Seven Evil Slips:

It was Huo Zihong who came, with a perennial tired face, and two deep lines on the lower edge of his nose. Although he looked old, judging from his facial features, he was not bad when he was young.

She is not in good health, and she gets sick every now and then. She has a cold and cough in the past two days, and she sticks her head out from the top of the stairs. Even if she is a little unhappy, her voice is gentle and soft: "Kiyo , come to my room for a while. Also, don’t keep bullying... Thirteen.”

She actually wanted to call him by his name, but she couldn't remember it for a while: "It's you who gave him such a nickname, so I can't even remember his name."

Kiyo bypassed Shisan and walked upstairs, the wooden stair boards creaked, and Shisan heard her voice from a distance: "That's right, he owes you 13,000 yuan, sell yourself for a year to work to pay off debts, don’t say that I didn’t bully him, even if I really bully a slave, it’s not illegal.”

Thirteen climbed up from the stairs resentfully, cursing in his heart: You are a slave, your whole family is a slave.

Back at the bar, the customers had almost left, Uncle Zhang hunched over the table and swept the floor, Wan San registered the latest drinks in and out of the inventory on the computer, looked around to see if there was no one else, and quickly clicked on the Tianya website .

He posted a post a few weeks ago, titled "August 18, My Excellent Boss Wife". In this post, his boss lady was code-named Lin Lin. The behavior of harsh employees will make Zhou Papi feel inferior.

Although it is not a popular post, the clicks and replies are quite impressive.

13,000 updated it. It recorded what happened today "truthfully". The general idea is that when he was washing cups at the bar, he accidentally smashed one. The lady boss in the forest came up and gave him a kick. Sentence: "Don't migrant workers have dignity?"

But Lin Lin sneered, and his face was covered with meat: "Eat mine and live in mine, you are a slave of our family!"

Someone will reply shortly.

——Is the proprietress of the landlord sick?

——The landlord yelled well, so he should have another slap in the face.

——The poster is a flash, judging from the previous description, the poster is very capable and can find a job anywhere.

…

After reading so many replies and suggestions from enthusiastic people, Wan San's mood gradually recovered. He hummed a little song to tidy up the bar, paused, and went to refresh the replies again. When he saw one of them, his heart skipped a beat .

——The host has a rich imagination, it's a pity not to write novels. Are you awake? The cup hasn't been washed yet.

The name of the id is "Obligation and repayment, it's only right and proper", click in and see, the registration time is not long after he posted the post.

Thirteen's back felt chilly, and he raised his head to look at the ceiling after a long while. The second floor of the bar is occupied by people, and the top is Huo Zihong's room, and Kiyo should be in the room now.

It won't be...she who will reply, right?

***

In the room, Huo Zihong was coughing badly, and Kiyo poured her half a cup of cough syrup: "If you are not in good health, don't walk around. If you don't have a good rest, you should have the energy to protect the villain."

Huo Zihong took a sip, stroked his chest and calmed down: "Kiyo, don't keep targeting 13,000."

Kiyo dragged the chair, sat upside down, corrected Huo Zihong: "I didn't target him, he is a liar, you should have let the Zhejiang boss send him to the police station."

At the beginning?

The incident back then had to start with the Zhejiang boss.

About two years ago, the Zhejiang boss and a few friends drove the Sichuan-Tibet line by themselves and stopped to rest in Zheduo Mountain near Kangding. He was over 50 years old, and his weight was also developing horizontally. Out of breath, when he was sitting on the ground resting, he inadvertently took a look at the way he came and went, and the "amazing" figure of Ten Wan appeared in his sight.

It is said that at that time, Yiwan was wearing a riding helmet and tight-fitting clothes, riding a bicycle with a pack weighing dozens of kilograms on the back of the bicycle, with a dignified expression and firm eyes.

The boss was very surprised. Where he was out of breath after two steps, 10,000 pedaled up the ramp with a heavy load. What kind of spirit is this.

He hurriedly greeted Shisan: "Young man, come down and have a rest."

After chatting again, the boss was deeply shocked!

13,000 said that his dream is to travel around the world by bicycle. So far, he has ridden more than 20 provinces in China. He even waved out a flag to show to the boss. There are many signatures on it, many of them are from China. The signatures of the international friends who traveled were all in foreign languages, and Wan San proudly pointed to a signature that looked like a ghost drawing and told him that it was signed by the Belgian ambassador to China.

Then explained his next plan, riding into Tibet, paying homage to Everest, and then leaving Tibet, riding to Nepal, Pakistan, India, and if possible, riding to the European continent.

While talking, he took out a hard steamed bun, broke off a small half, picked up two pickles, chewed and ate it, and wrapped the steamed bun in a plastic bag and put it back in the bag .

The boss persuaded him to eat more, and after asking, he found out that the remaining steamed buns would be divided into two meals.

The boss of Zhejiang spent his youth in a poor spiritual and cultural age. When he had the money to realize some willful ideals, he already had more than enough energy, and it was easy to blindly see his own shadow in the younger generation. So I immediately came up with the idea of ​​subsidizing 13,000 yuan. I didn't have a lot of cash, and I raised some funds from friends who were in the same car, totaling 13,000 yuan.

