The young man saw that Lao Qing was speaking strangely, so he said, "Comrade, do I mean you have a lighter or matches?" I'll borrow a fire. The guy put his hand holding the cigarette out of his trouser pocket.

Lao Qing raised his head, looked at him in confusion, and shook his head: "I don't smoke." ”

The guy shook and left.

"Inexplicable," he said.

Lao Qing's phone rang.

Lao Qing opened his mobile phone like a life-saving grass.

The voice of the other party was heard: "Did you bring something?" ”

Lao Qing hurriedly replied: "Brought it." ”

"You didn't bring the thunderbolt, did you?"

"I didn't ...... No, no. Lao Qing's forehead was sweating.

"If you want to bring thunder, tear up the ticket!" The other party said viciously.

"Don't tear, don't tear!" Lao Qing's voice was a little pale.

"Where's the silver bell?" Lao Qing asked.

"What silver bell, and what gold bell? At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, at the east bank of the Jiudu Buddha platform in Shidu, one hand handed over the money and the other hand handed over the person. The other party hung up the phone.

Two plainclothes officers walked up to Lao Qing, who was paralyzed as mud.

Shidu is the tenth crossing on the Juma River. The Juma River originates in Lingqiu County, Shanxi Province, flows through Beijing for about 46 kilometers, flows from northwest to southeast, and flows out of Zhangfang Mountain Pass. People start from the area west of Zhangfang, and name the ten large river bay ferries of the Juma River as the first ferry and the second crossing...... Shidu; Each ferry port is connected by a bridge or ferry, and there are natural villages of different sizes on the left and right banks. Shidu Mountain is beautiful and beautiful, the Juma River flows through the cliffs and valleys, and the river beach is often covered with a layer of flat fine sand or pebbles, as if a layer of light yellow stone mat is laid at the water's edge. At the place where the river flows, there are often steep cliffs. Due to the erosion and weathering, the formation of the landscape is very spectacular, the coastal stone wall, layer upon layer, uneven, a thousand postures, will be charming and beautiful and the majestic and steep ingeniously integrated, drizzle season, is the group of peaks faint, dull and intertwined, just like an ink painting.

The rain in the mountains will rain as soon as it is said, and all of a sudden, a thin drizzle will fall. Lao Qing was walking on the road, and two plainclothes tourists disguised themselves as tourists to distance themselves from him.

Wangfo Valley is on the east bank of Jiudu, is a high valley composed of dolomite layers, close to the mountain and water, about 20 meters high. Wangfo Valley faces Longshan, and a Buddha character is carved on the stone wall of the mountainside. In the drizzle, the flying leaves are scattered, the flowers are gradually charming, and the Buddha word flickered.

Lao Qing panted and came to the top of the high valley, empty.

The phone rang.

The other person said, "Put the money down and go back 100 meters." ”

Lao Qing said: "What about the people who put it? ”

The other party said, "Pay the money first." ”

Lao Qing said stubbornly: "If you don't see anyone, you won't pay." ”

"Look to the left."

Lao Qing looked to the left and saw the silver bell hanging on an old locust tree on the edge of the cliff, with an abyss at his feet, and the other end of the rope was hidden in the bushes.

When Yinling saw Lao Qing, she was surprised and delighted, but her mouth was sealed with tape and she couldn't scream.

Lao Qing put down his purse.

The phone rang.

"Open the purse." The other party said.

Lao Qing opened his purse to reveal RMB.

"If it's counterfeit, it'll kill you." The other party said viciously.

Lao Qing retreated about 100 meters.

A small man appeared on the high valley, he lifted the leather bag with joy, and disappeared in a flash.

Lao Qing ran a few steps and rushed to the old locust tree on the left, and saw that the other end of the rope was tied to a boulder in the bushes.

Lao Qing grabbed the rope and pulled the silver bell inside.

Two plainclothes officers had already flown over.

"Bang, bang......" The gunshot rang out.

The crisp sound of the gunfire startled a flock of perched birds, and it was particularly clear in the valley.

Silver Bell's clothes were soaked, and she floated desperately towards the cliff.

Lao Qing reached out to Yinling, grabbed the corner of Yinling's clothes, and dragged her to the ground.

Lao Qing untied the rope of the silver bell and pulled off a seal from her mouth.

With a "wow", Yinling threw herself into Lao Qing's arms and cried.

Lao Qing gently patted her on the back and coaxed her like a child.

"Oh, my Mr. Qing!" Yinling tore Lao Qing's clothes and screamed loudly.

At this time, two plainclothes officers came with the little gangster, one of whom was carrying the bag.

Lao Qing rushed over and slapped the little man hard.

The little man said with a sad face: "The People's Liberation Army used to treat prisoners preferentially!" ”

Silver Bell asked, "What about the other villain?" ”

A plainclothes person said: "I jumped into the river and ran." ”

On the way, Lao Qing asked Yinling: "Do they have that one for you?" ”

"Which one?" Yinling asked puzzled.

"That." Lao Qing said mysteriously, lowering his voice.

"What, which one the hell?" Yinling gulped down on the bread given by Lao Qing.

Lao Qing gestured anxiously: "No hooligans?" ”

Yinling smiled, raised her eyebrows and said, "They didn't even dare to touch their aunt's hair!" ”

Yinling was frightened and recuperated at home for the time being, so Lao Qing invited Langyu to the teahouse and helped him preside over the shop.

Lang Yu said to Lao Qing: "The tea house is in a recession, Yinling took the Buddha to open the light, but I didn't expect to encounter danger, I think it will be difficult to maintain it like this." ”

Lao Qing thought for a while and said: "I have an idea, run a beauty salon, you have a lot of beauty resources, why don't you make use of it, let's hold two shows a week in the teahouse, invite some bosses to come, charge tickets, 400 yuan a piece, men buy tickets and women are free, responsible for a buffet, and organize some performances." ”

Lang Yuxi said: "This idea is high, it is really high, it is really high, in the end, it graduated from a famous university." ”

Lao Qingxi said: "The beauty is looking for the boss, the boss is looking for the beauty, build a platform, consensual, and hit it off." ”

Lang Yu said: "Isn't this a pimp." ”

Lao Qing said seriously: "That's not it, the beauties we are looking for are students from art academies, beautiful girls from Beipiao, and white-collar women from the company. ”

Lang Yu pursed his lips: "I don't have that many ways." ”

Lao Qing said mysteriously: "I have, they all have acupuncture points, and when they find acupuncture heads, they are grasshoppers and praying mantises." ”

Lang Yu said: "Yuting doesn't know if you agree or not, this grade is too low." ”

Lao Qing raised his head and said: "You can't say that, this is called no matter whether the black cat is a white cat, catching a mouse is a good cat." Don't tell the rain pavilion just yet. ”

Lang Yu said: "It doesn't matter if it's a black dog, a white dog or a leper dog, it's a good dog if you can watch your home." ”

Lao Qing patted Lang Yu on the shoulder and said, "Yes, you are the best at understanding the chief's intentions, which is very correct." Two days later is the Mid-Autumn Festival, let's open the first one on the evening of the Mid-Autumn Festival, look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown. The beauty came to accompany her, and the boss was beaming. ”

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lao Qing was busy and made jade, and Lao Qing received a lot of mobile phone messages early in the morning:

"The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived, send you a moon cake, the first layer of thoughtfulness, the second layer of care, the third layer of romance, the fourth layer of warmth, with a layer of sweetness in between, I wish you happiness! Manufacturer: True Friends; Shelf life: 10,000 years. Novel. ”

Lao Qing saw this, showed a happy smile, he thought: novelty is novelty after all, she still thinks about me Lao Qing, although I can't be a good face, it is not bad to be a friend who cares about each other from afar.

