Chapter 377: Dust seal

Chapter 377 Dust Seal
I don't know when Luo Qiu had eaten the bowl of noodles from the street side noodle restaurant.
Lao Feng probably has been immersed in the taste of memories.
Whether it is the taste of the noodles in this bowl, or the taste of the story in his mouth.
The city's lanterns have long been like dominoes. From the beginning one or two, it has evolved into the light of the whole city.
Old Feng almost finished talking about him and the woman who brought the clothes to the children. He drank the last drop of the soup in the bale bowl.
Then I calmed down.
Finally, I said: "Later, that is, the day I caught me, it was the day when the wife’s clothes were finished. Interestingly, I only saw the police officer twice before and after. For the first time, he accompanied his wife. The second time, the day of receipt, the day that caught me."
Luo Qiu has gradually pulled out of the story of Lao Fengkou... The bits and pieces of the old man’s mouth are enough for him to repeat these pictures in the living room of this old house.
"Do you think that the police officer at the beginning might even suspect you when he saw you for the first time?"
Lao Feng smiled and shook his head: "Who knows? Maybe you are right, maybe he has already discovered it, just to let me finish this dress. Or maybe he discovered it unintentionally, so he investigated the evidence. It took only the results to act, but it just happened to meet the day of completion... No matter what it is for, for me, it is good after all."
Luo Qiu nodded thoughtfully.
But the old Feng Yi is still not finished: "Because, I am a sinner after all, these extra time is already a gift for me..."
It is not like now, wholeheartedly, wholeheartedly completing the phoenix skirt on hand, but custom-made, the natural construction period is longer.
Naturally, in the longer construction period, staying in this old house, the days of father and daughter, will be longer.
......
Lao Feng took off his glasses, rubbed his nose, and then put it on again. "Speaking, this photo is not posted by me. On that day, I said, can you let me finish my work before I leave? The police officer made a decision and took the picture."
Old Feng sighed and looked complicated: "I think this should be the police officer who later rushed to the sun, and he quietly returned here and posted it. He never mentioned this to me. It’s also a weird person.

"Always... no?" Luo Qiu whispered.
"The police officer will occasionally come to the prison to meet me." Lao Feng said casually: "It’s not long before you just got in. It will come three or two times a year. Later, it will come once a year... ...well, in recent years, it has not been."
Lao Feng smiled and looked at the boss of the club. "Probably forget it. If it is not a blind date, who can remember who has lived forever? This kind of thing, like you... well, how to say, especially The existence of it should be better than I know. I wonder, time should not be of much significance to you. You may see thousands of times more than what I have encountered."
"He didn't forget you." Luo Qiu said coldly.
Old Feng stunned and seemed to want to know the answer.
"It's not early, old man, I won't bother you." Luo Qiu stood up at this time. "I like the story you said. I have time to listen to the stories of other customers... Of course, I will also give you some food. I think the elderly should always forget this kind of thing."
Saying, Lao Feng saw a big living person with his own eyes, gradually faded out from his front, and then disappeared.
Lao Feng looked at the packaged box that had been eaten by himself. He thought that the boss of the shop could come in without knocking on the door... Anyway, you can leave like this, and you can do this.
"It's also a weird guy."
Old Feng shook his head, patted his face and started his spirit. The outside is getting late, but his work has only just begun.
He picked up the needlework again and embroidered it with a needle and a thread.
For more than a decade, he has not been so calm.
......
Before leaving the home of Lao Feng, Luo Qiu did not go far, but returned to the noodle restaurant of this old street again, playing two bowls of noodles to the real sense of leaving.
Did not return to the club, he returned to his home.
Ren Ziling did not return long after he returned, as usual, and returned like a dog.
"Hey, eat noodles tonight?"
Luo boss poured some vinegar out, and he did not take care of this woman.
The two did not speak when they ate.
It’s just such a face. I don’t know his father and his mother. In those days of those years, did you have a taste when you passed by?
If you have tasted it, what will it taste like.
I want to come, it should be the taste of the moment.
......
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The club recently had an old von waiting for the transaction to be completed, and there was also a gold lord who was being taken over by the Soul of the Black Soul.
The boss did not say which side he was biased.
"I don't know if the owner personally came, subordinate, subordinate..." Black Soul No. 18 did not think how to say something.
Because she has never encountered such a situation.
The last boss, rarely going to the club's door - at least, she did not personally meet the previous boss will appear at her job site.
"I heard Yuyou said, you seem to have encountered a little obstacle, right?" Luo Qiu waved his hand. "No need to be cautious, just talk."
Although it is said, but the black soul messenger dare to be rude to the boss of the club... Throughout this countless years, those who dare to have been rude to the boss, now probably the grave can not find it?
There is only one black soul messenger who dares to make some doubtful voices in front of the boss, and occasionally bumps one or two sentences. But even then, that person still can't resist the boss...
"Yes, the subordinates have encountered some minor troubles, and they can solve them themselves." The Black Soul nodded on the 18th: "But the subordinates later thought that as a black soul messenger, there should be no things." The main talent is right, so I went back and told me about Miss You. I didn’t expect to really alarm the owner."
Black Soul 18 seems to be eager to express something: "The owner please rest assured! The other party wants to be a semi-hanger magician who does not know where to learn some magic. The next person can naturally cope."
The magician in the mouth of the Black Soul 18 will naturally not be the kind of simple performance system that changes from the hat to the flower, but the visual system that really comes with special effects.
Luo Qiu asked curiously: "How do you know that the other party is a half-hanger?"
Black Soul No. 18: "Because in his body, he did not see the etiquette that should be a magician. The magician of the orthodox inheritance, like the nobility, can see the temperament of the body at a glance. And he ......"
Black Soul No. 18 shook his head and said: "...there is no trace of orthodox education at all. So it is speculated that he may not know where to get the inheritance of the magician, and he ponders it. And, usually Under these, there are only these wild paths, and this kind of situation that does not take into account the secular regulations and causes chaos in the ordinary people's society. However, the magicians who have had orthodox education, they do not bother to do such things. Of course, Excluded from the orthodox, there will be some psychologically distorted guys... but after all, it is very rare, and even if it is evil, these orthodox guys will not lose their demeanor. This person is a wild path."
"You have more experience than me in this area. I believe your guess for the time being." Luo Qiu nodded.
The Black Soul 18 has a feeling of being flattered at this moment... The boss is omniscient.
But she doesn't know that the boss is a curiosity about things, but it is a non-necessary one, preferring to step by step and not be willing to know directly and lead to loss of fun... Well, the guy who is flustered.
Originally, Luo Qiu was a good boy who had a good family.
Obviously, as long as you can ask two things to know, you have to go to the altar.
"Give me the situation of this lady, Zhao Ru."
Black Soul nodded on the 18th. "Master, this gold lord has a very serious anti-social personality..."
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Listening to the murder of the black soul messenger, Luo boss did not stop his eyes.
In the alley of Zhao Ru's body, Luo boss looked at her as a person sitting silently in the ‘house’ that was randomly picked up in the cardboard box.
The alley itself is dim, and the inside of the box room is naturally dark, and she sits on her knees and bury her eyes in her arms and knees, which is even darker.
(End of this chapter)