13,000 was very moved, asked him to sign the flag, and told him: "I will take a flag with your signature to take pictures all over the world!"

If it weren't for the fact that there was no cash machine on Zheduo Mountain, the boss would impulsively withdraw another ten thousand or twenty thousand to him.

The matter should have ended like this, but who knows that more than a year later, in the bar of Jusan Sui Yuan, the two met again by fate.

At that time, Yiwan changed his attire, wearing a flowered turban, a white shirt, and ripped jeans. It was completely different from the image of an eggplant in the old days, and the boss didn't recognize him at all. , It was 13,000 who vented the bottom by themselves.

He chatted with a few friends who met on the road for the first time: "Many big bosses now like to drive in Sichuan and Tibet and climb mountains by themselves, and they seem very aggressive. I conclude that this group of people, seven words, rich people, stupid and old .People are not short of money, and remember their youth. At this time, you have to find the right selling point, and sell your ideals and feelings to arouse sympathy. Let me tell you, I squatted on the Sichuan-Tibet line for a while, and when I saw this kind of self-driving car with a mainland license plate, I passed it Those people are very polite, they gave me a lot of food and drink, what kind of pulsating Red Bull, I later made a small 800 by selling drinks. There are also stupid ones, the one that impressed me the most, **** it, gave me a full 13,000 One dollar!"

The boss from Zhejiang sat at the table at the back and began to listen to it as gossip. The more he listened, the more something went wrong. When he heard the last sentence, he groaned angrily and threw himself on the table. Showed the agility of young people.

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Kiyo stared at Huo Zihong: "Aunt Hong, good intentions vary from person to person. If you are 13,000, you should be sent to jail. You actually spent money for him."

Huo Zihong smiled: "It's not for nothing, it's 13,000 yuan, and he's going to work in a bar for a year, so it's a good deal."

Kiyo's chin rested on the top of the chair back: "Not to mention the overflow of love, but also to lure wolves into the house."

"Don't be preconceived, these days, 13,000 are doing pretty well."

Kiyo sneered: "I dare to guarantee with my head that he must have tampered with, either on the account or on the goods."

"People will change their ways, and you can't be beaten to death with a stick. Kiyo, this is your bad character, you are too screwy."

Kiyo stopped talking, and after a while, she suddenly put away her emotions: "Whatever you like, you can do as you like. I'm actually an adopted person, so I shouldn't be so aggressive when I talk to you. I'll change it next time."

Huo Zihong was stunned for a moment, and sighed deeply. She handed a note to Kiyo: "Kiyo, help me go to this place. If it's convenient, I'll leave tomorrow."

"Yeah."

After a brief silence, Kiyo said: "Then I will go back to my room first, and I have to pack my luggage."

Kiyo has such a temper. Normally, she would ask why she went, why she was looking for this person, and if she had any orders, but when she was depressed, she would only reply with one word: "Yeah."

Huo Zihong walked to the door and watched Kiyo disappear down the stairs in a daze. Uncle Zhang came up with a broom and dustpan for routine cleaning. If you are worried about Kiyo, she is not close to anyone."

Uncle Zhang groaned and groaned without looking up: "Normally, when Kiyo was adopted, he was three or four years old. In that kind of place, he had suffered. What impressed me the most was that she ate I’m allergic to peaches, I just came to you, you handed her a peach, she quickly took it, and bit it big.”

Huo Zihong answered softly: "No, for the first six months, every time she ate, she didn't dare to add meat. I said which dish was delicious, but she didn't eat it. Little brat, you put so much thought into it." Already."

At the end, I was suddenly a little sad: "If there was no incident eight years ago, Kiyo might be much better now."

Uncle Zhang straightened up, clenched his fist with his right hand and thumped his waist: "Actually, our little proprietress is doing well now. Really, go and read the reports on the news. The little proprietress is recovering very quickly." Alright."

***

Familiar footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Shi Wan's scalp trembled, and he closed the webpage with lightning speed.

Kiyo came over with a sullen face, originally wanted to ignore him, but after thinking about it, he stopped by the bar and said, "I'm going to Chongqing tomorrow."

"Really?"

Yan San was overjoyed and at the same time realized that his joy was too obvious, his voice immediately sank, and his expression changed into disappointment: "No, I won't see you for several days. "

Actually, what he wanted to say was: Go, go, don't come back.

Kiyo smiled, laughing so uncomfortable that Wan San felt uncomfortable, he understood the meaning there, let him be more honest.

Thirteenth glanced guiltyly at the two bottles of wine on the wine rack.

When returning to the room, Shisan passed by the door of Kiyo's bedroom. Through the half-open door, he saw a suitcase spread out on the ground. Bottom t-shirt, boots with tassels, bracelet with bell shells, while the other half, all clothing decoration, is all black.

13,000 said in his heart: This poisonous woman is a genius.