The second message is:

"Let the lucky sunshine come into your window, let happiness and joy fly quietly to you, draw a happy thread in happiness, weave a good luck garment for you, grind a happy needle in happiness, and nail eternal auspiciousness for you. Silver bells. ”

Lao Qing pondered: Yinling must have been bored at home, she must be full of gratitude to my Lao Qing, good before good, evil retribution. Sooner or later, she will repay me.

The third message is:

"The Mid-Autumn Festival flowers are full moon, relatives have a source, friends are fateful, and families are reunited. I sincerely wish you a sweet life and a happy family. Dream Rain. ”

Mengyu is Mengyuan's younger brother, and he works in Harbin. Lao Qing thought that he must not have known the news that Xinrui had left him, and he felt that this information was a bit cruel, and he couldn't help but feel sour.

The fourth message is:

The bright moon is priceless, the mountains are loved, may your life be like the fifteenth moon, round and complete.

Graceful.

Lao Qing smiled bitterly: "What is complete, I always feel that a corner is missing, and it is a little unbalanced." ”

The fifth message is:

When the heat gradually leaves, I realize that the warm season of autumn has arrived, and I can forget everything at this moment, but I can't forget to say softly to my friends: You are happy, I am happy. Xia Jun. ”

Lao Qing smiled happily, this Xia Jun is really warm enough, this elusive happy little thing.

The sixth message is:

"With the pen of the heart, draw a colorful picture of peace, happiness, joy and health, and every stroke is my blessing to you. May you always have it. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Thunder. ”

Lao Qing thought; May your painting be completed as soon as possible, so that the sunshine of art will come as soon as possible.

The seventh message is:

Send you a moon cake from the mouth to the heart, with a gentle advice to make the filling, generously contain the skin, adjust with sincere blessings, and then use prayer water to eat a year of good luck and a lifetime of good fortune. Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Huang Qiushui.

Lao Qing smiled: "This Huang Banxian, I don't know how he spent the Mid-Autumn Festival?" Let's play the guitar cross-legged at home and look at the people from afar. ”

The eighth message is:

"Looking at the moon in mid-autumn, the world is all over the world. A glass of wine is toasted, and the two places are in the mood. Flying. ”

Lao Qingzhi flew to the field a few days ago, and his actions have always been secretive, and he doesn't know which lover will go. In the most popular era of Feitian, the girl's love letters on his desk were stacked one after another. Colleagues joked that some of the amorous young women almost crossed the wall. Feitian's poetry was first circulated from the folk, a young girl in Shandong compiled Feitian's poems published in magazines and newspapers into a collection, and then copied among classmates, relatives and friends, in fact, it is also a kind of manuscript literature. Later, it was officially published and caused a sensation in the world, like a fresh wind, blowing into the campus, arousing the feelings of many young girls. Many girls can't sleep at night with flying poems in their hands, and some girls are looking for the golden key to unlock the world of love in reading. But Feitian is a classical aesthete, he is not like Lao Qing, he likes innocent and beautiful girls, graceful young women, and cautious, dare not wade in love, watch more than caressing, sometimes on the other side of the lake under the weeping willows under the shadow of the shadow, reluctant to give up. In order to maintain a beautiful and reserved image, Feitian never married and became a thorough poet of innocence.

When Lao Qing walked into the Golden Rose Tea House in the evening, he was already full of beautiful women and guests.

Lang Yu came over and happily told him that 36 tickets had been collected, and he had won the battle. When Lao Qing heard this, he grinned and said, "Then I am a success." How many beautiful women are here tonight? ”

"48 of them, all of them have the appearance of a shy flower and a closed moon, the appearance of a sinking fish and a wild goose, and the color of a city and a country," Lang Yu replied in a low voice.

I don't believe it, the only color of the city and the country is sick Xi Shi, Lang Mink Zen, crying Zhaojun, drunk concubine, causing the husband to lose the country, Lu Bu Dong Zhuo was a mess, Wang Zhaojun was far away from his hometown, and Tang Ming Huang fled west. Lao Qing shook his head.

Lang Yu glanced at the hall and said, "There are indeed a few who look like little porcelain figures, and they will break when they are touched." ”

Lao Qing tidied up his clothes and strode into the hall, and everyone who knew him stood up to greet him.

"Yo, Qing Ye is here, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Qing Ye sits here, and if you don't see each other for three days, you won't see it every other day."

"Qingye, in the past two years, you have raised your eyebrows, I am thunderous, I came to you to ask for some auspiciousness."

Lao Qing said: "You are borrowing the east wind." ”

"Yes, borrow the east wind, and I also borrow arrows from the grass boat!"

Another person said: "Qing Ye, your tea really tastes, this statue of Old Master Lu really has Li Bai's style and bones, Du Fu's old master's spirit, Li He's ghostly spirit, Li Shangyin's emotional intelligence, full of culture, literary brilliance, happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" ”

Lao Qing shook his head and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, guests, have fun, have fun." ”

Lao Qing came to the buffet and inspected it, only to see that the color and taste were fragrant, and the cold dishes included potato salad, fruit salad, pickled cucumber, Sichuan pickles, sugar-mixed tomatoes, fried sausages, Guangdong sausages, pine nut tripe; Hot dishes include beef radish, diced chicken with gong pop, sliced tomato meat, mushu pork, squirrel osmanthus fish, green beans, oily wheat cabbage, shredded potatoes with sharp peppers, pine nuts and corn; The soup includes mullet egg soup, hot and sour soup; Fruits include pineapple slices, cantaloupe, white melon, watermelon, etc.; There are wine, beer, and osmanthus wine, which are also affordable and hearty.

At the beginning of the ceremony, Lang Yu presided over it, and she was dressed in a petite and elegant outfit, which was endearing. Lao Qing spoke, he glanced around, jade beauties, there were really a lot. In addition, the fashion is pretty, the lighting is dim, and it feels even more delicate. In his speech, Lao Qing said endless words of welcome, wishing you all to ride the wind and waves in the 21st century, and let the Mid-Autumn Festival melt the moonlight to bring joy and blessing to you.

At the beginning of the performance, the fashion model team organized by Langyu appeared on Nana, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, fashionable costumes, and appeared in all directions. The bosses were all dumbfounded, and there were also a few officials inside, all of whom were invited by the boss, and they were also very happy.

At the beginning of the buffet, everyone rushed to the top, grabbed spoons and forks, picked and ate, and was full of wine and food.

After the buffet, the dance began, Lao Qing and Lang Yu were busy introducing dance partners to the men, the music was melodious, the dancing posture was beautiful, and the ups and downs were joyful.

One year, when an old man sat in his seat, there was no lady to invite him, so Lao Qing pushed Lang Yu and said, "That old man must be a dance fan, you go and invite him." ”

Lang Yu smiled: "This old guy, you let me deal with it." ”

Lao Qing said: "If you want to return customers, it's not easy for people to come back, this is business." ”

Lang Yu glanced at him, staggered to the old man, and bowed deeply.

When the old man saw it, his eyes were blazing, and he was so excited that he burst into tears, and saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth, wetting his clothes.

"Oh,...... Girl, I'm ...... It's so exciting. He trembled and stood up on his crutches.

"Shall we take three steps?" Lang Yu asked cautiously.

"No, two steps, two steps, I'll jump two steps, take one walk......," the old man said, putting down his crutches and holding on to Rangyu's waist.

Lang Yu only felt an unpleasant smell coming out of the old man's mouth, and he couldn't tell what the smell was. She couldn't help but turn her face.

The old man and Langyu jumped up, not so much jumping, but standing still.

Lao Qing saw it really from the side, and couldn't help laughing.

Seeing Lao Qing's smug look, Lang Yu couldn't help but rise in anger and glared at him fiercely.

The old man looked at Lang Yu with dim old eyes and asked, "Aren't you a local?" ”

Lang Yu nodded.

