death of mountain god

Zhou Li and Chen Heng looked at each other and looked at each other.

"What's your move?"

"The dryad can achieve synaesthesia through hard work the day after tomorrow, but it takes a lot of brainpower, and it will be very tiring if it takes too long."

Zhou Li was envious from the bottom of his heart: "It's nice to be a demon."

Chen Heng explained: "You have to know that there are so many trees in Baiyu Mountain, but only one phoenix tree has taken shape, and it is thanks to the power of Xiaoyuan."

The big tree grows more and more lush, but people are getting old step by step. Zhou Li didn't know how to face these old people when he was old. Then he thought about it, anyway, he is still young now, so why bother with others.

Before leaving, he saw Third Sister Zhao drawing wooden horses again. This should be the batch of wooden horses left by Zhao Jihe. Third Sister Zhao may continue to live like this. The world changes every few years, and there will always be new things.

She is like countless craftsmen who do the same thing day after day—memory, the appearance of machines can sweep the entire industry into the grave, but it cannot destroy the obsession of a single individual. It doesn't matter what kind of feelings she holds, as long as she doesn't want to forget, she won't forget.

The rain stopped long ago without warning, and the moon and stars are scarce tonight.

This time it can be called returning without success, Zhou Li lay flat on the bed, his mind was filled with the little black snake on the inner wall of the Trojan horse.

It was difficult to fall asleep because he kept thinking about things in his heart. He tossed and turned, and after changing countless positions, he decided to climb up the bay window and stand on his head.

There are still a few windows with lights on on the opposite side, Zhou Li counts them carefully from top to bottom, tsk, Shen Yuntan's bedroom.

He only hated that he didn't buy binoculars with his brother in the lower berth when he was in college. It was so far away, and he would have to be a monster if he wanted to see clearly with the naked eye.

It's not too good, if Shen Yuntan also has such a hobby in private, and the two of them saw the mirror barrel facing the mirror barrel, wouldn't they have experienced the most embarrassing moment in their lives?It's nothing to him, Shen Yuntan has to give his image of Guangfeng Jiyue a disgrace.

The small theater was living like a marquee in his mind, but his nerves became more and more active. Zhou Yue moved his arms, changed his face and continued to stand on his head, facing the two dark wardrobes to cultivate drowsiness.

People are sleepy when they are tired. Zhou Li knows this well. After standing on his head intermittently for more than ten minutes, he found his arms sore as he wished, and finally lay down on the bed without moving.

The next day, Monday working day, the traffic in Old Street finally eased.

"Chen Cha? Boss, does your house sell fruit tea?"

Early in the morning, Chen Heng wanted to take advantage of Monday night to open the door. Hearing this sound, Xiao Bu, a diligent child, got up to sweep the floor and wipe the table as usual.

"Chen is the surname, and most of the teas in the shop are new, and the fruit tea you mentioned can also be mixed." Xiaobu's voice was as clear as a pool of clear water, "You can check the price list over there for details, and those with red hearts can be made fresh. "

The name of the shop is a tea shop, but it has actually been changed by Zhou Li to a tea-based beverage shop. Most of the loose tea leaves sell poorly, but the tea gift boxes are selling well. The packaging is made of iron cylinders and wrapped in square cartons. , placed in a conspicuous position at the door.

Chen Heng washed up hastily and went downstairs. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something, cleared his throat and shouted, "Chen Yuan, are you going to the hospital today?"

Yao doesn’t have any infection problem, of course he can bleed himself, but the hospital can greatly reduce the pain, so now when Yao has such needs, he will choose to go to the hospital for operation. Of course, except for Chen Heng, he has always believed that doctors can see through it at a glance. His details.

No one answered for a long time, he squinted his eyes, walked around the corner, and glanced at Chen Yuan's small bedroom.

The door is wide open, and the beds, tables and stools are neatly arranged, just like Zhou Li's military training days.

"Oh, it's really like a youth hostel here, and I don't even say hello..."

"She beat her, you didn't hear it." Hearing his muttering, Blake couldn't help justifying the name of the innocent.

"Really? Maybe I slept too deeply." Chen Heng didn't blush at all, and lay down in his old mahogany armchair, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Boss, your environment here is really nice."

Sitting next to her was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, wearing the uniform of a local high school. Her hair was naturally curly, yellow, and slightly frizzy. She tied her ponytail with a red string. She just ordered a cup of green tea with milk and was excited. He vigorously took off the lid of the cup, and licked the milk layer mixed with tea powder one mouthful at a time.

"Thank you for the compliment. Serve the people." Compared to those big bosses with money in their pockets, Chen Heng prefers to deal with this kind of kids. They are simple and well-behaved. Drink a cup of tea, and then rush to school to attend class.

The little girl seemed preoccupied and didn't leave for a long time. Blake walked up to her and asked, "Sister, aren't you going to school today? It's almost time."

At the same time, Chen Heng dialed a number, and the other person answered very quickly: "Old Chen, I'm stuck in traffic, let's talk back."

Without saying a word, Chen Heng had no choice but to say "The call is over".

"I asked for sick leave today." The little girl put down the glass in her hand, "Little cutie, are you an employee here?"

Blake blinked his blue eyes: "No, I will go to school after the summer vacation, this is my home."

The little girl whispered to him: "Don't be afraid, it is illegal to employ child labor. Without the support of our parents, let's go to the orphanage and not be tortured by this unscrupulous boss."

Chen Heng turned his back and smiled, and he didn't blame the little girl for thinking too much, Xiaobu's mixed race is not considered, and they are obviously of completely different races, no matter how you think about it, they can't be a family.

