The city is prosperous, and I don't know how much bitterness is hidden. As we move forward, the outline of the city gradually becomes clear, the buildings are lined up, the elevated twists and turns, extending in all directions, the steel skeleton stands on the land being developed on the edge of the city, and the appearance of the new building can be roughly seen, and the whole city exudes a unique modern vitality, provided that you do not see the dim cauldron lid above the city...

"Meeting is fate, leave a contact information for each other." The fat man climbed out of his seat with difficulty.

"You don't have to give you contact information, I'll see you again." Luo Shizhi looked at Huang Simiao, who was teasing Ma Xiaotair, and was very strange: "Why would a divine beast get close to a mortal." ”

"Hey, fairy, you and don't take off your pants." Huang Simiao mocked casually, and at the same time threw out the Ma Xiaotapir like a yo-yo and took it back: "If you want to take off your pants, you are also a mortal." ”

Luo Shizhi was not angry, smiled and bowed to the two, and the jade flute shook and left in a dashing manner.

"Brother, when you come to the capital in the future, just report my name directly." The fat man patted Huang Simiao on the shoulder, the flesh on his face trembled, and he turned away with a laugh.

Huang Simiao then looked at the two mobile phone number text messages received on his mobile phone, and stood in place and pondered, is this the compensation for you to leave me at the highway outside the city? But I feel like I can't go to the capital in my life, what should I do, can I cash out...

After some twists and turns, he finally returned to his kennel, Huang Simiao threw himself on the bed and didn't want to move, Ma Xiaotong squeaked and squeaked hungrily, drilled under Huang Simiao's body, and was thrown into the trash can after a while: "It's annoying to drill around, and you still want to take advantage of me when you look like this." Ma Xiaotair came out of the trash can with a lifeless face, and he should have thought of the tragic fate of the future.

In a drowsy state, when the time came to night, Huang Simiao, who was hungry, sat on the bed with his eyes closed, thinking about whether to stew Ma Xiaotapir to make do, and Ma Xiaomiao, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, felt a murderous aura in his dream.

"Squeak" flew into the trash can again.

There are no stars in the city at night, only a bright moon can shine through the lights of the city, but come and go in a hurry, people come and go, and there are a few people in the huge city who know how to appreciate this lonely moonlight, of course, Huang Simiao has time, at this time Huang Simiao and Ma Xiaonian each hold a bowl and gobble up.

"Boss, another bowl."

"I'm sorry, it's closed." The boss looks like you owe me twenty bowls of noodles, and he is very indebted.

"Boss, just this money, it has eaten eighteen bowls, and it is not enough to use it to offset it." It's only six o'clock, so if you don't want to sell it, just say it, Huang Simiao can't complain.

"Squeak??"

The boss squinted, counted the stack of five cents in his hand, the slot, and the steel hammer, the boss instantly had an urge to throw the money on Huang Simiao's face, and looked at this pair of poor ghosts carefully, and couldn't find a place to squeeze out the oil and water for a long time.

"Want to pay off? It's okay, you can do me a little favor, and the account of these twenty bowls of noodles will be forgotten. The boss said in small print.

"What's the hurry, I don't sell it." Huang Simiao looked vigilant, immediately stood up, and covered his buttocks with his hands and stepped back, Ma Xiaoxian also covered his buttocks with his two front hooves, and wanted to retreat behind Huang Simiao, but was thrown into the trash can by Huang Simiao along with the bowl.

"Squeak!"

"It's not a big deal, I want you to send me something, and it's not a valuable thing." As he spoke, he went into the house and took out a 300 Tang poems: "Help me send this book to the kindergarten on the south side of the Red Mansion Cathedral, which is very close." After speaking, he looked at Huang Simiao strangely.

Huang Simiao gasped, "Do you want me to turn all those pagans who believe in Christ into fools who carry geese and geese in the church every day, no, no, the concubines can't do it." ”

The boss had a black line on his face, "If you don't go, don't go, or don't deliver, something unexpected may happen to you." After speaking, he looked at Huang Simiao strangely again.

Ma Xiaojian got into Huang Simiao's pocket and shivered, Huang Simiao took three hundred Tang poems and looked over and over, but didn't find anything special, um. It's not a drug dealer, it's resolutely not illegal, and the first one is a goose goose goose.

"Okay, I'll take it, big husband...."

The owner of "PIA" closes.

If you can encounter this kind of strange shop after eating, you must give a bad review, and call on the masses not to eat it, so that he will go out of business. Huang Simiao cursed the restaurant owner while lamenting the declining world, not remembering that he hadn't paid for the meal just now.

"Ma Xiao Tapir, are you right?"

"Squeak"

This Red House is not the other Red Building, which was built by the Germans during World War II, and the Honglou Catholic Church is the largest church in North China. Huang Simiao didn't know why the Germans built this church back then, but the scene in front of him made him speechless.

"Okay, what about the kindergarten next to the church, and also, is there a power outage in the Red House today, and there is no street lamp in my mother's house?" Huang Simiao jumped to her feet in anger.