"North of the Yangtze River? I see that you have fine skin and tender meat, like a Jiangnan person. ”

Lang Yu didn't dare to speak, for fear of inhaling the old man's gas, so he just nodded.

The old man's hand holding the back of the jade was sliding...... Seeing that he was old-fashioned, Lang Yu pulled out his hand and pushed the old man's hand away.

The old man's hand didn't dare to move, and his steps were a little messy.

Seeing that she was in an embarrassing situation, Lang Yu asked, "What do you always do?" ”

"The ...... who runs a shroud shop," the old man said word by word.

When Lang Yu heard this, his body trembled in fright, and he gasped.

"Flowers bloom and fall to the shroud shop......" The muscles of the old man's face twitched, and his two eyes looked at her in confusion.

Only then did Lang Yu see the Chinese-style black clothes and black pants worn by the old man, and his legs shook off involuntarily.

The old man squeezed out a trace of laughter, and used his wet mouth to imprint it on Rongyu's cheek, and at this time, Rongyu's waist had been tightly clamped by the old man's hands like iron tongs, like a bucket.

Lang Yu seemed to smell a smell coming from the coffin shop.

Lao Qing was still laughing on the side...... There were still 5 days before the National Day, two public security officers walked into the teahouse and asked Lao Qing about some information, and then the industrial and commercial department came to inform him that the Golden Rose Tea House was closed for rectification.

Yuting heard about it and gave Lao Qing a hard beating.

It turned out that there was a fashion model named Jiajia among the visitors that night, and she met her dance partner, a bank section chief Liu, and the two eyebrows were eyebrows, and they both met very late, and Jiajia came to a secret residence of section chief Liu that night to make a personal promise. Later, Jiajia took Section Chief Liu to her residence to enjoy the fish and water. I didn't think this was a merry trap set by Jiajia. One of Jiajia's female companions hid in the closet and took photos of the two of them having a good time, and Jiajia used these photos to blackmail Section Chief Liu, exchanging 100,000 yuan for photos, otherwise 200 copies would be printed and thrown in the International Trade Building. Section Chief Liu was forced to think that the relationship with Jiajia was not a prostitute, so he called the police. That night, the two met at the No. 1 bus terminal, and Jiajia was pleasantly surprised to grab a cloth bag full of cash and handed the photo and the bottom plate to Section Chief Liu. At this time, a public security officer appeared behind her...... The Golden Rose Tea House was closed for rectification, and Lao Qing's life was gone, so he returned to his old business and made a living from literature. He collected a large amount of information on the Internet, collected an article, and then submitted more than one draft to a number of tabloids and magazines. Operate on the computer, break the whole into parts, sink the parts into the whole parts, and then flick it lightly, and send it to the editorial websites of various newspapers and magazines through Yi Meier, which is really a shortcut.

High-tech, wow! Lao Qing was secretly happy in his heart.

Lao Qing's articles ""***" My Opinion", "The Third ** of the Sexual Revolution", "The Lover's Phenomenon Aspects", "The Declaration of the Single Aristocrat", "Li Bai Takes a Prostitute to Catch the Moon and Die New Detective", "Chen Yuanyuan's New Theory of Where the Flower Falls", etc., are mostly adopted by local newspapers, such as morning newspapers, afternoon newspapers, evening newspapers, and metropolitan newspapers, and are crowned with eye-catching titles.

"I still have to do what I know best." Lao Qing thought secretly.

got the first manuscript fee, and that night, Lao Qing invited the Yu Tianlun Dynasty Hotel to eat Western food buffet, and the two chose a secluded seat. Lang Yu likes to eat small mud sausages, a large plate sandwiched 6, and spread some vegetable leaves, Lao Qing's plate is covered, there are ham salad, grilled steak, grilled shrimp, grilled fish, etc., and a bowl of creamy chicken soup.

Lao Qing ate three plates in a row, and scooped a bowl of assorted fruits, including diced watermelon, diced pineapple, and diced white melon.

Langyu ate 3 small mud sausages, chewed a lettuce leaf, and stopped eating.

Lao Qing asked, "Why do you eat so little?" ”

"To lose weight, many girls now eat one meal a day, and a piece of watermelon at night is enough," replied Lang Yu, looking at the flickering candlelight.

"Ouch, this is a Western food buffet, 168 yuan per person." Lao Qing said anxiously.

Lang Yu's gaze became grim: "What? Distressed? ”

"No, no, don't say 168 yuan, it's 1680 yuan, I can afford it." Lao Qing saw that Langyu's small thin mouth was upturned, and hurriedly comforted.

Lang Yu said: "My stomach is naturally small, my waist is also thin, and I am born with a small amount of food......

"If you marry me, you can save me money," Lao Qing laughed, and his snot was dripping.

"Phew! You're beautiful! The willow leaf of the jade raised her eyebrows, and glared at him fiercely with her clear and transparent apricot eyes.

Lao Qing brought another plate of lychees and cantaloupe pieces.

"Come, get jade, try fresh lychees. As soon as the concubine laughed on the red dust, no one knew that it was a lychee. ”

"I don't eat it, it's too sweet, you can enjoy it alone." Lang Yu yawned, and her two jade arms stretched.

"Langyu, I have a new discovery......" Lao Qing said mysteriously.

"What's new?"

"I'm just now realizing that you have no hair under your armpits."

"you, how do you pay attention to people's shadows?" Lang Yu glared at him fiercely again and stood up.

Two people walked out of the Western food buffet hall and saw a group of people around the piano, and some people were taking pictures.

Lao Qing squeezed over, only to see several people clustered around, one of whom was in his forties, wearing glasses and smiling gently. Lao Qing recognized him, he was the most popular poet Wang Guozhen that year. On Wang Guozhen's left side stood a heroic middle-aged man, with a kind face, blazing eyes, a burly figure, and wisdom and benevolence between his eyebrows. On the right stood a beautiful woman, in her thirties, with a slender figure, long hair and a shawl, and two large eyes that were gentle and charming.

Lao Qing hurriedly asked the young man next to him: "Who is the person on Wang Guozhen's left?" ”

"He is Zhang Baorui, the author of the ** manuscript "An Embroidered Shoe".

"An Embroidered Shoe" was copied by millions of people during the ** period, and it became a household name, the ghost of the Plum Blossom Party, the old janitor of the crematorium, the human body of the Yangtze River Bridge in Wuhan**, and a red embroidered shoe in the Chongqing Church...... Dangers abound, ups and downs, like a cluster of wildfires in the middle of the night. Not long ago, it was officially published, causing a sensation in the north and south of the country.

It turned out that the author of this underground novel was right in front of him, and it was really "suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light." Lao Qing couldn't help but be surprised and delighted.

Lang Yu also squeezed over.

When Lao Qing told her about the two writers in front of the stage, Lang Yu was also surprised and delighted.

"Take a picture with them." Lang Yu said.

"I didn't bring a camera."

"Borrow from someone." There was a way to get Yu, she persuaded a young man to borrow a camera, and then pulled Lao Qing to squeeze in front of Wang Guozhen and Zhang Baorui.

Lang Yu pulled Lao Qing and said: "Teacher Wang, Teacher Zhang, my name is Lang Yu, his name is Lao Qing, and he is also a pen, but unfortunately he hasn't flown yet." ”

Lao Qing said shyly: "Teachers, I am an ugly duckling, and I haven't flown yet......"

Wang Guozhen smiled and said: "You will become a swan, and if you have a will, you can do it." ”

Zhang Baorui said: "There is no mountain that cannot be climbed, there is no torrent that cannot be crossed, there is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb!" ”

Lao Qingxi said: "Okay, that's right, let's take a picture,"

Lang Yu stood next to Wang Guozhen, Lao Qing squeezed next to Jiudan, and several people took a group photo.

