Seven Evil Slips Chapter 3:

If you want to come next week, you have plenty of time to prepare.

The wedding tuxedo at the bottom of the press box was turned out. Mrs. Yang Mao washed it and ironed it carefully. Mrs. Mao is a family-oriented woman, so her focus is inevitably shifted. She frowned and said, "Bought online? This The quality of the material is not good, and it loses its shape after water.”

Shen stick emphasizes: "Quality is empty, the key is meaning! Meaning!"

After ironing, hang it on the head of the bed, and pay attention three times in the morning, noon and evening.

Started drafting and writing a book again, and drafted the title of the book "Mysterious Stories: Seven Star Mysteries-Deciphering the Fierce Letters".

And solemnly inform Brother Mao that the content to be written on this trip is more important and must be kept secret from the outside world. I hope that Brother Mao and others will restrain themselves and not spy on his manuscript, let alone leak it to the outside world.

Brother Mao replied: "I am!"

The last book published by Shenzhu was called "Strange Stories I Have Witnessed in Twenty Years". It was an illegal publication without a book number. When I went out, I turned right into a print shop and self-printed a book. Sponsored by Yue Feng, the first 50 copies were printed, and then Yue Feng Thirty copies were subscribed, and the remaining twenty were "snatched up" by Brother Mao, and they are still piled up under the bed.

However, Brother Mao feels that this time, the sales of magic sticks should increase, after all, he has made a few more friends.

In his spare time, the magic stick seized the opportunity to brush off those people with him. Before they met, Brother Mao was already familiar with them.

——Little Pocket, very fun, very respectful to me, in my heart... the third place, behind us Xiaotangzi and Ahui. She is very good at kungfu, and she is from the school of authentic martial arts. When she came, I asked her to climb the wall to show you, and she climbed up with a whoosh.

——She is busy with her master's burial, and she won't be here until a few days later.

——Little Carrot, I used to work as a mercenary abroad. Do you understand that mercenaries are very bloody. So don't mess with him, be polite. This kind of person usually doesn't lose his temper easily. I haven't seen him lose his temper, but hey, if he really lost his temper, it must be a big deal, maybe he will burn down your inn.

Brother Mao was speechless, and wanted to ask: Then why did I provoke such a person to live in the inn?

——Hongsha, everyone calls her Erhuo, her family has been collecting treasures for generations, and she is very professional in going down treasure wells, but unfortunately, it's over with her, and she hasn't been able to practice a pair of tricks to see the treasure. She went to Sizhai and said she wanted to get a batch of rough stones.

——Little Sansan, he is very good at messing around, you must like him, he can mix drinks, and any bar with him has a good business, a living sign.

——There are also Cao Pangpang and Cao Xiaopangdun, who used to be from Jiefangbei, and later worshiped Xiao Pocket as their master. He raised a good chicken called Jiefang, but unfortunately, in the end, Jiefang refused to go with us, probably chickens still like to play with chickens...

Brother Mao asked: "How many of them come here separately?"

"Come here together, although we are all busy now, but as agreed, we will meet up and come together..."

***

This morning, Shengun received a call from Luo Ren, saying that everyone is ready and has already set off from Lijiang.

The ancient city is not far from Lijiang. It takes two or three hours by car. The magic stick is very happy. After a while, I ran to the door to look around. The reason is: the inns in the ancient city are all about the same length. A natural landmark.

Brother Mao thought his running in and out was annoying, so he said, "Then don't come in."

Sure enough, the magic stick didn't come in. He kept wandering around the gate, caught up with a few elementary school students playing cards, bought some cards for two yuan, and had a great time playing against them.

When the game was in full swing, suddenly there was the sound of brakes behind him, the magic stick was overjoyed, he turned around and yelled: "Xiaoluobo, you are here so soon!"

His eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth couldn't close.

It was a semi-new Land Cruiser, a Toyota 4500. Behind the windshield, there was a familiar figure taking off his sunglasses, and raised his chin at him.

The car door opened, and Yue Feng got off the driver's seat.

The magic stick was a little dazed, and didn't know how to react for a while, Yue Feng said: "What are you looking at, this is not the first time you see me."

As he spoke, he walked around the front of the car, walked to the other side, and opened the rear door.

Shen stick swallowed, ignoring those dolls pestering him to play cards, as soon as the guy in his hand was thrown, Pi Dian Dian rushed over.

"Xiao Fengfeng, why are you here?"

"You come, I can't come?"

After finishing speaking, he frowned into the car: "What's the matter, you won't get out of the car, are you? Are you Yue Xiaofeng, or Yue Xiaotang?"

Only then did Shenzhu notice that there was a two or three-year-old kid at the opened rear door, wearing crotch pants, with half of his **** exposed, blushing, struggling to move down the car door , the two short legs were kicking in mid-air, and they seemed to be getting old, and they were wheezing, and said: "Aiyo, aiyo."

This is the son of Yue Feng and Ji Tangtang.

It is said that at the beginning, when a son was born, he showed it to an expert. The expert made some calculations and said something mysterious. It means that children should not be named before they are three years old. Picking characters——Because of logic, there shouldn’t be such a child, and even if there is, it shouldn’t be a boy. If the name is given, others will call it too much, and certain “things” will hear it, and the child will not be able to keep it.

If it were someone else, it would probably be **** with a brick, but Yue Feng and his wife were very calm, saying, that's okay, let's do it like this.

Yue Feng's parenting theory is that girls are pampered, but boys must be rough, so although Yue Xiaofeng is only over two years old, he does everything by himself. Occasionally he is lazy, and Yue Feng will beat him with words: "My name is You say Yue Xiaotang, if you agree, I won't force you to do it."

