I have been practicing Taoism for so many years, and I have developed a biological clock. I must wake up at 5:30 every day, and the summer and winter are correct.
"Director, I..."
The curator looked gloomy and scolded angrily: "In just a few days since you came here, you first learned to skip work and then learned to sleep in. You have a very strong learning ability!"
"Look at Master Liu!"
Only then did I notice Liu Shan standing behind him with a wicked smile on his face.
Needless to say, it was him again!
People under the eaves had to bow their heads, so I could only apologize with a bow and a nod.
In the end, all I got was a warning from the curator.
"Remember, this is your last time!"
After saying that, the curator looked back at Liu Shan: "Teach him a lesson! If he is still like this, you are also responsible!"
After saying that, he waved his hand and walked away angrily.
Liu Shan and I were the only two people left in the room. For a while, I complained endlessly.
Liu Shan was already very hostile to me, but now he is staring at me blatantly. Doesn't this mean that he has placed a real-time surveillance on me?
If he continues to add insult to injury, I will really have to get out of here.
Liu Shan lit up his tobacco pipe, crossed his legs, and started smoking.
"You, be good, I guarantee you will be very comfortable here."
My whole body suddenly tensed up and my heart accelerated significantly.
Not because of what he said, but because the smell of cigarettes made me feel particularly happy. I even wanted to grab his cigarette and take a few puffs.
I smoke occasionally, but I'm not addicted to it, but the way I feel now makes me feel like an old smoker.
I suddenly noticed something was wrong, and I didn't dare to stay in the house any longer, so I put on my clothes and ran to the water room.
"Hey, you just ran away after saying a few words."
Liu Shan's taunting came from behind me again, but I no longer had the mind to care about him, and just kept stimulating my face with cold water.
Under the stimulation of cold water, I finally regained my consciousness.
Only women who have had abortions can dream of such children. I don’t even have a girlfriend, so I can’t even talk about abortion?
That is, what was hit by something yesterday?
But then I thought about it, isn’t this nonsense?
A Taoist priest lets dirty things wash away. How can I imitate a dog?
Then for a few days, I felt confused all the time. I forgot where I put the things I had just held in my hands in the blink of an eye.
The most terrible thing is that as soon as my butt touches the stool, I feel sleepy immediately.
At first I thought it was just caused by excessive mental stress recently and a lack of rest.
The child in the dream never appeared again, so I just regarded it as a coincidence.
However, Liu Shan followed me closely every day, as rigorously as guarding against thieves, which made me miserable.
On the fourth day, I finally couldn't bear it anymore. If I kept going like this, I would collapse sooner or later.
I must find a Taoist temple or temple and take a good look.
When I told Chen Jiayan about this, she gave me a heads up.
"You've already made the curator very angry before. She definitely can't give you leave."
Tsk, this is the truth, but I can't just stand firm like this.
After much thought, I decided to give it a try.
I wandered in the corridor for a long time and never found a suitable reason.
Just when I was hesitating, I suddenly looked up and saw the staff badges hanging on the wall, and the curator's photo was the first one.
I looked down and saw his age, counted it with my fingers, and suddenly came up with a plan.
I suddenly plucked up the courage and knocked on the door of the curator's office.
I just walked in, and he had a smile on his face. When he saw it was me, he immediately slammed the information in his hand on the table.
"Is something wrong?"
Between the lines, there is impatience.
I put a flattering smile on my face, bent down, and ran to him in three steps at a time.
"I really have something to tell you."
He didn't even raise his head, and one word popped out of his mouth: "Say."
"Is this your birth year?"
These words piqued his interest a little, and he raised his head and glanced: "What's wrong?"
"The white tiger sits at the head and brings misfortunes every year. Isn't this year going well for you?"
This time, he finally looked at me seriously: "Do you still understand this?"
"Not only do I understand, I also know that when the autumn moon passes, the white tiger turns upside down, and it will be even more difficult for you in the second half of the year!"
I really didn't want to scare him. I knew from his birthday that he was not going well this year.
It just so happened that I took this opportunity to do him a favor and help myself.
There is mutual benefit for everyone, there is nothing wrong with it.
The curator rolled his eyes and whispered to the sofa behind me: "Sit down and talk."
"As soon as the white tiger comes, you will inevitably run into a lawsuit. If the white tiger is reversed, you will be the defendant."
At this point, I paused deliberately and said, "I do know a way to help you resolve this matter."
"Say it quickly."
