Chapter 32: . Yao Xiu's face?

This is an anti-theft chapter. These rotten things can also be regarded as a treasure. I'm afraid it's not a brain problem?
"Do you know how much my headlights are?" He kicked a small stone beside his kick, which seemed to fall out of the cowboy bag.
"No, I don't know," the young man stared at the headlights for several seconds, hesitant to say, "How much, how much?"
The luxury car young man took a deep breath and told himself not to care about the poor ghosts. He waved impatiently: "Roll around, knowing that you can't afford to lose money, don't you run away ?!"
"You don't want me to pay?" The young man scratched his head, bent down and picked up the motorcycle that fell to the ground with one hand, and smashed it twice with his bare hands. The original crooked head ... straight back.
Looked at his thin arms and legs, and looked at the other party's seemingly unhealthy arm, but the strong arm, the luxury car young man swallowed, sneaked back a few steps, put his hand on the door handle .
Damn, is this a violent threat?
"No, you don't have to pay, you can go." When a man doesn't want to lose money, he must not be too angry when he wants to persuade him.
"That's awful." The young man shook the motorcycle, and Ding Ling fell off several car parts. He pushed the motorcycle aside, bent over and looked in the cowboy bag for a while, and found a piece of black stuff. The child handed it to the luxury car youth, "If you break something, you must pay for it. If you eat this ranch, you can sleep away from it, and it will be treated as a gift to you."
Taking the fishy thing with anger and daring to speak, the luxury car young man squeezed out a smile: "Thank you."
It turns out that this not only threatened him with violence, but also flung him with three counterfeit medicines. Is there any humanity?
No, selling fake medicine is inherently inhuman, but anyone with a little conscience and a sense of social morality cannot do such a thing.
Seeing that the young man who sold three counterfeit medicines was about to leave on a motorcycle, the luxury car youth courageously said, "Can you still ride this motorcycle?"
Don't ride the road halfway and make problems.
He didn't dare to say this.
"No, I was just unfamiliar with motorcycles. I didn't control the intensity." The young man stepped on his long legs and sat on the scruffy motorcycle. He walked away without leaving a long distance. At the time, a piece of iron fell off the motorcycle.
Looking dumbfounded as the young man rode away on a motorcycle. After the luxury car young man sat in the car, he returned to his mind for a long time.
The first time I touched a motorcycle, I dared to drive on the road. Who is the two of them more like the lawless rich second generation? !!
Fu Li rode a tattered motorcycle all the way and entered an alley. There are motorcycles and bicycles parked in the alley. The alley, which was not wide, became narrower. He carefully dodged a lying bicycle, crossed a motorcycle with a rollover, and stopped in front of a wooden door with the "Old Health and Leisure Club" sign.
The wooden door was tattered, the red paint was mottled, and the gray threshold was not swept for a long time, and a thick layer of gray accumulated.
Fu Li parked the motorcycle aside, patted the ash on his body, carried the bulging cowboy bag on his back, and stepped forward to knock on the wooden door.
Tap three times, stop for a while, and then tap three more times, and so on.
After a long time, a little old man came to open the door. He was wearing a yellow-washed white undershirt, holding a large fan in his hand, and looked at Fu Li slowly: "Name?"
"The senior is good, the younger is Fu Li."
"Fu Li?" The old man stared at Pu Fan for a while and nodded. "I have your name on it. Come with me to register."
After entering the door, there was a small courtyard house with two mahjong tables inside. Several old ladies and old ladies were playing mahjong. When Fu Li came in, he didn't even raise his head. When Fu Li followed the fat old man into the house, the two old ladies quarreled, and the old lady in a cheongsam slaped the table with a slap.
"Wang Cuihua!" The old man who has been slow from opening the door to the present suddenly turned back quickly and shouted at the cheongsam old lady: "You broke the table again, remember to lose money."
Seeing that Fu Li, the old lady in cheongsam who was still scolding herself, suddenly weakened.
"Let's go." The fat old man saw Fu Li still in a daze, and shook his head. "Young people just have little knowledge."
Fu Li: "..."
The room was a bit dark, and Fu Li almost tripped over when she walked in.
"You fox clan, don't you have night vision?" The fat old man shook his head even harder. "It's not as good as a generation now. Even the racial instincts are forgotten. It has really lost your face. Thousands of years Before, you could have troubled the world, but now it's better, you can't even see the road. "
"But senior, I'm not from the Fox family." Fu Li was innocent.
