Zhang Fatzi sat in an old-fashioned high-backed wooden chair behind his desk, holding a three-joint leather shoe in his hand. While wiping, he commanded Luo to wake up.

"Jasmine can be watered once every five or six days, and banyan trees should be watered every day and thoroughly. You have to worry about it, although your master can't live long with anything, but he will lose his temper if he dies too soon. The fat man shouted.

"Everywhere you pay attention to learning. Is the water boiling? Your master drank crushed water, Zhang Yiyuan's. Boiling water. After brewing, the foam on top is skimmed with bamboo strips. I drink Kuding tea and make it together. Eighty degrees of water is fine. ”

"You rest. Luo woke up and did it in an orderly manner. Drinking tea on an empty stomach in the morning is the habit of many Yanjing elderly people. The old man in the family is also good at this. It has nothing to do with health preservation, but it has been passed down from generation to generation by the older generation, and it has become a tradition.

"What's so particular about this Kuding tea you drink?" Luo woke up and teased Zhang Fatzi while drying.

"The official saying is that Kuding can clear the spleen and eyes, reduce the internal fire, and keep my superb skills stable. Unofficial statement--- "The fat man changed a shoe and continued to polish." "It's a constant reminder that this bitter life continues. ”

Zhang Xiaoling woke up with Luo and said hello to Uncle Guo at the door, and walked along the road towards the west after going out. Since knowing that Luo Xing was Li Boju's apprentice, Uncle Guo has become very affectionate. also joked: Li Boju, an old stubborn donkey, is finally willing to grind.

"Why didn't you see Hum Da and Habe?" Luo asked.

"Lying on my stomach under Uncle Guo's feet. Except for the greeting of my wife, I am there all day and night. Zhang Xiaoling slurred his response while stuffing the bun into his mouth. Luo woke up and wasn't used to eating breakfast. On a summer morning, a cup of hot tea on an empty stomach may indeed be refreshing.

After walking for about 500 meters and passing through a green belt, Zhang Xiaoling led Luo Xing to the corner gate with a sign "Idlers are not allowed to enter" under the back wall of Jingshan Park. The door was unlocked and unguarded. The two entered the door and followed a path that meandered.

"Isn't there anyone watching or charging here?" Ronald wondered. Yanjing's uncle and aunt are by no means as atmospheric as the legend, and there is no reason to let go of such a bargain.

"This gate is open for an hour every morning from five to six o'clock except when it rains. We'll go back in a moment to take the main entrance of the park. This is also one of the personal interests that your senior brother Banla has sought for your master. Zhang Xiaoling had already finished stuffing the buns, and as he spoke, he took out his hand to wipe his mouth.

Walking and walking, the front is lively. It was early in July, and Jingshan was full of vitality in the morning light. Flowers. There are those who practice their voices in the woods, and those who practice tai chi and big characters. The 351 gang sang Peking Opera. At this moment, the comfort in the hustle and bustle, the hustle and bustle in the comfort, is perfectly unified.

The two came halfway up the mountain, a small pavilion with glass windows. I saw Li Boju, who was wearing a moon-white Tang suit, basking in the sun with his hands behind his back and his -----eyes slightly closed! The mountain of this dirt bag pile is not high, and it does not have the demeanor of a master as imagined at all?

Zhang Fatzi stabbed the stunned Luo awake. "Hurry up and serve tea. ”

Isn't this plot right? The expected master taught, isn't this rhythm? Don't you burn incense and kowtow?

"I'm leaving. After Zhang Fatzi finished speaking, he flashed.

Li Boju opened his eyes when he heard the movement, and glanced at Luo Xing. "Why are you stunned?" he said, turning and walking into the pavilion, and sat down on a stone bench covered with cushions.

"Hello teacher. You drink tea. Luo woke up and bowed and said.

"Don't keep thinking about what you don't have, I don't have so many rules here. But it also has its own set of laws. Li Boju seemed to have seen through Luo's careful thoughts.

