Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Black Convoy

"Click-"

Bai An was speechless when he heard the sound of the door closing, and sighed a few times again, the number of sighs he sighed today was worth a year in his previous life.

The old man has a violent temper, Mao can only follow the stroke, he himself is also a little weak-hearted, plus people are all for his good from beginning to end, at this time, there are any major things that can only be put aside.

Regretfully glanced at the unfinished painting on the side of the window, these days, he has analyzed the hot comics on the market, studied a lot of comic tutorials, the skills and steps of comics are almost familiar, and the storyboard and plot grasp have slowly entered the formality.

's manuscript is finally available, and with Bai An's temperament of sinking into it without distractions once he decides what to do, he now wishes he could paint a few more pictures every day.

In the morning, he only painted a few, and the last one was not finished, but unfortunately in the face of Old Man Hong's anger, he could only do what he wanted honestly.

On the thousand-degree map of the mobile phone, the nearest pharmacy is separated by two streets, and the old man will not be able to come back for a while, Bai An wiped his sweat with a hot towel and went back to bed directly. These days, he sleeps a lot, the degree of practice has gone up, and he can sleep directly on the second sleep stunt, and the moment the back of his head touches the pillow, he can fall asleep.

In this physical state, it is like a growing baby, its own function can be adjusted to power-saving mode at any time, and the black screen is directly on standby, and all the energy is taken to upgrade.

Bai An's spirit was not good, his body began to weaken again, the old man went directly to open the presidential suite with a cold face, squatting on the side, his willful little days suddenly ended, and began to live that monotonous life again, sleeping, exercising, studying......

The medicines in the morning, noon and evening and at all stages, as well as the meals specially prepared by the old man, made him feel like he was back at home in Jiangnan with a slightly bitter taste of Chinese medicine no matter where he went, except that the place had become Shangjing, Bai An's biological clock had been completely broken.

Simply, Bai An's original plan to return to Jiangnan was also pressed on the reason that Old Man Hong's "tiring journey is not conducive to cultivation", and it collapsed directly.

Life without change is like the warp and weft on the loom, which has been woven over the years, but the color is monotonous.

Six days later, Bai An's body has fully recovered, the two discussed, the time to come out is not short, he has to go back to the Lin family and his wife to explain a little, when they rest assured, Xiao Yueyue's illness can't just drag on, just leave directly back to Jiangnan.

Old Man Hong agreed after thinking about it for a while, only saying that he had lived in seclusion for three or five years, and it was not easy to come to the capital, and he wanted to go to Yanzhou Mountain Cemetery to pay respects to his old friends.

Bai An naturally had no reason to object, and went directly with him.

……

A convoy of black cars drove on a pipeline on the outskirts of Yanjing.

Four in total.

In addition to the license plates, the four cars are almost identical, with mellow color, smooth shape, calm and low-key appearance.

They don't travel too fast, they don't go too slow, and they stay on the balance point that is most comfortable for the people in the other car.

The four cars were lined up in a line, and the spacing between each car was as if it had been measured with a ruler, and they were all equal and just the right length.

You know, these cars are moving, not stationary.

Moreover, the road they run on is not very straight, it is a little tortuous, and there are turns.

But even when cornering, the formation of several cars has not changed.

They reveal a frightening, long-trained, disciplined chemistry and heritage.

At the foot of the Son of Heaven, the imperial city is the most prosperous place in the country, even if it is a suburb, it will not be completely unpopular.

The closer the car is to the city, the more houses and buildings on the roadside will be.

Gradually, the roads began to have pedestrians.

Men and women, old people and children, all of them.

The dark and luxurious convoy is still advancing, even if it is low-key, it has attracted the attention of many people, even in Beijing, such a neat luxury convoy is rare.

As the convoy drove over a slope, the wheels of the first car suddenly slipped.

The resolute-looking driver frowned, but he didn't look flustered, calmly hit the steering wheel, and the car stabilized.

However, the car is on a slope after all, and according to the inertia of the matter, it naturally adds some acceleration, and rushes downhill at a speed that can be considered fast.

At this time, a little girl ran to the road after the pink electric car that was driving on the ground, then bent down and picked up the toy car parked in the middle of the road.

As soon as she looked up, she watched as the pitch-black car rushed down the slope, and the toy car in her arms fell to the ground with a snap.

The little girl did not make a sound, but stood there motionless, as if she were stunned.

The driver was startled and slammed on the brakes!

The ground rubs against the tires and makes an extremely harsh sound.

On the side of the road, a middle-aged woman who had been watching the little girl with loving eyes screamed when she saw this dangerous scene, and her heart was torn apart as miserably as the destruction of the world.

In the distance, a middle-aged man showed a frightened expression, and rushed desperately in this direction.

But he was too far away from the little girl.

Crunch--

The car stopped.

A meter away from the little girl, Kan stopped awkwardly.

The little girl fell to the ground with her head bowed, her long unrestrained hair being swept away by the air current, and it was impossible to see her expression.

No one noticed that the pink toy car on the ground started silently, vibrating slightly, and passed under the car.

The pitch-black rear door opened.

The man in the suit walked around to the front of the car: "Little sister, is there anything wrong?"

His suit was formal and well-tailored, and he bent over with a gentle and worried expression on his face, and helped the little girl up with both hands, wanting to see if she was hurt.

At this time, several cars behind had also arrived.

The toy-like electric car burrowed under the second car, and a pair of bright red headlights flickered eerily.

At this time, the man in the distance seemed to be relieved to see the little girl safely, and slowed down his running pace, but he was still walking this way.

The screaming woman also seemed to come back to her senses, and came over with a pale face and a little trembling.

The little girl showed half of her face slightly, her eyes were not big, her lips were not ruddy, she looked very ordinary, but because of her young appearance, she was a little more pitiful and cute. As if frightened, she leaned into the arms of the man in the suit, and her whole body was nestled in his arms.

The man was stunned for a moment, then cooperated to hug her tightly and touched her head comfortingly.

Suddenly, an eager and loud exclamation came from behind him: "Be careful!!"

PS: Two chapters are over.,Because the computer is stuck and restarted.,Lost part of the manuscript can only be rewritten.,It's a little late.,Sorry.。