That night, Lao Qing's inspiration was like a spring, he stayed awake all night, he wrote more than a dozen poems one after another, reciting them over and over again, and felt more and more similar to Wang Guozhen's poetry style. He called Lang Yu and asked to recite it for her, which didn't look like Wang Guozhen's poetry.

Lang Yu was asleep, and was woken up by him, and said, "Nasty ghost!" "Snap" the handle turned off.

Lao Qingxing is still unfinished, he wrote a few more poems, it was dawn, he remembered that Yuting and Wang Guozhen had a relationship, he wanted to ask Yuting to suggest to Wang Guozhen, and Wang Guozhen to make an episode, which was published by Hong Qiang.

Lao Qing, Wang Guozhen; Wang Guozhen, Lao Qing; It's called "Selected Poems of Wang Guozhen Laoqing", then my Laoqing can be famous all over the world overnight, and Luoyang paper is expensive.

Thinking of this, Lao Qing fell asleep in a daze.

This time, Lao Qing had a sweet dream for the first time in his life.

Yuting explained to Wang Guozhen that Wang Guozhen generously agreed that he was willing to be a stepping stone in order to support an ugly duckling. "Selected Poems of Wang Guozhen Laoqing" was officially published, and the big newspapers and tabloids, and the interview reports were published one after another, overwhelmingly. Phoenix Satellite TV, Hunan Satellite TV, Hubei Satellite TV, CCTV's "Reading" program, "Art Life", etc., followed one after another, the flash lights flashed non-stop, and the mobile phone exploded; Best-selling newspapers such as Beijing Youth Daily, Beijing Entertainment News, and Beijing Evening News published large photos of him and Wang Guozhen talking hand in hand, and his poems were published in famous magazines such as Poetry Magazine, Writer's Digest, Contemporary, and October. Lao Qing is really popular and popular, he was invited to cut the ribbon at the opening ceremony of the luxury hotel, the celebrity club invited him to join for free, and the popular singers and movie stars flew to him and secretly sent autumn waves; His poetry collections have been published in one edition after another, translated into many languages, and published abroad; The Nobel Prize Selection Committee also sent commissioners to Beijing to negotiate with him and discuss the Nobel Prize in Literature. He bought a luxury villa in the northern suburbs of Beijing, with three floors of duplexes, and a mandarin duck bath on each floor, and he bought a new Mercedes-Benz car and hired a driver. He has bodyguards, drivers, nannies, agents, and a long time. He didn't have more time to get together with Sharon's friends, and he sponsored Sharon a huge sum of money to fund the event. The owners of bars, saunas, and song halls in the past came to him one after another, asking him for debts, and he paid them all one by one. He and Lang Yu held a grand wedding, which was held at the Shangri-La Hotel, with 1,000 guests and celebrities. Singers and movie stars are surrounded by singing and singing; The painter and calligrapher hold the inkstone with a pen, and the dragon flies and the phoenix dances. Wang Guozhen was a witness, and Yuting, Huang Qiushui, Feitian, Yinling, Xia Jun, and Mu Mu were amazed. Novel deliberately sent a large flower basket, on which a couplet was written, and the left couplet was: A string song went straight to the clouds to find jade; The right couplet is: 100 poems fall into the sea of flowers to find the old celebration.

The wedding banquet was over, and Lao Qing and Lang Yu both entered the Mercedes-Benz car surrounded by colored balls. The car went all the way north, and Lang Yu told the driver to drive south, and Lao Qing hurriedly asked why. Lang Yu said: "I want the old house, that is the place where we met, the source of love, we go back to the old house and relive the old dream." ”

Lao Qing also felt good, so he ordered the driver to go back to Dongcheng.

When the car entered the alley, the neighbors looked at each other and smiled.

Lao Qing went upstairs with the jade, unlocked the lock, and entered the room. The furnishings in the room are very old, but there is an extra layer of dust, and it has been uninhabited for a long time.

Lang Yu looked left and right in the house, excited and excited, and shouted: "The sound of the waves is still there." ”

Lang Yu entered the shelter again, and saw that the sheets were neat and the curtains were half-hidden, and he felt very cordial.

Lang Yu asked Lao Qing to rest for a while, went out to buy vegetables by himself, and suddenly came back with a basket of vegetables, and said to Lao Qing: "Husband, I want to invite you to eat the food I made myself tonight." ”

Lao Qing didn't say anything, just smirked on the side.

Lang Yu entered the kitchen, and after a while, he brought out fried radish strips with wax meat, boiled fish, mullet soup, etc., and put them on the table, poured two glasses of red wine, and beckoned Lao Qing to dine.

Lao Qing smelled the fragrance and knew the craftsmanship of making jade, and was very happy.

Lang Yu turned on the stereo, played Tchaikovsky's music, and then sat opposite Lao Qing and toasted to celebrate.

Lao Qingjiu was not in his stomach, and he was already half drunk, so he asked Langyu in a daze: "This is not in a dream, right?" ”

Lang Yu said with a smile: "Life is like a dream, a dream is like life, I can't tell whether it's true or false, who is right and wrong, as long as you and I love each other, it is a great blessing in life, and I will not come to life in vain." ”

Lao Qing said movingly: "Langyu, you are so good, I will toast you." ”

Two glasses collide and they are all drunk.

Lao Qing said: "Don't go to the time to pretend to be a model, it's too hard, it's better to stay at home, and when we have time, we will travel abroad together to see the pyramids of Egypt, the Arc de Triomphe in Paris, the Blue Bridge in London, and the water city of Venice in Italy......"

Lang Yu said: "I can't stay at home all the time, I want to work, I want to live independently, so that I can show a person's value, I don't want to be attached to anyone." ”

"Okay, with personality, with thoughts, come, cheers!" Lao Qing's eyes were hazy.

After eating, Lao Qing shook a little, and Lang Yu supported him.

Lao Qing pointed to the bed: "Madam, get on the bed." ”

Lang Yu said: "The bed is too vulgar, don't go up." ”

"Where's that?" Lao Qing asked.

Lang Yu pointed to the ground: "Take the earth as a bed." ”

Langyu moved the futon to the ground, Lao Qing untied the belt for Langyu, and Langyu helped Lao Qing to widen his clothes, and the two hugged like a gourd.

Lang Yu asked in a low voice: "You tell me honestly, how many women have you controlled?" ”

Lao Qing looked at her in a daze: "Actually, you are the only one who is really controlled by me." ”

"You bad thing."

Lao Qing finally woke up, and it turned out to be a dream of Nan Ke.

The manuscript paper is still piled up next to the desktop computer.

It's dawn.

He thought about the dream.

He was determined to make his dream come true.

He also wrote more than 20 poems.

He immediately went to Yuting and asked Yuting to be a matchmaker to help him persuade Cui Yingying to complete "The Story of the West Chamber".

Cui Yingying is Wang Guozhen.

Yuting was originally annoyed by the rectification of the Golden Rose Tea House for Lao Qing, who was holding a beauty salon, and listened to Lao Qing's suggestion to publish a poetry collection with Wang Guozhen, and categorically rejected it.

Yuting said: "Writing poems is one person and one style, Wang Guozhen's poems are higher than your Lao Qing's artistic conception, and he has become famous, if you want to take a shortcut, won't you be laughed at?" I am really good friends with Wang Guozhen, but how can this kind of suggestion be spoken? ”

Lao Qing listened, a little displeased, and said: "Yuting, I write poems with my artistic conception, the level of poetry is not worse than Wang Guozhen, if you are a friend, just tell him, he doesn't want to be his business, and the friendship is also exhausted, if he doesn't agree to be the motivation to motivate me, I must drive him over, and I will be more famous than him in the future." I'm going to fight for the Nobel Prize! ”

Seeing that he was so resolute, Yuting was angry and funny, so he said, "We have been friends for many years, so I will call Wang Guozhen in front of you." ”

Yuting dialed Wang Guozhen's phone and told Lao Qing what he meant.

