The old man stared at Lin Zuo, the blind man stared at people, and the picture was terrifying.

The eyebrows on the arch of the eyebrows are white, a few white hairs that are upturned and drooping, and the eyes are not large, narrow, and embedded in some concave eye sockets. There are no black pupils, and the eyes that are all whites have a kind of light, no color, very white light, which is a white light that cannot be seen, but can be felt. This white light has a name, "anger".

The old man pursed his lips, and the speed of the rise and fall of his chest increased significantly, as if his back was connected to the bellows, and the wind was agitating his shriveled chest.

"You know that thing holds a place in my heart, and it is the most precious thing in my life. Can't give it to you. Even if you exchange the magnolia bamboo heart, you can't make it. Cripple, please. After the old man finished speaking strongly, he turned around with his hands in his hands, leaving the two of them with a stubborn back.

What is Magnolia Bamboo Heart? What are Hades tears? The fat man was completely confused. It made him cloudy. Seeing that the atmosphere was stiff, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the conversation, and he couldn't understand it. Even if you want to interject and persuade as a junior, you don't have a chance. IQ is in a hurry!

Lin Zuo moved his mechanical legs, and the alloy soles that looked like stainless steel landed on the reddish-brown solid wood floor with a rhythmic click, and his steps were very steady, standing side by side with the old man. Both of them were about the same height. But Uncle Lin's figure is a little thicker. His shoulders were also a little wider than the old man next to him. But the temperament is really not as good as others. A fine carving, a stubborn stone. There is no comparison at all.

But at this time, the two stood together, giving people a wonderful feeling of harmony.

If you think about it, you can feel that it is a match. One fine, the other clumsy. A scholar holding a scroll of poetry, a reckless man with both hands, is the feeling of harmonious combination of literature and martial arts.

Before these two seniors were discharged from the army, they must have been the most tacit partners.

"Blind man, how many years have we known each other?"

"Twenty-one years."

"How many years have we been working together?"

"Eighteen years."

"If I say, you are another me, and I am also another you, do you recognize this?"

"Recognize, what do you want to express, say it clearly, don't go around in circles."

"Shall I say it then?"

“……”

The biggest disadvantage of a blind person talking to a blind person is that he cannot see the other person's expression.

When two people talk, they look at each other, and people who concentrate will not move their eyes, they will always look at each other's faces and look into each other's eyes, which is respect, and at the same time, they are also analyzing whether what the other party talks about is sincere, whether it is false, and whether they are lying incorrectly. That's the only way to talk fairly.

But a blind man can't see each other, but the other party can see him clearly from top to bottom. If it is a negotiation, it is tantamount to losing the opportunity. Before we could talk, we had already lost.

Lin Zuo is not guilty of deceiving and bullying a blind man, a blind man, as he himself said, I am you, you are me, since there is no distinction between each other, you and me, there is no talk of who bullies whom, who deceives whom.

Lin Zuo's eyes were relaxed and smiling, and he glanced at the old guy next to him who had been friends for more than twenty years with an expressionless face. But the tone of his voice was very angry, if he didn't look at Lin Zuo at this time, close his eyes and imagine his current expression, he must be blushing and thick-necked, staring at his eyes and spitting saliva wildly. In fact, his face has not changed, but his tone is very exaggerated.

"You old thing, old blind man, you're half buried, and you're still holding that thing, do you want to bring it into the coffin to be buried at the bottom or with you? I know, you used that thing as a treasure, it's nothing more than that you used it to kill an imperial royal family, and it was stained with the blood of a legitimate nobleman, which is memorable, and you want to keep it to brag about with these old guys. But how fucking old were you when you killed that bullshit royalty? You're almost forty, right? But look at the little brother next to me, how old he is, eighteen. But just three days ago, that night, he also killed a legitimate imperial family. Is it inappropriate to pass that set of things to him? ”

The old man turned around suddenly, although he couldn't see it, he could accurately capture the direction and position of the fat man standing, facing him, his face full of surprise, "What you said is true?" ”

The fat man was a little stunned, and nodded stunned, "Uh, yes, I was driving the mecha and slapped him to death." The man's name was Khaizak, and he was a division commander in the Imperial Army. ”

"Good, good, haha......" The old man laughed and walked up to the fat man in a few steps, reaching out and patting him on the shoulder. The action was very natural, but the fat man palpitated and found that the old man's thin palm with prominent bones was slapped down, and he couldn't dodge it. And the force in the old man's hand is very strong, not so much a slap, but a smash with his palm. The fat man suffered three blows, and thanks to his thick flesh, he barely withstood it.

The fat man grinned, the corners of his mouth twitched, his face was swollen and red, but he didn't dare to make the slightest movement, he didn't even dare to pant thickly, the blind man was deaf and his hearing was sensitive. The old man smiled happily and shot happily, he didn't want to spoil the old man's mood.

"Little fat man, you are very good. Don't worry, these few pains hurt a little, but they can't hurt your shoulder. ”

"It's okay, as long as you're happy, senior, whatever."

"I just killed an idle royal family back then, and you killed the real power master, yes, better than me."

"Don't dare, it's a coincidence, hehe." In front of his seniors, he didn't dare to speak, and the fat man was praised so much that he blushed a little.

"Wait."

