Bustling downtown area, street night market.

Gu Qizhou and Yanjiu sat on both sides of a small low table.

Gu Qizhou was dressed in a white Taoist robe, with an air of immortality.

Yanjiu wore a warm white sweater and a peaked cap on his head. Even though he looked youthful and bright, he still had a cold feeling about him.

There were two bottles of beer on the low table, where Gu Qizhou poured himself a glass of beer.

Yanjiu is holding a writing brush in his hand, writing and drawing on a piece of rice paper. There is also a Qimen turntable next to the rice paper.

His eyebrows were calm, but his writing was fast and messy. Gu Qizhou glanced at the inkstone and asked slowly:

"Xiaojiu, are you annoyed too?"

Yanjiu's expression remained unchanged: "I didn't expect that the old man would leave such a hexagram before he left. Once he leaves this hexagram, we will have to meddle in a lot of other things."

Gu Qizhou sighed: "As expected of my junior brother, he really follows me, he has the good character of being ruthless and mindless."

As he spoke, a plate gradually appeared on Yanjiu's paper.

Gu Qizhou raised his eyebrows: "Qi Men? It's rare to see you using Qi Men..."

Yanjiu's voice turned cold: "Why didn't you say that I rarely do fortune-telling for cities?"

Looking at the table, Yanjiu's face gradually became serious:

“This whole game is in chaos, not only Yan Yang but also Zhao Yao are involved.

Chaos emerged from Yanyang, and the city center and even the ostentatious occupation of Yanyang were very fierce.

This hexagram finally points directly to the southwest. "

Yanjiu tapped the paper and said in a light voice: "Senior brother, what is there in the southwest?"

"Southwest? As far as I know, it's Kunlun..."

Hearing this, Yanjiu raised his head and stared directly at Gu Qizhou: "Kunlun? Senior brother, you have such a big idea."

Gu Qizhou raised his glass and took another sip of beer:

"Is it just me who is too imaginative? Xiaojiu, you have been very irritable ever since this painting was completed. I'm afraid this painting involves a lot of things."

Yanjiu tore off the messy paper he had drawn on and took out a new one:

"Start again..."

……

The night wind was a bit cold, and the roadside stalls were filled with oily smoke.

According to common sense, Nan He would never come to a place like this, but he came here to arrest someone tonight.

An ancient map of the association was stolen.

Fortunately, every ancient book in the association was sprinkled with medicinal powder that could be traced, so Nan He personally led people to chase them to this stall.

Far away, I saw Yanjiu sitting in the middle of the commotion and writing under the dim light.

It was a very contradictory picture. The young man in a white sweater and a peaked cap should have looked youthful.

But Yanjiu's back was straight and he was holding a brush in his hand. Every move he made showed an ancient charm.

And sitting across from Yanjiu...huh? Gu Qizhou?

Nan He stepped forward, the hem of his windbreaker swaying, and he looked elegant and elegant.

He came to Yanjiu's table and looked around with a frown.

Yanjiu didn't even raise his head. He was in a bad mood now and was too lazy to pretend to smile at Nan He:

"President, night markets are like this. If the tables and chairs are not clean, just stand..."

Nan He was a little frustrated, but what Yan Jiu said was indeed true, although he felt that Yan Jiu was mocking him.

Ignoring Yan Jiu, Nan He looked at Gu Qizhou: "Why is Master Gu here?"

Gu Qizhou put down his chopsticks calmly, raised his head and smiled at Nan He:

"Yanjiu said today that I am happy with him. Since Yanjiu is here, I will naturally follow him here and sit at the same table with him."

Yanjiu continued what Gu Qizhou said: "Although Master Gu is stalking me, I still have no thoughts about Master Gu."

Nan He looked strange, his eyes lingering between Yan Jiu and Nan He.

Gu Qizhou raised his cup and suddenly laughed:

"Nan He, don't take it seriously. Yanjiu and I are just joking with you."

Yan Jiu finally raised his head and glanced at Nan He teasingly:

"Don't worry, with President Nanhe's IQ, he will definitely not take it seriously."

Nan He didn't know why, but he saw a teasing expression on Yan Jiu's face.

There seems to be a big contrast between this person during the day and night.

But Nan He didn't pay too much attention, he still found a chair and sat down.

