There was no one in the parking lot, and all the people who wanted to evacuate had already been evacuated. Zhou Xiaoyu took off his prop clothes and found that the T-shirt on his body was blackened by smoke, and even burned a few holes.

But the fish-shaped jade pendant hanging on his chest didn't have anything to do, Zhou Xiaoyu put the jade pendant into his clothes, glanced at the passage, and went to the exit.

Don't let him leave, don't stay If Su Yuexi catches up, how embarrassing it will be.

When he came to the outside of the parking lot, he found that the entire Nanguo Mall was already under martial law. Ambulances and police cars were all left at the gate, and all the people stranded at the exit of the parking lot were ordinary people. However, in the crowd, there are TV reporters who are interviewing.

One of the young female reporters saw Zhou Xiaoyu coming out of the exit, so she hurriedly ran over and shouted with a voice recorder: "Classmate, classmate, can you tell me what happened inside?"

Zhou Xiaoyu glanced at her, this reporter lady estimated that she had just joined the work, and her face was still a little childish. Short hair, beautiful eyes, a pair of red phoenix eyes, long eyelashes blinking gently in the night breeze.

The figure is excellent, and even in professional attire, it is still very attractive.

Especially the pair of legs in black stockings, with perfect curves and beautiful legs, standing straight and side by side, tightly seamed.

In normal times, Zhou Xiaoyu may not mind saying a few words to her. But now, he just wants to sleep.

So he glanced at the female reporter and said, "You can go down and see for yourself." ”

The female reporter was stunned, what the hell, if I can go down, I still ask you what are you doing?

... Song Yurou's rage +36.

Looking at this prompt, Zhou Xiaoyu felt a little painful, I was telling the truth, what are you angry about.

Seeing that Zhou Xiaoyu was leaving, this female reporter named Song Yurou was really indomitable, and she ran up again and asked, "Classmate, can't you say a few words to me?"

Zhou Xiaoyu had no choice but to stop, looked at her beautiful big eyes and said, "Okay, it's over." ”

Song Yurou: "???"

What is "Okay, it's over"! Do you want to be so brief! Let you say two sentences, and you really give me two sentences and you're done? And it's a short sentence, no more than three words!

... Song Yurou's anger +399!

Zhou Xiaoyu was startled, this female reporter is going to explode, no, hurry up!

In the end, Song Yurou didn't catch up again, why? This is not nonsense, she doesn't want to be bored.

Zhou Xiaoyu didn't find Uncle Long and them nearby, so he took a bus back to the old city because the two of them were afraid that they had already returned to the company.

Back at the company, Zhou Xiaoyu came to the second floor. The light in the living room on the second floor was still on, and Uncle Long took a radio to listen to Teochew opera, and learned to sing a few sentences from time to time. Oh oh

Seeing Zhou Xiaoyu coming back, Uncle Long threw away the radio and ran over and said, "Are you okay kid?"

Zhou Xiaoyu saw that he cared so much about himself, and his heart was a little warm. Growing up, except for Dean Wu and a few good friends, basically no one cared much about him.

It's normal, who would have nothing to care about an orphan?

Zhou Xiaoyu nodded and said, "It's just a few bumps, and it's nothing." ”

Uncle Long exhaled and said, "That's good, that's good, I saw that you didn't come out for a long time, and I thought you were burned." If that's the case, it's a pity, I still expect you to work hard for my uncle and make money for the company, hahahaha..."

Zhou Xiaoyu now understands a little, why Tang Xin wants to beat this old man if he doesn't agree with him, it's really hateful!

originally thought that Uncle Long cared about him, but what people cared about was that no one made money for the company.

This stinky old man!

Zhou Xiaoyu snorted and was about to go back to the room, but Uncle Long stopped him and said, "Don't leave yet, come back, and let Uncle give you some medicinal oil." ”

Zhou Xiaoyu said in his heart, you finally said a human word.

In the living room, Zhou Xiaoyu took off his clothes, and saw that his back and arms were a little bruised, as well as some red and swollen. These were all crashed and fell, or they were blown up by Peng Yongming.

Uncle Long brought a medicine box, took out some bruising wine first, and poured it on the palm of his hand. Then rub your hands quickly, and finally press it on Zhou Xiaoyu's back.

Zhou Xiaoyu almost didn't jump up, he only felt that Uncle Long's two hands were so hot that they were like red-hot soldering irons on both sides.

Then Uncle Long rubbed and rubbed on his back, and it was even more painful that Zhou Xiaoyu screamed, and several times he wanted to flash people, but he was caught by Uncle Long, and he was stunned and asked the old man to rub for half an hour, and as a result, his entire back was red.

Uncle Long gave medicine to his burned parts again, and then slapped his big hand: "Okay, go to sleep, don't take a bath tonight." ”

Zhou Xiaoyu was already tired, and he was rubbed by Uncle Long just now and screamed, and now he has no strength at all. Nodding his head, he returned to his room, where he fell asleep in less than two seconds.

Uncle Long hummed the tide drama and slowly packed up his things, at this time Chen Ran came back, looked at Uncle Long's medicine box, and smiled: "Xiaoyu is back?"

Uncle Long hummed: "Just fell asleep, how is it, have you cleaned up?"

Chen Ran said: "It's cleaned, but the time is a bit rushed, and it is estimated that some corners have not been cleaned." ”

Uncle Long waved his hand and said: "Forget it, this sanitation work at night is not easy to do, if it is leaked, it will be leaked, just make up for it later, you can go to sleep too." ”

Chen Ran nodded: "Uncle Long, you should also rest early." ”

Uncle Long sat down on a rocking chair by the window: "The moonlight is good tonight, I'll sit down again, you don't have to worry about me." ”

Chen Ran smiled faintly, said hello, and went back to his room.

A moment later, Uncle Long's singing voice sounded in the living room again.

Low and distant, as if telling a story from a long time ago...

The night is getting deeper.

Outside the Southland Mall, police cars and ambulances have left, and the crowd of onlookers has long since dispersed. Even the staff at the mall left work early.

In the mall, the fire isolation doors have been raised, and the areas where explosions and fires have occurred have been pulled up with yellow cordon tapes.

In the next period of time, the mall has to be renovated, and I am afraid that it will not be able to operate normally in ten days and half a month.

On the four-story aerial stage, a woman stands in the center of the stage. Not very old, twenty-four or five years old. Her hair is like a cloud, and she has a rose hairpin pinned to her head.

The navy blue linen dress is embroidered with patterns of flowers and plants. The pattern is rich in color and strong in contrast, which is the characteristic of tide embroidery.

The femininity is elegant and indifferent, reminiscent of mountains and rivers. She stood quietly in the center of the stage, holding a stack of off-white drawing paper between her hands, but unfortunately there was no pen in her hand, otherwise she would be like a painter collecting style.

This woman is full of literature and art, but she has a pair of intimidating eyes.

White pupils!

There was no trace of black in her pupils, and her eyes were full of snow white, and she used these white pupils to stare at the stage in front of her so quietly.

At this time, a few lines suddenly appeared on the stack of drawing paper in her hand, and the first drawing paper.

Lines are not drawn, but appear out of thin air, and then more and more lines like this are made, quickly outlining the outline of a human body.

Soon after, a Kumamon appeared on that off-white piece of paper!