I don't know how long I cried, I fell asleep after crying, and then had a long dream.

In my dream, there was an endless field of rape flowers, the clouds were blue, and the birds flapped their wings and cried and flew by. In the distance there was a little girl, with two pigtails and a goose-yellow silk dress, jumping up and down, humming a pleasant tune in her mouth, her face was so blurred, except for a pair of eyes, dark and bright, brighter and clearer than any pair of eyes I have ever seen.

She accidentally fell, her knee was bloody, she suddenly cried, a tall man hurriedly ran towards her, wiped away her tears, and gently coaxed her: "Don't cry at the crescent moon, be good, don't cry, look, what is this?" ”

There was an extra butterfly woven of bamboo grass in the man's hand, and the little girl suddenly burst into tears and laughed, took it with both hands, and kissed the man on the face: "Thank you, Daddy!" ”

The man took her little hand and walked into the distance: "Let's go home and see what your mother has cooked." ”

The little girl's tender voice came: "The crescent moon wants to eat honey bean cake!" ”

"You, you love to eat some sweets!"

"Then do you think my mother will do it for me?"

"Probably not."

"Why?"

"Because she's lazier than you."

"Hum hap hum!"

Their backs disappeared into the flower field, and not long after, they heard the cry of the little girl: "Woo woo, I want my father to carry me!" No matter what! Must be daddy back! ”

When I woke up, it was already bright outside the window, and the pillow was still a little wet, so I rummaged through the cabinet and found a mirror, and my mung bean eyes were really swollen. It's really strange, the act of crying is obviously to drain the tears out, not to suck them in, how can it be swollen, obviously it should shrink the water, and it would be good to make my eyes a little bigger.

I rarely look in the mirror because this face makes me not look in the mirror, or rather, this face makes me only have the urge to smash the mirror. Right now I'm staring in the mirror, I haven't seen it in a long time, it's really strange. As Yang Xiuyi said, I can't remember what I look like when I look at this face ten times, no, I don't even know myself anymore. Why did you cover your face and run on the street last night, it's really too much, how can those people remember me?

Throwing the mirror back at the bottom of the box, I got down to business.

First, fold the letter to the master into a paper crane, arrange the position, sprinkle it with flowing dew, and after reciting a spell, it babbled and flew away. Then I began to refine the job posting and the rent posting, and finally the Shenlan Wanxiang spectrum, which was really troublesome, the lines were outlined vertically and horizontally, one stroke could not be less, one stroke could not be more, I had to draw for a long time, and often had to redraw because of an ink spot.

I was tired of drawing, so I planned to go to the kitchen to get something to eat, and put two more notices next to the bulletin board on the street.

Aunt Jiang was washing clothes in the yard, and gave me a blank look, I replied to her with a disgusted expression, snorted, and passed by her with my head held high.

Uncle Feng was making wine in the kitchen, and when he saw me coming, he turned around and went to the stove to work, and brought out a table of hot dishes. There are braised pork trotters, sweet and sour pork ribs, stewed chicken with shiitake mushrooms, and honey pigeon......

"It's been hot for a long time, you can eat."

I was dumbfounded: "Uncle Feng, are you still the Uncle Feng I know?" ”

This clear and straight, the appearance of Uncle Feng, he is loyal to the Lord to the point that he can set up a loyal and filial archway to praise. Yang Xiuyi and I have always been on the tip of the needle, we don't quarrel for a day, we are unhappy, and we are even more upside down. So, needless to say, how much Uncle Feng hates me, if a bad face can be eaten, then the bad face he gave me can feed a family of five for ten years. And let me not mention, as Yang Xiuyi's right-hand man, he has always been the target of my master and I trying to eradicate, and we have plotted against him even more times than we have plotted against Yang Xiuyi.

He turned around and continued to fiddle with the wine koji, and said lightly, "The young master ordered me to do it." After a pause, he added: "Don't worry, it's not poisonous." ”

His attitude towards me completely depends on Yang Xiuyi's attitude towards me, I said such a heavy cruel thing last night, isn't Yang Xiuyi angry? Even if you are not angry, it is impossible to come to be courteous without incident, either treachery or theft, it is strange if you are not poisonous!

I got up and went back to the room, took a silver needle back, and did not shy away from it, poked it in front of him one by one, and then dipped it in Xuanxuan wine with chopsticks, and poked it over one plate after another. The silver needle can only test for severe poison, and some laxatives and itching drugs have to rely on the Xuanxuan liquor that Master and I have painstakingly developed after a year of study.

Finally sure it wasn't poisonous, I sat down and feasted on it.

Uncle Feng snorted coldly, and continued to be busy with him, I didn't feel blushing, I have become a frightened bird now, and it wasn't their master and servant who harmed me?

Out of the kitchen, Xiangzhu was not there, and he went out with Yang Xiuyi again, regardless of her, I took the notice directly and went to the street.

