Seven Evil Slips Chapter 104:

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She asked Huo Zihong for advice, and the two of them sat in a small corner of the bar with serious expressions on their faces. Wansan purposely found an excuse to pass by, and heard Yan Hongsha ask, "Is that going to be paid back by me? If you sell it?" Is it not enough to buy a house?"

Turning back ten thousand three times, Cao Yanhua stretched his neck to look over there, and hurriedly sent a message: "How is it?"

One thousand three said: "The world is unpredictable. A while ago, she was a rich woman. Once the building collapsed, of course, her uncle and grandpa didn't do anything good."

Cao Yanhua said: "It's all her uncle's debt. My sister Hongsha is too wronged to bear this kind of debt. If it is retribution, it should be retribution on Old Man Yan."

Yan San doesn't think so: "The predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade. The rich woman has been under the shade for so long, and now it is normal to take some joint and several responsibilities."

Cao Yanhua glared at him.

The conversation over there seemed to be almost over, Yan Hongsha came over with her head drooping.

Cao Yanhua said: "Sister Hongsha, don't be discouraged. With us, if you have a mouthful of rice, you will have a mouthful of soup. You will never starve to death. If you are really caught, we will find a way to raise money Fished you out."

He listed her hopes: "Your house should be worth a lot of money. If it's not enough, I'll accompany you to Four Villages. Don't forget, we still have so many precious stones. If not, And real estate!"

With a wave of his hand, he pointed directly in the direction of the Phoenix Tower.

Yan Hongsha said: "I'm not bothered, too many things have happened in a while, I just feel... It's boring."

She sat down on the table closest to the bar, lay down, her head resting on the table, her braided hair sticking up stubbornly.

Thirteenth stared at her, and suddenly felt a little sad after seeing her.

Thinking about it, it seems that Hongsha is indeed the most unlucky.

I am a bastard, so I can have a meal and a bed wherever I go. I saw him panic. Although the little proprietress has multiple personalities for some reason, at least she has someone who loves and spoils her...

Thinking about it carefully, Hongsa is actually a little younger than Kiyo, who has lived so carefree to such a large age, suddenly loses relatives one after another, knows the unbearable truth about the family's fortune, the wealth is taken back, and she is left alone without crying I didn't make trouble, I didn't hang myself, I'm still thinking about paying off my debts...

Thirteen suddenly felt that she admired her.

He made a cup of coffee, and Latte was a big smiling face.

Give it to her and say, "I invite you."

Yan Hongsha raised her head, looked at him suspiciously, then picked up a small spoon, and stirred in the coffee: "Are you so kind? Didn't you put the medicine? You must have had diarrhea..."

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Cao Yanhua coolly added insult to injury from the side: "Brother Sansan, your usual sinful face is clearly exposed, what kind of loving and warm man are you pretending to be now, you have nothing to do, you are courteous, you can either **** or steal..."

Fatty Cao wants to die!

Yan San grabbed a sugar bag and threw it at Cao Yanhua. He dodged so fast, his neck shrank, and the sugar bag flew past his head, hitting a painting on the wall .

Cao Yanhua was amazed by his own reaction speed: It is completely moving with the body, it seems that the basic skills these days have not been practiced in vain.

He was triumphant, and was about to choke off ten thousand three words, when he suddenly realized that ten thousand three didn't look at him at all.

He was frowning, staring at the painting that the sugar bag hit just now, then he got up and walked to the painting for a closer look.

Yan Hongsha was puzzled, and asked Cao Yanhua with his mouth: What is he doing?

Cao Yanhua is also at a loss.

Is there anything special about that painting?

In order to increase the atmosphere, it is not uncommon to hang some special paintings sporadically on the side wall of the bar. In fact, Gathering and Scattering has also specially opened up a wall for guests to leave messages and graffiti.

That painting is an imitation, Japanese ukiyo-e, Katsushika Hokusai's "The Great Wave off Kanagawa".

The picture is also simple, that is, the fishing boat is placed in the belly of the huge waves, and the peaceful Mount Fuji is in the distance.

Cao Yanhua leaned over and looked at 13,000 with a puzzled face, Yan Hongsha was a little nervous, and took a big gulp of coffee.

My mouth was full of bitterness, and I suddenly realized: Oh, by the way, the sugar bag was thrown away by Shisan.

However, what is Ten Thousand looking at?