Yue Xiaofeng is not a big man, and his machismo has already inflated. He always feels that being called Yue Xiaotang is super embarrassing. Several times, Yue Feng cried angrily, saying: "He is called Yue Xiaofeng!"

The door of the car is a bit high, and he probably couldn't get down. There was an exclamation from the steps, and Mrs. Mao ran down quickly, cursing: "Fengzi, you are going to die again! Little Maotou's new clothes, can you still wear them after a while?" ?”

She rushed to the front in two or three steps, and immediately picked up Yue Xiaofeng.

Yue Feng didn't speak, he looked at Yue Xiaofeng in Mrs. Mao's arms with a smile, Yue Xiaofeng was very embarrassed, covered his face with his small hands, opened his fingers, and looked at Yue Feng from between his fingers.

Then she lowered her head and buried herself in Madam Mao's arms, saying in a childish voice, "I'm not called Yue Xiaotang."

Yue Feng then looked at Mrs. Mao: "Sister-in-law, help me look after the baby for two days."

Sister-in-law Mao leaned forward and looked into the car: "Where is the daughter-in-law, didn't you come with me?"

"She has something to do, I went to find her, and it's not convenient to take the little guy, so I'm here."

He looked at Yue Xiaofeng: "Did you remember what I taught you? Who are you?"

Yue Xiaofeng lowered his head, rubbed his hands together, and said, "You little man."

"Who is one of us?"

"Uncle Mao Mao, Aunt Mao Mao."

The magic stick protested: "Why am I not one of my own? What about me?"

"Can you be bullied?"

"Can't."

"Do you want to be fierce?"

"Yes!"

"What should I do if I miss my parents?"

"Call."

"Absolutely what not to do?"

"Cry nose."

When he said the word "crying nose", he even rubbed the bottom of his nose with his hand and took a breath.

Satisfied, Yue Feng reached out to touch Yue Xiaofeng's head, turned around and got into the car, Mrs. Mao was in a hurry: "Aren't you coming in for some tea? Your Brother Mao, your Brother Mao hasn't come out yet..."

"No, anyway, I'll be back to pick up the little guy in a few days anyway." He started the car, then suddenly pushed down the window and hooked his hand at the magic stick.

"Do you want to go with me?"

Shen stick's eyes glowed, and he swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva in excitement: "Is there... is there something interesting?"

Yue Feng gave him a secret look: "Professional counterpart, quite exciting."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on the gas pedal, screamed, and sprinted behind the car. Under Mrs. Mao's stunned eyes, he hurriedly opened the car door, like a torpedo fired at close range, almost sprinting. Leaping into the rear seat.

The car door tried to close several times, and finally took it on. When it reached the fork, it made a beautiful turn and disappeared.

This... is it gone?

Sister-in-law Mao stood in the suddenly deserted air, not far from her side, a few elementary school children were playing cards.

I always feel that something is... not right.

The next moment, she suddenly realized that the magic stick was stuck at the gate early in the morning, didn't she say that she wanted to "greet" her friends, so she just... left?

***

Even without the middleman, the magic stick, the first meeting between Brother Mao and Luo Ren was quite satisfactory.

Comparing to the previous introduction of the magic stick, Brother Mao checked with the people in front of him one by one.

In his eyes, although Luo Ren is the safest person to do things, he is polite and humble, but it is actually quite difficult to get close to him or to go further. In other words, Luo Ren is not a person who makes friends easily.

On the contrary, with Wan San and Cao Yanhua, they hit it off right away. These two people are most like those friends he already knew. You can help at the bar at night, and by the way, guide the bartender who is not very bright in Mao Ge's shop.

Yan Hongsha is an acquaintance, and he circles around him and asks non-stop, as if he will not give up until he has a thorough understanding of the ancient city's tourism information.

It was Kiyo who paid the most attention to Brother Mo, because, among several people, she was the least conspicuous.

Standing behind Luo Ren, she doesn't talk much, she has been listening to Luo Ren and other people talking, and occasionally meets Brother Mao's eyes, and she will smile slightly.

It's strange, people have an aura. The people in front of me, Luo Ren, Ten Thousand, Cao Yanhua and even Yan Hongsha, all have auras that are released outside, but this Muyo is inwards. .

Mr. Mao was thinking, in the past many years, he has met many people, and there are really... very few people like Kiyo.

***

Entering the backyard, Yan Hongsha acted like a senior tour guide relying on the information he got from Brother Mao, and gave orders, saying, "Everyone go back to the room to put your luggage, and we will gather in the yard later. We have to eat **** first, and then To play xxx, you can also rent a bicycle to go around the ancient city in the afternoon.

It's really a talent, food, accommodation, travel, and half-day travel routes have all been arranged by her.

Kiyo’s luggage is taken care of by someone else. This is the benefit of having both a boyfriend and an apprentice. When everyone went back to their rooms, she waited alone in the backyard. Brother Mao’s backyard was tidied up quite emotionally, with a glass roof Sunshine small book house, swing flower stand, rockery, small flower garden.

While walking and watching, she suddenly stopped outside the glass study.

There is a little guy of two or three years old inside, crying.

Crying is very restrained, not the kind of crying, but very sad, and keeps wiping tears with the back of his hand. After crying for a while, he takes a tissue from the tissue box and blows his nose.

Kiyo secretly pushed the glass door open a crack.

Hearing his childish muttering.

——"I'm so pitiful, I picked it up."

Most children at this age can already speak coherent sentences, but there is a sense of earnestness inside and outside the words, which sounds especially funny. Kiyo couldn't hold back, and burst into laughter sound.

The little guy immediately became vigilant, turned his head, and said fiercely, "Who are you!"