Qingming didn't take the bow off, he felt that these people were not hostile to him, if he really pulled the bow out, shot arrows, and killed people, then the problem was serious, and he didn't want to be an indiscriminate killer, although he felt that he could kill the person in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Besides, Liu'er said that she would save her life, and no matter where Liu'er is now, since she gave a promise and whether she showed up or not, it means that her life is not in danger.

Qingming didn't go any further, he turned his head to look at Zhang Daoren, looking like what you wanted.

Zhang Daoren was relieved to see that his ugly grandson did not go crazy, and immediately arched his hand, and said with an extremely humble attitude: "I want to invite you to the humble house as a guest, there is a good tea for you to taste at home." ”

Qingming was also a little baffled by his sudden honorific title of "you".

"Can you not go?" Qingming asked a little embarrassed.

Zhang Daoren's face was embarrassed, thinking that he was so sincerely invited, and you still have to refuse, which is really rude.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from elsewhere, and Qingming Xun looked out, only to see a man in his thirties sitting on the ground with his head bowed, and in front of him there were more than a dozen stones of different colors and shapes, as well as different knives.

His hair covered his face, but he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and while he was stroking the handle of the knife, as if looking at a peerless beauty, he said: "The Taoist priest has never invited anyone to his house in those years, and he is willing to take out the best tea to entertain him, but you are unwilling to go, which is really infuriating." ”

Qingming narrowed his eyes, because the knife was too bright, too sharp, and too cold, just like that person.

The stone is a whetstone, the person is the sharpener, and the knife is an ordinary kitchen knife, but the kitchen knife that was originally blunt seems to come back to life after passing through the hand of the sharpener.

He sharpens his knife in a strange way, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and the knife makes a sometimes crisp and sometimes hoarse sound on the whetstone, while his gaze is always fixed on the knife.

His name is Wang Mazi, and he looks pockmarked, but he is the best and most expensive knife sharpener on the overpass or in Sunset City.

Some people say that the money you pay for Wang Mazi to sharpen a knife is enough for you to buy ten knives, but the people who look for Wang Mazi to sharpen knives every day are still in a long line.

Because the knife sharpened by Wang Mazi is so easy to use, deboning and cutting meat, any knife will become a sharp weapon in his hand.

He sharpens different knives and uses different whetstones, so every time he goes out of the stall, he will bring a dozen stones, fine sandstones, coarse sandstones, and even sometimes he will pick up a stone at the river stream as a whetstone.

At this moment he was wearing a leather apron, holding a dark kitchen knife in his hand, and the grinding sound of the knife stopped and stopped, and he felt the rhythm of the blade with his hand.

He picked a long, thin stone, and rubbed the blade a few times along an oblique angle that seemed to be slow but was actually fast.

The pockmarked face finally slowly unfolded, took out a white cloth from his side, and slowly wiped off the water on it.

The white cloth stroked the blade, the cold light suddenly rose, Qingming finally met the person's eyes, and the knife, that person's eyes were too cold, so cold that it seemed that it could not be approached, but it was too bright, so bright that Qingming couldn't help but want to dodge, sharp, terrifying.

He was laughing, but his smile seemed to have no temperature, and he lowered his head again after saying that, those knives were his most precious things.

Zhang Daoren knew his brother's character, so he smiled and looked at Qingming with a confused face and explained: "He is such a person, don't care." ”

When Qingming came back to his senses, he felt awkward to be called "you" by such a person who was more than twice his age.

"Can you leave yours all over me, it gives me goosebumps." Qingming said.

"Okay, so you haven't told me your name yet?" Zhang Daoren's waist bowed slightly, although he didn't use the word "you" when he said it, his mouth still couldn't control his self-susance.

Qingming covered his face to show his convincing, and then said: "My name is Chen Mu, just call me Chen Mu." ”

Zhang Daoren hurriedly responded: "Okay." ”

"So, would you like to be a guest at the Humble House?" He continues on the path of "your" and does not want to turn back.

Qingming was a little funny, "I said I don't want you to be willing?" ”

"You have the freedom to choose." Zhang Daoren said.

"Freedom is not something that people can have." Qingming sighed.

"Are you willing to go back with me?" Zhang Daoren made a gesture of invitation with his hand, "Here, follow me." He said.

The overpass was still crowded with people, tricks, shouts, shouts, cheers of adults, and noises of children all drifted to the ethereal place with a wisp of breeze.

A few dark clouds on the horizon cover the sun, but these dark clouds can cover the sky but cannot cover the hustle and bustle of the world.

Qingming looked up at the sky, "It's going to rain." He said.