The thin old man's forehead was bruised: "Stinky old man, shut up for me, what do you want to do? Don't try to tempt me, I'm dying, I won't steal anything with you anymore." ”

Yang Qianshou sneered: "I don't want you to steal things, I want your seven girls to return the three landscape paintings, which are the things of my aunt and grandpa's friend, and I can't take them close to the ground." ”

Yang Qianshou is talking about jargon, which means sticking to the ground is something that can't be started.

The thin old man's small eyes rolled, shining brightly, and without saying a word, he stood up and left.

Yang Qianshou didn't stop him, just humming a little song and eating peanuts.

In less than two minutes, the thin old man came back again, with an angry look: "The seven girls in my family never listen to me, I can't do anything about her." Why don't I steal some more valuable paintings for you?"

Yang Qianshou said hatefully: "I don't care, I just want to paint." Otherwise you won't be able to drink a bottle of wine. ”

The thin old man sighed, pointed to the empty cup, and said to Yang Qianshou with a blank eye: "Old man, pour me another glass." ”

Yang Qianshou said angrily: "No, if you drink a drink, you will have one less drink, and if you drink something, you won't do anything, my aunt will still settle accounts with me." How can I explain it?"

The thin old man rolled his eyes and asked suspiciously, "Where is your old granddaughter?"

"Why, my granddaughter is a policeman, not a thief, of course I can find my uncle, that's like your seven girls. ”

As soon as he heard this, the thin old man in black had bruises on his forehead: "Old man, what are you talking about, what's wrong with my family's seven girls being thieves, aren't we all thieves? ”

Yang Qianshou was silent, and the small restaurant was suddenly a little quiet, only the river wind whistled in.

Suddenly, a crisp voice came from outside the shop: "Grandpa, what kind of wine are you drinking here in the middle of the night?

A delicate and beautiful, tall girl, with tattoos on her arms and braids, walked into a small restaurant.

Seeing the girl come in, Yang Qianshou's eyes narrowed into a line, and there was a smile on his face: "Hehe, the seven girls are getting more and more beautiful and taller, have you caught good goods recently." It belonged to my aunt's friend, and I couldn't move it. ”

The seven girls didn't pay attention to Yang Qianshou, their eyes were like silk, and they sat down side by side with the old man in black, and found a pair of chopsticks from the chopsticks cage.

"Grandpa Thousand Hands, it turned out to be you, I thought someone wanted to harm my grandfather. ”

The seven girls' hands were slender and snow-white, and with a slight flip, there was an extra white marble hanging jade tiger wine glass in the palm of her hand, which was placed in front of her.

She smiled like a flower, and glanced at herself and her grandfather's empty wine glasses, and her voice was as sweet as honey: "Grandpa Qianhand, you should be generous, pour a glass for me and my grandfather, and when the seven girls have good wine, they will also honor your old man." ”

Yang Qianshou gritted his teeth, with an unbearable look, he took out the bottle of Moutai hidden behind him, and carefully filled the empty wine glasses of the old man in black and the seven girls.

The seven girls smiled and picked up the wine glass: "Grandpa Thousand Hands, let's have a toast together." ”

The old man in black and Yang Qianshou also raised their wine glasses: "Hehe, cheers." ”

The two old and one young drank the wine in the glass, and they all enjoyed and were surprised.

The seven girls stretched out three slender snow-white fingers, and the fingernails like green onions were dyed red, bright and dazzling.

Looking at the fingers of the seven girls, Yang Qianshou shook his head violently with a hateful expression.

The seventh girl and her grandfather glanced at each other, with a look of disdain, but they continued to hold up three fingers and shook them in front of Yang Qian's hand.

Yang Qianshou had a crazy expression, holding the wine bottle tightly, as if the wine bottle was his life, and in the end, he shook his head fiercely.

The seven girls stood up suddenly, and their willow eyebrows were upside down: "Grandpa, let's go, don't talk about it." ”

Hearing the seven girls say that they were leaving, Yang Qian's hands suddenly softened, his face was sad, and he nodded helplessly.

There was a shrewd smile on the charming face of the seven girls, and her voice was as sweet as honey: "Grandpa Thousand Hands, pour us another glass." ”

Yang Qianshou was helpless, he could ignore the old man in black, but the seventh girl was just like his granddaughter, calling grandpa, and he was helpless.

He continued to pour a glass of wine for the old man in black and the seven girls: "Bring the painting first, hand over the painting with one hand, and give the wine with the other." ”

The old man in black looked at his granddaughter Qiya with pity, and Qiya glared at Yang Qianshou with disdain: "Okay, I'll go get the painting in a while." Where's Jenny, how is she?"

"She's busy every day, and the job of the police is to be busy. ”

The seventh girl's eyes were a little more tender, her eyes widened, and she asked curiously and excitedly: "What does her boyfriend look like?" ”

Hearing the seventh girl mention Aunt Sun, Yang Qianshou looked proud: "My Aunt Sun is handsome and handsome, and he is still the president of the group company, and he is rich, and the wine you drink is given by him." ”

A look of jealousy flashed in the eyes of the old man in black: "If they haven't been married for a day, they are not your granduncle." ”

The seven girls left the small restaurant like the wind, and after a while, they carried a painting tube in their hands and handed it to Yang Qianshou: "Grandpa Qianshou, here are those three paintings, they are well painted, I like them very much, who knows that it will be your aunt's friend, if I know that it is your relative, I won't start." ”

Yang Qianshou checked the paintings in the tube, there were Su Xinyun's seals on them, it was the painting that Xu Xiangbei was looking for, and he had a hint of praise on his old face: "Seven girls, we are the only heir of the old thief, I heard that you also stole the nine cat pictures, hehe, hehe." ”

"I don't have any clues. ”

A smug look also flashed on the face of the old man in black: "Dead old ghost, then you just said that my family's seven girls are not the same, and you also know that the seven girls are our only heirs." ”

Yang Qianshou sighed lightly: "Alas, I was deliberately angry with you, I also love the Seven Girls, and our old thief is the only heir." To be honest, I don't want Jenny to be a police officer, after all, we are incompatible with police and bandits, but there is no way, everyone has their own ambitions, I will bring you a drink in a while. ”

Yang Qianshou hummed a little song, hugged the wine bottle in his arms tightly, carried the painting tube on his shoulder, and returned to his small alley along the riverside path.

In the small alley, Xu Xiangbei was still waiting anxiously, and suddenly, he heard a slight footstep in the small alley, but the direction of the footsteps made him wonder in his heart, and he couldn't help hiding behind the door.

Because the sound of footsteps did not come from the ground at all, but from the roof of the bungalow of the small alley, ordinary people could not hear the slight sound of footsteps.

If you can walk on the crisp tiles on a small roof, as if you were walking on the ground, the person who comes is definitely not an ordinary person.

(End of chapter)