Zhu Tong watched Miss Zhou's Nissan car leave, and then walked to Qin Keqiang's taxi. He was still wondering: Is his face red? Miss Zhou's face seemed red, right? Zhu Tong could imagine what would happen after he got in the car.
Yes, Ms. Zhou is certainly very attractive, but the little liar is not in the mood.
"Where are you going, sir?" Qin Keqiang started the car and asked the guest professionally.
Zhu Tong lay back in his seat without saying anything, turned on the interior lights, and stared at the doll hanging on the rearview mirror.
It has blue hair, blue robes, and blue skin; the doll is in the shape of a standard ancient Chinese accountant, with a golden abacus in its left hand and a tube of ink pen in its right hand.
"This is very unique. Where did you buy it?" Zhu Tong played the golden abacus, and the golden bell hanging below it could still make a soft sound.
"A gift from a guest." Qin Keqiang still had a quiet expression and was also looking at the doll.
"What a generous guest, please send me to Zijin Mansion, where I live now."
As the taxi started to move, Zhu Tong closed his eyes and rested, thinking about Qin Keqiang's identity. Was the blue doll a gift from a guest? You're lying. From the perspective of a little liar, that golden abacus is real gold.
The ink pen is made of red gold and is sewn entirely by hand. No one can buy a doll with such exquisite workmanship.
Zhu Tong didn't speak, and Qin Keqiang didn't speak either. They concentrated on driving the taxi in the traffic.
When Zijin Haoyuan arrived, Zhu Tong took out his wallet. Qin Keqiang shook his head and said: "I won't charge you this time. Sir, please don't make Miss Qin too sad. She recognizes me as her eldest brother."
"Qin Miao, is she okay?" Zhu Tong didn't get out of the car or pay.
Qin Keqiang nodded: "Miss Qin is very good now. Although she is not as beautiful as Miss Su, nor as lucky as Miss Su, she only has you in her heart. You are playing a game, she is not."
"Who are you?" Zhu Tong's eyes flashed coldly. Qin Keqiang was indeed not simple. He actually knew Ye Er and said such words. Although it was in a pleading tone, it had its own majesty.
"I'm a driver, you can treat me as a friend. We have common friends." Qin Keqiang turned his head and said calmly.
"Friend?" Zhu Tong was confused.
"It's a friend. You have my phone number. If you need anything, you can call me. You can also call me in the car. I don't charge you any money. As long as you are nice to Miss Qin. Mr. Li, you can get out of the car now." Qin Keqiang
He leaned forward and opened Zhu Tong's car door.
Zhu Tong had no choice but to get out of the car and watched the taxi turn around, drive into the sea of cars, and disappear in the distant lights.
There are two roads in Zijin Mansion that lead to the high-rise apartment where he lives. Zhu Tong is taking the most tortuous one, passing through flowers and crossing a small bridge, with a cobblestone flower path at his feet. Zhu Tong feels a
The invisible hand and the black gun showed some clues in Zhangjiajie, but it never appeared again after arriving in Phoenix City. Because of Ye'er, this feeling gradually became blurred for him.
Qin Keqiang's appearance reminds the little liar that Jianghu has always existed, and someone is watching him from a distance.
Zhu Tong took out the phone card used to contact his senior brother and put it into his Samsung mobile phone.
The phone was connected, and the senior brother's voice was very excited: "Junior brother, where are you?"
"Shanghai, are you coming?"
"Haha, I don't have time to go there for fun now. It's the end of the year and I want to see my senior brother and give him some money. Junior brother, are you going?"
"I won't go this time. Say hello to Senior Brother for me."
"Okay, junior brother, I found a real old monk and he is teaching me how to recite sutras. It's very interesting. There are really bluffing things in the sutras. From now on, I will be a real master."
"Brother, the Master is not interesting. Living Buddhas are now popular." The little liar was stimulated by the world and his brain became smarter. "You'd better go to the Tibetan area and find a lamasery to study for a few days. It's best to hire a Living Buddha as a signboard.
I think you should be in the dark. You have many temples now. It should be no problem to hire a living Buddha. What you want is incense money, and what the living Buddha wants is incense and believers. I have seen several living Buddhas in Sichuan and Tibet.
They are very young. They go to India and spend money to buy the title of Living Buddha, which is similar to that of a village chief. Time is money. The earlier you start a class, the better. Learning in practice is faster than studying the scriptures."
"Is this good? I'm afraid that it would be easy to invite the Buddha, but it would be difficult for the Buddha." The owner of Xiaoyun Village was very interested in his little junior brother's whimsical ideas, but he was worried that it would not end well.
"Hmph! What's so difficult? Who doesn't come out here just for money? Living Buddhas are also human beings, not Buddhas. If he doesn't want to leave, just ask him to put down his arrogance and obey. If you have a few Living Buddhas as your subordinates, I will also take advantage of you."
"That won't work. News has spread in the past few days. Eighteen days ago, the Bamboo Taoist priest and the Living Buddha Suowonda invited by the Golden Buddha fought at the Red Cloud Golden Summit of Fanjing Mountain. The result was that there was no winner or loser, and both of them suffered badly.
's injury."
"Eighteen days ago? We were in Phoenix City at that time. Senior brother, is there any connection between this and Monk Wuxu finding us?"
