Chapter 46: Rookie

Chapter 46
"Ninety-nine the sun is coming ~~~ Your 18-year-old brother is sitting by the river,
Dongfeng blew the windmill, faba bean fragrance, wheat seedlings,
The windmill, the windmill, that sings and sings, why is the younger brother, don't you say something? "
In the hot afternoon, outside the Dunton Court in Hunshuizhuang, a green-shirted girl was sitting by the pond, washing clothes while singing.
Rub, slap, step on, and work very hard.
"Ninety-nine the sun is coming ~~~ Oh, my 18-year-old brother wants to join the army,
Dongfeng, turn with the windmill, my brother remembered, Xiaoyinglian,
The windmill is not sure where the car is going to turn. If you are not determined, how can you say it! "
Looking back at the pile of clothes around her, the little girl could not help sighing.
Now she was full of something called a fully automatic drum-type washing machine.
"... It doesn't matter if you don't have high technology, but you also come to pack 'Tide'!"
Finally washing the twelfth, she mumbled and put down the washboard, freeing her hands and wiping sweat.
Alas, I wanted to be a scholar of the year, and I did n’t touch Yang Chunshui for five years, and my hands were crystal clear like jade carvings. Now when I arrive in Xiling, I have to not only do my own laundry and cook, but also do the housework for my brothers—who calls her seniority What about the smallest?
She remembered Bao Baocai's task in the morning, so she complained casually, and suddenly yelled at each other.
"Prince? What prince?" Brother Bao's tone was always yin and yang, "You can still think of Prince Edward when you wash clothes, shouldn't I miss Emperor Jade when I cook for you!"
Cut, you dead bun face, do n’t you just cook two white water potatoes? Sorry to show off in front of me ... Qing Qiao was very resentful, but he didn't dare to refute, so he had to hate to take off his clothes.
After washing and getting up to dry clothes, I took a deep breath and smelt the fragrant wind blowing on my face. This pond is surrounded by forests and planted with acacia trees.
Suddenly there was a sound of water in the pond, and Qing Qiao turned back in surprise, and saw a person walking across the branch, naked and fit, with pupils like ink, blue silk rippling, and the surface of the water rippled and patted the skin.
It is the of the Xiling, Ruan like the sky.
"Excited, passionate video ..."
Qing Qiao's mouth is not easy to find-this, this, this is not the most common naked man bathing pictures in the cross? Does the author suddenly figure it out, and is willing to reward me with a small benefit?
After thinking about it, she suddenly made a decision between electric light and flint: holding up her clothes, walking on tiptoes and tiptoes.
--joke! In view of this author's bad taste of not following the card, maybe there is something terrible downside waiting for her! Thirty-six counts, go for it!
"Oh!" It seemed reasonable, she kicked a washboard.
"My OOXX, your uncle!" Qing Qiao's painful tears came out, and he cursed while jumping, "You're such a bad thing! If you go back, I will split you up as firewood!"
When I heard the washboard, I felt aggrieved. I thought it would be easy for me. I rubbed during the day, kneeled at night, and occasionally got kicked to promote the plot-as an indispensable story, how dedicated I am! Little girl, can you humiliate me without talking about civilization?
Qing Qiao struck the script and wanted to continue running, but he heard the sound of "wow-la-la", the people in the pool noticed the movement on the shore, stood a little microwave, and landed in front of her with a stream of water.
"Why are you here?" The tall body blocked the sun, completely covering her in the shadows.
"Wash, wash clothes ..." Bronze skin, the perfect body of the martial arts man, masculinity rushed towards his face, Qing Qiao suddenly blushed.
"You alone? Why are there so many?" The other person looked at the men's gown in the basin, frowning slightly.
"All brothers and sisters ... Brother Bao asked me to take it for washing." Qing Qiao buried his head and looked at his toes, his tone was sloppy.
"Wash so much ..." A long finger came over and raised her chin. "Aren't you tired?"
"... no, it's okay, washing is healthier ..."
She tried not to open her eyes, and felt that her face was buried in a large steamer, and it would explode at any time when it was hot.
The other person looked at her agitated appearance and couldn't help but tease softly: "Why don't you look at me? Is it because I don't look good?"
In a blink of an eye to meet the pair of dark black eyes opposite, Qing Qiao couldn't help screaming-ah ah, tease! You are definitely naked tease! Uncle Ruan, do you want to seduce a teenage girl?
Huh, hooligan, don't give you some color to see, you don't know why the flowers are so red!
