In the blue clear sky, a round of golden sunshine sprinkled the sunlight on the longevity gate of the east gate, inlaid a layer of gold for the simple and vigorous old city wall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the Huancheng Park outside the city, although most of the people have finished their morning exercise and have left, there are still some scattered people who have not left, and the number of people is not much, but there are also a lot.

It turned out that Jia Yi had cleared the park before, but fortunately, Wu Zijian didn't know about it and kept it in the dark, otherwise according to his original milky smell and rough state of mind, I am afraid that he would be slumped, and he would not even have the desire to resist Jia Yi.

As soon as the Changshou Gate entered, there was a row of shops on the left-hand side of the city, and the first store was a national art museum.

In the Guoshu Pavilion with a clear pot and cold stove, Director Jin sat in a wheelchair in a daze as usual, not knowing what he was thinking.

Suddenly, a half-sized boy ran in from outside the hall quickly, and when he ran in front of Director Jin, he said to Director Jin with a white face: "Master! Oh no, Wu Ba is coming to kick the hall again!"

Curator Jin was interrupted from deep thought, his brows furrowed, and his heart was full of greasy:

How can today's young people be so impetuous and anti-social, they like to kick the gym at every turn, and they always want to use some crooked brains to gain fame and fortune, they are really short-sighted and short-sighted.

When will these people be able to run the martial arts hall in a dignified manner, and accumulate a lot of light to make the national arts last for a long time? I have got myself a wheelchair to sit on, what do they still want?

The door of the Guoshu Museum opens to the north, and the old city wall is next to it to the right, and the door on the left side of the door to the south is diagonally opposite, which is a perfume shop.

In the store, a man in his fifties, who looked like a boss, wearing a brand-name AMN suit, was holding a morning meeting for the clerks with an impassioned face, inspiring the morale of the clerks:

“...... What is our service philosophy?!"

The clerks replied in unison, "Balabala!"

"What is our business goal?!"

The clerks replied in unison, "Balabala!"

"What is our work style......

“......”

"Okay! Let's sing the store song together! Do morning exercises! Get ready!"

"Balala, Balala, Balala, Balala, Balala......"

'Mouth' fried food shop, a warm little shop, the boss is busy in front of the small counter.

Behind the small counter, a beaded curtain separates the store from the living quarters, and behind the curtain is a girl of six or seven years old, whose little peach face is full of anger and huffing as she writes her homework.

The little girl pouted, raised her eyes to look at the uncle of the fried goods shop who was busy outside the curtain, and she thought angrily:

"Don't let me help?" don't call me to give you a massage at night when you have a back pain, huh......

The little girl didn't hum because she couldn't play because she had to do her homework.

A little west of the 'Zuixiang' fried food shop, there are two migrant worker brothers, sitting on the curb and smoking.

The two of them had just received their salaries for the past few months, and they looked at the dazzling shops in the city center, and they were planning to buy something for the family and children to take home.

At this time, a man and a woman came from the street, two patrolling policemen, the men were tall and straight, and the women were heroic.

The police uniform fits, with a long-brimmed police hat, and a bright and neat armed belt, when ordinary people see it, they can't help but sigh in their hearts, 'What a pair of talented women'.

As everyone knows, these two are a newlywed couple. Moreover, it is a female policeman who asks a male policeman to marry (forced).

In the center of the city, on the square outside the door of the 'Ruochu' store, there are two figures, hidden in the otherworldly, misty fairy air.

The two of them were leaning on the seats where Wu Zijian had sat before.

One of them, looking at the person opposite him, although the palm was only the size of a needle, the color of the particles flowing in the glow slowly faded until it dissipated, and he couldn't help but speak:

"Tsk! Waste! It's too wasteful! You might as well give it to me, let me feed my spirit beast. Fortunately, the closing is over, and this sub-body refining method is so strange that I can't see the way. You have worked so hard to help him, are you satisfied with this outcome?"

This voice was actually nine points similar to the person who was above the clouds before and exclaimed at Yuan Yiyi's blood.

The person sitting opposite him was hazy in the immortal aura, and he couldn't see what the look on his face was.

Just listen, his voice without the slightest emotion in his indifference, coming from the chaos:

"The seed has been planted, whether it can take root and sprout, blossom and bear fruit, and create is up to him. ”

A little boy who was held by a young and beautiful mother actually saw these two strange people sitting outside the 'Ruochu' Western restaurant, full of fairy energy.

The little boy was surprised and excited to show his mother, who looked at the empty wooden table and chair with the "Wakachu" logo printed on it, and her face was very ugly. She hesitated in her heart as to which method she should choose to educate a lying child.

And the two of them who were surrounded by fairy spirits, when they found that they could be detected by mortals, they all sighed lightly, and then disappeared, and the stars flew away.

At this time, Chu Zhi pushed open the door of the store with the dark green sticker of "Life, if it is only as first seen", and walked out of the store.

When Chu Zhi walked to Wu Zijian's table, she couldn't help but be stunned, and then she looked around, a little dazed.

She couldn't understand why she was stupidly carrying a glass of water on a tray and ordering food, even though there was no one here.

However, the store manager, who had always annoyed Chu Zhi, was much more disciplined in front of her today for some reason.

'Ruochu' Western Restaurant is in the direction of six o'clock, 300 meters away from the restaurant, next to the bus stop sign of the old city wall.

In the bus, Lin Quan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, always felt empty and empty in his heart inexplicably today, as if he couldn't concentrate.

In her mind, there is always a song with a strange rhythm for no reason, but she can't always remember which track it is.

For the sake of driving safety, Lin Quan was hesitating, should he ask for leave to change shifts?

......

The fish only remembers for 7 seconds, and after 7 seconds it doesn't remember the past, and everything is refreshed.

Suppose the fish's memory is extended to 3 minutes, 6 minutes, or more......

In this case, will the fish's memory produce some unpredictable metamorphosis?

The people I've met, the things I've done, will they still dissipate like they did in the previous 7 seconds?

......

In the spirit world, when Wu Zijian got up, he found that something had fallen out of his arms.

Wu Zijian picked it up and looked at it, and his heart was silent.

It turned out that this thing was actually the Jia Yi storage bag that he put away when he was looking for pills on Zhao Kuo in order to save Yuan Xiaowei before.

Wu Zijian has no spiritual power and can't open this thing, but now that he has reached the spiritual realm, his spiritual energy is abundant and abundant, and he will definitely be able to open it in the future.

He remembered that Jia Yi had said that Jia Yi had replaced all his net worth with a glass hourglass to set up a 'small fan cage' array, and he didn't know if there were any good things left in this storage bag.

Wu Zijian had just put away the storage bag, and suddenly two people fell from the sky and appeared in front of him.