Wang Guozhen said on the phone: "Poetry and words. A poet has a style, I have my style, I believe that Lao Qing also has Lao Qing's style; It is always a bit far-fetched to combine the poems of two people into one, Lao Qing or publish a book alone, please tell Lao Qing and wish him greater contributions in the field of poetry. ”

Yuting turned off his mobile phone and said to Lao Qing: "Lao Qing, you heard it, Wang Guozhen still means to write his own book, and he hopes that you will make greater progress." ”

Lao Qing muttered: "I'm not touching his light, I just think that my poetry style is similar to his, just like the same Shandong cuisine, I am Gong Bang Chicken, he is Sauce Fried Chicken, since he doesn't agree, forget it." ”

At night, Lao Qing came home like a deflated ball, threw himself into bed, remembered yesterday's dream, and couldn't help but feel ridiculous. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he thought of Zhang Baorui, the author of the ** manuscript "An Embroidered Shoe", now "An Embroidered Shoe" is selling well, and he is filming a TV series, there are books on the bestseller desks of Wangfujing Xinhua Bookstore and Xidan Book Building. I will publish the photo with Zhang Baorui in the book, and then find tabloids and TV stations to stir it up, and my Laoqing will be as famous as Zhang Baorui. Thinking of this, Lao Qing got out of bed, went straight to the street, asked for a taxi, and went to find Zhang Baorui's "An Embroidered Shoe".

In an individual bookstore on Andingmen Inner Street, Lao Qingru saw a copy of "An Embroidered Shoe" with a treasure. Lao Qing bought a copy and went home to read it hungrily, and when he saw it late at night, he felt terrified, and he always felt that there were people in the corridor, and he could even hear the sound of breathing. He felt like someone was picking at his door with his fingernails, and there was a loud gasp of gasp.

Lao Qing was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, he felt that he was in the light, the enemy was in the dark, what if someone shot at him in the opposite building, or someone jumped in from the balcony, unscrewed the window glass of the balcony with a glass knife, and twisted the door lock...... Lao Qing put down the book, stuffed it under the pillow, and turned off the light.

It was pitch black in the room, and there was a noise in the bathroom.

Lao Qing came to the door of the bathroom with bare feet, opened the door suddenly, turned on the light, and saw that the bathroom was empty, which turned out to be the sound from the water pipe.

Lao Qing turned off the light in the bathroom and returned to bed. At this moment, he felt a man standing in the corner, with his back to him, wearing a black dress, with a cloak and a blur of blood, barefoot, and the other wearing an embroidered shoe embroidered with golden plum blossoms.

Lao Qing's pores all over his body were opened, a cold sweat oozed out, he pointed to the corner of the wall with his finger, and shouted: "Who are you?" Are you a female spy of the Plum Blossom Party? I...... I am Long Fei, the director of the Reconnaissance Division of the Ministry of Public Security! ”

He turned on the lamp, and it turned out that there was a clothes rack in the corner, and a black skirt of Langyu was hung, which she had washed last night and draped it on the clothes rack to dry.

Lao Qing turned off the lamp and couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

At this time, footsteps really sounded in the corridor.

"Knock, knock, knock......" The footsteps were heavy, like carrying a heavy weapon, and the gasping of a man.

Footsteps stopped in front of the unit door on the fourth floor, the sound of opening the door with a key.

The door opened and closed again.

Deathly silence.

Lao Qing thought: It's the little white face on the fourth floor again, I went home so late, and I went to be a lover again. The two of them have been married for less than two years, and they quarrel all day long.

Just as he was thinking about it, the sound of smashing things sounded on the fourth floor.

The woman's shouting.

Loud noises.

Suddenly, it fell silent.

Lao Qing lay on the bed and didn't dare to move, and when he was nearly three watches, he was a little dazed, and drowsiness struck.

At this moment, there was another sound of soft footsteps in the corridor.

The footsteps stopped in front of Lao Qing's house.

Lao Qing was completely sleepy and sat up in fright. He quietly went barefoot into the kitchen and picked up a kitchen knife. …… The sound of the key opening the door.

It turns out that there is still ****.

The door slowly opened.

Lao Qing raised the kitchen knife...... A scream.

It turned out to be a jade.

The kitchen knife falls to the ground.

Lao Qing threw himself into Langyu's arms.

Help me! There are ghosts in this house, all of them are embroidered shoes, this Zhang Baorui, who has a thousand cuts, makes up this story and is scary.

Lang Yu patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, look scared like this." ”

Lao Qing said: "I want to sleep with you tonight, I don't do anything, I'm afraid of ......"

This night, Lao Qing slept on the ground, slept on the bed with jade, and slept until noon the next day.

Lao Qing was terrified even if he watched "One Embroidered Shoes", but he was still determined to complete "Three Embroidered Shoes", he felt that the creation was too hard, decided to find a gunman, thought about Yuting's wife Liu Di's sister Liu An, Liu An likes literature, Beijing Normal University Chinese Department just graduated, is looking for a job, and can use computers.

Lao Qing found Liu An and told her the intention of creation, and Liu An heard it and agreed.

Lao Qing bought a small tape recorder and agreed with Liu An that Lao Qing would dictate the story and record it, and Liu An would type and sort it out, pay a deposit of 2,000 yuan first, and after the 200,000 words were typed and sorted out, he would give 3,000 yuan. Liu An is a cheerful person, and feels that this is a good opportunity to learn writing, so he readily agrees.

Lao Qing borrowed 2,000 yuan from Lang Yu and handed it to Liu An, signed a contract with her, and then began to make preparations. He first subscribed to information about Zhang Baorui from the Internet, carefully studied Zhang Baorui's writing characteristics and creative background, and knew that he was the story king of Beijing Ferroalloy Factory, and began to create at the age of 14, and has published more than 20 books, some of which have been adapted into movies and TV series. He also specialized in studying the personality characteristics of our public security personnel Long Fei, Xiao Ke, Lu Ming, Nanyun and others, and studied the physiognomy characteristics, personality characteristics, and family background of the five plum blossoms of the Plum Blossom Party, Bai Qiang, Bai Wei, Bai Lei, Huang Qi, and Huang Fei, and went to No. 10 Magpie Hutong, Dongcheng, Beijing, where Zhang Baorui created the manuscript, to investigate.

In the evening of this day, Lao Qing came to Dongdan, entered from the West Mounting Hutong, passed by Yu Qian's ancestral hall, turned into the land temple downhill, and came to a crossroads, he was wandering, and suddenly saw an old lady walking out of a small courtyard at the intersection, and hurriedly asked: "Old man, where is the magpie alley?" ”

The old lady pointed to the east of the road and said, "After demolition, there is only a small section left." ”

When Lao Qing heard this, his heart was half cold, and he asked urgently: "Is there a writer named Zhang Baorui who lives here?" ”

The old lady said: "I moved away 20 years ago, when I was a child, he played football in the alley, and once the ball kicked on me, even the car and people fell down, thief!" But don't say it, he can still write, at that time, he wrote and wrote under the grape trellis every day, and he really wrote it. ”

"Mom, who are you talking to?" A woman's voice came from inside the courtyard.

"A comrade inquired about Baorui."

A middle-aged woman walked out of the courtyard, looked at Lao Qing and asked, "Are you looking for him?" ”

Lao Qing hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I'm here to collect the wind, come to collect the wind." ”

The middle-aged woman said: "When he was a child, he was our leader, running a drama team, a literary club, acting programs, and holding a poetry recitation competition, which is interesting." Now I'm a writer, and I'm laid off ....... ”

Lao Qing hurriedly said: "The revolutionary division of labor is different, and the division of labor is different. ”

"What division of labor is different, this is called a will, and there is a way."