So her face sank, her heart sided, and she took a big step back, and began to look at Ruan Siqiong carefully from beginning to end.
The strong chest muscles, well-defined abdominal muscles, and wet pants, looming key points ... well, the so-called up and down enjoyment is nothing more than that.
"... how?" Ruan Siqiong raised his hands in his spare time, confident.
"Yes." Qing Qiao gave a sincere admiration. "Big, big, big!"
"Oh? Which part are you most satisfied with?" Ruan Siqiong's cheeks were pleasant, and her eyebrows were raised slightly.
Qing Qiao thought for a moment, raised his head and grinned, his face was brilliant: "... the navel eye."
Ruan looks like a qi.
"The shape is good, and the wash is clean." Qing Qiao honestly said, "It looks like a beautiful little daisy."
"You girl!" Ruan Siqiong laughed, but suddenly turned his head, "Come up, I'll take you to a place this afternoon, maybe ... I have the news you need."
As soon as Qing Qiao heard it, he nodded, and ran towards the yard, holding his clothes.
Before entering the door, she couldn't help looking back.
Ruan-like dome stands on the ground like an iron tower, the water drops on his body are shining, and the whole person exudes dazzling brilliance like diamonds.
Alas, beauties, what is it to be armed with teeth? Armed to the navel eye is true!
Even a navel eye can be so perfect, Ruan Siqiang, even if you are teased ~~~~~ Auntie!
"What? The market ?!" Gu Qingqiao jumped from his chair with a scream.
"To be precise, it's a market, thank you."
Ruan Siqiong took a sip of tea, and he was sitting in a tightly-dressed suit. He was already a hero in ordinary days.
"But shouldn't all inquiries go to the brothel?" Qing Qiao's face wrinkled, "Why do you want me to go to the market?"
-Should also carry such a dirt and ugly big vegetable basket!
"Whoever said that they would go to the brothel for information?" Ruan Siqiong glanced at her with a cold look. "I thought you were pure, and I didn't expect to be polluted so soon!"
Qing Qiao bowed his head weakly: "... Isn't it all written in the book ..."
The three teachings and the ninth class always appear in a famous brothel, and the brothel's top card is often the undercover high-level of the mysterious intelligence organization.
If the head card is the female lead, then she is most likely a omnipotent demon who is killed by the enmity of the old and the young;
If the first card is a female match, then she is most ruthlessly infatuated and loves the male host's miserable cannon fodder;
Of course, there is also a possibility that this card is a man dressed as a woman ... No doubt this kind of is generally eaten by the female lead, and then abused by the author for unreasonable abuse, and she is still infatuated with the female lead. One piece, the heart is not changed.
"... The brothel is also a distinctive place." Ruan Siqiang's face was slightly slower, and his body leaned back. "But it's too dirty there, and it never gets into my eyes."
"What's so filthy ?!" Qing Qiao hated that he obstructed himself to carry forward the fine tradition of "going through the kiln every time you cross", and resentfully said, "If you have no thoughts, why not explore the news? You have not heard of it ' Out of the mud without staining '? "
Ruan Siqiong closed his eyes slightly, and was slightly tired: "I had a bad memory there ... the knot never opened."
Qing Qiao was shocked, and the basket rolled down from his hand immediately: "Mr .... Mr. Fair, you can't be humane ?!"
The voice did not fall, and a big hand was put around her neck, and the opposite person squeezed a sentence from the gap between the teeth:
"Say it to me again."
"Oh, oh, I'm talking about it!" Qing Qiao's face was red-eared and bare-footed, shouting desperately, "Ruan Ruqiang, fighter! Seven wolves a night, so big! Very big! Great Superman-"
Ruan relaxed her hand like a vault, with helpless expression on her face: "... how did you grow up, girl!"
This is nonsense. Naturally, I grew up eating rice.
Qingqiao calmed down and gave him a white cough.
"Let's go to the bazaar." Ruan Siqiong stared at her with a clear smile. "After the brothel grows up, you can play again."
At an intersection in Hunshuizhuang.
A turquoise archway stood quietly in front of the visitors.
"How about this building?" Ruan Siqiong stood in front of him and turned back.
"Wow!" Qing Qiao strode forward, spreading his hands to the sky to look up: "What a towering tower!"
"Well, I think so too." Ruan Siqiong smiled and nodded.
Then the two cats walked under the arch through the waist.
The handsome men and women gradually drifted away, leaving the archway behind them with shame and anger.
