Seeing the military uniform on his body, the sword spirit steadied his voice and thought of a song.

"A small poplar, growing next to the outpost, with deep roots and strong stems, guarding the frontier. The breeze blows, rustling the green leaves, feeding the green leaves shining silver in the sun. Come on, come on...... Little poplar, little poplar, guard the border with me. ”

The sword spirit sang like a lullaby, didn't he think he was singing like a lullaby, so he sang hoarsely with the loudest voice and in a pitch-shifting voice.

The sword spirit sang vigorously, singing with all his might, but he didn't notice that the gaze of the person next to him had changed. From the beginning of the guard cold, to deep and gentle.

The crowd of onlookers saw the girl kneeling in a pool of blood singing, and they were all moved, and they also sang together, cheering for the wounded soldier, hoping that he would persevere.

In the midst of the song, several military vehicles finally arrived. The officer who got out of the car ran over quickly and saluted the man and Zhao Jianling.

An older officer with a general star on his body took the document in his hand.

The man was relieved and collapsed in Zhao Jianling's arms, she hurriedly handed him over to one of the officers, and ran away from here in despair. She ran hard, ran hard, ran far away before she dared to look back.

She saw him and his driver being picked up by a military ambulance, and saw him raise his hand with difficulty and salute herself.

Zhao Jianling just wanted to escape from here now, the farther away the better, it was only a short ten minutes, but it seemed like a few centuries had passed......

****

A man walks through the alley with an accordion on his back, and he looks sneaky, running and looking back.

"zhanzhu!" shouted loudly, and a tall man with a handsome face stopped him.

"Is this your piano?"

The man carrying the harp looked at the young man opposite, and shouted guiltily, "Who are you kid?

The young man smiled coldly: "You admit that it's not your piano anymore?"

The man argued, "Fart, that's Lao Tzu!"

The young man lit a cigarette and said slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, this piano should be one of my students." What you pick up is what you pick, and there's no point in arguing. ”

The man who was carrying the piano was stunned and couldn't answer.

The young man continued: "It's not fun to trouble the police for such trivial matters. This piano is an object in the eyes of connoisseurs, but it is not much better than scrap iron for ordinary people, and it is a burden if you are not good at making a shot. ”

Seeing the other party's panicked eyes, he knew that the man was weighing the stakes in his heart, so he opened his wallet and took out three hundred yuan in cash: "This money is your hard work, I want this piano, but I just go back to ask for a favor." ”

He smiled and stroked the finger-thick iron fence on the edge of the alley, and before he could exert himself, the fence bent at ninety degrees.

The man hurriedly put the accordion on the ground, then took the three hundred yuan and ran away without looking back.

The young man couldn't help but smile bitterly when he picked up the piano, that girl was really careless, she could lose such a big piano.

He knew that she should be in the small park at this time, so he went to look for her.

I didn't see her, but I saw several military vehicles parked there through the crowd, and a group of soldiers lifted people from a crashed car to a military ambulance.

When he saw that person, his mind "buzzed", and he didn't bother to look for the girl, but turned around to make a call.

"Brother Kun, Brother Kun, something happened to Baiyang! That's right, it's him, Sanshao has an accident!"

****

Listening to Zhao Jianling intermittently tell what happened, Xiang Xiaoyuan felt both surprised and laughed, how could Sword Spirit always encounter these strange things?

The point of this goods has always been very back, and the black lottery must be on her turn. Even if they go to the station together on duty, she can be quarantined. Now I can learn the accordion and I can encounter such a thing.

Zhao Jianling even felt that he was a bad thing, and he could find himself in any unbelievable thing, and none of them was a good thing.

"I was obviously saving people, but as soon as I turned around, the piano was gone! Is there any heavenly reason for this! I am doing a good deed, and there are even people who take advantage of the fire to rob! I curse the eighteenth generation of thieves!" The sword spirit was indignant, and slapped his chopsticks and cried and shouted.

The people around the eaters looked sideways, and Xiao Yuan hurriedly made a soft gesture.

Zhao Jianling suppressed the fire, frowned and said: "This piano is very expensive, I don't even know how to explain it to Su Xin." Also, I don't even have the piano, so I won't come back to study next week?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan also sighed and scratched his head: "You tell the teacher first, let's borrow someone else's piano first." ”

In fact, for Su Xin, Xiao Yuan felt that the sword spirit was completely unfounded.

It is estimated that Su Xin will send another one soon, and when the time comes, Zhao Jianling will worry about how to refuse to be true.

The sword spirit nodded, looked at his clothes, and the anger came up again.

"Why did you say I was so stupid, why didn't I ask what that guy's name was? My trench coat is very expensive! One of my favorites! If the blood can't be washed off, he should pay for my clothes! Now it's good, I don't even know who he is, and the clothes are ruined, and the piano is lost, isn't this unlucky? Who did I provoke?"

After speaking, she slapped the table and yelled: "Waiter!

Zhao Jianling was really going crazy, and Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't dare to stop her, it is estimated that she would not be able to listen to what kind of big truth she used to comfort her now, such as "saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter".

Zhao Jianling took the bottle and took a sip with his neck raised very heroically.

But it's not easy to be a hero, after all, not everyone can drink wine as water like Zhong Yuan.

The wine went down his throat like a knife, and the sword spirit coughed violently, choking on tears.

Seeing that the sword spirit was so uncomfortable, Xiao Yuan also turned his heart and poured himself a glass.

"Okay! I'm sacrificing my life to accompany the gentleman today!"

When the Sword Spirit saw her raise her glass, she was so frightened that she forgot to cough.

"Don't!"

Before Zhao Jianling's words fell, he looked at Xiao Yuan and had already taken a sip, and then rolled his eyes and slipped under the table......

****

In Beijing in September, the autumn wind is blowing, and the poplar trees on both sides of the road are blown by the wind, and the yellow leaves are wrapped in the wind and sand and circling down.

On the sidewalk under the tree, a girl with long hair was messy, wearing only a wrinkled shirt, a windbreaker tied around her waist, and blood stains, and she was carrying a sleeping girl behind her back, panting with exhaustion.

Such an embarrassed image reflected a beautiful face, with dense beads of sweat on her forehead, and her little face flushed.

Standing on the side of the street for a long time and couldn't get a taxi, Zhao Jianling could only reluctantly continue to walk forward.

As he walked, he shouted angrily:

"Xiang Xiaoyuan! I hate you!"

****

PS: My favorite sword spirit MM has encountered something again. Breaking the magnetic field, the Queen of Bad Luck is really not called in vain.

But who was the officer she had saved? Who had picked up her accordion? Who was her true son?

Is it her beloved brother Su Ping, or is it the rich second-generation Su Xin who is absolutely infatuated with her? and Lan Shaoqi, the great demon who has always been thinking about strangers, and now he has run out of a high-quality officer, Bai Sanshao and Bai Yang.

My spirit, life is like this, the first year you are still crying and no one wants it, and the next year there are many rotten peach blossoms in wagons.

Everyone, for the sake of the hard work of the double world, give more encouragement for the sake of serious and more literal!

In the summer, everyone is lazy, but please give some encouragement anyway!