Seven Evil Slips Chapter 5:

Luo Renqi's teeth itch.

But he didn't try again, and he's not three years old, it's a shame to compete with this kind of kid in full view.

In the long run, there will always be a time when you fall into my hands.

Luo Ren remained calm, refrained from haste and forbearance, and was even more protective of Kiyo in his words and actions.

Not far away, Yan Hongsha stopped in front of an Indian-style shop and excitedly urged Muyo: "Come quickly."

She is dazzled by the colorful Indian saris in the store.

Actually, there are shops like this in Lijiang. In all fairness, they are a bit similar to Lianshu's, and they are all about the emotional style. But the smell of rice in the same pot, I always feel that my own food is rare and ordinary, while other people's food is rare. What Uncle Zhang often said was, what is so good about Lijiang? Why do people all over the country go here?

Uncle Zhang has seen Jade Dragon Snow Mountain for more than ten years, but he has never really climbed it. Most of the people who came here to buy tickets excitedly were foreigners.

The shrewd female shopkeeper showed the two different ways to wear saris, and praised them blatantly: "The two girls are so beautiful, let's try it in the back room. There are so many colors, and the upper body can feel it."

Between the inner and outer rooms, there are only bead curtains with rhinestones to add changing colors and hazy effects to the room, in order to stimulate the secretion of adrenal hormones in consumers and make them feel dizzy and pay the bill.

Kiyo put Yue Xiaofeng down and said, "Be good, Auntie, go try some beautiful clothes."

She and Yan Hongsha picked a lot, and accompanied by the owner of the shop, they went in with a smile, and the bead curtain swayed their beautiful shadows, just like any pair of girlfriends with the same preferences.

At the door of the store, Luo Ren, Cao Yanhua, and Ten Thousand were standing there, like door gods.

One thousand three said: "It's slower for a woman to try on clothes than to wash clothes, and two women are even worse trying on clothes. Shall we go and sit in a cafe?"

Cao Yanhua said: "Hypocrisy! Human beings are hypocrisy. They have no color on their own, so they have to wear colorful colors on their bodies. In this regard, it is better to liberate. People liberate the hair on their bodies, and the color is natural."

Yue Xiaofeng walks around with his fingers in his mouth. The furnishings in the store are all in exotic styles. He is curious about everything he sees. Once he put his foot on his feet and reached out to touch it. Unfortunately, he is too short, so he murmured, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah." ", I tried my best, but I still couldn't touch it.

Looking back at Luo Ren, Luo Ren smiled back, and that smile contained many meanings, such as gloating, adding insult to injury, and standing idly by.

Yue Xiaofeng knew he couldn't be counted on, so he looked to the back room eagerly, muttering: "Aunt Pocket..."

Luo Ren hit Cao Yanhua with his elbow: "Get the little guy out."

Cao Yanhua was taken aback.

"Where do you get..."

"Whatever, seeing him dangling in front of your eyes makes you upset." Luo Ren gave him a trick in a meaningful way, "You think he is cute, you like him in your heart, take him out to buy candy, can't you?"

Worthy of being a teammate who has lived and died together several times, Cao Yanhua understood at a glance, and understood his brother Luo's intention to seize any opportunity to give Yue Xiaofeng.

He rushed in front of Yue Xiaofeng in a few steps, and cut off the beard brazenly. Before Yue Xiaofeng could react, he picked him up and ran out.

After running a long way, Luo Ren heard Yue Xiaofeng being sent back by the wind: "What are you doing, what are you doing..."

A feeling of avenged revenge flashed through my heart.

However, the pleasure didn't last long, Cao Yanhua soon came back with Yue Xiaofeng in his arms.

Yue Xiaofeng choked up, his eyes were red like a rabbit.

Cao Yanhua was sweating profusely.

It is said that after Yue Xiaofeng came to his senses, he cried endlessly, calling "Mom and Dad" as well as "I'm going to be sold".

The general trend of cracking down on abductions has already taken shape. When the people around heard it, their expressions suddenly became strange. Compared with their appearance, they became more suspicious—although no one stepped forward to stop them, but the cameras of many people's concealed mobile phones were already looking at Cao Yanhua. .

Cao Yanhua felt deeply that during the time he ran back and forth, his photos might have been reposted five hundred times on Weibo.

Hearing the choking sound, Kiyo immediately came out and asked, "Why is Yue Xiaofeng crying?"

Like a daughter-in-law who has suffered for many years seeing her natal family, Yue Xiaofeng called "Auntie Pocket" and ran over, sobbing.

There must be someone playing tricks.

Cao Yanhua turned pale, moved his lips, intending to be frank and lenient: "Little Master, I..."

Suddenly, Yue Xiaofeng came up with a sentence that saved him: "I don't like Uncle Xiaodao."

Except for the female shopkeeper who doesn't know who "Uncle Xiaodao" refers to, everyone's eyes are fixed on Luo Ren.

Luo Ren remained calm, and smiled dryly: "I'm afraid he'll be bored, so let Cao Pangpang carry him out to buy candy..."