In the middle of the fragile body that is less than one person tall and almost blown by the wind, it is engraved with two dustpan-sized words:
"Wei, E."
"... What do you think of the mysterious killer of Yuelai Inn?" Qing Qiao said suddenly after quiet for a long time.
Can't help it? Ruan Siqiong raised an eyebrow and smiled, "What do you think I should see?"
"Is it ... he really came for the Aoki humanoid sword?" Qing Qiao ignored his Tai Chi and raised his eyebrows.
"Do not rule out every possibility." A starburst flashed in Ruan Siqiang's eyes.
"What to do?" Qing Qiao suddenly became tense, grasping Ruan Siqiang's sleeve tightly, "Is there anyone else holding this baby?"
"Aoki humanoid sword, the winner is dominated by the world, and everyone is natural." Ruan Siqiang dismissed it.
"... So, do you know that the Aoki humanoid sword is hidden in the Xiling school?"
Qing Qiao only felt that his lungs were severely strangled, and he was nervous and breathless-Mo Fei and Mo Fei also knew the news, and now they have caught up?
"You worry about it." Ruan Siqiong seemed to see through her mind, twitching her lips slightly, "I know that the Aoki humanoid sword is hidden in the Xiling School, only Sifeng's head and his confidant. This is a taboo in the door, outside No one knows ... but there are always exceptions, such as ... "
Talking, his eyes lightly fell on Qing Qiao.
"Ah, naive blue!" Qing Qiao hurriedly turned his head, looking away, "Why are you so blue?"
Ruan stared at her with a smile, and smiled: "Pakchoi, why are you looking for the Aoki humanoid sword?"
boom! In the middle of the red heart, one shot was killed.
Qing Qiao buried his head, his face full of tangles and struggles.
Say or don't say? this is a problem.
For a long time, she lowered her shoulders suddenly and murmured: "Because I have a wish ... In order to realize it, I have to gather the four spirits ..."
"Oh? What kind of desire?" Ruan Siqiong calmly.
"..." Qing Qiao was silent.
"What's so scary?" Ruan Siqiong chuckled, his face narrowed. "In my opinion, you are neither chasing names nor pursuing profits. What makes you so desperate and stick to it?"
"... Well, since you know me so well, I'll tell you the truth."
Qing Qiao took a deep breath, looked up, and tears flickered in the corners of his eyes: "Actually, I am for the sake of world cosmos and world peace!"
Her expression was extremely forbearing and determined.
Ruan looked like a stun, and opened her mouth slightly to say something, after thinking about it, after all, she just rubbed her head.
Stop it.
The two walked for a while and entered a bustling market,
"Take you to see someone in a while," Ruan Siqiong explained, "maybe we can find some clues about the killer."
"Who?" Qing Qiao was surprised and actually lived in the vegetable market. Could he be the murderer's counterpart, Mr. Butcher?
Ruan laughed with joy, "I ask you, when did the bloodshed occur?"
Qing Qiao looked at him blankly: "Aren't they in the middle of the night?"
Ruan Siqiong bowed his head: "Then I ask you again, who is there to make a living by visiting the city in the middle of the night?"
Qing Qiao suddenly realized: "Play more!"
"Good boy, really clever." Ruan Siqiong patted her shoulder, expressing her appreciation, "what we want to see next is the beating of Hunshuizhuang."
"There are so many places where Da Geng goes to every night. How do you know that he must have clues about this murder?" Qingqiao was puzzled.
"Naturally makes sense." Ruan raised her eyebrows and pulled her hand into a small alley.
"Mr. Ruan!" A man spreading biscuits at the hutong mouth met the two of them, and his face suddenly changed.
"I'm here to see Lao Qi." Ruan Siqiong nodded his head slightly, concisely.
"Yes, he is sleeping in the room." The kebab man lowered the dough and stood at the corner, bowing respectfully to them, "Sir, please."
Qing Qiao was wondering why he was so respectful, but was dragged by Ruan Siqiong and continued to move forward.
The further you go inside, the more the sanitary conditions become "dirty and messy," and there are several places that are even difficult to get rid of. However, on a weekday, Ruan Siqi, who was so neat and tidy, didn't care, and kept silent and moved forward.
Finally came to the end of the hutong, and saw a door slantingly opened on the side wall. The door was blocked by a blue cloth curtain.
"Old Seven." Ruan Siqiong shouted outside the door.
After a while, the cloth mantle was lifted open, and a waxy old face was exposed.