"Yes, yes, where there is a will, there is a way. Sister-in-law, aunt, let's take a photo and leave a souvenir. Lao Qing said, taking out the camera.

The old lady said: "Girl, you can take a picture with him, I am already a half-cut person, so I won't take a photo." ”

Lao Qing pulled a passer-by and asked him to help take a picture with the middle-aged woman, and then turned into the old Magpie Alley.

Hutong No. 10 courtyard old tan built a two-storey small building, the iron gate is closed, the old courtyard has been unrecognizable, and then to the east is a street, north-south direction, cut into two sections. There is a small western-style building at the west entrance of the alley, which has been newly repaired and preserved intact.

Lao Qing read "An Embroidered Shoe", and the Beijing Organization Headquarters of the Plum Blossom Party in the book was written based on this small building. Lao Qing saw that the door was empty, so he had the courage to push open the door and walk in.

This is a small French-style building, divided into two floors, with delicate eaves and shade, and a begonia sticking out of the wall. The ancient trees in the courtyard are towering, and there is a tea house on the green lawn, and the tea is warm.

A girl walked out of the building, and when she saw Lao Qing, she was stunned.

Lao Qing hurriedly said, "I'm here for an interview. ”

"Interview what?" The girl's eyes were bright and moving.

"There's a writer who lives next door, and your architecture is represented in his writings."

"You mean Mr. Zhang Baorui, the author of "An Embroidered Shoe", right?" The girl suddenly came to her senses.

The girl told Lao Qing about the history of this small building with great interest, it turned out that this small building was built in the late Qing Dynasty, and Aixin Jueluo Puyi once lived in seclusion here. During the Anti-Japanese War, it was the Japanese consulate in Beiping, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, a vice minister lived here. Today, the building has been cut in half for two units.

Lao Qing asked: "It is said that there is a well in this courtyard that is very deep and bottomless. ”

The girl said, "Would you like to see it?" It's over there. She pointed to an old locust tree.

"No, no, no." Lao Qing hurriedly said.

At that time, the author fictionalized a basement and told a story that could be sung and cried. The police officer Xiao Ke was held here, and it was in this basement that his sweetheart was killed. ”

His fiction is true, and this building really has a basement. At that time, there were many fruit trees in the garden, apples, walnuts, and peach trees, and the gate was closed and there were nets on the walls, so that ordinary people could not enter. By the time the girl said this, it was completely dark.

"Is this haunted at night?" Lao Qing asked tremblingly.

"What ghosts" are all made by people, and I don't believe that there are ghosts in the world.

"Then you are Zhong Kui." Lao Qing said in his heart.

After Lao Qing returned home, he was still thinking about the deep well in the courtyard of the small western-style building.

That well must be very deep, he thought...... During this period, Lao Qing also visited a murderous mansion in Dongcheng, because he conceived to start writing from a murderous mansion, and the whole book also revolves around this murderous mansion, thus unfolding a thrilling story that is fascinating.

In order to enhance the horror effect, he decided to investigate at night.

To embolden him, he carried a toy pistol around his waist.

This grain money alley is ancient and deep, the wall skin of many houses is peeled off, the artemisia grass on the house is more than a foot high, Lao Qing groped and came to the front of the No. 13 door, these are two doors, the door paint is off, there is a stone lion on each side, the house tiles are messy, and the artemisia grass is swaying.

This is the famous No. 13 murder house.

No. 13 Liangqian Hutong in Beijing is an ominous house in history. In the early years of the Republic of China, a big family surnamed Qian came to Hangzhou, Zhejiang, and lived in this house that had been abandoned for many years with a family of thirteen people. Mr. Qian is close to ancient times, but his eyes are blazing, he sits like a god, stands like a pine, his voice is clear, he is skinny, he usually holds an old cigarette pouch, he is very majestic, and the servant is kind to his face, docile and virtuous: the second lady Liu is as light as a swallow, and the housekeeper is well organized: the third lady Huazhi, sixteen years old, was originally a boat prostitute on the West Lake, charming and charming, with the appearance of sinking fish and geese, and her laughter is often heard in the house.

No, one night, the Qian family's thirty corpses were in the courtyard, and the maids and servants were terrified and fled in all directions. Luo was hanged, Liu had no limbs, and the flower branch was strangled **. Although Master Qian had martial arts, he was still slashed thirteen times on his body, and he was drenched in blood.

The case caused a sensation in the capital, and the detective captain Lao Ma personally led his subordinates to the scene and carefully investigated, but failed to find a clue.

Who is the murderer?

The young master of the Qian family studied in Japan, and when he heard this murderous news, he hurried back, witnessing the tragic situation, and was full of grief.

Qian Hao is a filial son, an only son, and has had a very close relationship with his parents since he was a child. That night, he tossed and turned in his parents' bed, unable to sleep at night, when a cold wind hit and blew out the lone lamp on the table. In a trance, he saw his father in a green shirt and green coat, covered in blood, standing with his back in the corner of the house.

Qian Hao burst into tears and sobbed: "Dad, you died so miserably, your son has returned from Japan thousands of miles away, and he has come to avenge you!" Master Qian didn't say a word and stood silently.

Qian Hao pleaded: "Dad, tell me, who is the enemy?" ”

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit, and Mr. Qian disappeared suddenly.

When Lao Ma heard the news and came to visit, he saw that Qian Hao was in a trance, and he didn't think about tea and dinner, so he asked him again and again. Qian Hao told the strange dream. The old horse listened and thought thoughtfully.

Searching the murderous house again, the two of them searched carefully, came to the flower branch room, and found a spring palace painting under the bed, the picture turned out to be a woman and a pig mating!

The two of them were very puzzled, and concluded that Hua Zhi was a floating **, and his behavior was determined to be wrong, and the background was very suspicious.

Lao Ma checked the identity and origin of the Qian family's miscellaneous servants, and unexpectedly found that the chef Zhu Wu and Hua Zhi were both from Hangzhou, Zhejiang.

And Zhu Wu and dozens of servants have long been married and left, and they are nowhere to be found.

In order to pursue the real murderer, Qian Hao was accompanied by Lao Ma to Hangzhou, went through hardships, visited everywhere, and finally found Zhu Wu's hometown. After inquiring, the neighbors all said that Zhu Wu liked gambling houses, and there was no trace of Zhu Wu. The two of them were exhausted, and guessed if Zhu Wu's neighbor had deceived them? In desperation, he rested in a dilapidated land temple.

The two were discussing the next step, when they suddenly heard the howl of a pig from behind the temple, and when they went out, they saw a butcher holding a sharp knife and killing a pig.

Someone shouted: "Good Zhu Wu, fierce man!" ”

Only then did the two of them see Zhu Wu.

The two followed Zhu Wu to a farm, the owner of the village held a banquet to entertain him, during the banquet Zhu Wu was drunk, staggered out, and actually came to the broken temple and fell to the ground.

The two performed a scene of pretending to be a ghost and interrogating Zhu Wu at night, Zhu Wu was so frightened that he finally told the truth.

It turned out that Zhu Wu and Huazhi were neighbors, and Zhu Wu usually coveted Huazhi and couldn't get it.

Coincidentally, Huazhi married Master Qian, and Master Qian was Zhu Wu's master. But Huazhi still didn't look down on this ugly and rough cook, although Zhu Wu was courteous to Huazhi, Huazhi still didn't obey. But outsiders don't know.

One day, Zhu Wu got some ** and secretly put it into the wine pot of Master Qian, and Master Qian and Huazhi drank medicinal wine and slept to death.

Zhu Wuse was so bold that he climbed into bed and raped the flower branches.

That Huazhi woke up, the matter had come out, and she was originally romantic, and Master Qian was negligent about the bed, so he acquiesced. Since then, Huazhi can't care about Zhu Wu's ugliness, he is a subordinate, so he indulges in adultery with him.

