what he looked like when Song Qingluo's family had an accident. He seemed to be on him again, and saw the young man who was holding the grief and pretending to be cold. Song Qingluo is a stubborn person, and it can be seen from his search for his mother for so many years. Now that Lin Banxia is gone, how long will he look for? Can you still find it? Grandpa Zhu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart and raised his hand to wipe his wet eyes.

Song Qingluo accepted the bank card. He does need money now, of course, not to buy antiques, but to find Lin Banxia.

Without the news of the heretics, he changed his mind and began searching for meteor trails around the world. He remembered that Lin Banxia's changes had something to do with the stars, hoping to find vague clues.

It is another season when autumn goes to spring. Time rushes, and a year has passed.

This year, Li Su received only a handful of tasks about heretics. This kind of thing that has appeared frequently has now become a rarity. Li Su has been exposed to it three times a year, one of which was due to a misunderstanding. The base is of course also studying why the heretics disappeared, and concluded that the source of the pollution was suppressed. Therefore, the radiation to the object is constantly decreasing. At the same time as the radiation is decreasing, the pollution disappears, so this heresy becomes a rare item.

This is naturally a good thing for most people. You don't need to risk your life to seal up those things, you can live the life of ordinary people, calm and leisurely, as if those exciting experiences are just a vast dream.

This matter is just the opposite of Song Qingluo. The person he is looking for has an inseparable relationship with heresy. They disappeared, which also means that he cannot find him.

Despair is like a slowly spreading rust stain, a little bit corroding Song Qingluo's body, his surface is as usual, it seems to work harder than ordinary people seem to live in, but feel that something is constantly being lost.

Song Qingluo knew it was something called hope.

The longer the time, the more he felt that it was impossible to find Lin Banxia. Not that he couldn't find it, but Lin Banxia didn't want to come back. He left here and became another kind of detached human existence. This kind of existence naturally has no human feelings. Ji Feng is right. Lin Banxia is not going back, but he does n’t want to.

This perception made Song Qingluo desperate. He kept telling himself not to give up, he could wait until that day. However, it was like hypnotic words, and there was no way for his empty soul to be filled ... The huge, torn wound continued to spread, and seemed to be about to turn into a black hole, swallowing him completely.

No one noticed the strangeness of Song Qingluo, and even a few friends who lived with him didn't realize Song Qingluo's soul sinking in the dark.

Song Qingluo hurriedly left and returned tiredly. He no longer looked up at the starry sky, but sat silently in the empty room, staring at the empty wall in front of him. The thought of Lin Banxia was like a tarsal maggot. He even had the illusion that Lin Banxia slightly raised his lips and showed a familiar gentle smile to him.

"Aren't you coming back?" Song Qingluo said to himself, "You don't love me anymore."

"If so, I would rather die at that time."

"At least until you die, you have your love."

"Lin Banxia, ​​I can't stand it anymore."

It was only a year, but he seemed to have spent such a long time. He came from the dark **** and saw the fireworks. Later, he fell again, unable to endure the darkness he was accustomed to.

Lin Banxia is his light, his fireworks world.

At this time the light is gone, leaving him alone, walking alone in the dark.

...

The bright morning in spring is so beautiful.

The flowers in the yard are all blooming, and the peony, which occupies half of the garden, blooms with gorgeous stamens, and the beauty is amazing.

Unconsciously, Ji Leshui had lived here for a year. He got up from bed as usual and went out to see Song Qingluo's car parked at the door. He thought he should come back last night. Song Qingluo has been going out more frequently recently, and staying at home has less time. Ji Leshui feels that it is a good thing. After all, Song Qingluo is busy than idle. He returned to the yard and suddenly heard Xiaohua's crying. Ji Leshui was shocked in his heart and hurried away, who would have seen Xiaohua holding the cave and sitting on the ground in disarray. Xiaohua heard the footsteps of the coming person and howled: "Brother, brother ... The little cave, the little cave will not move!"

Ji Leshui looked down and found that the usual lively cave was lying deadly in the arms of Xiaohua, and didn't move at all. It looked like it became a lifeless ... skeleton shelf.

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