"What wind is blowing you here?"
The owner of that face spoke, sounding like peanuts being fried in the wok, with a murmur.
"... Ye Lai Inn was dead the night before. It was a coincidence that it was the children of Xiling." Ruan seemed to be calm on the dome.
"Well, aren't you the least preacher of morality?"
The man in the door snorted from his nose.
Ruan Siqiong just smiled.
"... Come in!" The man opened the curtain and glanced at Gu Qingqiao without leaving a trace. "Why did you bring a tow bottle this time?"
When Qing Qiao saw his tone of disdain, he could not help but be angry: Come on, although I am cute, but I am also a faction!
He followed the yellow-faced man into the room, and Qing Qiao found that he was unabashedly holding his upper body. And on his skinny back, there was a huge sarcoma on his back!
Qing Qiao quickly glanced at Ruan Siqiong with a slightly surprised look.
Ruan Siqiong grabbed her little gesture, leaned down, and quietly asked in her ear: "Strange? But feel scared?"
Qing Qiao shook his head and lowered his throat and whispered, "No, the arc ... is beautiful."
Ruan smiled, and straightened up to the person in front of him and said, "Lao Qi, you know what I want. Give me that thing, we have to leave earlier."
The rib man looked back impatiently: "You know I'm all painting now, how can it be so fast?"
Said that they kicked two wooden stools towards them "Dora Dora": "Sit and wait.
Qing Qiao raised his head to look around, and saw that the light inside the room was dim, mosquitoes and mosquitoes were flying around, emitting a faint sour smell, and it was a real black smoke.
"Squeak ~~" I heard a few screams and looked intently. It turned out that there were several huge mice running from the ground without anyone.
Qing Qiao was startled, and hung his feet in a hurry, for fear of any close contact with the rats.
Turning his head, Ruan Siqiong seems to have been used to it, calmly. His eyes fluttered in an unknown corner, his eyes were gray and he could not find the focal length.
She had never seen such Ruan Siqiong before, expecting that he was probably caught in a certain memory, and bit her lip in silence.
When the old seven comes out, I have to count his ribs carefully to see if I can count twelve pairs ... After all, a human body that is so close to a pure skeleton usually doesn't have a chance to see ...
She thought for a while, and couldn't resist the sleeplessness of all night, and closed her eyes gradually.
When she was awakened by the voice, she suddenly found a naked man standing in front of him, no, a naked rib!
"... a total of twelve, I have painted all the moves I saw at the time. Maybe you can find some clues in it." The rib man was holding a stack of rice paper to speak to the person next to her.
Ruan Siqiong took the stack of paper, and there was no color of joy on his face, but he sighed inexplicably.
"... Lao Qi, I really hope that you can no longer draw these things."
The rib man stiffened suddenly.
"... Don't have to force it ... Anyway, it's impossible for me to come out in my life."
For a long time, the ribs man slowly spoke, and a humorous voice was added to the hoarse voice, a trace of tenderness, and an indescribable sorrow: "... man is dead, love is dead, now I have become this ghost, remember What's wrong? "
Ruan seemed to drop his eyes and pat his shoulder, but he said nothing.
The two left the house, and Qing Qiao couldn't help wondering to grab the paper on Ruan Siqiong's hand: "What did he paint? Is it a murderer?"
"You may not be able to understand it for you." Ruan raised his eyebrows and raised the painting in his hand, as if to intentionally tease her, "If you have the skill, you can pick it yourself."
"Hey! Don't look down on people because of being tall!" Qing Qiao jumped and jumped under his arm, sweating anxiously, "I'm still adolescent! Sooner or later I will grow into a towering tree!"
"It's a pity." Ruan Siqiong knocked her head with drawing paper. "I don't like being tall."
Qing Qiao was about to return his mouth, and suddenly heard the dumb voice behind him quietly—
"Ruan San, are you still waiting?"
It's the voice of Lao Qi.
The noisy surroundings receded like a tide in an instant, the wind stopped, leaving the sky and the earth alone.
"Yes, I'm still waiting."
Ruan smiled stiffly, a bit stiff.
"If I were you, I would take the initiative." There is something in the old seven words, which contains infinite meaning.
"... But you are not me." Ruan Siqiong laughed again suddenly, "so you will never understand what I think."
After saying this, he took Gu Qingqiao's hand and strode out of the meteor.
On the sunny day of ninety-nine, the south wind swept over the black tiled green wall, sighed and sang, sending a sigh that no one knew. 2k novel reading network