The door was pushed open, the Dongba wind chime hanging on the door was activated, and Pin Ting's crisp voice: "Brother Xiaodao!"

Thirteen trembled all over, shivered, and stepped back three steps.

Luo Ren came with Pin Ting, and with just one glance, he could see everything in the bar, Cao Yanhua's inexplicable, Yan Hongsha's bewilderment, and...

His eyes flicked back and forth between 13,000 and the painting: "What are you looking at?"

***

Ping Ting was brought into the bar by Uncle Zhang to wash the dishes, she was happy to work, humming a song, when the faucet was turned on, water splashed and sprayed her all over the face.

She giggled, supported the bar and raised her head, wanting to show Luo Ren and the others her embarrassed face.

Then his face collapsed, resentful.

No one looked at her, they were all sitting around, looking at the Ukiyo-e that had been taken down.

13,000 points to the left side of the painting, where the waves roll like giant claws.

"Suddenly, I saw the waves turning over, as if forming a vortex, spinning and turning, and it became a hollow, dark, like a hole."

"Then you heard a sound, bang, bang, like a heartbeat, and then you saw that the hollow was also rising and falling, matching the rhythm of the heartbeat, like a huge heart in the hole. "

Cao Yanhua was extremely excited when he heard it, but he was at a loss for words for a while: "I just said...it's the same as what I saw...it's the same..."

He asked: "Is there any wind, Brother Sansan? There should be some wind."

Wind? Ten thousand three was in a trance.

Yes.

Cool, cold wind, with a fishy and salty smell, blowing head-on.

***

Kiyo quickly accepted his new life.

Extremely boring, yet extremely simple new life.

The scope of daily activities is inseparable from vegetable farms and restaurants. Serving food, cash register, cleaning tables, and taking out garbage are like a constant trajectory without any deviation.

Zheng Li doesn't like this life. The seventeen-year-old girl is still indeterminate. She likes to chase enthusiasm and freshness. The life in a restaurant is an old-fashioned frame. She is framed in horizontal and vertical bars. With a bad greasy smell.

She asked Muyo in frustration more than once: "Sister Mumu, how can you stay?"

It's really the bear's paw of the first, and the best of the second. Kiyo thinks that this kind of life is the best for himself.

If you continue to stay with Aunt Hong and Luo Ren, the atmosphere will be oppressive if the past is still lingering.

No one here knows her, slow instead of intense, eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, do what she likes, don't do it if she doesn't like it, she can calm down and think about something seriously.

Dr. He told her a lot, nothing more than: Kiyo, you are sick, you have a triple personality, you are chaotic now, you need treatment, and you need to try new methods.

Kiyo didn't feel that she was sick, she even resisted psychologically, and didn't want to understand various analysis and explanations about personality.

She felt that the root of the problem might be that there were three selves in her body, and she just couldn't control it.

It's like three little monsters making trouble, blurring her true face, and as time goes by, even relatives, friends, and lovers don't know what she looks like.

Why she didn't control it, probably because she was timid, cowardly, escaping, let it go, buried her head in the sand, her eyes darkened, thinking that the world would stop turning.

It's like a big house, if the master doesn't take action, the subordinates will stick their noses in the face, money accounts, personnel affairs are all a mess, just like the novel said: gradually revealing the appearance of decay.

Then now, she will come forward to take care of it, clean up the root cause, show her prestige, and when necessary, kill everyone.

It felt strange, as if she was on a throne, giving orders to many of herself who were shadowy in the dark.

Whether it is a triple personality or a thirty-fold personality, you have to listen to me.

Heart disease is nothing more than a knot in the heart, each pimple has twisted her life beyond recognition.

It doesn't matter, from the very beginning, one by one to solve, and gradually restore their true colors.

There is no need for Dr. He, new treatments, or all kinds of medicines.

I am my own medicine, I am my own best doctor.

***

Zheng Shuiyu gradually fell in love with Kiyo, and the boss always likes hardworking workers: Kiyo is quick and quick in doing things, neither lazy nor procrastinated. When she is free, she sits quietly at the table near the door Sitting on the side, the sunlight came in through the glass door and hit her face.

Zheng Shuiyu chatted with her and asked, how old are you and do you have a boyfriend.

Kiyo said: Yes.

