I don't know when, the bowl of knife-cut noodles that Luo Qiu brought up from the street noodle restaurant has been eaten. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Lao Feng has probably been immersed in the taste of memories all along.

Whether it's the taste of this bowl of knife-cut noodles, or the taste of the story in his mouth.

The city's lanterns have long been like dominoes, from one or two at the beginning, to the light of the whole city, full of colors.

Lao Feng was almost finished talking about him and the woman who came with the child to make clothes. He drank up the last drop of soup in the bowl.

Then there was a pause.

Finally, he said: "Later, that is, the day I was arrested, it happened to be the day that the lady's clothes were finished. Interestingly, I've only met the officer twice. For the first time, he came up with his wife. And the second time, the day I received the goods, that is, the day I was arrested. ”

Luo Qiu had gradually withdrawn from the story from Lao Feng's mouth...... The bits and pieces in the old man's mouth are enough for him to reenact these bits and pieces in the living room of this old house.

"Do you think that the police officer in the first place might have been suspicious of you even when he first saw you?"

Lao Feng smiled and shook his head: "Who knows? Maybe you're right, maybe he found out a long time ago, just to let me finish this dress." Perhaps, he discovered it by accident, so he investigated and collected evidence, and only acted when he had the results, but he just happened to meet the day when it was completed...... But whatever it's for, for me, it's good after all. ”

Luo Qiu nodded thoughtfully.

But Lao Feng was still unsatisfied: "Because, after all, I am a sinner, and this extra time is already a gift to me......"

It is not like the completion of the phoenix gown skirt on hand wholeheartedly and wholeheartedly, but an ordinary customization, and the natural construction period will be longer.

Naturally, in the longer construction period, staying in this old house, the father and daughter will live longer.

......

Lao Feng took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and put them back on again, "Speaking of which, I didn't post this photo." That day, I said, before leaving, can you let me finish the work. The officer agreed, and then took the picture. ”

Lao Feng sighed, and said with a complicated expression: "I think this should be the police officer who quietly returned here and posted it after he washed it out later." He never mentioned it to me, and he's a weird guy. ”

"All the time...... No?" said Luo Qiu softly.

"This officer used to come to the prison occasionally to see me. Lao Feng said casually: "It didn't take long for me to get in." Three or twice a year. Then it will come once a year...... Well, in recent years, I haven't been here. ”

Lao Feng smiled and looked at the owner of the club, "I probably forgot." If it's not a close relative, who can remember who for the rest of your life? This kind of thing, like you...... Well, how to put it, there is a special existence, I should know more than I do. I wonder if time doesn't mean much to you. You've probably seen a thousand times more than I've seen. ”

"He didn't forget you. Luo Qiu said coldly.

Lao Feng was stunned, as if he wanted to know the answer.

"It's getting late, old man, and I won't bother you. Luo Qiu stood up at this time, "I like the story you tell me very much, and I will come back to hear you tell the stories of other customers when I have time...... Of course, I'll bring you something to eat, and I think the old people will often forget about it. ”

As he spoke, Lao Feng saw with his own eyes a big living person, gradually fading out from in front of him, and then disappearing.

Lao Feng looked at the packing box that had been eaten by himself, and thought that the owner of this shop could have come in without knocking...... Anyway, you can leave like this, and you can come like this.

"He's a quirky guy too. ”

Lao Feng shook his head, patted his face, and cheered up. It's getting late outside, but his work has just begun.

He picked up the needle and thread again, and embroidered it with stitch and thread.

In the past ten years, he has not been so calm.

......

After leaving Lao Feng's house, Luo Qiu did not go far, but returned to the noodle restaurant on this old street again, and left in the real sense after two bowls of knife-cut noodles.

Instead of returning to the club, he returned to his home.

Not long after Ren Ziling came back, she also came back like a defeated dog as usual.

"Hey, eat knife-cut noodles tonight?"

Boss Luo poured some vinegar out, and didn't pay attention to this woman.

The two ate and did not speak.

It's just such noodles, I don't know if his father and his mother, in those days of those years, have occasionally passed by and tasted a bite?

If you had tasted it, what would it have tasted like?

Come to think of it, it should be the taste of the moment.

......

......

Recently, the club has an old Feng who is in the process of trading and waiting for the transaction to be completed, and there is also a gold owner who is being taken over by the Black Soul Messenger Black Soul No. 18.

The boss didn't say which side he was on.

"I don't know if the master is coming in person, subordinates, subordinates ......" Black Soul Eighteen didn't think for a while how to say something.

Because she had never been in such a situation.

The previous boss rarely stepped out of the club's doors – at least, she never saw the previous boss appear at her site.

"I heard Yuya say that you seem to have encountered a little obstacle, don't you?" Luo Qiu waved his hand, "Don't be restrained, just talk casually." ”

That being said, how dare the Black Soul Emissary be rude to the club's owner...... Throughout these countless years, those guys who dared to be rude to the boss probably can't find their graves now, right?

There is only one black soul messenger who dares to make some questioning voices in front of the boss, and occasionally bumps into a sentence or two. But even so, he still couldn't resist the boss......

"That's right, the subordinates have encountered some minor troubles, and the subordinates can solve them by themselves. Black Soul No. 18 nodded and said, "But my subordinates thought about it later, as a black soul messenger, there shouldn't be anything to hide from the master, so I went back to tell Miss Youye." Unexpectedly, it really alarmed the owner. ”

Black Soul Eighteen seemed to be in a hurry to express something: "Master, please rest assured! The other party should be a half-baked magician who doesn't know where to learn some magic, and one of his subordinates can naturally handle it." ”

The magician in the mouth of Black Soul Eighteen is naturally not the kind of performance system that simply conjures flowers from the hat, but the kind of visual system that really comes with special effects.

Luo Qiu asked curiously, "How do you know that the other party is a half-ass?"

Black Soul Eighteen said: "Because in him, I don't see any etiquette that a magician should have." The magician of the orthodox inheritance, like the aristocracy, can see the temperament of the body at a glance. And he ......"

Black Soul Eighteen shook his head and said, "...... There is no trace of some orthodox education at all. So his subordinates speculated that he probably didn't know where he got the magician's inheritance and figured it out himself. Moreover, under normal circumstances, it is only these wild ways that this kind of situation of ignoring secular laws and regulations and causing chaos in ordinary people's society will occur. And magicians who have had an orthodox education, they don't bother to do such things. Of course, it is not excluded that in orthodoxy, there will be some psychologically distorted guys...... But that's a very small minority, and even if it's evil, these orthodox guys won't lose their grace. Therefore, even if you look at the above, your subordinates can roughly know that this person is a wild man. ”

"You have more experience than I do, so I'll trust your speculation for the time being. Luo Qiu nodded.

Black Soul Eighteen felt flattered at this moment...... The boss knows everything.

But she didn't know that this boss was a curious person, but he was also a ...... who would rather explore step by step than learn directly if it was not necessary Well, idle guys.

Originally, Luo Qiu was a good boy who was a good family since he was a child.

Obviously, you only need to ask your subordinates two sentences to know things, why do you have to go to the altar pit.

"Tell me about this Miss Zhao Ru. ”

Black Soul Eighteen nodded, "Master, this gold lord has a very serious antisocial personality......"

......

Listening to the eloquent words of this black soul envoy, Boss Luo did not stop his eyes.

In the alley where Zhao Ru lived, Boss Luo watched her just sit silently in the 'house' where cardboard boxes were set up casually.

The alley itself was dark, and so was the inside of the box room, and it was even darker when she sat with her knees folded and her eyes buried in her arms and knees. (To be continued.) )