Looking at the stains on the chair, he frowned slightly, but his posture was calm.

Yanjiu: "Don't you think it's dirty?"

Nan He spread his hands and said, "Just throw away the dirty clothes."

Immediately, he looked around: "Have you seen anyone suspicious?"

Gu Qizhou pointed to a small building on the side of the road: "Yes, the person you are looking for is on the second floor."

Yanjiu continued to finish his attack: "I just saw him burning something on the second floor. The burned things didn't have any ash at all, but disappeared out of thin air. It's really interesting."

Nan He: "..." The ancient map has been moved?

Taking out his mobile phone, Nan He called his subordinates: "The person is on the second floor of No. 36 Qingzhou Road. The things have been moved. Come and arrest the person."

After hanging up the phone, Nan He rubbed his wrist, hesitated for a moment, and then took out a handkerchief from the inner pocket of his windbreaker.

The handkerchief is plain, but the name is still outlined in gold thread in the corner.

Yan Jiu glanced at it and said calmly: "It's really exquisite hypocrisy."

Hearing this, Nan He smiled harshly: "The environment in which I grew up destined me to be refined. Even if I am pretentious, I am still better than some people."

Nan He was talking about Yanjiu's background, but he didn't dwell on the topic.

Changing the topic, he asked Yan Jiu: "How do you know Shanzhu Gu?"

Yan Jiu coolly said: "As an illegitimate child, after wandering around for a long time, I know more people."

Saying that, Yan Jiu raised his head and looked at Nan He, his peach blossom eyes twinkling unconsciously:

"Look, don't we know each other now?"

Nan He looked into Yan Jiu's eyes and suddenly felt that such a pair of beautiful eyes really shouldn't be paired with such a tough mouth.

Looking at the messy paper on the nine sides of the inkstone, Nan He continued to ask: "What are you drawing?"

Yan Jiu ignored Nan He. He put away the compass on the table, balled up the paper on the table, and threw it into the trash can, but he missed.

Yanjiu walked to the trash can without shame, bent down, picked up the paper and threw it in again.

Then he left this noisy stall without looking back.

Nan He looked at Yan Jiu's leaving figure and felt completely baffled:

"I provoked him, and he just started to have sex with me."

Gu Qizhou quickly poured a glass of beer for Nan He and comforted him: "He was in a bad mood and had a bad temper just now. He was drinking and drinking."

Glancing at the small glass in Gu Qizhou's hand, there were scratches on it.

Nan He frowned in disgust and quickly refused:

"This cup is extremely dirty, and the store is also dirty. Master Gu, let me invite you to eat French food."

Gu Qizhou: "..." Nan He really deserves to be retorted by Yan Jiu.

"Master Gu Shan?"

Gu Qizhou waved his hand towards Nan He and said seriously: "Monks don't eat French food."

……

Yanjiu was indeed in a bad mood.

On the way home, he was thinking a lot. He didn't know what the so-called disaster was, and he couldn't distinguish the so-called justice or evil.

There were gradually fewer pedestrians on the road, and it started to snow lightly.

Yanjiu raised his head and suddenly saw a man squatting in front of him, feeding a kitten.

The street lamp stretched the man's shadow very long, which seemed a little melancholy from a distance, but the man's movements of feeding the cat were gentle.

Yanjiu fished around in his schoolbag and took out a canned cat.

I bought this for my two ancestors, but it doesn’t matter if they miss one meal.

Yanjiu walked up to the man and squatted down together. He touched the cat's head and opened the canned cat.

Yanjiu: "I also have cats at home, and they like to eat this."

Hearing this, the man finally turned his head and glanced at Yanjiu. He nodded politely towards Yanjiu, then stood up and left.

It was the face of a young man. Different from the gentle feeling when feeding a cat, the young man's face was actually quite handsome, but the whole person gave off a dull and inarticulate feeling.

Very depressing and very peaceful.

Yan Jiu suddenly remembered that he should have seen this face today, it was Nan He's subordinate, always standing quietly in the corner, waiting for Nan He's instructions.

At that time, Yanjiu was just thinking that all the workers in the world had a face full of bitterness and hatred.

From this point of view, working at Shang Jing's place is really good.

At the same time, Nan He was calling Shang Jing, threatening to complain to Yanjiu, but Shang Jing hung up the phone coldly.

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