I water the flowers of the kaolin

My name is Fang Jiyun, and I was so overwhelmed by Lao Qi's smile that I almost collapsed.

This mirror almost became the shadow of my whole life, and I couldn't look directly at the smooth mirror for a long time.

But the "Old Seven's Laugh" turmoil was just the beginning, and it didn't take long for Xiaotao to lead two middle-aged people over.

How should I say these two middle-aged people, they look quite abstract.A male god as painted by Picasso, and a half-colored draft as Van Gogh.

I still know these two people. Lao Qi's memory tells me that one of them is called Mr. Zuo and the other is called Mr. Right.

Mr. Zuo and Mr. You are both doctors. People in the Jianghu say "Left lives and dies right", and they are talking about them.

This pair of freaks specialize in treating paralysis and long-term coma. Mr. Zuo is good at treating paralysis of the left side of the body, and Mr. Right is good at treating paralysis of the right side of the body. As soon as they entered the door, they first looked at my left and right sides of the body, as if they wanted to paralyze me first. for treatment.

But people in Jianghu say that they are "left to live and right to die", which is not the reason.The reason for saying this is that Mr. Zuo likes to poison people and then treat them, while Mr. Right likes to poison people and then just watch.

He watched a good person turn from healthy to stinky and rotten, and he felt so happy, it tasted delicious.

It is normal for such a person to be notorious and hunted down.Only the Jieyinge, which is also a stinking street organization, would hire him and let him see patients with Mr. Zuo.

Now they are looking at me, because Xiaotao thinks that I just woke up and behaved abnormally.

She pointed at me tremblingly, "He just talked to me, and he actually thanked me!"

The faces of Mr. Zuo and Mr. Right became serious.

She screamed, "And he smiled at me!"

Mr. Left's Mr. Right's face is about to fall off.

They looked at me from left to right, as if I was a naked beauty.

But I am not, I have nothing to do with beautiful women except my face.

Mr. Zuo looked at Mr. Right seriously: "His brain was injured before."

Mr. You analyzed: "I don't think the injury has healed yet."

Then they both nodded, reaching a consensus conclusion.

Lao Qi's politeness is impolite, and Lao Qi's smile makes people lose their smiles.

Then the conclusion is very simple, only the old seventh with a broken brain will smile at the opposite sex like a normal person.

They seemed to think that they were thinking very well, and the two pairs of abstract eyes looked over just like that, which made me feel very bad.

As a horror film, Lao Qi can co-produce a sci-fi film when he meets these two disaster films.

So I stood there straight up, with a hand sticking out of my sleeve.

"Take my pulse."

Mr. Zuo and Mr. Right looked at each other, and then leaned over one from the left and the other from the right, like security guards approaching a rare beast. They still lacked a gun in their hands, and it would be better to have more safety nets on their backs.

After feeling the pulse for a while, Mr. Zuo frowned and said, "The pulse looks normal."

But Mr. You said, "His brain can't recover so quickly, can it?"

When he said that, my backlog of anger and resentment was at its peak.

It's okay to be provoked by a doll, after all, he is good-looking.

It's fine to let a maid act like a badass, after all, she is also good-looking.

You two old fellows, your character is poor, one looks like you just stepped out of Monet’s lotus pond, and the other looks like you just jumped out of a Dali’s surrealist painting, why don’t you take me as a realist as a person look?

Then I noticed that the faces of Mr. Zuo and Mr. Right changed slightly, as if herbivores on the grassland smelled the smell of tigers and leopards, they ran away after saying a few hasty words.

And when I looked at Xiao Tao with the remaining anger, her legs trembled like a sieve in my grandma's house, and in the end the poor girl walked out by sticking to the wall.

I was so angry at the time, I didn't understand what was going on.

I found out later that it was because they felt the murderous intent.

It's not mine, it's Lao Qi's.

Lao Qi's person is gone, but his murderous intent is still there.

Murderous aura is like a big man from the Northeast lifting his sweaty feet to you shyly. He can't smell the smell of sweaty feet himself, but others are already suffocated to death the moment he lifts his feet.

I also understand the current situation.

Because I am the key care object of the organization, and I am still waking up from a state of brain injury.I can't laugh casually, and I can't chat politely with my servants. If I get out of shape a little bit, these two left and right abstractionists will come to check my pulse.

But who is Fang Jiyun?

In the community, I can chat with the gatekeeper for an hour, and in the park I can chat with the uncle who practices Tai Chi all morning. After chatting, I still feel that I have become younger. A thousand Chinese chess games played in nursing homes.

Do you think that being the seventh child can stop me from talking to someone?

So naive, so naive.

What I said was that I was naive.

In the next three days, I found that there was really no one who could talk to me.

The house I live in is not the headquarters of the killer organization, but a branch. All the serious killers have gone out to work, and only the unscrupulous ones like Lao Ba will live in the house. The rest are intelligence personnel and servants.

Since the old seventh killer was famous outside, the servants didn't dare to talk to me too much. They started to tremble when they were ten steps away from me, making me look like a madman who killed countless people.

As for the two left and right abstractionists, especially Mr. You, I get angry when I see him.

Thinking about my hands, Lao Qi's hands, which are pure and clean, not stained with dust and only stained with human blood, if a doctor who likes to do human experiments touches them, I feel angry in my heart, and the murderous aura is released like a brake. The two people on the left and the right were so frightened that they didn't dare to stay for a moment longer.

No one talks to me, no one listens to me.

It was the darkest three days in my history.

But any time travel requires a series of conflicts and interactions with this environment.

One word, fight!

Fighting in the government, fighting in the palace, fighting in the house, even your whole village can do it.How to advance the plot without fighting?How did the conflict arise?

But can I fight?Am I fighting the flies in the cafeteria or the ants under the big tree?

This unshitty environment strictly restricts my interaction. Whenever I am full of fighting spirit, everyone will be scared away when they see my smile. They will feel that my condition is getting worse, and they will go to the left and right abstractionists to feel their pulse.

This is not fair, this is very unfair!Even the villains have to add a lot of sloppy scenes these days!It's called a group portrait drama!

Just when I was lonely and suffering, Xiaotao sent me a message.

The cabinet master is in seclusion, and the affairs are handled by the deputy cabinet master. Now he wants to see me.

Great, I'm finally going to meet the leader!