How can there be an impermeable fence in the world?

One day, Zhu Wu and Huazhi were behind the rockery, but they were bumped into by the eldest lady Luo, who was secretly jealous of Huazhi because he fell out of favor with Master Qian, and when he saw Huazhi cheating, he wanted to make a noise. However, Zhu Wu put the pig-killing knife across her neck, raped her, and made a covenant to hide the scandal.

Soon, Mr. Qian went out, Zhu Wu simply slept in the flower branch room, and the second lady Liu found out that she persuaded Hua Zhi with good words, and Hua Zhi pretended to agree, but secretly she was still looking for joy with Zhu Wuri.

One day, Mr. Qian suddenly went home and saw Zhu Wu lying on the bed of flower branches, Mr. Qian jumped like thunder, and immediately ordered Zhu Wu to strangle the flower branches alive with his own hands, and made people take a leather whip and beat Zhu Wu to the point that his skin was open.

Zhu Wu held a grudge and secretly thought about a revenge plan.

Zhu Wu pretended to be stupid on the surface, and showed great remorse, and soon won the trust of Master Qian.

As a result, Zhu Wu took the opportunity to put Mongolian and Han medicine in his wine jug, Zhu Wu's treacherous plan succeeded, and Master Qian died tragically under his pig-killing knife.

Then Zhu Wuda opened the killing ring, brutally killed the thirteen members of the Qian family, and wanted to kill them, and then hid and disappeared.

On the way to escort, the cunning Zhu Wu absconded. Qian Hao was shocked. And when he was in the inn at night, he dreamed that his father had entered the house, and his back was still to him. He wanted to shout, but he couldn't. Then his father reached out meaningfully, pointed to the guide, and disappeared into the darkness. Waking up turned out to be a dream of Nanke.

He told Lao Ma about the dream, and Lao Ma thought about it and said, Zhu Wu fled to the south! Qian Hao paused. The two chased them south, went through hardships, and finally arrested Zhu Wu and escorted him to the capital.

Since then, No. 13 Liangqian Hutong, with a faint smell of blood, has changed its owner several times, and has to evacuate because there are unjust souls crying in the middle of the night.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger?

It's called experiencing life.

Lao Qing helped the pistol in his waist, strengthened his courage, and stepped forward to knock on the door.

After a bag of cigarettes, there was a sound of kicking footsteps in the courtyard.

There was a "squeak", and the door opened a crack.

A little dwarf poked his head.

"Why are you so short?" Lao Qing asked.

"Born, Mom and Dad gave it." The little dwarf said with a grin.

"If I weren't so short, the Food Bureau wouldn't have let me watch the door."

Lao Qing said: "I am a writer, and I am writing a novel with the theme of this house, and I have come to experience life. ”

"Wow, I came to a writer last year, and I also experienced life, and then I was scared back."

"I'm bold......" Lao Qing was a little weak-hearted.

"Come in if you're bold."

The little gnome opened the door.

A damp smell came to my nose.

Lao Qing followed the little dwarf step by step, and the whole compound was as silent as death, black and hollow.

Lao Qing's eyes appeared in front of an old three-story western-style building, the house was very large, it looked dilapidated, but the structure was very solid. Because it has been uninhabited for a long time, the garden is full of thorns and disorder, and there are rockery pavilions, which can be seen by large families in the past. Suddenly, a few crows were hovering up and down on the rooftop, and they let out a miserable cry. This situation made Lao Qing fight a cold war.

"Why is there no light?" Lao Qing asked.

"There was a power outage tonight, maybe it's a circuit ring." The little dwarf flashed his flashlight.

"This is now the warehouse of the Food Bureau, alas, there are not many batteries on it, so make do with it." The little gnome reached through a broken glass window and opened the door to the building.

It was a large living room, with a sofa, coffee table and some other daily furniture, full of dust, and the room was quiet, without any sound.

With a "bang", the wind closed the door chaotically, Lao Qing was startled, and his eyes were staring at the door.

"Let's go upstairs and have a look." The little dwarf suggested.

Lao Qing followed him step by step up the stairs, the wooden stairs had not been repaired for many years, making a "crunch" sound.

There were many rooms upstairs, and he looked through them one by one, most of them in disarray, with sacks of food and some with cobwebs.

Something suddenly came over and got under Lao Qing's crotch.

"Ugh!" Lao Qing screamed.

The little dwarf laughed, and traced the object with a flashlight, and it turned out to be a mouse, with shiny fur and very fat.

"The rats here have all become sperm." The little dwarf let out another strange laugh.

One room was very tidy, with a double bed, a sofa and a dresser, the mirror on the dresser was polished, a large red candle burned out on the table, and an ashtray with broken cigarette butts.

"Whose room is this?" Lao Qing asked.

The little dwarf smiled mysteriously and said, "If you shouldn't ask, you shouldn't ask." ”

His gaze was on a paper plum blossom in the dresser mirror.

"There's a plum blossom here." Lao Qing exclaimed in horror.

What is this sign? Could it be the mark of the plum blossom party, Lao Qing thought it was a dream, and couldn't help pinching his thigh, it hurt, it seems to be in real life.

"This plum blossom? ......" Lao Qing asked the little dwarf tentatively.

Unexpectedly, the little dwarf came up with a sentence: "The shadow is sparse and the water is shallow, and the dark fragrance floats in the dusk of the moon." ”

Lao Qing was shocked: "You are quite literate. ”

"Don't underestimate people, I taught myself college Chinese, and people with disabilities are also people."

"Yes, yes, Sima Qian of the Western Han Dynasty is disabled and is the author of "Historical Records", Zuo Qiu Ming is disabled and is the author of "Zuo Chuan", Sun Bin is disabled, and he can still command battles." Lao Qingsheng was afraid that he wouldn't say it, like a few treasures.

A faint aroma of coffee emanates from a house.

The little dwarf opens the house, and it turns out to be the kitchen.

The hallway was dark, and a ray of moonlight peeked through the window and shone on the staircase leading to the third floor.

"Gordon", this is the sound from downstairs, Lao Qing was stunned, and his heart was pounding.

"Geddon" again.

The little dwarf said: "This house is an old house, and after a long time, sometimes the wind is turbulent, and it often makes a strange sound, which is the sound of the wood squeezing in the building itself. ”

The two men fumbled their way to the third floor.

A flock of crows suddenly flew to the ridge of the roof in fright.

Due to the pointed vault of the building, the rooms on the third floor are narrower and darker.

The little dwarf led him into a room with a single bed, old chairs, table, wardrobe, etc., and a foul smell.

"I'll stay in this room." The little dwarf paced happily around the house.

"How do you live on the third floor?"

"Condescendingly, the movement in the yard can be seen clearly."

"Is this haunted?" Lao Qing asked cautiously.

"If there are ghosts, there will be ghosts, and if there are no ghosts, there will be no ghosts, and ghosts are in your heart." The little dwarf said seriously.

The two of them went downstairs, and just walked to the corner of the third floor, Lao Qing exclaimed: "Ah, an embroidered shoe!" ”

I saw an embroidered shoe embroidered with golden plum blossoms on the windowsill, which looked a little dazzling in the bright moonlight.

The embroidered shoe was clearly worn and somewhat old.

"Ha, ha, giggle......" The little dwarf let out a heartfelt laugh that shook the house and lingered in the hallway for a long time...... When Lao Qing was leaving, the little dwarf asked, "What?" The writer doesn't stay here for a few nights to really experience life. ”

Lao Qing waved his hand again and again and said: "The yin qi here is too felt, I don't dare to stay for a long time, what's going on with that embroidered shoe?" ”

"That's what I bought at the Panjiayuan thrift market, 80 yuan a pair, and one in my drawer!"

The little dwarf burst into laughter again.

The door squeaked shut and locked, the rusty old lock, as if locking the secret.

