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Chapter Fourteen Happy Cowherd Every Day

In the early morning, dew condensed on the bow, and wet marks appeared on the cello case.

Logically speaking, in such a humid weather, they should be well maintained, but Huaishi has no such intention now.

After practicing the piano for two hours as usual and meditating, he sat on the steps of the garden in a daze.

Then of course my butt feels cold.

"Let's just put a cushion here another day."

After he couldn't sit down anymore, he stood up, dusted off his pants, and walked aimlessly around the bare garden.

The traces of stitches on the wound on the arm still hurt a little as the arm moved.

Once again he was reminded of how dangerous he was last night.

No, it should be said that it reminded him deeply of what kind of situation he was in now... He was still far from being able to guarantee his own safety.

Although I often feel that there is no point in continuing such a poor and difficult life, no one who is alive will feel that death is better.

Besides, Huaishi's life has not really begun yet.

How wonderful it is to be alive.

He wanted to wait a little longer.

"Are you dazing in the garden again?"

He suddenly heard the sound of a crow landing on the fence, "Can't you change the place?"

"Don't I like it?"

"Then you should work harder, Huai Shi, the sublimation is almost completed." She sighed with hatred for iron and steel, raised her wings and gestured, "It's just a little bit short."

In response to this, Huai Shi couldn't cheer up at all: "It's useless after the sublimation is completed, right? Can we sprinkle more chili powder?

No matter how awesome it is, it can't be as good as the one last night, right?"

"How many times have I said that the calamity ashes are just a by-product of your soul's attributes. Once the sublimation is completed, the soul's power will undergo breakthrough changes. Besides, do you think the monkey yesterday really relied on his own abilities?"

"Um?"

"Nue, the stigmata in the genealogy of Yingzhou's story, is the result of the third stage of etherification."

Crow glanced at him with deep meaning: "Sublimation is just the beginning, Huaishi. Sublimators with great potential often awaken when they are eleven or twelve years old. You are already a bit slow, don't slack off.

Maybe you hope to return to peace after this time is over, but I think you must understand one thing first - the owner of the Book of Destiny is destined to embark on the road to the top of the world. Power, wealth, and beauty will all be at your fingertips, but only

It is impossible to have a calm life."

Huaishi was silent for a long time, holding the notebook in his hand:

"...Is it too late for me to throw this thing away now?"

Crow thought for a while and suddenly became excited: "Although I don't recommend you do this, this has never happened in history. I'm curious about what will happen then, why don't you give it a try?"

Huaishi rolled her eyes.

"So, just enjoy it without resisting." The crow stretched out its wings sympathetically and patted his shoulder: "At least, you still have a peaceful life in a certain sense."

Yes, I ignored that I was so poor that I almost died and had to work in a Cowherd shop. I encountered a dead body on the road and was hunted down for no apparent reason. Now I am living with a bald Cowherd and I am being used as bait...

For some reason, when Huai Shi thought of this, the girl in a wheelchair whom he had only met twice suddenly came to mind.

Ai Qing.

It seems that I have seen it somewhere before, but if I think about it carefully, I don't seem to have any similar memories in the short and empty first half of my life.

No matter what, no one who sees such a beautiful young lady in a wheelchair will forget about her, right?

He scratched his head and couldn't remember it no matter how much he thought about it.

It wasn't until the sound of a car horn came from the door to remind him to start work that he reluctantly picked up the piano case and walked outside.

The half-hearted Cowherd Huaishi ushered in a new day of torture...

Then of course, he got into trouble.

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"Aren't you just selling things when you come here to work? Why are you pretending to be such a big-tailed wolf?"

In front of Liu Dongli, the lean woman who was almost old enough to be Huai Shi's mother pointed angrily at Huai Shi behind him, and suddenly threw a glass of wine over her:

"I've opened more than a dozen champagne towers in your place, why don't I just ask him to come and sit with me and have a few drinks? Do you really think you are a god? Call your manager out, I won't fucking believe it today

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In the chaos, Huai Shi laughed dryly from behind, not knowing what to say, and was finally pushed out in a hurry.

After a while, Liu Dongli finally got rid of the trouble. After searching for a long time, he found Huai Shi waiting for lunch in front of the pancake stall at the back door of the club.

This guy has grown in size since he got a daily allowance of 800 yuan. He even dared to add two ham sausages to a pancake. He looked so happy that Liu Dongli, who was originally extremely depressed, couldn't help but click his tongue in surprise:

"On your second day at work, you were complained six times. How did you do it?"

Huai Shi thought seriously for a long time and asked tentatively: "Maybe it's because I'm good-looking?"

"I'm talking about Huai Shi..." Liu Dongli sighed, "You had wine thrown in your face and your face was scratched so many times. Why do you act like someone who has nothing to do?"

"Then what can I do?"

Huai Shi looked at him blankly, "Go back and kick her in the butt, tell her that thirty years are spent on the surface of the river and thirty years are spent on the bottom of the river. Don't bully young people into poverty?"

Besides, this is all expected, is there anything to be angry about? If I were even angry about this, I would have been so angry four or five years ago."

"..."

Liu Dongli was speechless and could only say: This guy always has some unexpected strengths in strange aspects.

Ever since he took Huai Shi to work in a semi-tough way, there have been so many bad things, but I have never seen this guy lose his temper or lift the table. Even if he had wine thrown at him, he just smiled and moved away.

Go aside and don't fight back when hit or scolded.

Although he keeps talking flirtatiously in private, his patience is so good that it makes people speechless.

The optimist is so happy that one wonders whether he is just stupid or something else.

Looking at his smiling face while waiting for the pancakes, Liu Dongli was always a little irritable for some reason. He always felt that he was forcing good people into prostitution and bullying honest people, and his conscience was greatly damaged.

"Stop waiting, let's go."

Liu Dongli took him back to change clothes: "I won't go to work in the afternoon. My brother will take you to eat well."

"Really? Have you finally discovered your conscience?" Huai Shi was surprised: "Then when will you pay the electricity bill?"

Liu Dongli was walking up the steps, his waist almost flashed, and he turned around and glared: "You said I would be your bodyguard for free, why do you have to pay the electricity bill?"

"It's you who wants to use the water heater."

Huaishi said, "Can't you just wash it with cold water?"

"Hey, do you have any conscience? I was injured yesterday trying to save you. Besides, bathing in cold water is very harmful to the skin, okay?"

"...Yeah, it hurts my hair too." Huai Shi, who followed behind, added.

Visible to the naked eye, Liu Dongli staggered on the steps and almost rolled down.

When changing clothes, Huai Shi wore sunglasses and a huge mask to cover her face, looking like a criminal ready to cause trouble at any time.

No way, it's one thing to work in the Cowherd Club, but it's another thing to actually be seen and take pictures by your classmates.

He managed to fool him last time, but this time he couldn't be recognized.

It's a pity... things often don't work according to people's subjective will. Huai Shi, who has been memorizing poems all year round, just went out and heard shouting from behind.
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