Greed & Laziness (16)
The priest just stood there, with an aura that made people around him afraid to approach him.
Song Shu vaguely understood something, like a seedling about to break through the soil, struggling to cocoon, and finally giving up. It was like scratching one's head when one was one key clue away from solving a math problem.
The entertainment committee briefly introduced the priest and asked Song Shu if she agreed to audition. Song Shu was still dressed as a tree, with only her face showing through the round hole, and her hands acting as branches, held by a nearby tree.
Song Shu looked over and saw that Qin Sang had woken up from sleepiness and was slowly poking his arm.
Song Yinxing took in all their interactions and smiled sarcastically: "We meet again."
Qin Sang had no intention of saying hello, so Song Shu had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Hello."
Not to mention meeting, they should meet again tonight, after all, he still has to go to the monastery to work.
The cultural and entertainment committee member looked around and said, "So you two know each other."
Song Shu always felt that his words were a bit deliberate, and paused before speaking. And why did Qin Sang always have such great hostility towards the priest? As long as the priest was present, Qin Sang's laziness seemed to disappear, and his eyes had never opened so wide. Song Shu was wondering if they had any grudges.
Regarding Song Shu's proposal to try out for the role of the priest, the entertainment committee gave Song Shu some time to think about it. While Song Shu was thinking, Qin Sang was not sleepy, but muttered beside him: "Do you want to act? If you do, you have to cooperate with that old man."
"He's so old, how can you like him..."
"Hey...! Qin Sang!"
Song Shu covered his mouth and looked around nervously, "Fortunately he..."
"Are you looking for me?"
Song Yinxing appeared on Song Shu's left like a ghost.
Song Shu: “…”
Song Yinxing is taller than Song Shu. When Song Shu looks down at Song Shu, he always feels that Song Yinxing is looking at a child who has not grown up and has a low IQ.
Song Yinxing said: "I heard everything."
Song Shu: “…”
Song Yinxing: "You are saying bad things about me."
When Song Yinxing said this, he weighed the brick-like scripture in his hand. Song Shu swallowed, feeling that it was going to hit him and Qin Sang on the head in the next second.
Qin Sang was impatient to be called away by the cultural and entertainment committee member. Song Shu looked around again and whispered like a thief: "Actually, you are very handsome. You are the most handsome person I have ever seen except my brother."
Song Shu scratched his cheek with his index finger and turned his eyes away a little embarrassedly: "Very young, very handsome, not very old."
"Qinsang was just a little unhappy, so he said those words. I apologize to you on his behalf. I'm sorry."
Song Yinxing was not too angry when Qin Sang called him an old man. After all, he and Qin Sang were different stages of the same person, or different forms of expression. Why did he call himself that?
Now, listening to Song Shu's words, Song Yinxing was furious for no reason. Even if he was in high school, would he let Song Shu clean up such a childish mess?
No, he won't.
Qin Sang, this rubbish, is also him? How can he be called him?
This wasn't unwarranted anger. Song Yinxing sneered, "Will your brother let you clean up the mess?"
Song Shu was stunned for a moment, "No... he is not, no, he is younger than me."
Song Shu wanted to say that Qin Sang was not his brother, but after thinking about it, he felt that his soul should be his brother in high school, and his body was younger than him now, so he stuttered and changed his words, making his words extremely difficult to understand.
Song Yinxing's fingers twitched nervously, and he heavily dropped the hand holding the scripture, and the air sharply passed through the corner of his clothes.
Damn it, he would shoot that bastard Qin Sang right now.
Since the conversation with the priest began, Song Shu had been feeling uncomfortable. The priest really looked like Song Yinxing. Their faces were different, but their personalities were very similar.
But... there is no trace of Song Yinxing.
【What the hell is this breath? 】
Song Shu couldn't explain it clearly: "It's just a taste."
What does it smell like?
"Well, maybe when you see him you will feel that he is Song Yinxing."
[So abstract.]
555 said: [The friendship between you and your brother is indestructible, right? 】
Song Shu: “…”
Stop making jokes, a system loves surfing the Internet so much.
Song Shu touched his earlobe and caught up with Song Yinxing: "I want to play that role. Can you teach me?"
"Can."
Song Yinxing restrained his tone. When he was in high school, he didn't see Song Shu being so obedient to him, nor did he see Song Shu being so sensible. Would he become a good kid in another world?
Song Shu secretly glanced at his profile: "Are you still angry?"
Song Yinxing: “No.”
His face is so dark, it's strange that he is not angry, Song Shu thought.
Song Shu and Song Yinxing came to a corner of the audience. Song Yinxing took out another cigarette and held it in his hand, but did not really light it: "Have you read the script?"
Song Shu was flipping through the pages: "I haven't read it yet."
Song Yinxing casually put the scripture aside, leaned against the wall, took out the pistol from his pocket and wiped it with a cold expression.
Song Shu: “…???”
This priest didn't seem like a priest from beginning to end.