As soon as Lao Qing heard the little dwarf's laughter, his legs and stomach cramped, and he felt uncomfortable.

When Lao Qing returned home, he was shocked, the little dwarf was always dangling in front of his eyes, and the laughter of the little dwarf echoed in his room.

In the past few days, Lang Yu has not shown up, probably because the boss of his girlfriend in the same room has not patronized. Without the jade in the house, Lao Qing felt even more panicked. He simply turned on all the lights in the room, even the lights in the kitchen and bathroom.

The lights were brilliant, the door of the house was open, Lao Qing sat alone at the head of the bed, and drank "The Story of the Empty City".

The phone rang.

Lao Qing picked up the phone, but there was no sound.

As soon as he put down his phone, it rang again.

He picked up his phone again, but there was still no sound.

Odd.

Lao Qing felt a little hairy in his heart.

The curtains of the balcony windows have also been opened, and the scenery outside the window can be seen at a glance.

The phone rang again.

Lao Qing didn't answer, concentrating and holding his breath.

The phone is still ringing.

Lao Qing still didn't answer.

The phone rings non-stop.

Lao Qing went to pick it up.

It's a rain pavilion.

Yuting said that the mobile phone signal was not good, he was singing with a few friends at the cash cabinet, and the Golden Rose Tea House was approved to be open for business, which was the result of operation, and Lao Qing was specially invited to go out of the mountain.

Lao Qing said, I'm busy here, let Huang Qiushui and Yinling take charge of the counter first.

Yuting said that if you cooperate with Wang Guozhen to publish a poetry collection, you will eat the scales - die of heart.

Lao Qing said, I am a village with heavy mountains and rivers and no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright. There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and I will write a novel before putting it down first.

Yuting said that if you want to write a novel, ask more novelists in the salon for advice.

Lao Qing said, no need, I am self-taught. There are those who write "A Dream of Red Mansions", and there are those who continue "A Dream of Red Mansions", such as "A Dream of Red Mansions", "Dream of Red Mansions", and "A Dream of Red Mansions"; There are those who wrote "Water Margin", and there are "Water Margin" and "Water Margin"; There are those who wrote "Journey to the West", and there are "Journey to the West" and "Journey to the West"; There are those who write "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", there are "The Prequel of the Condor Heroes", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and so on.

Yuting smiled, I know you are creating "Three Embroidered Shoes", and you want to be the Stephen King of China. Liu An has already told me.

Liu An, this fast-talking little girl. Lao Qing scolded secretly.

Lao Qing said, I don't want to be China's Stephen King, I want to be China's Christie, the American Stephen King, seems to be a little shallow, and Christie is thicker, her "Tragedy on the Nile" and "Crime in the Sun" are all masterpieces, and they are also very well written. I'm also going to play China's Alfred Hitchcock, a British director who is a real geek, and his masterpieces such as "The Thirty-Nine Steps", "Edward's Husband", "Butterfly Dream", etc., are enduring masterpieces.

Yuting said, Okay, I'll go to Huang Qiushui for a while, you can get busy with yours first.

Lao Qing went to the bathroom to take a bath, he took off his strips, unscrewed the switch of the electric heater, the water flowed, warm, down his neck and back, he felt very comfortable, and couldn't help humming a little song.

The bathroom door is open, the living room is brightly lit, and the bedroom is brilliantly lit.

Lao Qing opened his eyes slightly, letting the water flow and splash.

Suddenly, an inspiration came to him, and the water turned into blood, and it flowed down and fell to the ground, and the blood flowed into the ditch...... It's amazing, and it's so ingenious that it's not a genius for a suspense novel.

On the wall of the bathroom, there is a large letter written in blood: BB.

The English beginning of the plum blossom party is exactly BB, BB is in action, and the plum blossom party is in action.

The lights went out, and the lights of Lao Qing's house were all out.

It's dark.

Lao Qing didn't dare to move, he was really nervous, so nervous that his legs trembled, and he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

How? Why is there a power outage at this time.

The water slowly cooled down.

A warm current flowed down between his legs, causing a faint commotion.

Lao Qing walked down the steps, stretched out his head, and saw a light in the opposite building.

Could it be that your own fuse is broken?

Lao Qing moved to the drawer step by step, opened the drawer, took out a flashlight, felt out the fuse, and came to the meter in front of the door, he opened the electric switch, and there was a smell of burning.

The fuse broke.

He moved over a wooden bench and climbed on it, lighting it with one hand and installing a fuse with the other.

The lights are on.

Lao Qing got off the stool, moved the wooden stool back to its place, and then walked into the bedroom.

The window of the veranda was open, the curtains were not hung, and Lao Qing appeared in the window like a duck with a feather.

He came to the balcony, revealing the upper body of **, and the lower body flickered between the railings of the balcony.

How lovely nature is, from nature, from nature, nature, and couldn't be more wonderful.

He remembered that there was a film in the DVD: "Garden of Eden", a nude camping camp in a weekend resort, and all those who came here on weekend vacation had to enter naked, and the garden was pleasantly landscaped and full of amusement, with swimming pools, shooting ranges, hunting grounds, orchards, vegetable gardens, libraries, and all kinds of ball halls, and men and women were naked, polite, elegant, and got along well, and there was no compassion for them.

Lao Qing was thinking about it, when he suddenly saw a flash, and he saw that someone in the opposite corridor was secretly taking pictures of him.

He couldn't help but be furious, quickly turned around, turned off the lights, put on his clothes, opened the door, and ran out.

He walked into the building opposite, and searched floor by floor, where was the shadow of that person.

Lao Qing was confused, and suddenly a door opened, and an old lady stuck out her head.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?" She asked.

"I'm not looking for anyone...... I want to make it easier. Lao Qing was incoherent.

"What? You've come here. The old lady was furious.

"No, I just want to stand here for a while." Lao Qing said that he hurriedly went downstairs.

Lao Qing slipped back to the room, didn't dare to turn on the light again, and lay on the bed, feeling clear and bold.

Another inspiration.

The enemy used the method of secretly taking pictures to obtain useful information, and our public security officer Long Fei went to pursue it, but the enemy was nowhere to be found.

Or the female spy of the Plum Blossom Party is taking a bath, and after taking a bath, she breaks the fake **, ** which has a small transmitter hidden in it, and sends a report to the headquarters of the Plum Blossom Party in Taiwan. Our public security officers hid in the opposite building to take pictures and listen to ...... These storylines are wonderful, thrilling and weird, and really wonderful. Thinking of this, Lao Qing quickly took out the tape recorder and began to dictate the story.

At 10 o'clock in the morning the next day, Liu An came to Lao Qing's home on time. Lao Qing handed her a recorded tape and said, "Go back and sort it out quickly, put it into a floppy disk after typing, and then give it to me." ”

Liu An took the tape like a holy decree and nodded.

Do you have this kind of tape recorder there? Lao Qing asked.

Liu An nodded again.

"Don't wash it accidentally, it's the original."

Like an underground worker accepting a special task from a superior organization, Liu An nodded and said, "I understand. ”

"It shall not be copied and transferred, shall not be lost, shall not be modified without authorization, shall not add content that damages the image of **, and shall not add pornographic depictions...... Liu An said: Isn't it not good in the contract? I'll keep the contract. ”

"Don't show it to your brother-in-law, I'm going to surprise him." Lao Qing admonished again.

Liu An nodded firmly and said, "No one is allowed to look at it." As long as I live, I will be able to complete the mission victoriously! ”

Lao Qing said: "It's not for you to go to the execution ground, heroic righteousness, greatness in life, glory in death." ”

Liu An laughed with a "poof".

"Well done, I'll reward you with a few more books." Lao Qing said with a smile.

Liu An said in his heart: "Throw me your rotten books again, I am not a recycling bin for old books." ”