[Black Flower] Compensation

The black blind man was in a complicated mood: "Do you think I look like a murderer?"

Xie Yuchen has experienced going out to social parties and negotiating with people with injuries and illnesses-but those things take a limited time after all, and they don't have to last too long.It was the first time for him to chat like this now, and he only felt that the future was long and the hope was slim.

Seeing that he was silent, the blind man asked, "Why are you thinking about it?"

"No, I was just thinking, to answer your question, should I tell the truth or judge the situation?"

"...Xie Dangjia, I have thought about it carefully, why don't we do it according to your idea."

"What's the idea?"

"From now on, if you insist on not being angry with me for an hour, I will ask for 100 yuan less."

Xie Yuchen laughed as soon as he heard it, with a suppressed cough still in his smile: "The Xie family is not short of the 100 yuan, anyway, I can't beat you, the most I can do is chat, I'll just spend 100 yuan for fun."

"... rich and self-willed, I admire it." The blind man felt that something was wrong with Xie Yuchen.As far as the current situation is concerned, the child is definitely not as relaxed as it seems on the surface, but he has no choice but to coax dryly; "Be honest and take a break."

"How about this, let me rest for a while, tell me about the last time you fought this fight?"

"Okay," the black blind man rubbed Mr. Xie's head cheaply, "Master wants to listen to a bedtime story, can I say no?"

Xie Yuchen couldn't laugh or cry: "It's not a bedtime story. I don't want to sleep too deeply. I can still refresh myself while you are talking. The underground is really not suitable for rest. After a while, we took the time to grab our things and go up."

"It's easy to say, my friend—"

Xie Yuchen couldn't help breaking the stage: "Is your surname Zhang?"

"Yo, Master Xie is interested in him?"

"It's quite interesting, you know, I was looking for him before I came down."

The black blind man felt a sense of crisis inexplicably, and blacked out his teammates without hesitation: "I advise you to forget it, Mr. Zhang is too old, and you will never get along with him. As the saying goes, there is a gap between three years and one generation. Eighteen layers of hell are separated."

Xie Yuchen wanted to see you forever, but there are still people who use hell as a unit of measurement.However, the exaggerated rhetoric of the blind man aroused his curiosity: "Really? I heard people say that he does a good job."

"Rumours are harmful! He doesn't do things right. Let's use an analogy: this person lacks discipline. As soon as you turn your head, he disappears."

"Why are you running?"

"Obviously," the black blind man is making up and acting now, saying the truth: "He is lazy, he doesn't want to be burdened, and when he sees that he has to work hard, he runs away in a hurry."

"Is there such a thing?" I have never heard of this version of the rhetoric, and Xie Yuchen is very fresh.

The black blind man was about to tell himself a letter, so he simply described it again: "Yes, and he has a bad temper, a bad temper, and he likes to twist his neck when he disagrees with him...you have to be careful with him, remember?"

"Oh."