"It's not easy for me to get started here, and it's hard to get out. Forget all the "Criminal Psychology" you learned in school. Those are generalizations. If the human mind can be summed up, it is not the mind. Even if it can be summarized, it is an unconscious behavior of normal people. How many criminals are normal? If you always think about theories, then your path will be dead. Have you seen a few stock recommenders who have become "experts" based on theory and data analysis, and buy the stocks they recommend? Why? Because they don't even believe in themselves. ”

Is it so domineering? The "universally applicable" scientific theory of "Criminal Psychology" is so simply denied? And it covers so widely? You have also studied the stock market?

The student remembered. Luo woke up and secretly scolded himself, and replied with a proper attitude.

"Did Zhang Xiaoling arrange for you to see the files? Don't try to analyze it, just look at it. Any so-called reasoning that is not combined with a site investigation is irresponsible. So you just look at it. The first lesson I teach you is "looking".

From today onwards, you come here every morning to see. Let's look at the old man first, there are a few small groups that are relatively fixed. There are three religions and nine streams. For older people, the details of life have been fixed. It looks relatively easy. The proviso is that observation is made without the help of external forces. Don't be noticed, either. To be noticed is to fail.

As for what to see, figure it out for yourself. I'll tell you how and what to see in a few days. After you finish reading every day, you have to go back to work by 7:50. If you're a newcomer, don't be special. ”

Law woke up and bowed again. The student remembered. Does the old lady look at it?"

Li Boju almost choked on a sip of tea. "The old lady looks at it or not. Go ahead and stay out of the way. ”

Luo woke up, followed the direction pointed by Li Boju, and walked a short distance down the mountain to find the target. Between the two woods, there is a flat clearing. In the middle is an octagonal pavilion. In and around the pavilion, groups of three or five were divided into seven or eight small groups. It's all old people. There are both men and women who mix and match, and who are independent.

Luo woke up and touched his chin and thought. "It's hard to find a viewing position. I'm a big boy, I don't fit in here, and I'm even more conspicuous when I'm so handsome. It's not easy to get a closer look without being noticed. It seems that the task given by the teacher is not simple. ”

Luo woke up at half past seven and returned to the unit. He circled around the empty field several times, but he didn't think of a good way. Don't dare to take risks easily, once you are noticed, you will be over. Seeing that the time was almost up, I simply came back directly.

As soon as I entered the corridor, I saw Zhang Xiaoling, who was trembling against the staircase and smiling at himself. Luo woke up, and suddenly a bright light crossed his mind, isn't this person in front of him a good model? Being "noticed" is not being "discovered", he was misled by himself. Zhang Fatzi's self-"masking technique" has reached the peak of the realm of perfection and silent moisturizing. It's just that I ask him for advice, is it considered to be with external force?

"Did you run down to see my joke?" Luo asked, waking up.

"Don't belittle your brother Zhang and my discipline so casually, I came down to arrange an office for you. Zhang Xiaoling trembled in response.

"Where is the festival?" Luo woke up and looked down on the ground.

"Haha~ Your brother Zhang and my festival are floating three feet above your head! Looking at your angry appearance, I think you are not small? I am very satisfied. Let's talk about it, let the brother be happy. Zhang Xiaoling made a gesture of "raising his head to look at the bright moon", and his hand was drawn in the air.

Law woke up and didn't speak. I took the large enamel jar I bought yesterday and went to the teacher's office to make myself a big cup of high crush.

"Still taking it!?" Zhang Xiaoling saw that Luo woke up and didn't speak, but still didn't give up.

"Could it be that I taught you a set of peerless martial arts at the beginning? Come, play two tricks and show the Sprinkle family. ”

"What's the secret book? As soon as the teacher came up, he told me to forget the "Criminal Psychology" I learned at the police academy. The general meaning is that those are fooling people, and there is also the fact that you can only look at the archives and not analyze them. There is no peerless martial arts, and there is no second pulse of Ren Du. Seeing Zhang Xiaoling's perseverance, Luo woke up and casually threw out a topic of prevarication.

