Seven Evil Slips Chapter 1:

It is said that a cold wave hit the whole country.

Even the always warm ancient city was swept away by the tail of the cold wave. The sky was cloudy with light rain. In the words of the poisonous little girl next to me: Everyone has become a tortoise, shrinking their necks and hands , I wish I could walk all over the street wrapped in a quilt.

At this time, sitting in a warm bar with music playing and the aroma of ground coffee from time to time is a winner in life.

Complacent, Brother Mao stepped on the stool to climb up, took out the nail he was biting in his mouth, and smashed it into the wall with a hammer, and took off the hanging painting from his neck, and hung it up solemnly.

It was an enlarged photo, with a snow mountain in the foreground and a Land Cruiser off-road vehicle on the snow in the foreground. There were two people standing beside the front of the car. One was a woman in a thick black down jacket with long hair. The other is a middle-aged man in a red cassock, smiling, with calm eyes, and the corners of the cassock are gently lifted by the wind.

A guest behind him said, "Hey, this is Yunnan too? Where? Yulong doesn't snow so much."

Brother Mao said: "Good eyesight, look at the overwhelming snow, it's in northern Tibet."

The guest came to look at it with his hands behind his back, and gestured to the lama: "This is not an ordinary lama, is it?"

"No, the living * Buddha is in charge of the boss temple."

Brother Mao's tone is proud: "They are all my friends!"

Actually, it was exaggerated. The person who took the photo with the living * Buddha and took this photo is indeed his friend, but he has never seen the living * Buddha Sangzhu in the photo.

He got off the stool carefully.

There is a student-like girl in the corner looking up at the wall of photos: "Northern Tibet for a while, Gannan for a while, and Yadan Devil City. Brother Mao likes Saibei, and he doesn't say anything about it." Our Suzhou Gardens, Nanjing Ming Tombs.”

Brother Mao's neck stalked: "Jiangnan made of paper, Saibei made of iron, have you heard of it? Made of iron, hit it, bang! It can withstand the snow and wind, I just like it!"

The boss is not young anymore, and he likes to compete. There was a roar of laughter in the bar, and someone booed: "Then go to northern Tibet to open a shop."

Brother Mao smiled, but said nothing.

Pack up your tools and go to the backyard. It's almost dark, and the kitchen is starting to work.

——Then open a shop in northern Tibet?

It can't be done, he thought, he is powerless, let alone dragging his family with him now, even if he is alone, his body will not be able to withstand the torment of strong wind, heavy snow, great joy and great sorrow.

He sat down on the steps, lit a cigarette, and when the smoke rose, he hummed Gannan's Tibetan tune.

Just snorted, Maowa ran over and said, "Dad, it's time to eat."

Brother Mao got up and patted the dirt on his buttocks: "Did I call you Uncle God?"

"Called, he said he was on a hunger strike."

Hunger strike again?

Don’t let it go, it’s not once or twice. Brother Mao walked two steps towards the “cultural room” where Shenzhu lived, and shouted with his neck: “Come on! Those who climb over the wall to buy biscuits are... Sun... smashed!"

When we entered the kitchen, the food was ready and served. During the meal, Mrs. Mao said, "I haven't eaten for two days."

"Let him go," Brother Mao said, "Anyway, if you don't starve to death, you can save some food for the country."

"Otherwise, just agree. I will lose a few nights' rent."

Brother Mao stared: "Don't, it doesn't make sense, it doesn't matter."

***

The magic stick came a few days ago, and every year, he would come here many times. He was like a free-spirited migratory bird, and he flew here again.

Brother Mao looked down on his literary style, saying, is he a migratory bird with endocrine disorders? Migratory birds fly here once or twice a year, how many times have you come here?

But this time, it's different from the past, the magic stick is coy, always leaning in front of Brother Mao, hesitating to speak.

Brother Mao is very straightforward: "If you fart, let it go."

The magic stick said: "Little Maomao, it's like this. I have a few good friends, and we have a good relationship. Among them, there is a young couple. I want them to get married here and live in our 'peak. Tangjian', soak up the happiness in the room, and bring a little happiness to the room."

Brother Mao said: "Then let them book a room."

The magic stick said: "Oh, little maomao, it's so rare to book a room."

The smile was extremely enthusiastic, and Brother Mao gradually understood from this smile: "Hey, are you here to recruit sponsors?"

"Well."

"How many people?"

"Not... not sure, five or six... seven or eight."

"How late is it?"

Seeing Brother Mao's friendly face, the magic stick thinks there is a way: "Get married, play for two more days, walk around, no matter what you do, it will take... four or five nights."

Brother Mao continued to be pleasant: "You opened a shop?"

The **** stick drooped his head and fell silent.

Brother Mao squinted at him: "I really don't want to say you, you have dealt with ghosts too much, you don't know how to deal with human affairs, right—my shop, let you give it away, why? Ah, you think I love you."

The **** stick said in a low voice: "So, I am discussing with you."

"It's not negotiable, it's a matter of principle."

The magic stick complained: "Xiao Mao Mao, we are good friends."

"Because I'm a friend, I want to teach you a thorough understanding. Don't make blind promises about things you're not sure about, let alone make promises with others."

"Just this once..."

"One time is called an exception, not broken."

"Then I agreed, what a shame..."

"It's okay, remember to be hard when you fall."

"Little Maomao, they are all good people..."

Brother Mao pointed to the star painting on the side of the bar: "Is she pretty?"

It was a movie poster, and the woman in the photo was blond and blue-eyed and had a provocative posture. I couldn't tell what Brother Mao meant: "It looks good."

