Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 113 Chapter 113 Daoxiang
Song Xingye originally thought that there would be a threesome on the way home from school today.She would walk with Xu Zhe and Tang Lingfei to the community where their homes were located, then get on the bike and go home alone.

But when she pushed her bicycle and arrived at the school gate, she realized that there were not three people in the next section of the road, but four.

Because her father is waiting at the school gate.

For Song Xingye, it had been a long time since his father came to pick him up from school.The father did not drive and was pushing an old bicycle, which was even more strange.But what was strange to her the most was her father's attitude at this time.

"I have contacted an old classmate. His lover is studying design. She said there is 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.

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

Song Huaifeng: "Because we are old friends, I don't ask for a deposit. I said I would draw the watermelons you need first and then negotiate the price."

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

Taking advantage of the break in the conversation, Song Xingye suddenly asked: "Dad, how is your new job in the Computer City?"

Song Huaifeng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Xu Zhe is right, the Computer City is really, well, hard to describe in words. The more I work there, the more I understand how many pitfalls are waiting for every customer. And I didn't do it well. So the treatment given to me won’t be that good.”

On the contrary, Xu Zhe comforted him: "But it is a full-time job after all, with a basic salary and connections with old classmates, so you can't be discouraged too early."

He really thinks it's good to have Uncle Song's help, but now the game hasn't been launched yet, and he only has more than 2 yuan in funds on hand.If Uncle Song was really unhappy at his job in Computer City and wanted to work for him full time, he wouldn't be able to offer 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 applauded: "It's a good thing to be motivated, come on!"

While the two men were chatting like this, the two little girls walking next to them became a little bit speechless.

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 to sell computers in the computer city."

Tang Lingfei said with a smile: "Your father works for Xu Zhe. Is this a life-saving grace? Do you agree to it with your life?"

Hearing this, Song Xingye couldn't help but clenched 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 nothing she could say, so the girl could only pretend to be calm and said: "I don't think it counts, I'm just helping."

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At around ten o'clock at night, Song Xingye, who had just entered the second grade of junior high school, finished writing another set of mock papers for the high school entrance examination. After washing, he turned off the lights and went to bed.

But as she lay on the bed, staring at the dark ceiling, she found that she was not sleepy at all.

Since she was a child, she has had a habit of thinking about what happened today before going to bed.Although it often caused emotional internal friction, she couldn't control herself from thinking about it.

The first thing that came to mind tonight was that when she was in Chinese class, she wanted to share a love novel with someone, but she heard a horror story.

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

The girl still remembers that when she was in elementary school, she once had a good friend who she talked to about everything and 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 in horror magazines.After being frightened by her several times, Song Xingye angrily chose to break off the relationship.

To cut off friendship with a child is to stop talking to you and stop playing with you.The other party also refused to bow his head. As time passed, the original close friendship disappeared.

Perhaps because of his rich imagination and strong brainstorming ability, as soon as Song Xingye heard the beginning of the horror story, he could not help but immerse himself in the terrifying atmosphere.Fortunately, during class today, Xu Zhe only spoke a short paragraph. He noticed that she was in an abnormal mood and did not continue to express herself.

But late at night, the girl still couldn't help but recall what Xu Zhe said... The most troublesome thing was that the short paragraph Xu Zhe said was related to cooking.However, Xu Zhe cooked food for her many times.This sense of immersion is even more irresistible.

"Oh, no!"

Song Xingye realized that if he continued like this, he might lose sleep tonight.So she sat up, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and dialed Tang Lingfei's number.

After waiting for half a minute, no one answered.

"Is Feifei already asleep? Then I..."

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

Soon, the other party connected.

Xu Zhe asked: "Hey, what can you do?"

Song Xingye was a little embarrassed, but said with a hint of anger, "You scared me during the day. I can't even sleep now."

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 thought... Okay, okay, I understand, Ye Zi, you are really timid."

Song Xingye couldn't help but curled his lips: "Yes, I'm just timid, what should I do?!"

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

Song Xingye: "Data coverage?"

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

Song Xingye suddenly became excited: "Then tell me."

"Li Huowang... uh, no, not even Klein, um..." After pondering for a moment, Xu Zhe said helplessly, "Sorry, I really can't think of a suitable story to tell. It's easy to read novels, but retelling the stories in the novels It’s not easy to come out.”

Song Xingye whispered: "What should we do?"

Xu Zhe: "How about I sing for you? Let's say it first. I don't listen to love songs very much, so I can't sing love songs."

Song Xingye couldn't help but be startled.Compared to listening to him telling stories and listening to his singing, it seems that there is something more worth looking forward to?She had never heard Xu Zhe sing.

The girl quickly said: "Then you sing, I will listen to you!"

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, falling in Song Xingye's ears like a clear spring with only a hint of sweetness. She couldn't help but be fascinated, but she still didn't finish it.

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　　Sorry, I was a little tired in the afternoon, slept in, and forgot to upload, so the update is a little late.

　　
　
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