This "yes" surprised Zheng Shuiyu. Like all middle-aged women who are curious, she actually wanted to answer: "Maybe Auntie will introduce you to one?"

Actually, "Yes".

"How do you look, handsome?"

Kiyo lowered his head, wiped the rag repeatedly on one side of the table, with a faint smile on his lips: "Handsome."

"Do you have money at home?"

Kiyo thought for a while: "Yes."

"How are you doing?"

"Okay."

Zheng Shuiyu was a little puzzled: "Then how can he rest assured that you, a girl, will come out and work in such a small place?"

Kiyo said: "He is busy."

Speaking with confidence, Zheng Shuiyu couldn't understand her.

The next second, she entered the back kitchen. Zheng Shuiyu's husband, He Qiang, is the chef. He has a good knife skill and is cutting potatoes into strips.

He taught Muyo: "Fingers should be bent, and the back of the hand should touch the knife, so that the hand will not be cut. The knife must be fast, and when it is fast enough, the knife will be a piece of light..."

Actually, He Qiang is far from reaching that level, he just flirts in front of the little girl.

Kiyo said: "I will try."

She made a few tentative cuts, and then her hands became faster and faster, and the blade and the chopping board hit each other, like fast-paced music.

After cutting one, another, the chopping board is full of thin light yellow shredded potatoes, an elegant work of art.

He Qiang opened his mouth wide to watch, Zheng Shuiyu and Zheng Li were both attracted by the sound, and poked their heads in from the kitchen door.

Reach out and touch again, the basin is empty, and the potatoes have been cut.

Kiyo picked up the knife and threw it hard at the cutting board. The corner of the kitchen knife was chopped into the board, and it stood upright, like a strong note when the music suddenly stopped.

Then turned around, facing the closed mouths of the three people, bent their knees, lowered their heads, and lifted their aprons, like a ballet swan at the curtain call.

He went out with a giggle, feeling comfortable.

Zheng Shuiyu felt that this waiter was really worth recruiting.

Maybe I can give Kiyo a salary increase next month, so that she won't get angry and get poached and run away.

***

This evening, it was just after dinner time and before supper time, so it happened to be a round of free time.

Kiyo sat at the entrance of the restaurant, looking at the red public phone booth across the street.

Then took a pen and paper, and lay down on the table to write something. After finishing writing, he looked up at Zheng Li and beckoned her to come over.

Zheng Li likes her for no reason, she just likes to follow her and trot all the way to her.

Kiyo said: "Are you rich? Do me a favor."

She wanted to make a phone call, but she had just started work, and she hadn't had time to pay her wages in advance, and she only had two dimes of steel coins in her pocket.

Zheng Li quickly nodded: "Yes!"

The two squeezed into the phone booth, and Kiyo turned around and closed the door. After Zheng Li put in the coin, she slowly pressed down a string of cell phone numbers. While waiting, she slipped the note to Zheng Li, saying: " Read accordingly."

With the help of street lamps and all kinds of lights in the alley, Zheng Li saw the line of words clearly, she was a little confused, looked at Kiyo, and wanted to ask: Why?

Kiyo was leaning against the glass surface of the phone booth, with her head tilted slightly, and the sleeves of her checkered shirt were rolled up, revealing her fair arms.

The eyes are gentle and calm, the long hair brushes over the shoulders, and the light from behind casts a soft halo.

Zheng Li felt that if he was a man, he would almost fall in love with her.

The phone was connected, and a man's deep voice came from the other end: "Hello?"

Zheng Li was taken aback, and hurriedly held up the note, and stuttered to read it in her non-standard Mandarin.

"Hello, our company specializes in all kinds of real estate, with discounted commission and good service. It is your best choice for investing in real estate..."

The phone is hung up.

Zheng Li was holding the note, a little at a loss, while Kiyo lowered his head and kept laughing.

After a while, she said softly: "I'm really impatient."

After finishing speaking, he pushed the door and walked towards the restaurant with brisk steps.

Zheng Li followed closely behind, chasing and asking: "Sister Mu Mu, is this your enemy? You deliberately called to punish me?"

There was a sound of shouting from the end of the alley, and Kiyo turned his head to look. A group of gangsters, carrying boxes of beer, were walking towards the direction of the restaurant. They were either bare-chested or wearing loose clothes. They are not very old, probably only ten years old.

Kiyo said: "Hurry up, the supper stall is about to open."

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