Seven Evil Slips:

The good thing about the ancient city is that it is cool all the year round, but never bitterly cold.

This season, most of the north may still be cold and rainy and snowy, but here, the bright willow branches of the farmland are turning green, and further north, the Shangri-La prairie is like a huge canvas that is spread out every day. The thick and heavy colors.

Kiyo would take Cao Yanhua to Luo Ren's house to "practice" almost every day. In her words: spacious, quiet, and not afraid of others stealing his lessons.

***

The sound of rustling and sweeping, it was early in the morning, Cao Yanhua swung a broom, sweeping in the small courtyard wheezingly, every time he started sweeping, he would scold Luo Ren in his heart: Is it amazing to be rich? The per capita housing area in China is only 20 to 30 square meters. Why do you live in a big house with three squares, one screen wall and a yard?

You know, the order of his little master Mudai is: sweep, sweep, sweep, big houses, small corners, no corners, no one place is missing.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and got into his eyes, which made his eyes hurt. Cao Yanhua just blinked his eyes twice and didn't bother to wipe them off.

You know, the lead weights tied to his left and right arms add up to twenty catties! In addition to the calf, the whole body bears more than 50 catties, not to mention sweeping the floor, making him tired even lying down.

Look at how leisurely his little master is...

Cao Yanhua took a sour glance at Muyo, she spread a cushion and sat on the steps, leaning against the porch pillar to read a book, with a basin of washed blueberries beside her, reaching out to touch one from time to time, eating it in a proper manner, But she seemed to be annoyed at him on purpose. With a flick of her finger, the blueberry flew up to a height of one meter. No matter which direction it fell, she didn't take her eyes off the book. Move it, open your mouth to catch it, and chew it happily.

Cao Yanhua felt sad and envious for a while, in what life would he be able to become a Shaolin sweeping monk.

I persisted for a while, but I couldn't do it anymore, my legs trembled, and my arms trembled like the leaves of a tree in the wind: "Little master, I can't hold on anymore, really..."

Kiyo's pretentious voice came: "Persevere, being a teacher is for your own good."

The same weight class must be considered in international competitions. Even if it is really "for his own good", can you properly consider the fat man's ability to bear it?

About five minutes later, Cao Yanhua's brain was buzzing and his eyes were black. After he swung his broom again with all his strength, he suddenly...

Kiyo has a light figure, and he flew over like a swallow flying water. Before he fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand and grabbed his collar, successfully making him fall into a sitting position. With the other hand, he took out a girl's costume toner like a magic trick I sprayed Cao Yanhua's face with a small spray bottle...

The effect of calming and refreshing is not bad, because Cao Yanhua's small eyes suddenly opened, and he stared at the front in a daze.

"Cao Pangpang, continue. You are just practicing, I will use my toner for you. Next time I will change to mustard juice."

"Little master, I really can't do it anymore, I need to rest..." Cao Yanhua's eyes were dull, and he still stared at the front in a daze, "I just saw...a hallucination appeared in front of my eyes..."

Kiyo bent down and tried to look forward from Cao Yanhua's eye level: "What illusion?"

There, reflecting the morning sun, the dust was slowly falling—the dust that was swept up by the broom just before he fell.

Cao Yanhua described it to her in a breathless tone: "Really... When the dust was blowing up the most, it seemed that a group of villains suddenly formed. The leader was riding something, and disappeared in a blink of an eye..."

Kiyo smiled, and his voice was extremely gentle: "Really?"

The next second changed his face: "Make it up, make it up again! I will take a feather duster later and dust off the arches and flower teeth on the pillars in the corridor!"

It is said that being a teacher for one day is a father for life, so why are there so many things that bully teachers and destroy ancestors in ancient times? Cao Yanhua couldn't figure it out before, but now, he understands a little bit.

***

Back to the bar, as soon as I stepped into the door, I heard Uncle Zhang say 13,000.

"Why did you go out and come back, so listless, like a lost soul all day long, and you don't even have any enthusiasm for work."

"Uncle, with such a small salary, I still need to be motivated to work, you are making fun of me..."

In the middle of the talk, when I saw Mudai and Cao Yanhua come back, I suddenly had something to say: "Besides, you ask the little proprietress, going out with her this time, I was personally greatly stimulated, the world view was seriously subverted, and it takes time to calm down."

Also "the world view has been seriously subverted", Kiyo really scoffed at it, even Cao Yanhua accepted it calmly, and the 13,000 people who lied to the north and south of the river, instead pretended to be incompetent Xiaoqing came .

Just thinking about what to say to him, the phone rang, Kiyo glanced at the caller ID, and quickly picked it up: "Hello?"

10,000 snorted, shrugged his shoulders in disgust, continued to wipe the cup with a white cloth, and mouthed something to Cao Yanhua: Luo Ren called.

Cao Yanhua gave him a knowing look, and the two of them listened to Muyo with stunned ears.

Kiyo had been prepared for a long time, leaning sideways, her voice was soft and quiet, and it sounded like "um", "okay" and "it's okay". Just when Cao Yanhua and Yiwansan were about to give up, she His voice suddenly rose an octave.

