Half Demon and Half Mountain

After one night, the toon tree shed a few leaves, quietly leaving a few ripples in the hearts of the two of them.

Cen Shen seemed to be back to normal again, he was no longer inexplicably happy, and he was no longer staring at the yard in a daze.Huan Le originally wanted to stay at home with him, but after thinking about it, Cen Shen might not be moved but would beat him up if he behaved too much, so he gave up this idea and continued to go out to find a job.

Before leaving the house, Huan Le asked Agui for the name of Cen Shen's father, and Agui knew that Cen Shen had confessed to him, so he simply told him.

"Actually, I don't know much. I only know that the man's surname is Chu. He is probably in his eighties this year. He runs a pharmaceutical company. But his company is very big, so you should be able to find out if you inquire about it."

Huan Le didn't need to inquire, he just checked on the Internet and found out——Chu Jining, the former chairman of Chu's Pharmaceutical.

The current one is also surnamed Chu, depending on his age, he should be the man's son.Huan Leyao thought about the situation when Cen Shen was still called Chu Shen, and finally felt that Cen Shen sounded better.

Although he found out, Huan Le didn't plan to do anything, because the decision-making power was still in Cen Shen's hands.It's just that he felt that this matter would not end easily because Cen Shen refused to visit him.

Today's job hunting journey is still full of ups and downs.But Emperor Tian paid off, in the afternoon, he finally found a part-time job in a flower shop about 10 minutes away from Xizi Hutong.

The area of ​​the flower shop is quite large, but the location is not very good, and it is just in need of someone to help attract business.As soon as Huan Le came to the door and explained why he came, the shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he put a freshly tied bunch of flowers into his arms—isn't this the flower and the boy!

As a result, Huan Le was hired without any accident, and he started to work immediately.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Cen Shen, who was still doing research at home, received such a photo - in a bright sunshine, a long-haired boy in a white T-shirt was standing next to a green mailbox on the side of the road, holding a big boy in his arms. Holding white and pink daisies and smiling brightly.

Look carefully, there is another flower pinned to his ear, pale pink, with golden sunlight dotted on the petals.

Cen Shen was a little dazed watching, holding the phone and not putting it down for a long time.For a long time, he thought that the word "juvenile" probably equates to beauty, and Huan Le is a youth.

Thinking of this, Cen Shen suddenly couldn't remember what he was doing in his youth.

By the way, after his grandfather died, he left Beijing alone to travel around, and only then did he find Agui in the mountains in the northwest.

He couldn't help looking at Agui who was struggling to pick his feet aside, and he couldn't help showing a trace of disgust in his eyes - compared with the bright boy with hairpins in the photo, a tortoise is really inferior.

Agui froze in place, not understanding that he was just picking his feet, where did this dislike come from?

Did he pick his feet hard enough?

Cen Shen quickly turned his head away, turned his phone upside down, and continued his research.Over the past few days, he has repeatedly studied the part about the formation diagram in Wu Chong'an's manuscript, and slowly saw some tricks.

Due to the inheritance and generation gap caused by the war, Cen Shen actually did not systematically learn the theoretical knowledge related to craftsmen, what he had was only some experience taught by his grandfather through precepts and deeds.Skills can be strengthened through continuous honing, and formation diagrams require generations to accumulate and study, and require rich theoretical knowledge to draw successfully.

The appearance of Wu Chong'an's manuscripts made up for Cen Shen's shortcomings to a certain extent, and he also got a glimpse of a correct way to advance as a craftsman.

Formation diagrams, in the eyes of outsiders who don't know how to do it, are all mysterious and complicated patterns, but in fact these patterns have regularity.Different formation patterns have different characteristics and effects, and the one that will appear on every formation diagram is called the original pattern - the original force turning pattern.

This is the key to linking all the array patterns, and it is the first thing every craftsman draws when drawing the array pattern, which is equivalent to the existence of the foundation.

Generally speaking, arrays appear in integers.Those with two elemental turning patterns are the simplest basic magic circles, those with four or six are intermediate magic circles, and those with eight or more are advanced.

A treasure must have at least eight turning lines of Yuanli. As for the legendary ten patterns, it is the threshold for entering a master.

But Cen Shen was surprised to find that there were fourteen circles of Yuanli rotation on the little hydrangea's formation diagram.In addition, one other pattern was added in each of the four directions of the southeast, northwest, and a total of [-] patterns.

Cen Shen didn't care about the special formation pattern added after the four lines for the time being.And the reason why he didn't distinguish the fourteen circles of Yuanli rotation at the beginning is because Liu Qi made some changes in their drawing method.

Because of this slight change, the appearance of the pattern has undergone a wonderful change.They look even more mysterious. The simplest lines are endowed with complex beauty.