The old man turned and went inside. Swinging the sleeves, the hem of the cheongsam flutters to fly, the emaciated figure is elegant and chic, and the temperament is elegant.

Looking at the back, I can't tell that this old man is actually a blind man.

The old man's back disappeared, and the fat man approached Lin Zuo and asked quietly, "Uncle, who is he?" What the hell is that thing? ”

"I'll tell you when I get back."

"But...... Isn't that good? ”

"It's okay, it's just a waste of that thing left with him, it's better to give it to someone who needs it more year after year."

After a while, the old man walked out with a square brocade box in his hand.

Pushed the brocade box in front of the fat man and said, "I've sent you." ”

The fat man blocked with both hands and hurriedly pushed back, "Senior, this is not suitable, this is ......"

The old man pushed forward again, "Take it." He said with a deep face: "The things that my ancestor sent out have never been in the habit of taking them back. ”

I can't push it, I can only accept it. After starting, it was a little dull. Can't guess what's inside.

"Open it and take a look, this is the 'Hades Tears', and it will be yours in the future."

"Thank you, senior."

The fat man held the brocade box in both hands, walked to the corner of the painting case next to him, put the brocade box down, and opened it carefully. The inside is wrapped in golden satin, full of luxury. It's like the feudal dynasty era thousands of years ago, and the royal palace is extremely noble.

Picked up the package, and the hand was slightly heavy, the items inside were very hard, and the fat man had a hidden guess in his heart, and he suddenly became excited.

I put the package next to the brocade box, and when I opened it a little bit, my eyes suddenly lit up.

It was a few knives piled together, crystal clear and cold. With the fingertips, there are six handfuls, three inches long, fusiform, without a handle, the bottom is like a bead, and it is like a tear. The blade of the knife is like a pool of autumn water, dazzling shadows. There is a shallow groove in the center, and you can vaguely see the red blood line, as thin as a hair, not drawn, but in the blade of the knife, intermittently, faint and faint, as if it is living blood, can flow.

This thing is too valuable, and at first glance it is a treasure like a divine weapon. The fat man didn't dare to take it, although he liked it very much, and the girl would definitely like it more. But he still couldn't ask for it.

"Senior, this is too precious. I can't ......."

The old man didn't pay attention to the fat man, but scolded Lin Zuo, "Cripple, don't get out of here, wait for dinner?" ”

Uncle Li on the side rushed over, wrapped the six knives in satin again and put them in the brocade box, then turned the lid over and buckled it, clamped it up and pushed the fat man away. When he arrived at the door, he turned around and said, "I'll send you the magnolia bamboo heart in two days." Blind, take care. ”

"Don't worry, lame, even if you die, I won't be able to die."

The fat man dressed up again and reverted to the appearance of an idle bastard. When they returned to the alley where the "leisure inn" was located, the pace of the two slowed down. At this time, the fat man found an opportunity to ask everything about the old man named Fang Zushou.

As Uncle Lin slowly narrated, the more the fat man listened, the more surprised he became.

That old man was not blind originally, and he was in the same army as Lin Zuo before retiring. And both were injured on the same day. Lin Zuo had two broken legs, and Fang Zushou was blind. In that battle, the whole regiment of more than 6,000 people, and two of them survived. Because of the severity of the injury, he had to retire.

As for why Old Man Fang has become blind, he can't see anything, but he can still draw. It's simple, because he's going to draw that for the rest of his life. Tens of thousands of pictures have been drawn, and the artistic conception of the mountain has long been imprinted in my mind. He paints not with his eyes, but with his heart, with his feelings, and with his feelings.

Hearts and minds.

Love is ink.

Feel the pen.

To distinguish antiques, one is based on the antique knowledge handed down by the family in the early years, and the other is a pair of hands. Anything that had been touched by his hands had never been fake.

This is a strange man.

When I got back to the inn, I happened to run into Dr. David going out.

When he was wrong with the fat man, he suddenly said, "That girl woke up, in room 204." ”

The fat man stood in the door, looking through the glass at the back of Dr. David, and his heart suddenly became very steady.

As soon as I turned around, I saw Uncle Lin handing over the brocade box, "Go ahead." ”

"Thank you. Uncle. ”

At the door of room 204 upstairs, the fat man walked back and forth, hesitating to go in, and what to say in the first sentence.

Apologize? He said that he should close his eyes at that time and not look at the indecent ones.

I guess I'll have to faint from the air.

Pretend you don't know anything and pretend it didn't happen?

No, it is estimated that in that case, the other party will be more angry.

What to do?

Squeak, the door suddenly opened, and the frightened fat man quickly turned around, with his back to the door, and Xie Hui's crisp and sweet voice sounded behind him, "Ah, company commander, are you coming to see Sister Ling?" Come in, what a coincidence, Sister Ling just woke up. ”

The fat man was incoherent, and was busy making excuses, "Ah, oh, I, what am I, I'll come over by the way to see, by the way, ......" Before he finished speaking, he was dragged in by Xie Hui by his clothes, and then the little girl ghostly closed the door and ran away.

The room is filled with a fresh fragrance, the walls are snow-white, and the environment is elegant. The fat man's body is tense, his calves and stomach are tense, and his head is sweating.

I felt that the temperature in the room had plummeted, the cold air was overflowing, and there were a pair of eyes behind my back, and my gaze was cold, and I poked it like a blade.