"Isn't it the name of the Fox clan?" The fat old man didn't have the slightest embarrassment to admit it. He turned on the light in the room calmly, sat in front of the shabby computer, and pointed to the opposite stool. Straight, I'll get you a picture first. "
Filling in the records, the fat old man pointed at the last space and asked Fu Li: "What is your ideal job in your heart?"
"Be a civil servant and serve the people." Fu Li yearned, "If you can make a name for yourself, it will be better."
Hearing this, the fat old man almost didn't pull the keyboard button off. He shook the big fan, and Fu Li's eyes looked like he was wondering: "Do you have a college diploma?"
Fu Li shook his head.
"What civil servant does not have a diploma?" The old fat man froze for a while, and asked helplessly, "Who introduced you to the city?"
"Sun Qiye." Fu Lidao said, "I don't know where Sun Qiye went. I didn't find him today."
"You say Sun Gouer?" The fat old man slowly answered Fu Li's question. "He was arrested a few days ago because he manufactured and sold false certificates."
"Ah?" Fu Li never thought that Sun Qiye, who had returned to the mountains with great scenery years ago, was doing things that violated the discipline, and he felt for a while before he said, "When I came out, everyone followed I said that it is not easy to make a living in a big city, it seems true. "
"Not a college diploma, but a high school diploma?"
Fu Li continued to shake his head.
The fat old man took out a small book from the drawer, wrote a few words on it, and left the opposite sign: "You still go to this construction site to move bricks. The contractor is our own, so I can eat together. . "
Fu Li took the note in the hand of the fat old man, wryly writing an address on it, which was quite far from here. Thanks to the fat old man, Fu Li turned and left the house.
The fat old man shook Pu Fan, and after Fu Li left, he called up Fu Li's information and looked at it for a long time.
The broken motorcycle parked in front of the club has disappeared without a trace, only a rotten leaf lying on the ground.
Since his favorite car's headlights were hit by flowers, Zhou advocated staying at home for two full days without much thought to go out. In the morning, he slept until nearly ten o'clock before waking up, and went downstairs to see his father's cheerful and accompany his mother watching TV, startled him.
Recently his dad didn't sleep well. See him once and scold him once. At this time, his dad has been to the company for a long time. Why did he watch TV with his mother at home today? Today is not their birthday or wedding anniversary or anything.
"Son, come and sit." Father Zhou smiled and let the son sit down. "The medicine you bought for me, although the taste is not good, but the effect is good. I slept very well in the past two days, not even a dream . "
Zhou advocated for a long while, and then remembered that in the past two days, in order to please his father, he went to the pharmacy to buy some medicine to supplement his body. Do those things have the function of sleeping?
"Just don't know the smell of that smelly, dark-stained medicine. What's the name? Buy some more and give it to your grandparents."
Fishy? Black paint?
Wasn't he buying Ganoderma lucidum? At that time, he also specifically told the nanny aunt that the medicine was good for his dad's health, so she had to boil it for her dad. How can good ginseng turn black and have a fishy smell?
No, that's wrong.
Is the smelly thing given to him by someone who hit his car and sold fake medicine? Isn't he selling real medicine instead of fake medicine?
Looking down at his dad with a red face and a spirited look, Zhou Zhan didn't dare to tell him that this medicine was a Sanwu product accidentally mixed into the medicine team. As for asking him to buy more, where can he find someone to buy?
Fortunately, he still remembers the name of this medicine.
Seems to be called ...
Ran's flesh?
Yes, that's the name.
The sea breeze has a peculiar taste of the sea, and the tide beats the sea water, making a loud noise. Zhou Mu ran all the way without a pause under his feet until he saw the familiar figure by the sea.
"Mom!" He called out the title, which had been called for twenty-eight years, and ran to the old woman like a naive bird.
"Come back?" The old woman lifted her toes and took off the military cap for his tall son. When he saw the military medal on his chest, a proud smile appeared on his face. "Again for the army?"
"What a merit." The nearly 30-year-old man smiled shyly, took off his hat and put it in his hand. He took the old woman's hand and smiled, "Let's go back, it's cold here, don't blow your body Now. "
"Okay, let's go home." The old woman looked at Zhou Mu with a smile and walked slowly. This man, who is accustomed to walking on the steps, walks with small broken bows, his posture looks ridiculous. The tide surged over, spread over their calves, and slowly backed away, leaving no mark on the place they passed.