"Really? When?"

Hey, is there a situation? Cao Yanhua and Shi Wansan were excited again.

Kiyo's face was extremely depressed, he clenched his lowered hands, stomped his feet in frustration, and after hanging up the phone, he couldn't help sighing.

It must be that Luo Ren is not coming back, it should be! Ten thousand was refreshed and asked her, "What's the matter?"

Kiyo sat down at the table, resting his chin on the table, and sighed as if he was in love: "Luo Ren said, I saw the magic stick tonight."

Yan San's hands trembled, and the goblet rolled on the bar with a clang. He quickly picked it up, and looked around with a guilty conscience.

Only Uncle Zhang who passed by the door gave him an angry look.

"I should have thought of it a long time ago!" Kiyo inserted his hands into his hair, as if he wanted to grab a bunch of hair, "Such a magic stick, if you are so interested in supernatural things, you must see Ji Jian's hair with your own eyes." Looks like. The things are with Luo Ren, of course he will go to Luo Ren, I should have thought of it earlier."

Cao Yanhua sympathized with her: "Yes, Mrs. Xianglin, you are so sad."

Isn't it just a magic stick? It probably looks like a stick. I don't know why Kiyo is jealous of Luo Ren's ability to meet him. He has too little knowledge.

Thirteen's tone is a bit strange: "What's so interesting, why don't you rush over there all the way, just ask Luo Ren to take a photo for you."

Kiyo glanced at him sideways: "Of course it looks good, if it's not good-looking, the magic stick is so busy, why did you rush over there!"

"Luo Ren said that I borrowed the camera you mentioned at the beginning. After meeting with the magic stick tonight, I will take high-speed continuous shooting, and then use the computer to superimpose the photos, so that I can get a very detailed picture."

At the end, I didn't forget to step on 13,000: "It's much better than the dog-eating one you drew, maybe I can find more clues from it."

13000 didn't make a sound, and was busy wiping the cup, only he knew that his hands trembled slightly, almost convulsively wiping the same spot all the time.

It's okay, he comforted himself, even if Luo Ren found another picture, they would never know what it was.

So, it's okay.

Thinking drifted away unconsciously, as if hearing the familiar sound of the sea tide, the sun shone on the blue-gray corners of the eaves that the old patriarch described as "like a bird's leather, like a hui (hui, flat tone) flying". Above, the stabbed person cannot open his eyes.

***

Muyo wanted to make a phone call several times, but he was afraid of disturbing Luo Ren and Shengun's business.

At nearly twelve o'clock, Luo Ren's call finally came.

Kiyo picked it up, and asked repeatedly: "Have you seen it? What does it look like? Is it handsome? Is it very personable? Did you take a photo for me?"

How does Luo Ren answer this?

Recalling the appearance of Shengun carrying a red, white and blue plastic bag in one hand, and a KFC family bucket in the other, smiling as he opened the car door and came in...

He was ambiguous: "It's quite special."

Kiyo let out a melancholy sigh, the kind of melancholy that missed him.

Suddenly remembered something: "Where are the photos superimposed by the computer? Are there any?"

"I was going to tell you this."

The tone seemed wrong, and Kiyo subconsciously sat up from the bed: "What's wrong?"

"Whether it's me, the magic stick, or the high-speed camera I borrowed specially... I can't see the water shadow."

***

The camera did not record any light arc and waterline. At first, I thought that the shutter was too fast and the amount of light entering was too low. I followed the method of shooting star trails to extend the exposure time, but it still didn't work.

The **** stick said, maybe the light is too dim, and it can only be seen with the naked eye.

I don’t believe what I said. The lens is called the third eye of human beings. The macro lens and super telephoto lens capture many secrets that cannot be seen by the human eye.

Turned off the lights and waited for a long time, the basin of water was as silent as dead, not even the slightest arc of light could be seen.

Kiyo didn't understand: "That night, each of us saw it. Although we didn't know it was a painting, there was always a long or short arc of light every ten seconds."

Luo Ren sighed: "That's what I told God Stick. I also said that maybe the position of 13,000 was strange at that time. God Stick surrounded the water basin. I don't know how many positions he changed. His neck was twisted. It's almost broken, and I still haven't seen anything."

Kiyo racked his brains, thinking about all kinds of possibilities: "Is the piece of fierce Jane dead? You stabbed it with a knife the other day, could it be that it was fine at the time, and then died of serious injuries?"

Luo Ren didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and took the knife on the table casually: "Muyo, don't forget, what the **** stick said that day was that Mizukage's reminder came from Phoenix Luankou. If Mizukage suddenly disappeared, it shouldn't It was Ji Jian who died, but Fenghuang Luan was strangled to death by someone..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly felt a thump in his heart, and his eyes slowly turned to the straight-edged steel knife.

Kiyo seems to feel something: "Luo Ren?"

Luo Ren didn't answer. He held his breath and looked at the blade. The blade was polished to a matte finish, but the surrounding images could still be vaguely reflected.

Did he read it wrong? Just now, for a moment, he seemed to see a group of villains walking on the knife.