"She is beautiful, she is a sun, she shines on the people around her, what does it matter to me? Your friend is a good person, I don't care if you go to absorb the light and heat. There are many good people in the world, all with me Does it matter, am I tired?"

…

After that, the magic stick went on a hunger strike.

Sister-in-law Mao is a woman with a soft heart. She can't help being frightened. Seeing that the magic stick really doesn't eat, she is unavoidably worried. Brother Mao said that she must not be shaken. Well, man, his hunger strike is amazing. If he went on a hunger strike, everything would come his way, so why didn't he go on a hunger strike to regain the Diaoyu Islands?

After dinner, he gave Maowa one hundred yuan.

"Tomorrow... or tonight, you go buy a KFC family bucket and put it under his window. If necessary, take a hair dryer and blow the fragrance into his room..."

***

Lijiang, gathering and parting depends on fate.

It was still bustling, the voices were noisy, Yi San missed a glass, and the broken glass got stuck in the mouth of the sink, he didn't care, he just grabbed it with his bare hands when cleaning up.

After cleaning, look at the hands, there were three or four cuts, but soon, the blood was retracted, and the cuts healed quickly.

13,000 muttered: "Handsome!"

Then when he raised his head, he shivered suddenly.

Yan Hongsha came over at some point, holding an empty tray and staring at him.

Said: "What are you talking about, you are afraid that people will not know, right? Do you know what it means to be low-key?"

Ten thousand and three embarrassments, knowing that I am wrong.

The upper body of the seven fierce Janes, everyone has a phoenix tattoo. Everyone agrees that it cannot be just a stamped certification.

It is said in the silk book that the power of the seven stars, attached to the body, changes the heart, devours the good and promotes the evil, strengthens the body, makes it sensitive to action, and even returns to life-I think back then, a weak person like Yafeng, fierce Jane was extremely ferocious after she got on her body, and now everyone has 1.4 roots, and Jane's viciousness has been sealed again, so... don't they look like supermen?

Three thousand and three want to try.

Yan Hongsha was angry: "How many times has Luo Ren ordered you? Don't make it public, we will be in trouble if it gets out. Everyone is so low-key, can't you be more honest?"

As she was speaking, Cao Yanhua passed behind her on her mobile phone.

These days, Cao Yanhua is busy repairing the relationship with his family on the phone, although this repair has not worked so far.

"I can't explain to you what I'm doing now. I can only say that I'm not an ordinary person now. I'm very different, okay? My whole personality is different. Don't ask me from a worldly perspective. Is it?"

…

10,000 gave Yan Hongsha a sideways glance, which means: This is low-key?

In the corner, Huo Zihong and Luo Ren sat on both sides of the table. It was rare that there was no wine on the table, but teacups.

Luo Ren pours tea for Huo Zihong.

Huo Zihong looked down at the tea that was bubbling in the cup, and said in a leisurely manner: "I don't want a matchmaker? You just bring it up?"

"Yes, this is sincere."

"Where are the parents? Don't show up?"

"Aunt Hong knows about the situation in my family. No one can represent me except myself."

Huo Zihong let out an "um" and didn't speak for a while.

She didn't know what to say, but she was reluctant to let her nod her head and say "yes".

Looking at Luo Ren on weekdays, I feel that everything is fine, and I feel relieved when I leave it to him, but when it really comes to this time, I suddenly feel awkward.

Yes, Kiyo was not born to me, but I have raised him as a daughter for so many years. You suddenly appeared, talked about the dowry, and then took him away. Why?

Huo Zihong doesn't drink tea: "I have to think about it."

She pushed the teacup away, got up and left.

Luo Ren smiled wryly.

Unexpected, but also expected, before he came, Uncle Zheng reminded him: "It's not that easy to take someone else's daughter away, no matter what happens, you have to be put in two ways."

Looking up, at the bar, Yan Hongsha, Cao Yanhua, and ten thousand three stood in a row, with sympathy written all over their faces.

Strange, what are you sympathizing with? Luo Ren's teeth itched in anger: No matter how bad the master is, no matter how rejected the marriage is, he is still far ahead of you guys, right?

The phone rang, and God beat him with a stick, and asked him: "How is your progress there?"

Earlier, when they were separated after returning from Hangu Pass, the magic stick reminded him: "Don't forget, when is the wedding that we agreed to go to my friend's inn?"

Luo Ren replied: "This is not a trivial matter. Even if it is done in private, Mushio's family must nod. I will talk about it after I come to propose a marriage."

Now, the magic stick comes to ask.

——How is your progress there?

Luo Ren said calmly: "It's good, there's no problem, what about your friend, is it convenient? After all, we don't know your friend well..."

The magic stick doesn't care: "My friend is your friend. Besides, who am I, it's a matter of one sentence!"

That's right, think about Wan Fenghuo, who never takes money for his help, and his WeChat nickname - stick bathed in the love of friends, the word "caring" is enough to explain everything.

Before hanging up the phone, Luo Ren asked, "What's the sound on your end? Decoration?"

God stick calmly: "Yes, decoration."

***

Hung up the phone, Shenstick was furious, and pushed open the door with a bang and came out.

The fur baby who was blowing the KFC bucket with the hair dryer on was startled, stumbled and tripped the electric plug-in - thanks to them, there was no socket outside the room, so it took so long The mop board comes over.

The sound of the hair dryer stopped suddenly.

Not far away, Brother Mao said coolly: "Yo, stick, come out. What's the matter, no hunger strike? Can't hold back anymore? Come, eat, you're welcome."

Mao Wa very cooperatively sent the whole family bucket to the **** stick.

Shen stick pushed the whole family bucket away with a serious face, and said a word that struck the floor.

"I don't eat. Chicken is the eternal friend of mankind."