"Mr. Zhuang, the time limit of three days is about to come." Wang Yan went to Zhuang Qing and looked at the crescent moon in the sky. "Here is his duty, please Mr. Zhuang understand."
Zhuang Qing watched the mother and son walking slowly on the beach holding hands and lowered her eyelids. After a while, he opened his mouth, and his voice was almost indifferent: "Thank you Yin for your understanding."
"What kind of accommodation is it? The soldiers defended their homeland and defended the country. They died early, so they should see their mother and son on the side," Wang said, taking a deep breath.
He turned around and noticed Fu Li next to Zhuang Qing. Although he had seen him at the hotel last time, he did n’t know the identity of the other person. So he nodded to Fu Li and walked towards the mother and son.
Fu Li didn't say anything from beginning to end, and Wang Xi didn't stop when he went out. He just opened a pair of black and white eyes, looked at the mother and son very seriously, and seemed to want to see something in them.
When Wang Yan appeared in front of the mother and the son, the old woman was not in the slightest accident. She smiled and said hello to Wang Yan. Wang Ye has always been very harsh on the crying and noisy soul. If this reasoning and merit soul is weak, he will be a little soft-hearted.
"Lin Cuirong, Zhou Mu, I'll pick you up, you should go."
Zhou Mu held Lin Cuirong behind him, his expression wary: "Who are you?" His gaze swept across the chain of Wang Xi's hand, his expression suddenly became serious. "The sentence of kidnapping is very high. I advise you to stay on the cliff, please Harmed his second life. "
"Zhou Mu, you were dead as early as twenty days ago." Wang Min took out the spiritual bell and shook it gently, all the memories forgotten because of death all poured back into Zhou Mu's mind.
Twenty days ago, a passenger ship was killed in a shipwreck. As a soldier, he and other comrades in arms did not hesitate to choose to save people. Later, when he rescued a small child, he encountered a school of fish passing by the sea. He only remembered the feeling of numerous tail fish hitting him, and he remembered nothing behind.
"That child ..." Zhou Mu rubbed his head and looked at Wang Yan. "Is that child still alive?"
"Alive, before you were rushed away by the school of fish, you bite the reins tightly with your teeth and tied the child to the lifeline. Your comrade dragged the child up." Wang Yan smiled, "She lived well . "
As soon as he waved his hand, a picture appeared in front of Zhou Mu. A little girl in a white dress and white flowers presented flowers in front of a tombstone. He looked back at his mother. There was no shadow under her feet.
At this moment, Zhou Mu red eyes.
After all, he didn't rush back before his mother died.
"Your body was not found, so the one buried in the martyr's cemetery ... is your relic." Wang Yan had a heavy tone, and there was no expression on his face. "But the little girl asked you to do it, and said that he would visit it every year in the future you."
"That relationship is good. I am a big bachelor who has lived for 28 years, and I have such a beautiful girl." Zhou Mu's face showed a hearty smile, "I picked it cheap."
Wang Yan lit a cigarette and didn't it in his hand. Somehow, he laughed first: "It's not a big deal."
"Mom." Zhou Mu grasped the old woman's hand, "the son is not filial ..."
"I understand." Lin Cuirong held out a wrinkled hand, took the military cap in his hand, and stomped on his head. "My son is a soldier and I can be buried in the cemetery of the martyrs. I am very proud. . "
His rough, cold hands squeezed his ears a bit, as if he was disobedient when he was a kid, and was taught by his mother's ears.
"You just disobedient. When you were a kid, the fortune teller said that you are jealous of water. You just do n’t believe it. It ’s feudal superstition. Now you know." Although Lin Cuirong smiled, her eyes were red. Bow, "You are the legendary overlord, thank you for bringing us together."
Wang Yan smiled with a stubborn throat, put his cigarette under his foot and stomped it. He picked up the cigarette and put it back in his pocket: "Let's go."
"Bridges return to bridges, roads return to the road. The souls of past lives will not turn back. Good victories are accumulated in front of them, and the next life will be a household ..."
The soul-calling ringtone was gradually gone, and Wang Xi and his mother and son turned into a mist that dissipated into the night, and the vaguely singing voice in Wang Qi's mouth was still faintly heard.
Fu Li squatted on the beach without an image, and the expression on his face was very disturbing. He couldn't find anyone to ask, so he asked the only half-blood demon around him. 2k novel reading network