Chapter 91 Six Floors of the Magic Tower

The moment he stepped into the stone gate, Qi Wanxiang felt that the light in front of him was dim. Close your eyes and open your eyes again. There are dazzling neon lights in front of you, and there is soft music in your ears. When you listen to it, you want to find a place to sit quietly or take a nap. Turning around, there was no stone door that I had just entered.

Looking up, the scene in front of him told Qi Wanxiang that this was clearly a bar pattern. Qi Wanxiang has been to a bar once before, but the environment here is very different from that there. The surrounding walls are decorated in a gray-brown log style, and the seats are also in the shape of stitches, just like the roots of trees that have just been cut off.

As a small platform for performance and dancing, it is also a thick and unspeakable tree stump, on which several pairs of men and women are slowly twisting their bodies. Qi Wanxiang looked at all this in front of him and had to reach out and rub his eyes, but everything in front of him did not change at all.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in Qi Wanxiang's mind, and the picture became clearer and clearer. Qi Wanxiang looked at it and sighed, "Oh, what's the pain?"

In the picture, it is summer, the sky is bright, and the birds have begun to chirp. At this time, a boy of about 1.63 meters, holding a book in his left armpit and an old scalper in his right hand, came out of a farmyard leisurely. The little boy's eyes were still hazy and sleepy.

After driving the cow to the river, the cow began to eat grass one by one bite. However, the boy gently put the book on a stone. After staring at the book "Second Grade Chinese of Junior High School" for a while, he picked up the cool river and washed his face randomly, and then picked up the textbook he had just put down and recited it.

The little boy let go of the cow for a while, raised his wrist and looked at the electronic watch. Seeing that it was already 7:30, he drove the cow home. The electronic watch on her wrist was given to her by her mother on her birthday a few days ago. She was afraid that she would be late for school.

As soon as he entered the house, the boy shouted, "Mom, come out and milk." Then, the bar cow was tied to the yard and wanted to walk to the inner room. After entering the room, the boy stuffed the textbook into his schoolbag and sorted it out by the way.

Then, he picked up the cup on the table and picked up the steamed bun next to him. The boiled water and steamed buns were his breakfast. Then he went out with his schoolbag on his back, said goodbye to his mother who was milking in the yard, and went to school.

The picture turned around. After a day of intense study, the boy rushed into the house with his schoolbag on his back. The boy drank a few mouthfuls of cold boiled water. After repairing it for a while, he carried his schoolbag and drove the old scalper out again. The boy did not forget to put down his schoolbag, but completed the teacher's homework every day while herding cattle.

The picture turned again, and the boy stepped on the dusk sun to drive the old scalper into the house with his mother who had been working in the field all day. Then the mother began to make noodles and make a fire, but the boy helped his mother pick vegetables and wash vegetables with a basin.

It was very late after dinner. When my mother came back from washing the pot, she found that the boy was already asleep. Looking at the sleeping child, the mother muttered, "It's not good for me and your father. You are still so young, but you suffer so much."

These pictures are all scenes from Qi Wanxiang Middle School. Reviewing these again, Qi Wanxiang does not have the usual warmth in his heart, but a sense of fatigue. Why has he been so busy and tired since he was a child?

"Hello, sir, welcome to the leisure park. If you feel tired, please take a casual rest over there." The soft voice in your ear suddenly pulled it out of the memories of your youth.

Looking up, Qi Wanxiang found that the girl standing in front of him had a beautiful appearance and was wearing a rabbit girl suit. The girl's pair of naughty big jade rabbits almost rushed out of her low-cut coat to make trouble, and the ultra-short skirt on her lower body could cover that touch of privacy. Coupled with a pair of long white rabbit ears on his head and a trembling tail behind his buttocks, Qi Wanxiang called "demon" in his heart.

"Sir", a timid cry woke Qi Wanxiang up from his daze. Looking at the girl's slightly red cheeks, Qi Wanxiang found that he was so rude. Following the girl's guidance, Qi Wanxiang came to an empty seat and sat down.

Under the buttocks is the shape of the stow, but a wisp of green vines are cleverly hanging down from the ceiling at the backrest. When approaching the stool, they are cleverly combined to form the feeling of a natural sofa. However, it was not until Qi Wanxiang sat down that he found that the natural sofa forced the leather sofa at home to be comfortable.

Qi Wanxiang was feeling the strange sofa. The girl went back and returned, with a teapot and a small teacup in the tray in her hand. After putting it on Qi Wanxiang's table, he explained to him while making tea: "The boss said that Qi Wanxiang likes tea the most. This is the best Longjing. Please invite Mr. Qi to taste one or two."