The streets, as usual, were bustling with traffic and noisy, but today most of them were talking about thousands of charred corpses under the Peony Cliff. This matter is related to me, and I can't help but prick up my ears to listen. Some people said that it was innocent people killed by robbers, and they were piled up there in one breath and burned together; Some people say that it is the birth of the demon boy and the omen of chaos in the world; Some people say that some bones are clearly animal bones, which should be the heavenly sacrifices of some charlatan cults; It is also said that it was a group of warlocks from outside the south of the city who killed the demons and monsters.

There are different opinions, more wonderful than Mr. Hu's storytelling, a few people talk about the sound and color, as if immersive, I stand in the crowd and listen to it fascinated, and even think that his version is the real thing.

I quickly finished posting the notice, pulled out my legs and came back to continue listening, talking about the highlights, the man also deliberately sold the guanzi, waiting for everyone to urge him, everyone scolded angrily, and I was also anxious to die: "You say it quickly!" ”

I looked up and glared at him, "The ghost is not gone!" ”

Yang Xiuyi raised his hand and gave it to me again: "The dead pig also knows to get up." ”

I was listening with relish and pushed him away: "Don't make noise! ”

The man continued: "The traitor put the Red Sun Bead into the bottom of the Biyun Valley, and a fire ignited at the bottom of the valley, and the water could not be extinguished, and the earth could not be covered, and finally the headquarters of the Demon Spirit Sect was burned to the ground. The Demon Spirit Sect leader led the crowd to escape, and the Peony Cliff in the south of our city is the place where it must pass, because the Peony Cliff is full of ravines, sand and soil, and it is easy to block, so the Seven Fowl Sect chose to set up an ambush there, but unexpectedly, the emaciated camel of the Demon Spirit Sect was bigger than the horse, and the murderous aura of the trapped beast rose to the sky, and the Seven Fowl Sect was destroyed in one fell swoop, leaving a thousand scorched bones. ”

I couldn't help but speak, "What about the Demon Spirit Sect?" How many people did they die? ”

"In this last fight, the Demon Spirit Sect also suffered heavy losses, and there are only a few people who escaped, I'm afraid there are only twenty or thirty." The man sighed: "The great sect of the demon realm, the fall is only in the morning and night, the butterfly flutters its wings, it can lead to a hurricane, huh??" Consignment? Silly? Jian U Naan? Shun k rout?? Loose Shun? Sea?? Ψ婪 satin u 2 also?? r couch paralyzed so Joe Ч glutinous mulberry ???? Far from it? Are they all in vain? Thorough? Steep and poor? Qiao's dipping in the suburbs of the city#?俜治龅笔column鞔蠼頼頼Silly 摦嚯魇beer??? P>" It's the same as it really is. Yang Xiuyi's voice sounded in his ears, "Shouldn't we go?" ”

"Huh?" I looked back at him, and he glared at me angrily, took my hand, and led me away from the crowd.

I exclaimed in a low voice: "Yang Xiuyi! What are you doing! ”

"Those people are serious, are you really stupid? What are you listening to over there? ”

"My ears grow on me, and I can listen to whatever I like."

He stopped and looked down at me, glaring at him in disbelief. Actually, I'm not short, I'm about the same as an ordinary man, but this Yang Xiuyi is really tall, which makes me always lose to him in terms of momentum.

He didn't say a word, his eyes were as white as ink, his eyes were deep, I was almost cross-eyed, and said, "Look, what to look at......"

He suddenly raised his hand and knocked on my forehead again: "Have you eaten the meal?" ”

I nodded: "Why did you let me eat so greasy early in the morning?" ”

"Early in the morning?" He snorted coldly, "Say you're a pig, it's not time now." ”

Have I slept for so long? Looks like I was really tired yesterday.

"You caused the incident outside the south of the city, right?"

I nodded.

He turned and walked forward, saying as he went, "Don't go out of the city alone if you have nothing to do in the future, it's okay if you die, and I will have to be punished." ”

I rushed straight up and pushed him on the back with both hands: "Hey! Yang Xiuyi, why is your heart so bad! ”

With his skills, he could completely dodge, but he didn't dodge, he fell a few steps forward by inertia, suddenly turned around and grabbed my hand, stabilized his figure, and said: "Speaking of bad hearts, how can you compare to your master and apprentice, you are the originators of bad hearts." ”

"Oh? We are the originators, so what are you? Are you a congregant? Then do you want to call me Master too! ”

He gave me another finger bone: "It's beautiful!" ”

I was annoyed: "You knock me again!" ”

Then he raised his hand, and I glared at him viciously, and he dared to knock it down again, and I died with him, but he lowered his hand and scraped my nose.

I muttered proudly, "You know you're afraid!" ”

"That's because this master is tired of playing!" As he spoke, he raised his hand and gave me a snap of his fingers on the brain, and before I could react, he backhanded another finger bone.

This time it was too ruthless, I touched it, it was slightly swollen, I gritted my teeth, and reached out to hit him: "Yang Xiuyi, you are dead!" ”

Romance "Hmph, you can catch up!" Or he turns and runs forward: I am furious: "Stop! Don't run! "