mayfly era

Marshal Cong curled his lips. An old man in his 70s made such an expression, which looked naive and rascal. He said, "Minzhe, you saved me, so I pamper you, but I won't pamper you all the time, you have a good attitude Some, maybe I can spare you and your students."

"Cong Shanqin, as a Feng Shui master, I advise you not to break the balance, it will cause a storm."

"So the person who came here today is me, not anyone else. I have already made a selection for the seat of the Military and Political Department."

"A mere position in the military and political department, to put it bluntly, is an idle job with no power and no money. Why do you have to mobilize the crowd? Could it be that you have tasted the ass of the number one?"

"I don't have such a heavy taste." Marshal Cong looked disgusted, "But Wen Xing's position is beyond my plan, although he is very mediocre, and his resources are as scarce as the scorched earth in the south."

"The Wen family and the Chen family have broken up for many years, but you never forget it."

Marshal Cong sneered, "Minzhe, could it be that you have done something else for the Chen family?"

The old woman's words revealed some logical information, and was quickly grabbed by Marshal Cong, a seasoned vulture.The old woman was not in a hurry, she looked into Marshal Cong's eyes, tasted the fierceness in Marshal Cong's eyes, 130 seven-year-olds had never seen anything, and she even forgot how to be afraid.

"Cong Shuai, she is dead, what are you still afraid of?"

"She died uncleanly."

"She died cleanly, leaving only a tomb of clothes. She should be made into a specimen of honey orchid and admired by thousands of people, because she is an excellent general of this country and has dedicated herself to this country."

"Minzhe, don't play around with me, what did you do for the Chen family?" Marshal Cong, the old vulture who would not let go as long as he bit the meat, took the bite firmly.

"Chen Que entrusted his son to me to 'save his life'." The old woman said.

"Then why don't you think of a way to make him a handsome man?"

"I'm not like you. I know what I can and can't do."

"Minzhe, I think you should understand what I mean."

"You know I'm timid."

"Timidity is an advantage, and no one should get rid of it." Marshal Cong said.

"How do you know that thing came out of my hand?" said the old woman.

Marshal Cong did not answer her question, but raised his own question, "Min Zhe, does your hexagram fall on Chen Que or the Wen family boy?"

The old woman snorted, "I'm not close to the Wen family boy."

"The Wen family kisses Chenming, and you kiss Chenming too, but you say you are not close to the Wen family, Minzhe, are you just fooling me so loosely?"

"What's the point of me kissing a dead man again?"

"I don't guess your purpose, Min Zhe, you are a feng shui master, there are a hundred ways to get around it, but your student, don't you want to see him again?"

The old woman's face instantly turned ferocious, and there was fury in her voice, "Cong Shanqin, what did you do to him?"

"It's up to you. I'm not interested in a hacker looking for trash." Marshal Cong said with a sneer.

"what would you like?"

"I want to break the contract."

"Cong Shanqin!" The old woman yelled.

"Sister Minzhe, don't be angry. I don't want to make you angry. We're just trading, and trading shouldn't involve too much emotion, right?"

The old woman forcefully forced out the pain in her chest, "What name are you using to arrest him?"

Marshal Cong spread his hands, "I didn't detain him, you should understand, what's the use of him?"

"Give it back to me if it's useless."

"Fair deal, Minzhe, help me once."

"Cong Shanqin, you are a marshal of the military department, you just rely on coercing others to help you climb up?"

"That's right, I'm just a mediocre person without the brains of you and Chen Ming," Marshal Cong said in a deep voice, his expression gradually becoming crazy, "but it's just such a mediocre person who stepped on the heads of you geniuses. After sending away Chenming, I will send you away sooner or later, you look down on me, but you are all dead, dead people are nothing!"

"You'd better treat me like a fart, don't beg me with this old face." The old woman was angry.

"Minzhe, tell me," Cong Shanqin took a deep breath, "...is there a god in this world?"

The old woman looked at Marshal Cong with the eyes of a madman.She knew Marshal Cong was mentally unstable, but she didn't expect him to be crazy to the bone.

"If so, can it lend me its power?" Marshal Cong asked eagerly.

The old woman laughed angrily, "Would you like to take the sun off for you?"

"As long as I want, the astronomical department can always research it."

"Cong Shanqin, you really should see a psychiatrist."

"Minzhe, I just want to know if I can become a god..." Marshal Cong's eyes were bloodshot, he was fierce and frightening, "Minzhe, tell me!"

The old woman sighed, "I tell you this, I don't want to die."

"You've never done fortune-telling for me. You've done fortune-telling for so many people, but you haven't done it for me." After the violence, Marshal Cong suddenly became exhausted, and he rubbed his forehead.