Where has Qi Wanxiang drunk any good Longjing before? The most expensive tea is the kind of black tea that costs 30 yuan per catty. After smelling the tea, Qi Wanxiang drank the tea in the cup. To be honest, except for being a little cool, Qi Wanxiang didn't feel much, but he still exclaimed with intoxication: "Good tea."

He drank his own cup of tea, but Qi Wanxiang didn't notice that the music here had been replaced by the famous saxophone "Go Home". And I don't know when two more beautiful girls on both sides of him are slowly pinching his legs and feet, and behind him is also a beautiful girl gently pinching his shoulder.

With a "huh" breath, Qi Wanxiang had drunk more than half of the pot of tea, and his body was extremely relaxed, just like a fairyland. But at this time, that kind of picture began to appear in his mind again.

The picture is Qi Wanxiang's college life. By the weekend, the students went out to play. The brother who has a girlfriend takes him out to play in the mountains and rivers to check the occupancy rate of the hotel. Brothers who are not here, go out in groups to drink and play cards, or a group of people go to Internet cafes to fight against the newly emerging Warcraft DOTA.

And Qi Wanxiang goes to the electronic mall to work every weekend. Sometimes they promote electronic products, sometimes they sell advertisements to shopping malls or manufacturers, and when they are unlucky, they help the boss unload the goods.

The picture turned again, and this time Qi Wanxiang has begun to work. He gets up at seven o'clock every morning, and then squeezes the bus to work ten kilometers away, so that he can save more than 400 rent every month. Then he went to work for eight hours and kept doing his own work.

When they get off work, everyone scrambles to get off work, but Qi Wanxiang refuses to let go of every opportunity to work overtime. Although the overtime pay is not much each time, it is not a small number to persist in a month. Of course, this is not a small number in the eyes of Qi Wanxiang.

Busy, Qi Wanxiang suddenly found that he was so busy, or his previous days were so busy. Since he began to remember, it seems that he has never rested, and he has not gone there to rest. Qi Wanxiang always arranges his time slowly and strives for everything as a chance to succeed, or a chance to make money.

Thinking of this, Qi Wanxiang suddenly felt that his previous days were worthless, or meaningless. He had never really relaxed, never had a good rest, and always turned around like a clock.

But even if he made such efforts, by the 25th and 6th, there was still a home with hot water, and there was still no woman who loved him. It seems useless to work so hard and so busy.

Since everything I do is such a sad result, why can't I make myself lazy? Or make your life full of warmth and comfort? Uh-huh, or this kind of picture of life in front of you can be called life, right?

Thinking of this, Qi Wanxiang grabbed the teacup that was filled again on the table and drank it slowly. He felt the gentle massage from his legs and back. He couldn't help sighing, "Life is so comfortable that it can be called life."

He picked up the teacup again. Qi Wanxiang just wanted to drink it, but saw the reflection in the tea. The young man in the reflection had a decadent face and almost no focus in his eyes, as if he were drunk. You can also faintly see a pretty girl standing behind him pinching his shoulder.

"This? Is it me?" Qi Wanxiang couldn't help but think of such a question, "Why have I become so decadent?" There is no trace of anger than a young man who looks like a rotten old man.

Quietly look at the teacup in your hand, and then look at the girl who is kneeling on both sides and pounding her legs and pinching her feet. Qi Wanxiang smiled, with sarcasm in his laughter and a deep contempt for himself. He asked his reflection in the cup, "Is this the comfortable life you want? Living comfortably like this?"

At this moment, Qi Wanxiang felt that his sense of existence was very weak. If I live like this, I may be very comfortable, but I am just a walking corpse, and I am not even as good as a walking corpse.

smashing the teacup in his hand heavily on the teapot in front of him, Qi Wanxiang stood up and roared, "This is not me! This is not the life I want. It's better not to come to this world to live like this."

With a gasp, Qi Wanxiang stretched out his hand to overturn the table in front of him and shouted, "Where is this?" Get out of here. My life is absolutely not like this. My life is up to me."

After a dazzling change, the scene in front of us turned into a completely white room. There was a big word "lazy" written on the opposite wall, and the left and right sides wrote in the form of couplets: "In my dreams all day long, I suddenly heard that spring was full of mountain climbing. Because of the monk's words in the bamboo courtyard, I stole half a day's leisure, and the place of horizontal criticism is: "I can muddle along."

Looking at these in front of him, Qi Wanxiang opened the small stone door on the wall with a smile again. If I remember correctly, the current level is the last level of the tower.