Phantom Skeleton Painting

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In summer, Lin Banxia sat on a chair to cool off, holding a bowl of ice powder made by Song Qingluo Gang.

This is the first time he has eaten this kind of thing. It is said that it is a real estate in Sichuan and Chongqing. It is rubbed in the water with a black granular object. Adding lime water will form a piece of jelly-like transparent solid. Adding ice, together with boiled thick brown sugar, is simply the best choice for summer heat.

Lin Banxia took a big sip and felt the coolness slide down his throat into his stomach, aroused a chill, and could not help but sigh comfortably.

Ji Leshui was beside him, shaking the fan in his hand, a sleepy look.

Lin Banxia glanced at him and said, "Aren't you going to work today?"

Ji Leshui raised his eyelids: "Have a high temperature holiday."

Recently, it is the three-volt season. The hottest time of the year is a little hotter this year than last year. The temperature went up to more than forty, and their unit directly gave employees half a month of high temperature leave.

Lin Banxia said: "Oh... I forgot."

Speaking of work, Lin Banxia suddenly made a worry, and even the ice powder in his mouth was not so delicious. The people at the base forgot Song Qingluo completely, which means that Song Qingluo got out of the prison that trapped him, and it also means... Song Qingluo was out of work. Unemployment is small. The key point is that Song Qingluo has nothing to do all day long. If he has nothing to do, he likes to tossing himself. Even if his physical constitution can't die now, he can't stand such tossing. Lin Banxia thought of this, could not help a bit of acid.

Song Qingluo was only a few years old when he entered the base. Although he had received a good education in the base, it also meant that he did not have a traditional diploma... This year, moving bricks at the construction site requires a primary school education. Lin Banxia thought about it seriously and decided to go out to find a job after a few days when the weather was cool.

At dinner, Lin Banxia told his family at the dinner table.

After Song Qingluo listened, the hand holding the chopsticks paused slightly: "I will go with you."

Lin Banxia originally wanted to say that he should go alone, and seeing Song Qingluo's expression was serious, he had to swallow the words in his mouth. But Li Su, this guy is not too big to see the excitement, giggling: "Song Qingluo, haven't you submitted a resume before? Did someone reply to you?"

Song Qingluo glanced at him, not answering.

"But it doesn't matter." Li Su said, "If you are not careful, you must have not posted the photo. If you post it, someone will definitely want to find you."

Song Qingluo: "..."

Lin Banxia immediately prevented: "Forget it, even if you look for it, it's probably not a serious job."

Seeing Song Qingluo's face getting darker and darker, Lin Banxia quickly digressed and said that after two days of cool weather, let's talk about it. Recently, the people who are really hot are panicking. Fortunately, the yard is cool, but it saves a lot of electricity... …

Even after this, Lin Banxia did not care about it. After a few days, he found that Song Qingluo's condition was a bit wrong, and he held his mobile phone all day and looked dignified. Lin Banxia quietly leaned over and glanced over, suddenly surprised by the content above.

"How to write a resume that satisfies hr"

"The most important skills in the interview"

...So many.

Lin Banxia: "..."

Song Qingluo noticed Lin Pinxia who was beside him, and took the phone away. He turned his head slightly and calmly said, "Why?"

Lin Banxia looked at Song Qingluo's beautiful face, and his heart rose with infinite compassion. He patted Song Qingluo's shoulder and said seriously: "Don't worry, Qingluo, we will definitely find a job."

Song Qingluo: "Really?"

Lin Banxia nodded seriously: "Really."

He has become a god, is it not easy to find a job-Lin Banxia at this time, thinking so optimistically.

After another half month, the hot, irritating weather was finally cooler. Lin Banxia voted a few resumes, and there was an echo, but Song Qingluo had no news.

Because of this, he didn't look good for several days, until he finally received a call to interview him, the atmosphere at home was better.

Lin Banxia also sighed with relief, who knew Song Qingluo who came back from the interview was in a worse mood. When Lin Banxia asked, he learned that the interview was an interview, but the position was not the same as what Song Qingluo wanted—it turned into an assistant next to the boss and needed to go with the drink often.

Lin Banxia couldn't help crying, thinking that this society is really cruel.

Song Qingluo was hit hard, and he didn't even eat dinner. Finally, when sleeping at night, Lin Banxia squeezed into his bed, kissed him here, and kissed him there again, only to cheer him up.

Afterwards, Lin Banxia sat down on the bed softly, thinking that he couldn't go on like this anyway. He was beyond the scope of human beings anyway. His mother's work problems with the object could not be solved, is it ridiculous? ! Thinking about it, I came up with a good idea, and immediately turned over. He kissed Song Qingluo several times and said with delight: "Qing Luo, let's go back to our old business?"

