Chapter 200: The Unreliable Messenger
In the middle of the overpass, there was an old man with gray hair and old gray-blue clothes sitting on a simple folding chair, with a guide stick beside him, holding an erhu in his arms, and an open small wooden box with some coins and banknotes at his feet.
The black charcoal stopped beside the old man, and Su Musha jumped on the old man's knee and placed the small envelope he was holding in his paw on the old man's knee.
The old man seemed to be about to pull the erhu, and after Su Musha put down the letter, he fumbled to open the envelope, touched the braille on it, and then put the letter in his pocket, hugged the erhu, and did not pull it, just sat there, closed his eyes as if he was asleep.
Su Musha felt that the old man was thinking about the problem, too, it is estimated that the old man and Ye Hao were not together, maybe there were still some conflicts or antagonisms, and now that Ye Hao was going to visit, the old man naturally had to think about it more.
Anyway, the old man had no malice, and Su Musha's attention was on the "beard that had been pulled by black charcoal". The old man's beard is indeed quite long, but the amount is not much, and he doesn't want the thick handfuls of the white-bearded grandfather in the movie. So when the wind blew, the beard fluttered and scattered on both sides.
There is a pinch that has been floating on Su Musha's head, and Su Mushao is really itchy with paws, although he doesn't like to scratch shaking things like cats, but his little obsessive-compulsive disorder really wants to grab this beard that is floating everywhere and tie it into a pigtail.
When the gust of wind stopped, the beard just fell, Su Musha straightened up, grabbed a large handful of beard with his two paws together, and pulled it together alternately in the paws, and then held it.
When the next gust of wind came, there was a lot less beard that fluttered, and Su Musha suddenly felt a lot more comfortable.
On the other side, Black Charcoal's mind was placed on the wooden box that collected money. He leaned over to take a look, and he was paralyzed, there was still game currency today!
Which little bunny was thrown in?
Black Charcoal rummaged through the box with his claws, there were still a lot of game coins in it, and he didn't hesitate, Black Carbon directly stretched out his claws to fish out the game coins inside one by one and threw them out of the wooden box, and for a while, the sound of game coins landing on the ground was continuous.
The old man, who was originally leaning against the railing, heard the sound of the game currency landing, his ears moved, and he raised his head slightly. Su Musha originally grabbed the beard by straightening his feet and padding his feet, but as soon as the old man looked up, the beard directly brought Su Musha up and hung it on his beard and dangled it leisurely.
The old man's face twitched, and his originally stiff expression eased a little.
Su Musha was also embarrassed, he knew that his weight was not light, so he quickly let go of his paws and fell off his beard, and squatted on the old man's knees again, but a few long beards inevitably came down from his paws, which fluttered in his paws.
On the other side, the black charcoal fishing game currency is refreshing, and it is rummaging in the wooden box.
Not far away, Wei Ling, who was squatting there to watch the situation, and Ye Hao, who was watching nervously in a certain building, almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.
The two messengers sent were one pulling someone's beard and the other throwing away someone's money.
"Boss, these two, are they dying?" The leopard said with a wooden face.
Ye Hao's face was also distorted, he regretted it a little now, is it a bit unreliable to do this, will he not please but pull hatred?
Wei Ling, who was squatting at the bend of the overpass, felt a little stomach pain, it must have been that he didn't eat breakfast well in the morning.
Different from these tangled moods, Kun Ye on the overpass suddenly moved, adjusted his posture, and pulled up the erhu.
Su Musha ran away from Kun Ye's knee when Kun Ye adjusted his posture, and ran all the way to Kun Ye's right shoulder, which did not affect Kun Ye's violin.
As for whether Kun Ye will be angry, Su Musha is not worried at all, because he already feels that Kun Ye is in a very good mood now, to put it bluntly, he is in a good mood.
Ye Hao's tangled mood was relieved in the evening, because he received a call from Kun Ye's subordinates and made an appointment to talk two days later.
Ye Hao's matter is done, Su Musha's curiosity about Kun Ye is also satisfied, this matter has been left behind by Su Mushao, and he really has a troublesome matter now.
It was the autistic child, Xiaobao, who suddenly spoke.
Of course, this matter is a good thing for Xiaobao or Xiaobao's parents, which shows that Xiaobao's autism has taken a turn for the better.
But for Su Musha, it's not good, because that little kid can only say one word: "ball"!
Therefore, every afternoon when they play with Zeng Xiaorui, they will have multiple small tails behind their buttocks. The little tail will stare at them in a daze, and then keep saying one word in his mouth: "ball"!
Su Musha couldn't even sleep well in the afternoon, because Xiaobao would squat on the side, his eyes looking straight at him, and his mouth kept chattering.
Even if you sympathize with Xiaobao, a little kid, you can't stand it!
So that afternoon, Su Musha willfully didn't go to Zeng Xiaorui to play, and after lunch, he wandered around the campus casually, and after shaking for a while, he unconsciously arrived at the old tile house.
Generally speaking, Su Musha rarely comes to Laowafang alone, because there are too many cats here, and most of them are wild cats, or cats that are not familiar with the western district, so it is not a good place to bask in the sun and sleep with peace of mind.
However, this afternoon, Su Musha didn't want to sleep, he just wanted to walk around and relax, and it was quite relaxing to be alone occasionally.
Climb up to the eaves along the pillars of a tiled house, and then shuttle between the eaves, and when I happen to see a cat on the opposite roof, I go around some paths.
The cats basking on the rooftops are lazy, and as long as they don't bump into their mouths, they don't bother to get up and chase after them.
Su Musha first ran to the room of Jiao Wei's car model club, the room was empty today, no one was there, it shouldn't be the time for activities.
After jumping out of the room and continuing to walk forward, there was a sound of guitar coming from a room, it should be from the guitar association in the school, Su Musha found a dark corner in that room and squatted and listened for a while, feeling that the level of several people who were practicing was average, it was estimated that the masters were not there, plus the practice was an electric guitar, the sound was a little booming, Su Musha felt noisy, so he ran away along the eaves. He still likes the sound of the acoustic guitar.
Running from room to room, Su Musha didn't notice that the place he was running was getting more and more secluded, and when he stopped, he found himself on the edge of a room in the far corner of this old tiled house, and there was silence all around.
Su Musha scratched his head, and was just about to turn around and leave, when he heard some movement in the room.
Su Musha paused, stopped, and looked at the corner of the room in front of him, there was a small creature in that corner, making some noises, is it a mouse?
But why is that guy so sad?