"You don't need to build a scene to shoot a ghost story, where did the night market go, and was it eaten by the city management? Also, kids, can you stop floating? ”

There are forty or fifty elementary school children floating around in front of me, why do you use the word floating, because your feet are off the ground. Some of the primary school children wore linen clothes and torn trousers, some wore brocade clothes and ribbons, and some were bare-bottomed... It's okay not to be afraid, get used to it.

Huang Simiao casually grabbed a floating elementary school child: "Little ghost, do you know where Luoyuan Kindergarten is." ”

"Wow!" The child was stunned, landed and began to cry, and all the children gathered around.

"Jingfu, what's wrong with you, did this person beat you?"

"Jingfu, don't be afraid, let's call Mr. Li to beat him."

Forty or fifty children were chattering, Huang Simiao held his head in his hands, and was trembling with noise: "No! Want! Noisy! Finish! ”

After a brief silence, "Wow!! ”

Huang Simiao looked at all the crying children in despair, and finally couldn't help it,

"Wow!!"

…

"Luoyuan Academy, does this stepping horse have a penny to do with the kindergarten?" Huang Simiao looked at the four big characters on the plaque, "This is the Republic of China, even if he can make some sense through the crossing, can he understand simplified characters." ”

Pong.

Huang Simiao slapped the two knockers on the door: "Is there anyone, no one is going to kick the door!" ”

"Coming, coming," an old man leaned over and opened the door: "Who are you looking for, it's not time to get out of school." ”

"Someone asked me to send this thing here, and I don't know who to give it to." Saying that, Huang Simiao was about to take out 300 Tang poems, but when he got it in his hand, he found that the 300 Tang poems had turned into a piece of dry yellow paper: "I didn't do it, I didn't use it to wipe my buttocks..."

The old man didn't care, and was stunned after opening it, "Cabinet Bachelor and Waiter of the Ministry of Rites, Admiral Shandong Xuezheng Zai..." That thing?

"Mr. stay, Mr. stay!"

Huang Simiao turned around and saw the old man panting and catching up: "Sir, sir, please come in, the master has been waiting for a long time." ”

Although he didn't know what to wait for, Huang Simiao didn't think much about it, as the old man entered the inner hall, as soon as he entered the inner hall, he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair drinking tea, and the middle-aged man raised his head, but it was the face of the restaurant owner.

“.… Damn boss, you're here yourself, why do you want me to send it? ”

The middle-aged man didn't smile, but just looked at Huang Simiao, which made Huang Simiao a little hairy.

"You, what are you looking at?"

Looking at you expectantly, why didn't you appear, the middle-aged man got up and laid out his robe, "I don't know where you came from, and I don't know why you can recognize me, but since this crucial secret scroll was sent by you, I want to come to it for my own number of days." ”

"Look at your strange short hair, you should stay abroad and return to your hometown, you need to remember, the national grace must not be forgotten!"

"Uncle Liu, give him the box." As he spoke, he saw the Ma Xiao Tapir leaking out of Huang Simiao's pocket, and said with a smile: "This kind of strange beast is still alive in the world, and it is also the proof that my Daqing Qi is indestructible, and Daqing is dead?" Hahaha, reward!"

"Yes, sir." Uncle Liu said that he bowed and retreated, went back to the house and handed two boxes to Huang Simiao.

"Sending off guests, it's a matter here, when I enter Beijing tomorrow, I will definitely go to the emperor, and I can't let foreigners demolish the school and damage my green foundation."

Huang Simiao, who looked confused, was kicked out of the house: "It's not sick, hey, no, what is this for me?" "Saying that, I opened the box and saw that there were 300 Tang poems..."Nima, this is poisonous, what can't you send, you have to send this, you can die if you send money!" Huang Simiao was angry, and opened the box for Ma Xiaotair, the pearl is extraordinary, the fairy spirit is swirling, the word peony is faintly visible on the bead, Huang Simiao is drooling, and is about to pick it up and take a closer look, Ma Xiaotairi suddenly drilled out.

"Hiccup!"

“？？？”

"Horse Tapir !!" Hanging up the horse tapir upside down with an expressionless face, "Spit it out for me!!! ”

"Squeak!"

When he left the courtyard, the sky in the east was already slightly white, looking back, the school was already in the smoke, vaguely saw the schoolchildren coming in and out, and the little ghost named Jingfu, even waved to him, he smiled and waved his hand, knowing that everything was fake, he was still a little confused, or maybe he didn't want to distinguish it, he really wanted to go back to that era, unwillingly.

Walking and walking, I inexplicably returned to the door of the noodle restaurant, found that the boss was opening the door, went up and kicked the boss's buttocks, the boss almost stuck his head in the door, and saw the boss's embarrassment, Huang Simiao laughed.

The boss squinted at Huang Simiao: "Is the matter done?" ”

Huang Simiao was angry when she heard this, and shook off the three hundred Tang poems in her hand, "It's over, but this book is still mine." ”

The boss snorted, "What's yours is yours, needless to say." ”

"Still, it looks like you don't know how precious this thing is, heh, it's too early."

"What's too early?" Huang Simiao looked inexplicable, "It's good not to leave half of the speech, what's the difference between that and the eunuch." Hey, hey! ”

"Noise!"

As soon as the words fell, the sky was bright.