Si Ling held the stone pigeon on the palm of his hand, walked to the balcony and looked at it, it was estimated that it would be impossible to jump down, and then walked to the wall and touched it, and it was estimated that he would not be able to do it when he chiseled out the wall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info walked to the balcony again, and looked at the corner of the yard showing a corner of the car. It was the stone blue shell Citroen that his father drove back from his army, tall, mighty, with an open canopy, like a sweaty and bloody BMW - the blood did not have the color of stone blue, Si Ling didn t care, anyway, she felt like it.

She suddenly had an idea.

Open the wardrobe, hang in rows of neat clothes, and quickly pass under your fingers, like skimming through the dense forest. The Roman collar, the jagged skirt, the waist with bright ribbons, and the light cuffs are all in Mrs. Chen's taste. Mrs. Chen created this daughter and single-handedly created the image of her daughter. Like a tailor, holding a needle and thread in one hand and a knife and scissors in the other, cutting out the scraps you don't like and connecting the ones you like. Fortunately, there are still some clothes that have escaped the supervision of the head of the house and found a place in the wardrobe. They may not have a chance to wear them out, but at least they're there—they should still be there, right? Si Ling was nervous, went through row after row, people were going to go into the forest, bypassing the beautiful elm trees, brushing the charming peach trees, turning a blind eye to the aspen trees, behind the two locust trees, among the oleander clusters that did not see the light of day, whew, okay, in! Finally found it, in fact, Meng looks very ordinary, white shirt and black khaki pants, military uniform, Chen Dashuai used to play with her, the material to the buttons, completely according to the men's military uniform in the barracks, crisp, shiny, sewing and pants are still straight, as if they have just been taken out from under the iron. Si Ling first wrapped his chest with a tulle scarf, and then put it on, feeling that the waist was straighter than before, and then covered with a looser seersucker dress shirt, the small leather boots over the ankle hid the hem of the military trousers inside, and the long skirt that reached the ground was pleated, and he couldn't see it anymore, picked up the wig, snorted disdainfully in his nose, and put it on his head, how awkward it looked, and the hair seam was especially fake, only to find a fine straw hat decorated with flowers to wear it to cover it, and went to the door panel and said: "Open the door!" ”

The old mother outside said: "Second Miss, Mrs. said it......"

"Wear it!" Si Ling was annoyed and embarrassed, and roared angrily, "I'll wear it!" ”

The old mother looked at Ah Zhen, Ah Zhen was also stunned, and always felt that there was some conspiracy, but she didn't dare to block the door, she still opened it open, Si Ling strode out, and the old mother took a look, yo, she was dressed quite neatly! I was immediately relieved. Ah Zhen has been fighting wits and courage with Si Ling for many years, and she has a little experience, so she chased after Si Ling and laughed: "Why doesn't Miss deserve a shallow pair of shoes?" Wearing these leather boots doesn't suffocate people? ”

Change to shallow shoes, and the trouser tube will be exposed. Ah Zhen's eyes are poisonous! Si Ling grabbed the command knife at the door in a hurry.

It was an ebony shelf, and the command knife that accompanied Chen Dashuai to an important battlefield in the northwest was put on display. When Chen Dashuai saw this knife, his eyes would become much warmer, and sometimes he would talk about the battle back then, rendering and intoxicating each time. It was his triumphant battle, and the sword witnessed his glory. He was going to let it accompany him into the tomb.

Si Ling grabbed the knife and was full of pride.

Tiger fathers have no dog girls. Lao Tzu's blade is in the sea of blood, why can't his daughter even get out of the door?

She twitched the blade, and the cold light reflected her eyebrows. The sword is like a spirit, the most exciting, so that the brave are more and more high-spirited, and the incompetent are more paralyzed like mud, and the old mother's legs are weak and she sits on the ground: "Little, Miss......"

Ah Zhen stands like a bunker.

Si Ling glared at her for a moment, grabbed the door and walked out, and Ah Zhen didn't stop her.

The roar of the motor sounded in the yard, and the old mother trembled and got up half of her body: "Ah Zhen—"

Ah Zhen is still there, this time it doesn't look like a bunker, like a stupid bird, still not moving.

The sound of the motor blasted all the way out of the door. The people in the courtyard panicked and said, "Miss drove away the handsome car, what should I ......do?"

The old mother was anxious and pulled Ah Zhen: "Ah Zhen! "Urge her to come up with an idea.

Ah Zhen couldn't stand anymore, like a tower pinched by sand, she fell to the ground with a bang, and fell more thoroughly than the old mother, and finally made a broken voice in her throat: "It's broken this time......"

Just now, the eyes of the second lady were just like the eyes of the Japanese devil when he came to the battlefield for a while, and it really seemed that he could kill.

Si Ling jumped on the Citroen, banged the accelerator, and rode away.

She has not learned to drive orthodox, but there is such a mechanical genius big brother by her side, play Si Xiao and screw Si Ling will hand the knife, Si Xiao will step on the accelerator Si Ling will help the pole, Si Xiao will be ninety percent, Si Ling will get at least three percent, drive a new car out, and wait for leisure.

The iron door of Chen's house was closed, and she didn't have an idea of standing still with the door, but Si Ling didn't slow down, she was sure that except for her mother, no one in the family dared to ask her to die on the iron door. Even if you get hurt, you can't do it.

There was a panic and a shout, and sure enough, the door opened.

Si Ling rushed out, and he didn't know how fast he was, but he felt that the wind was too loud and he was very happy. The sky has entered the twilight, the lights are on, Si Ling made two turns, the rearview mirror saw that no one caught up, it should be slowed down, but the road to Xu's house is along the Suzhou Creek, one side is the mud embankment, the other side is the factory wall, a long road, no pedestrians, desolate like a stumbling foot into a thousand years ago, she came to the interest, still running wildly, one hand to tear off the straw hat and wig, let the wind filter short hair, so comfortable that you have to lean your neck to make a wolf howl.

At the end of the long street, she slowly slowed down and ripped off the dress, revealing the heroic military uniform inside.

From here, turn further south, and there is Xu Ning's alley.

The road in front of her house is too narrow, inconvenient to drive, Si Ling went around the back, from those stone steps between the clay pots and bamboo baskets, inch by inch, like a song swaying Tang Feng, suddenly turning into the Song Ci Jiuqu soft intestines, but also to carry the turn of the upper, middle and lower sections of the grinding to grind, especially troublesome.

It was easy to see the lights of the Xu family, and it took only five minutes to park the car here. No one looked at the car. But with such an eye-catching car, no one dares to steal it, so it's okay to stop for a while. But Si Ling leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, and suddenly he didn't want to go up.

The ancients said that if you come and return with a good time, why should you see Dai. It is also said: Hometown is timid.

Si Ling didn't know which one he was.

"Thinking ...... Si Ling? The timid voice was Xu Ning's coming.

As soon as Si Ling appeared, the evening breeze became bright, and as soon as Xu Ning came, the night became softer.