Song Qingluo puzzled: "Old Bank? Base?"

"No, no, no." Where did Lin Banxia want Song Qingluo to go back, "Not your old business--it's my old business--"

Song Qingluo: "..."

If they are ordinary people, they may have some fear of Lin Banxia’s career, but Song Qingluo is a kind of person who entered the base when he was seven years old, and is accustomed to all kinds of strange things. Don't talk about collecting the corpse, even if it's corpse manufacturing. And Lin Banxia remembered that there were no requirements for things like education, the only requirement was that the courage was big enough without a history of crime.

With this in mind, Song Qingluo could do the job perfectly.

Lin Banxia has always been a do-it-yourself activist. The next day he directly called the previous boss and talked about the situation here and asked if they were still in need.

The boss had a good impression of Lin Banxia. When Lin Banxia wanted to come back, he immediately agreed. Lin Banxia asked politely again if they needed more people, saying that a friend would like to try it. After listening, the boss smiled and said: "Yes, your friends must be brave enough, otherwise they haven't done it for two days, and the psychological shadow is coming."

Lin Banxia's desire to find a job is more than the psychological shadow caused by the body to Song Qingluo...

Get the boss's approval, the two immediately post.

Lin Banxia returned to his work post. The old colleagues of the past met him enthusiastically and greeted him. When they saw him and Song Qingluo beside him, they almost showed amazing colors. After this job, I was very surprised.

"Lin Banxia, ​​your friend really wants to do this?" Colleagues kindly said, "This job is dirty and tired, don't scare your friend."

"No, no." Lin Banxia assured him by patting his chest. "He is very courageous."

Colleagues still didn't believe it, and they murmured in their hearts. After all, Song Qingluo's delicate face didn't look like this kind of work.

Lin Banxia was too lazy to explain any more, and he would know more after a few days.

So a few days later, under the dumbfounded gaze of his colleagues, Song Qingluo held the shovel calmly and shoved the body that had been shattered into a body bag. He didn't even wear a mask, and the flesh and blood were blurred in front of him. It seemed to him that it was just a pile of sand.

Even after shoveling the entity, eating the braised pork in the cafeteria at noon was delicious. Colleagues quickly asked Lin Banxia what Song Qingluo used to do.

Lin Banxia opened his mouth: "It used to be the young master of the rich family, and later fell into the family..." Then he shook his head and sighed, "Don't presume these things in his face."

Colleagues also sighed when they heard the words, and in their minds, they made up for Wei Qing's strange personal design.

On the first day of work, Song Qingluo and Lin Banxia's partner successfully completed the task and received praise from the boss. The two were content and went to the nearby supermarket to buy a large box of Coke as a reward before returning home.

On the way home, Lin Banxia walked on the side of the road and suddenly stopped. Seeing this, Song Qingluo was about to ask him what happened, but Lin Banxia raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Time pauses instantly.

Lin Banxia raised his head and saw a heavy flower pot hovering in the air above him. He waved his hand, and the flower pot disappeared in front of his eyes like smoke and dust scattered by the wind.

Another snapping finger, time is running again and the world is back on track.

Song Qingluo blinked, and he felt something vaguely, looking at Lin Banxia.

Lin Banxia was full of innocents: "Why do you see me?"

Song Qingluo: "You... forget it, nothing." He withdrew his eyes and didn't get to the bottom.

Just the time-out option is enough for Lin Banxia to satisfy all his desires, and he can get everything he wants. But he did not abuse this ability, still diligent and diligent, and lived like an ordinary person in the hot weather.

Lin Banxia didn't seem to feel Song Qingluo's slightly different look. He smiled and patted Song Qingluo's shoulder and said, "Come on, come back late, and Coke is all hot."

Song Qingluo's eyes moved slightly, and he gave a soft yell, but he extended his hand towards Lin Banxia.

Lin Banxia felt his heart, smiled, and interlocked with Song Qingluo's ten fingers. The two walked side by side, not minding the strange look cast around him.

At home, Lin Banxia took Coke from Song Qingluo and went to the kitchen, bent down and lowered his head, and stuffed a bottle of Coke into the refrigerator.

Song Qingluo leaned against the wall, looking at Lin Banxia's serious expression of Coke, with a smile on his lips.

Lin Banxia looked back and said strangely, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Song Qingluo said, "It feels like... I'm taking advantage of myself."

Lin Banxia shrugged, did not understand the meaning of Song Qingluo, he did not intend to ask anymore, took a bottle of Coke from the refrigerator, took a big sip after unscrewing, and tossed Song Qingluo again: "Be careful later Work, there are wives and children at home."

Song Qingluo laughed: "Also."