"Knowing your fate is sometimes not a good thing."

Marshal Cong was silent for a while, he stood up from the chair, he was much taller than the old woman, looked down at the old woman, "The next time I visit you, you have to answer my question, otherwise you can hide However, your students may not be able to escape."

The old woman sneered, "I don't just hide."

"You said, don't break the balance."

After leaving these words, Marshal Cong turned around, the tall man put on his coat for him, and without any greetings before leaving, the two uninvited guests left the old woman's house one after the other.

The room fell silent for a moment, only the creaking of the old woman's teeth could be heard in her mouth.

***

When he returned to Xiangrong Lane, he saw a long queue outside the courtyard in front of the machine that was usually ignored by no one, and he knew that he didn't need to go upstairs and go home now-today is the rent collection once a quarter On this day, all the rooms will be locked.

The ubiquitous ad for "the convenience of combination locks for consumers" is really full of irony.

T was at the end of the queue, and he was still thinking about that nasty old man he met in the dirt alley.

He didn't know exactly the identity of the old man, but the old man's entourage wore a pair of old-style military boots, with a green leather that was less than half a finger on the top of his head, obviously he was a soldier.The identity of the old man is certainly not ordinary.

In front of him was a tall woman with a disfigured figure, who was smoking cigarettes one after another. Her lips were studded with glass diamonds of various colors, which kept flickering in the smoke.

T had a vague recollection of her being a single mother, working multiple manual jobs and providing services to many people in this apartment building at the same time.

T thinks she's cool, and people who fend for themselves in the mud are cool.

The strong wind was blowing people's hair, and hairs of various colors, lengths, and shapes were flying in the air, but they were all dry and dull in the same way.

The team is advancing little by little, tired and silent, no one speaks.They are all immersed in their own world, and there is no need for social interaction in their lives.

Can such people still make a voice together?Do they still want to wake up this era?

Suddenly someone's voice mixed with the wind and got into T's ear. T looked up, and there was an old man not far away, who was asking the people in the queue one by one, but the wind was too loud, and T couldn't hear what he said clearly.

He only saw the old man wearing a pair of expensive and low-key boots, and he already had a judgment in his mind.

Most of the people ignored the old man's plea, and some refused quickly with words.The old man was very persistent. After a while, he had already asked all the people in front of him, and gradually approached the position of T.

T heard his voice, he was borrowing money from these people, and said that soon his daughter would send the money to pay back.

T thinks it's funny to borrow money from Rongxiang, even if there are people here with such kindness, where can they borrow money.

The old man came over staggeringly, T could not help but be surprised when he saw his face clearly.

The upper half of his face seemed to have been hit by some heavy object, his eye sockets became severely deformed, the eyelids deeply covered his eyeballs, and it was unclear how much vision he had left.

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't have any extra money." The elder sister who smoked said that she didn't ignore the old man's inquiry, but she didn't have any money to lend either.

The old man nodded. He turned his head to T and moved his lips. Before he could repeat those few words, T had already shook his head.

The old man sighed, he put his hands on his crutches, and walked slowly towards the end of the line.

After t paid the fee, he saw that the old man was still standing there.

He looked at the old man again, except for the boots that shouldn't be in Xiangrong Lane, the old man's crutches are also made of more advanced materials, so they should be very light.

Why do people dressed like this appear in the slums of Xiangrong Lane, and they are still borrowing money everywhere.

T carried out a simple "fate assumption", which was his introductory class, and he could not finish it very smoothly.But his observation and knowledge gave him a premonition that this would be a meaningful payment of money.

He didn't walk directly in front of the old man, but took advantage of the interval when no one was paying attention. The old man obviously heard his footsteps, and turned his head slightly, without turning his head to look at him.

"I can lend you money, but you have to pay me back quickly." T whispered.

"No problem, thank you for your kindness," the old man's voice was completely hoarse, "My daughter will definitely send money over, and you can charge as much interest as you want."

T paid the rent in advance for the old man. The old man told him his room number and thanked him again for his help. T found that this old man lived in the same building as himself, but he didn't remember seeing this old man with good boots.

He didn't donate out of kindness, so he was a little ashamed of the old man's repeated thanks.

But a few hours later his shame was gone, replaced by regret that tickled his teeth.

He found the room the old man had mentioned, which was located on the first floor. The door was unlocked. As soon as he pushed it, the door opened.

The scene inside the door surprised T.There was nothing in the room, only four dilapidated and yellowed walls and a dusty old floor. There was not even a bed, and there was dust everywhere. Obviously, there was no tenant yet.

T reluctantly withdrew from the empty room, thinking that he had lost his money and avoided disaster.

But thinking that he had paid double the rent, he immediately became angry again.