He dipped the ring in bean juice, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and sang his weird song.

The old man undoubtedly has a lot of money, and being able to buy such a complete set of houses in Panjiayuan is enough to make those office workers outside hate it.

The house is full of Beijing flavor, from the appearance, there is no trace of modern architecture, and it still retains the style of the late Qing Dynasty, there are dim lights everywhere, and there is no one else, but the old man does not see the sorrow of the lonely old man at all, on the contrary, he is content.

"Liutang Jinyun, Pavilion and Qionglou. The brilliance shone through the Guidian Yaotai curling, and it was cold. Snow-colored springs flow. ”

He beat himself to himself, singing the lyrics of spring and white snow, the alley was silent, the ghost market was closed at this point, no one would know that the old man didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and took out the early snack like Jiaoquan bean juice, he lived a strange life, but after all, it didn't hinder anyone.

"Li Baifei is drunk, and the eastern slope is red cliff tour."

The old man suddenly stopped singing at this point, he put down the coke circle and adjusted his posture in the wicker chair.

"Li Baifei is drunk, Dongpo Chibi swims...", he muttered, "What about the next sentence?" What's next? ”

"Yes, ask Chang'e if she is short and round, who will be with you and who will be worried."

A voice came from the alley.

The old man was startled and stood up from the rattan chair at once: "Who! ”

The man didn't sell much, and appeared behind the door.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a good time for haunting, with the blessing of the dark night, a woman like her is not like a person, but like a charm.

But she didn't, and she stood there in a dignified manner, like the frost of the Old Summer Palace and the snow of the Forbidden City.

The old man's heart in his throat was slightly retracted, and he complained: "Hey, you're scared me to death." ”

As he spoke, he took out his pouch and took a puff after lighting it.

The old man sat back on the rattan chair and opened his mouth slowly: "The children of the Eight Banners have a way to play, called 'Praise the wind does not show the wind, praise the moon does not show the moon', just like the song just now, without the word month, but it does sing the moon." ”

He looked at Duan Mingyue, and his frowning brows slowly relaxed: "There are very few people who know this, and after the death of several of my brothers, I thought that I would never hear others sing this song in my life." Little girl, are you also full of people? ”

"Mother is." , Duan Mingyue crossed the threshold and entered the front yard.

The old man smiled, and then smoked a cigarette pouch: "The ghost market has closed the stalls, what are you doing in Panjiayuan?" ”

"Boss Tong." , Duan Mingyue cleared her throat, "I came to visit at night and wanted to buy you a message." ”

"Message? What's the news? The old man obviously didn't take Duan Mingyue too seriously, he stood up, limped into the house, and beckoned by the way, "Come in first, it's cold outside, it's going to be windy." ”

Duan Mingyue clenched the carving knife in her pocket and followed, she used this little thing to plot against Lao Xiao last time, so she also brought it this time, just in case.

The living room is the same as the appearance of the house, there is no trace of modernity, the old man sat in a circle chair, did not forget to swallow the clouds and spit out the fog comfortably, Duan Mingyue paid attention to the antique shelf behind her, the other vases on the shelf were still mortal, but a bright red pearl was very eye-catching.

Boss Tong first asked a few questions routinely: "Young man, what do you call it?" What kind of news do you want to buy when you come to me? "Old Friends Bookstore

Duan Mingyue reported his pseudonym: "The surname is Wang, the single name..."

She suddenly didn't move, like a doll had been cut off from the clockwork, her eyes were obviously still open, her breathing was as usual, and even her legs were still supporting her body straight, but Duan Mingyue suddenly couldn't move.

Hutongs, houses, old men, these things were all swept away by a black fog.

Duan Mingyue didn't know at this time that she was walking step by step towards the fear in the most secret place in her heart.

"What is the best equipment in your hospital? Use it all! The eldest daughter of the Duan family can't make a mistake! Do you hear that? ”

The mouth and nose were still good on her face, but Duan Mingyue suddenly couldn't breathe, she slowly knelt on the ground with her neck pinched, and opened her mouth to breathe heavily, regardless of the image, but the air that poured into her throat was pitiful.

"Can't be saved? How could it not be saved! Change the doctor, change the best doctor! ”

Duan Mingyue heard it, this was Old Commander Duan speaking, and she was eager to call "Dad", but this title was blocked in her throat along with the air, and she couldn't get up or down.

"What? Too late? No way! It's your hospital that is incompetent, go, we'll transfer! ”

Duan Mingyue lay on her side on the ground, curled up her hands and feet, she wanted to do something to relieve her pain, but it was all in vain.

A tall young man appeared in his fading vision, sitting in the dean's office and giving orders: "What? Too late to transfer to another hospital? No way! It's still your fault! ”

He became agitated, the metal prosthetic leg of his left leg pounded on the desk, and a woman stood behind him, her hair in a bun, her beautiful face full of compassion.

I'm dying, which of you will save me? Help me... Duan Mingyue desperately suppressed her fluttering hands and feet, stretched her neck and wanted to breathe.

Whoever can come and save me?

Duan Mingyue stared at her parents, but one of them scolded angrily, and the other was silent and red-eyed, and the two didn't even glance at her.

Can you stop arguing, can you save me?

If the previous one is like elegant snow, then this one is an unreasonable hail, Yun Tian kicked the door open, and kicked the chattering Duan Mingyue to the ground with another foot, and pointed at the old man Tong with a whip: "The red handkerchief never harms outsiders, you broke the vow." ”

The old man didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, so he plucked out his ears and pretended to be behind them: "What did you say?" I don't understand. ”

The big hailstone was directly hairy, and the whip was put away, and several vases on the antique shelf were smashed to the ground.

The debris smashed to the ground one after another, and the still burning smoking gun rolled to the ground, still emitting white smoke, and the old man squinted his eyes, thinking that he had seen an evil ghost.

"stupid!" , Yuntian was angry when he saw Duan Mingyue, who was unconscious, he was still heavy just now, and when he saw that the red bead was expensive, he didn't dare to do it easily, and now he couldn't take care of it, he rolled up the red bead with his hand, and he was about to fall to the ground, and was hugged by the old man.

"Okay, okay, okay, everything else can fall, this can't work!" , The old man pleaded with tears in his eyes, as if this bead was his biological parents, so he sent Tu Shan to kneel.

Yuntian simply let himself go, it's really cool to be a bully.

He tore off the whip and threw the old man into the corner, but before he could open his mouth to ask, the old man was the first to ask.