Zhu Tong felt a thump in his heart. Mei Lanting had also said this, but at that time he thought about it for a moment and put it aside. Firstly, he didn't dare to believe Mei Yatou's words easily, and secondly, he wanted to see the opponent's trump card.
.Now that this news has spread to the world, we must face it carefully no matter what.
Fanjing Mountain is only a hundred miles away from Phoenix City. If you say that the fight has nothing to do with them, you would be lying to yourself; since that fight two hundred years ago, Weizang Butian Temple has become the foundation of the first-class Golden Buddha.
Where; Suowonda Living Buddha is the current living Buddha in charge of Butian Temple, and his ability is as you can imagine. Zhu Tong thought that if he had real ability, Master Zhu Huang would probably not be his opponent.
The Bamboo Taoist priest intervened to intercept Suowonda Living Buddha at Hongyun Jinding and was injured. Who was this favor given to?
"There are masters in Tibet, it's best for us not to provoke them now." Master Xiaoyun was a little sad; Zhu Tong secretly hated his former master, who hid all his skills and refused to teach his disciples, and that's why he ended up in the seventh-grade Zhu Sect now.
With such a decline, be careful everywhere.
"I saw Master, he is not dead." Zhu Tong said.
There was a scream on the phone, and the second senior brother didn't know what to say.
"You can treat him as dead. Master has already--I kicked him out of the Zhumen. I will give him the one million he asked for. From now on, we will have no master. The Phoenix Mask is here with me. Senior brother, you
Come take it away when you want and hand it over to your uncle."
Zhu Tong didn't say what the old liar Master had done, but the owner of Xiaoyun Village generally understood that something unspeakable must have happened, otherwise Zhu Tong would not have been able to capture the Phoenix Mask.
After the call ended, Zhu Tong was still thinking about the battle between the Bamboo Taoist Priest and the Living Buddha Suowonda at the Red Cloud Golden Summit. What a glorious battle it was? On the one hand, he regretted that he was not at the scene, and on the other hand, he faced his low self-esteem;
For the first time in his life, the little liar's heart surged with the pride of conquering the world.
Back in the apartment, light shines through the bedroom.
Zhu Tong's heart was beating fast and he ran over without changing his shoes.
Orange light fills the room. Ye'er is sitting in front of the big window, her paintbrush resting on the picture frame. The curtains and bedding have been replaced with new ones, and the goose-yellow plaid is elegant and warm.
The apartment has central air conditioning and the temperature is suitable. Ye'er is not wearing a police uniform. He wears a white thin sweater on the upper body and gray cotton pants on the lower body. He looks like a homely person. Zhu Tong has seen this outfit before going to Xiangxi.
In my son's boudoir.
Ye'er put down the brush: "Are you drunk? Director Li." He floated lightly to Zhu Tong's side. At this moment, Ye'er had an astonishing beauty in Zhu Tong's eyes, and his ambitions in the world suddenly collapsed.
No matter what the situation is in the world, as long as Ye'er is by his side, nothing else matters.
"Ah, what are you here?" Ye'er saw the blood stains on Zhu Tong's shirt.
"I encountered an emergency when I was off work. I was so focused on rescuing the patient that I didn't bother to change clothes." Zhu Tong felt a little embarrassed when he said this. In fact, he didn't do much.
However, Ye'er looked very touched and gently took off his coat for him: "Rescued?"
"Yes, he is very young."
Ye'er stroked her chest and exhaled, scolding like a wife to her late husband: "It stinks so much, it smells so strong. Don't drink so much from now on. Aren't you in the office? How can you rescue patients?"
"If you encounter one, you can't just ignore it, right?"
"You are the doctor! I forgot, you are always kind. Go take a shower and change all your clothes."
Zhu Tong smiled silly, and was pushed into the bathroom by Ye'er, who carefully washed every part of her body under warm water.
"Li Xiang, your clothes."
The bathroom door was open a crack, and his white hands were holding up brand new underwear and pajamas. Zhu Tong had the urge to pull her in, but he couldn't resist such a cruel move, so he took it obediently. Ye'er chuckled and closed the door.
.
After washing, my whole body felt refreshed and my mood felt refreshed.
Zhu Tong put on his pajamas, which Ye Er must have bought newly. He had never seen them before.
"Huang Hai got your luggage back. Shen Die, why are there so many books? Also, he said you are a donkey traveler, and these equipments are all professional grade."
Ye'er's voice came from the study room. Zhu Tong walked in and saw several boxes he had checked in on the ground; Ye'er was sorting his books at the book price. Beside the window was his travel backpack, imported goods.
Coupled with the tent fragments inside, those who don’t know how to do it will know that it is not used by ordinary travelers.
"You must have been to many places, right? Do you have any photos? Show them to me. I really want to see what you were like when you were a child."
Zhu Tong had no childhood at all. He had been wandering around the rivers and lakes with the old liar since he could remember. Where could there be any photos? So, the little liar pretended to clean his glasses and said nonchalantly: "It's in that little bag.
,Hey, where’s my little bag, the red one.”
Ye'er also searched nervously, but of course found nothing. The so-called red packet did not exist at all.
Acting pays attention to authenticity. Zhu Tong sat on the wooden floor a little frustrated: "I have sorted it out, and all the photos are in it. The ones my mother left behind, and those from school, are all in there. How could they be lost?"
Over there, Ye'er was more anxious than him. This was inevitable. All the photos of his sweetheart were lost, including the photos of his parents. It was really a big deal!