If Wu Chong'an hadn't clearly pointed out in the manuscript that even the most basic turning pattern of Yuanli, which is generally recognized as the most impossible to change, might be changed, I'm afraid Cen Shen still doesn't know anything about it.

Liu Qi's realm was too high for him, and if he wanted to understand Liu Qi's thoughts, he had to break through all the things he had learned before.

It was difficult, but it made Cen Shen feel a little excited.

He completely forgot about Chu Jining for a while, spread white paper all over the ground, and used a brush to draw patterns over and over again according to Liu Qi's method.

But after repeating this action about a hundred times, he suddenly dropped the pen again and frowned, as if puzzled.

"What's wrong?" Agui asked him cautiously, because of Cen Shen's sudden madness, he had already been pushed into a corner.

Cen Shen shook his head and didn't speak, he was thinking at the moment - if he draws completely according to Liu Qi's method, is he still following the old path?

Walk within the rules?

Or break the rules?

Cen Shen was arguing fiercely in his mind. Endless waves were rising on the blue sea, and under this turbulent sea level, there was a dreadful deep sea.

He asked himself - do you have what it takes to break the rules?

The reason why a turning pattern of Yuanli is considered unchangeable is because it is the most basic and simple, and it has been improved by previous generations of masters, so there is no way to change it.

Cen Shen is not as talented as Liu Qi, can he do the same thing as him?

But if he doesn't try, Cen Shen feels that there may always be a huge gap between himself and Liu Qi, and this gap will make it impossible for him to repair the little hydrangea's formation diagram forever.

Thoughts were spinning, time was flying by, Cen Shen kept kneeling and writing, thinking all the time, and when Huan Le returned to break the silence of the room, he suddenly realized that it was already evening.

"A Cen!" Huan Le ran in calling his name, holding a bouquet of roses in his arms, shaking intoxicatingly red in the setting sun.

Cen Shen stood up slowly, but his legs were numb from kneeling for too long, and he wobbled a bit, almost falling to the ground.

Huan Le rushed to support his arm, worrying beyond words: "Ah Cen, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Cen Shen shook his head, his eyes swept over the red rose that almost reached his chin, he hesitated to speak.Huan Le noticed his gaze, directly pulled a chair over for Cen Shen to sit down, then put the red rose into his arms, and said with a smile, "This is for you."

Cen Shen was slightly startled: "Give it to me?"

"That's right!" Huan Le nodded: "The owner's sister said that the wages are paid every day, so this is my wages for today."

Hearing this, Cen Shen frowned: "She didn't give you money?"

Huan Le: "Give it, I exchanged it with money."

Cen Shen: "..."

Teenagers are beautiful, romantic and innocent.

"I don't want it." Cen Shen handed the rose back, but Huan Le put his hands behind his back, bent slightly to look at him seriously, and asked, "Why?"

Cen Shen couldn't say why, he didn't want to.

Huan Le refused, he wanted to buy something for Cen Shen on his first day of earning money today.The owner's sister said that red roses are the most representative of love, and if they are returned, it must be unlucky.

"You take it, I bought it all back." Huan Le blinked and squatted in front of him, looking up at him pitifully.

Cen Shen wanted to say "I don't want it", but he was a little bit speechless.But he couldn't really accept it, so he said, "Go and put it in the vase yourself."

"No." Huan Le answered quickly, and also ran quickly: "I still have to cook, you hold me for a while, and I'll come over in a while!"

After all, the figure of the young man disappeared into the veranda, accompanied by the sound of "drumming" footsteps, it was known that he was not wearing shoes again.Cen Shen looked down at the delicate and fiery flowers in his arms, and for a moment didn't know what expression to put on.

But what he didn't know was that Huan Le, who had already run away, sneaked back and poked out half of his head from the door of the studio, looking at him furtively.

The evening wind splashed a pile of five-color oil paint in the sky, and the setting sun was like the warm light on the world stage, passing through the tall buildings in the distance.

The thin, sick young man sat alone on a wooden chair behind the glass wall with a rose in his arms. When the wind blew gently, white paper flew all over the place.

Red roses are like the most beautiful lovers.When he lowered his eyes, the setting sun would also be shy.

So, the sun went down.

The night is coming.

"Crack." Huan Le couldn't help taking out his phone to take a picture, wanting to keep this beautiful moment forever, but forgot to turn off the flash.

"Huan, Le!" Cen Shen glanced over.

Huan Le ran away.

Cen Shen raised the rose and wanted to throw it away, but he couldn't do it for a long time.There was a blush on Bo Nu's face, maybe it was dyed by the blush of the rose, who knows.

His legs are still numb, and his brain is a little numb, maybe a little broken.

"Hey..." Only Agui sighed in the corner: "The tail of spring, with a squeak, caught it."

The author has something to say: Lele: Like seaweed, seaweed, seaweed, dancing in the waves~

King Cen: ...

Agui: Waves in the waves~