Blake leaned forward and kissed the little girl's cheek, his lips were soft, and there was a little watermark: "Thank you, I am an orphan, the boss kindly adopted me, taught me the language, and sent me to elementary school."

The little girl paused, looked at the flow of people outside the window and said: "Happiness and unhappiness are the secrets inside the four walls. Although the walls have ears, they have no tongue."

Blake is more than 300 years old, but he still can't understand, and asks sincerely: "So, is happiness behind my wall?"

"You're still young, you'll know when you grow up."

As an orphan in a foreign country, life will never be easy. At this moment, the little girl is full of sympathy for another unfortunate person. This kind of sympathy is not pity from above, but sympathy.

The glass in the little girl's hand was almost bottomed out, and there was still some remnants of the milk cap, so she simply stirred it together, and it tasted good.

Chen Heng sat up straight from the armchair, and he looked towards the door. Zhou Li was late, just half an hour late as usual.

Zhou Li whistled: "There is a beauty, how does this milk cap taste?"

The little girl looked pretty good, she didn't look like she was on sick leave. She glanced at Zhou Li who had just arrived, and guessed his identity from the bottom of her heart: "This is the best tasting milk cap I've ever had."

Zhou Li stretched out his hand with a smile, and put it on the little girl's forehead: "Is it not going well recently? Then I have to come here to get rid of the bad luck."

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Does the tea shop still care about reading faces?"

Zhou Li looked into her eyes and asked again: "Are you still in school? High school? With such a heavy academic burden, there is still time to sit here. Is something wrong at home?"

As he asked, he refilled the little girl with tea. The jasmine hair was sharp and the tip of the tongue was sweet.

The little girl stared blankly at the remaining milk cover being washed away by a stream of clear water, carefully recalling the scene at home in the morning.

She smiled wryly: "So what if something goes wrong, where can I go? I still have to go home."

"Is it a human thing? Or something weird?"

"I am not sure."

The little girl felt displeased, and the corners of her mouth were curled into a slit. She suddenly remembered the text written by Aunt Xianglin. It was so sad. Why did she tell everyone about her misery cheaply?

Zhou Li coughed, he was just guessing wildly, but seeing her so inseparable, it must have happened.

The sugar bowl by the table was empty, and he urged Chen Heng: "Hurry up and add some sugar."

Chen Heng sneered: "I don't usually see you being so attentive."

Sugar granules were thinly covered on the bottom of the tin can, and there was a small metal spoon inside. Chen Heng shuffled reluctantly to wash and dry it, and added another half can of white sugar.

Zhou Li dug out his ashesy black plastic leather certificate, and pointed the gold-plated letters at the little girl: "This is a law enforcement certificate for a special event. Now you can choose to tell your story. I'll see if it's under our control." .”

"Are you a policeman?" The little girl was dubious.

At this time, Chen Heng handed over half a can of sugar, and Zhou Li added half a teaspoon of sugar to the other party's tea.

"It can be said so." Zhou Li felt that his image might ruin the image of a glorious and stalwart public servant, and he justified himself, "I am on sick leave today, and I am dressed a little casually. Of course I would wear a uniform normally. .”

The little girl reluctantly believed his nonsense, and didn't care about asking for sick leave.

"Then I'll tell you... just last night, after my dad came home, I found something was wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Although his figure and appearance are the same at first glance, his clothes are not the same as before, his hair has been cut short, and... and my dad has been short-sighted for decades, and that person didn't wear it last night. Glasses and start writing on the computer.”

The little girl seemed to have seen something terrible when she said this, her lips trembled slightly: "I suspect that person is not my father."

exactly the same?Zhao Jihe and Jia Shihua suddenly appeared in Zhou Li's mind.

"Do you have a picture of Dad now? I need to verify a conjecture."

The little girl shook her head: "No."

Zhou Li asked again: "Where's your mother? Did she say anything?"

"I don't have a mother, a single parent, and I haven't since I was a child."

Chen Heng also realized that something was wrong at this moment, and gave Zhou Li a wink: "You mean..."

"Shh."

Zhou Li put two fingers together and lightly pressed his lips, signaling him to keep silent.

"Did your dad go out to work today?"

"Well, I was scared last night and locked myself in the bedroom. There was no movement outside. He seemed to be typing in front of the computer and didn't care about me. I got up early this morning and watched him go out from the crack of the door. I dared to open the door, and I was not in the mood to go to school. I wanted to call the police, but I didn't know what to say..."

"I see, let's go to your house now and see your father's photo, shall we?"

Unexpectedly, Zhou Li really came by car. Chen Heng was a little disappointed that he didn't grab the bag on the spot. He stuffed a few cinnabar talismans into the car. Zhou Li was surprised: "Is this the old monk's?"

"He said it was portable and easy to use."

Ordinary people will keep such a thick photo album in their homes, especially the previous generation, and this little girl’s home is no exception. The little girl’s name is Li Wei, and the cover of the album is probably when she was a child, a baby with a small hat with ruffles was sitting Scratch weeks on the table.

She flipped a page casually, her eyes dimmed: "This is my father, and this is their wedding photo."

A black-and-white photo unique to that era, with yellowed edges, the man was indeed the same as Zhao Jihe, and what surprised him was the woman next to him... a bit like Zhao Sanjie, younger, presumably if he was the same age, he would be seven or eight years younger. very similar.

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Happiness and unhappiness are the secrets inside the four walls. Although the walls have ears, they have no tongue. - Alexandre Dumas, "The Count of Monte Cristo"