After the thrilling scene faded, all that was left was the pain of the heart. Tang Yu bandaged his hands, and walked through the streets of Lukou Street.

Pedestrians on the street seem to be always so busy. Walking on the street, crowded with people, or brightly dressed or plainly dressed, or drooping old people, or elegant young people, all of them look cold and hurried, and do not know when they begin and where they end. Don't stop for a moment.

Not far in front is the place where the National Sword Fighting Competition is prepared.

It has only been more than two months, and the two signboards hanging at the entrance of the preparatory office have disappeared. In the crevices of the bluestone steps, clumps of weeds desperately broke out, swaggering in the wind. Tang Yu stopped outside and looked up, and when he first registered, the lively scene of people from all over the world rushing to rush up at the time of registration appeared in front of him!

Now it's all gone.

A tearing pain pulled him back to reality.

Tang Yu knew that whether he wanted to die or not, his life would not be too long. Tang Yu was a little confused, a little nostalgic, but not afraid. Because he understands that the only way to survive is to succumb to that strong and domineering woman, to be an obedient horn dog, to shake his head and tail, and to be at her mercy. Otherwise, there will be no second way out. For Chen Fangfang, a thing with no usable value, she will only abandon it as if it were her footing, without hesitation, and she will not even hesitate.

Alas, I haven't seen Uncle Ma walking darts for a long time. Did they come back from Huguang, or did they finish that business and go somewhere else?

Tang Yu misses the small fishing village by the river a little and his father-in-law, Old Man Guo.

I don't know if I can see him again in this life? The old man worked hard to bring him up, but now that he is old and has difficulty moving, he can't be filial piety by his side!

Thinking about this, his chest was bored, and Tang Yu couldn't help but sigh for a long time.

"Xiao Catch, you sigh again, where do you come from? Do you have nothing but sighing in your life?" There was a crisp voice behind him, like a yellow bird coming out of the valley and a purple swallow returning home.

Tang Yu didn't need to look back to know who it was when he heard it.

He smiled and said, "You came just in time, I'm fine now, can you please go and drink?"

"Not good, not good. The happy chick shook her head again and again, and her mouth curled: "Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief." You miser suddenly became so generous, I have to think about it, what are your intentions?"

The happy chick wears a snow-white shirt, white boots, and a yellow ribbon in her hair. Slim waist grip, slender legs. She tilted her head and thought for a while, as if she had suddenly become enlightened, and said, "I understand, you must have taken a fancy to me and wanted to pursue me, right? Then let me tell you, don't be delusional, there is no hope at all, I won't give you any chance?"

"You can really imagine that you can name a flower when there is no shadow at all. ”

Tang Yu couldn't help but want to be happy: "Besides, I'm a person who is about to die, proposing to you and asking you to be my daughter-in-law, isn't it harmful to you?"

The happy chick bit her nails, suddenly threw away her hand, and quickly covered the pocket of her shirt: "I won't guess wrong now." Tang Yu, I must grab your little tail and let you reveal your true form! You must be pretending to be pitiful and playing a bitter trick with me, right? First pretend that you have some incurable disease, how miserable you are, and you are about to die when you see it--you can open your mouth to borrow money from me, yes or no?"

"Yes. ”

"Sure enough, I was right. ”

"You have such talent, it's a pity not to make up stories. Tang Yu was angry and laughed, and looked at the happy chick: "I'll introduce you to Qiu Baiyun another day, and go to their bookstore to write ......a novel."

"I'm not short of that money. ”

The happy chick muttered: "Our Daming Writers Association is full of some old guys, what Song Lian, Fang Xiaoru, Shi Nai'an, Luo Guanzhong, Xu Zhonglin, Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, all old-fashioned. Occasionally, I see a few young people, and they are often working hard to learn to be a man. Don't be cold, so the creation is deep, as if the whole person withers when he mentions the pen to write!"

"Hey, let me ask you something. Tang Yu forgot his worries for a while, and said, "We met for the first time, and we didn't know each other well, how could you tell at a glance that I was a person who came to participate in the swordsmanship competition, why?"

"I am the reincarnation of the fox fairy, I know it for 500 years before and 500 years later. ”

"Here we go again. ”

"If you are a threesome, you must have my teacher. Why are you still not convinced?" The happy chick smiled and made a tone of voice: "Okay, see that you are humble and want to learn, and ask sincerely, this girl will be kind today, and specially accept you, a stupid student, and teach you a ...... or two."

Tang Yu made a gesture and hugged his fists: "The disciple is polite. ”

The chick ate and smiled, stretched out her slender jade hand, pointed, and said with a glance: "One, you have a foreign accent, and you are obviously not a native of the capital. Second, you walked in the direction of the preparatory office of Lukou Street at that time, and your face was sad. Third, at that time, the sword competition was popular, and many people regarded it as a ladder to the sky. At that time, I came to my father at home, and asked the relationship to go through the back door and dredge the channel, and there was a lot of ** for this matter. If you think about it, it's not difficult for a fool to understand?"

"Clear thinking, accurate judgment. Tang Yu was impressed, "You are a very powerful person, but it's a pity that you are a woman, otherwise it is very suitable for dry fishing." ”

"What's wrong with the woman, the woman still makes a difference? This girl's dream is to be an otaku detective. ”

"Detective?"

"In the future, we can cooperate to open a private detective agency in the capital, and you will be responsible for taking on the case and collecting criminal evidence. The happy chick pushed Tang Yu's arm and smiled mysteriously: "I'll be a criminal psychoanalyst......"

Tang Yu snorted.

The chick was surprised and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Yesterday I caught a criminal and scratched a little skin. ”

The happy chick sank her face: "It turned out to be a work-related injury, and the unit should reimburse the medical expenses." Oh, it's not enough to just reimburse the cost of medicine, you have to make them extend their vacation period, subsidize double their salary, and now aren't all departments shouting 'humanized service' every day?"

"Forget it. ”

Tang Yu was indifferent, he slowly raised his head and looked at the city wall in the distance. A flock of gray pigeons whistled above the tower. He breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head, and said to the chick, "Let's not talk about those unhappy things, okay." Shall we go for a drink together?"

"I don't want to go. I still have something. ”

"Even if I sincerely invite you, what's the matter, don't you appreciate face?"

"I'm not just giving anyone face. ”

"I never invite people to drink indiscriminately. However, you are an exception......"

"What exceptions do I have?"

"You're the future otaku detective. Besides, we just recognized ourselves as fellow disciples, so it's reasonable that I should invite this apprenticeship wine, right?"

"Oh well. ”

The happy chick smiled lightly: "But it can't be too late, it's too late to go back, I'm going to be scolded by my father." ”

"Listen to me. ”

Tang Yu waved his hand, and the two of them left the street, found a nearby tavern, and walked in.