In fact, I also have some questions about this, so I just look at how the fat man analyzes.

"I'm going to find Sister Xue. With that, Luo woke up and walked out.

Zhang Xiaoling woke up from his contemplation and followed Luo out of the door.

"It's too early for you to go. Sister Xue has a strong sense of time, and you will be deflated if you arrive early or late. Let's go, take you to your new office. It's right across from Sister Xue. ”

Zhang Xiaoling pushed open an office on the west side of the small building to the north, two rooms away from Si Kongli's computer room. As soon as he entered, Monroe woke up and was stunned. In the middle of the room is an oversized workbench, about three meters long. It's full of bottles and jars. On the east side, there is a row of display cabinets against the wall, which is also large. There are books, there are bottles and instruments, and there is a complete human skeleton. There is a desk under each of the two windows on the north side, which should be Zhang Xiaoling's office.

Although it was a bit of a surprise, it didn't make Luo wake up dumbfounded. What made Luo wake up in a daze was that under a group of fluorescent lamps facing the door hung a plaque about 50 centimeters wide and about 1 meter long, quite in the style of classical art. The three big characters in the book --- "Wenxiang Pavilion". There is also a small palm-wide sign hanging under the big sign--- welcome.

What the hell is this? Luo woke up and subconsciously turned back. What I saw was Zhang Fatzi's face full of pride, and his facial features were even more crowded. At the top of this big face near the door frame, there is also a small sign--- thank you for your patronage.

"You're currently on secondment, so you can only squeeze in with me first. How's that?, it's neat and emotional, isn't it?" Zhang Fatzi's slightly lewd tone made the whole room even more eccentric and offbeat.

Luo woke up and walked in with a teacup. "Well, it's very --- well, taste. Posing as a leader inspecting, Luo woke up and teased in a mocking tone.

"Your layout here is all like this--- huh, are you creative?" Luo Xing's implication was: You are so nonsense, do your parents know?!

"I'm nothing here, it's average. After a while, you will look at the opposite door and you will know what taste is. The leadership acquiesced to this. Not for and not against. Anything that can reduce stress can be tried. As long as it's out of line. ”

"You can't name it? "Smelling Pavilion". You might as well call it Qinglou directly. Luo woke up and complained in his heart. Do the pie or continue to hold it.

"Not bad, not bad. By the way, by the way, can that name be changed?"

Eight o'clock sharp. Luo woke up and knocked on the door of Xue Qing's office opposite.

"Sister Xue, good morning. ”

Sister Xue wore a lotus-colored silk shirt today, and the hem was casually tucked into navy blue jeans. Wearing a white coat on the outside. Unbuttoned. Large waves of hair coiled on the top of the head. Comfortable, graceful and capable.

"Come in. The file is on the table. That big book is a register. Fill in the name and date and you're good to go. With that, Sister Xue turned around and walked to a small table by the window, and continued to fiddle with a set of coffee-making utensils.

Luo woke up and looked carefully at this archive room, which was praised by the fat man as the most tasteful. There is a desk in the horizontal direction of the door, which is the place to enter and exit the registration. The surrounding walls are pale yellow, and the floors are painted with aqua blue fireproof paint. The tall wooden filing shelves are painted cream white. There are three rows. Pairs are arranged side by side. It doesn't look crowded. There are neat file boxes on it. Colorful. That's right, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, all kinds of colors are mixed with each other. Colorful. It's very pleasing to the eye.

There are two pots of daffodils on the windowsill, and a triangular ladder with rollers stands in the west corner of the window. It is vermilion.

At this moment, the room is filled with a faint aroma of coffee, edifying. Everything under the sun has an inexplicable halo, quietly rhythmic.

That's taste!

Luo woke up and sighed in his heart. The one that some people have can only be "sorrowful like a resentful woman". When you go back, you must let him change it. ”