Song Shu finished reading the script.
Overall, the story is about the bad priest, a character who leads the protagonist to downfall.
In an era when religiousism prevailed, the protagonist who went to confession met a priest and confessed his sins to him, but the priest seduced him and said, "Good boy, this is not a bad thing..."
Song Shu felt that there was no need to add this plot, and he did not want to play this role, but he wanted to talk more with the priest in front of him and get some information.
Song Yinxing seemed to have anticipated Song Shu's reaction from the beginning, and looked over with indifference: "What do you want to ask?"
Song Shu watched him playing with the gun, then turned his gaze back to his face, "Do you know the cultural and entertainment committee member?"
Due to some restrictions, Song Yinxing could not say too much about the forbidden content, he could only passively let Song Shu discover the truth of everything by himself. But this question can still be answered.
He stuffed the gun into Song Shu's arms: "I know him."
Song Shu held the gun, weighing it back and forth a few times as if it was hot, and held it in both hands helplessly: "Why did you give me this?"
The table where the scripture was placed was very dirty. Song Yinxing spread out the scripture and pulled Song Shu to sit on it.
Song Shu was confused and didn't dare to resist. He always felt the suppression of Song Yinxing from the priest.
As if he could no longer hold back, the priest in front of him broke the cigarette in his hand and said, "Song Shu, you seem to always insist on your own judgment."
Whether it was the defensiveness or the vigilance, this was what he taught Song Shu. Song Yinxing did not regret it, but he was always a little irritated when the boomerang hit him.
He flicked the crumpled cigarette as if he were smoking: "Don't be fooled."
Song Shu had a Buddhist scripture under his butt, especially this Buddhist scripture that Song Yinxing often held in his hands. He always felt uncomfortable. He moved a little and finally jumped off the table. When he turned to Song Yinxing, he saw that the Buddhist scripture spread out on the table had some wrinkles. But Song Yinxing covered the book as if nothing had happened and held it in his hand again.
Song Shu felt the temperature of his face rising sharply. He rubbed his ears vigorously and continued the previous topic: "How did you get to know the cultural and entertainment committee member? Does he often go to the monastery?"
Song Yinxing glanced at him: "Yeah."
"But he didn't come to confess. He just came to spy on you."
Song Shu's thoughts were interrupted by this sentence: "..."
Song Yinxing looked at the group of people walking around busily in front of the stage and sneered, "Don't you think they are all fake?"
People coming and going seem to be doing something, but in fact, I don’t know how many times they have looked over here.
Song Yinxing slammed the scripture on the desk again, and the number of people looking at him suddenly decreased by half. He bent his legs indifferently and took out another cigarette and bit it in his mouth.
Song Shu felt that there was a message written in the priest's eyes: Sooner or later, this group of people will all collapse.
It’s really un-priestly, yet inexplicably harmonious.
The priest holding a gun was a bit of a cyber joke. Song Shu laughed to himself, then thought of the gun in his arms. He handed it back: "I give it back to you."
Song Yinxing tilted his head, held the gun head and pushed it back: "You keep it."
Song Shu was puzzled: "I don't need it."
Hearing this, Song Yinxing took the gun and without questioning, grabbed Song Shu's hand holding the gun and put the muzzle against his heart.
Song Yinxing lowered his head to look at Song Shu's expression.
Song Shu was taught very well by him. Even now, holding the gun, he was still confused, and also had a forced indifference.
This is good.
He would be happier if he could point the gun at that idiot Qin Sang.
Song Yinxing let go of his hand and said coldly: "You keep it."
【Keep it, he has more than one. 】
Song Shu: “…Oh.”
This time the priest was armed with a large number of guns. Song Shu felt that the aura exuded by the priest meant that there was at least an arsenal behind him.
Song Shu put away the gun and couldn't help asking, "What do you mean by strange?"
He also thought Class A was weird.
"They all have 'rules'. Only those who follow the rules will have a line around their necks from beginning to end."
Song Yinxing said indifferently: "If you break the rules, you will die, so everyone lives cautiously and treads on thin ice. But because they themselves are the makers of the rules, they are willing to live in shackles."
…
——If you break the rules, you will die?
Did Sui Yue commit suicide because he violated the rules? The look that the Tianyu Committee member gave Sui Yue was indeed too vicious.
Song Shu wanted to ask more, but the priest had already left without saying a word. Before leaving, Song Shu only heard him say to the entertainment committee member: "Delete your boring shitty plot. There is no need for the characters with private goods to exist."
The cultural and entertainment committee member's face turned ugly, and it became even uglier when he found that Song Shu was looking at him.
The entire theater was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The silence was completely broken only after Song Yinxing left and Qin Sang pushed the door open again.
Song Shu vaguely realized that he had grasped the most important thread.
He finally understood what the flash of inspiration that occurred in his heart the moment the priest appeared meant.
The priest monastery, Class A of Suzuran Academy, and the government were finally connected in a twisted way at this moment, with him as the connecting point.
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