But I was gnashing my teeth in my heart: Little bastard, ghost, ghost, unexpectedly knows that he is behind the scenes.

Kiyo knelt down, wiped the little guy's tears, and coaxed him softly: "It's all right, Auntie doesn't like him either."

Yue Xiaofeng wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: "Don't play with Uncle Xiaodao."

"Don't follow, never follow."

"Don't follow Uncle Knife."

"No, absolutely not."

It seems that marriage is necessary, the bond between male and female friends is not strong after all.

Yue Xiaofeng refused to let him follow, so he could only keep a distance. During this period, Kiyo looked back at him as if apologetic, but Luo Ren was not annoyed, and looked at her smiling more and more gently.

He will not walk away in a fit of anger. Years of fighting experience have taught him to win over key figures.

On the way, Yan Hongsha suddenly received a phone call from Shengun, and she didn't know what Shengun had told her. Rubbing for a while to get close to 13,000, and whispering to Cao Yanhua for a while.

Then, several people had their own reasons, some had a stomachache and wanted to go back to rest, and some wanted to go to the business hall to change their mobile phone plans. My buddies who rode the Sichuan-Tibet line with me are also in the ancient city now, so I have to meet them.

Let's go, Luo Ren doesn't care, as for Muyo, he is all on Yue Xiaofeng, and asked him: "Shall we go back too?"

"Don't go back, go shopping."

So I continued to go shopping, and when I passed by one place, an old and hoarse voice suddenly came from the side: "It's the girl who didn't arrange flowers, do you want to count it?"

Turning around, there was an old man squatting in the corner, his head and face were wrapped in sackcloth, only a pair of cloudy old eyes that could not see the light were exposed, there was a rice bowl begging for money at his feet, and a small horse for guests to sit on , behind a bamboo pole with a cloth cover leaning against the corner alone, can vaguely see the words "Ge Er, Suan Gua".

Luo Ren also stopped not far away, not to stimulate Yue Xiaofeng's sensitive nerves.

Kiyo is not interested in fortune-telling, but he is very curious about the first half of Ge Er's sentence: "What is a girl without flower arrangement?"

Ge Er's throat rolled twice, with a phlegm sound: "It's just not married."

This old man's eyes are quite poisonous. For fortune tellers, if you want to test whether you are right or not, it depends on whether you can fool him. .”

She hugged Yue Xiaofeng and sat down on the ponytail, and took advantage of the opportunity to kiss the little guy on the forehead.

Ge Er said: "Girl, you are destined to have a daughter. In the future, you will bring a daughter. This is not your son, at most a godson, or a half-son..."

As he spoke, his gaze swept across Yue Xiaofeng, his pupils tightened suddenly, and his throat felt a little dry.

Kiyo is interested in listening: "Go ahead."

Ge Er's throat rolled again, and he said in a strange tone, "This little doll, let me take a closer look."

His dark brown old hand with orange peel slowly touched the back of Yue Xiaofeng's hand.

Perhaps because he thought his hands were thick, Yue Xiaofeng withdrew his hands with an "oops" and put his little head in Kiyo's arms, saying to himself, "What are you looking at?"

Ge Er laughed dryly, and suddenly said: "Okay, this kid has a good face."

Suddenly he talked more, and pointed to Kiyo: "Look carefully."

"Appearance connects the internal organs. The human face, forehead, chin, nose, and left and right cheekbones are five mountains, representing the five mountains. The nose is the middle mountain, representing oneself. It must be higher than the other four mountains, but not too high. , too high to appear lonely; nor too collapsed, too collapsed to have no opinion..."

He spoke in a vague way, but he himself worked hard, his fingers were like trembling eagle claws, and he gestured along Yue Xiaofeng's facial features.

Kiyo lowered his head anxiously, Yue Xiaofeng was furious, stretched out his hand and scratched his head, Ge Er laughed: "I'm so sorry, the kid has delicate skin and tender flesh, but the old man has thick hands, I'm sorry, I'm sorry live."

His hands are thick, some dry and cracked old skin is hard, and the child's scalp is tender, so I'm afraid there will be a **** cut.

Kiyo hurriedly went to see Yue Xiaofeng's scalp. Fortunately, there was no abnormality. Ge Er stood up awkwardly, bowed his waist, and kept apologizing.

At such an old age, Kiyo bowed and apologized to her. Kiyo felt embarrassed, but he felt something was wrong in his heart. There was such a cloud of doubts, and it started to grow like grass in the wind, but he didn't know where it would grow. .

The phone rang suddenly, she protected Yue Xiaofeng with one hand, and answered the phone with the other.

It was Luo Ren's voice, saying: "You take Yue Xiaofeng back, now. I will take care of the rest."

After hanging up the phone, Kiyo stood up, suddenly thought of something, looked around, she remembered that Luo Ren was staying nearby at first, but now, he was gone.

***

The sun is a little low. In the past two days, the weather in the ancient city is not very good. It will be overcast in the afternoon, and the wind will blow up. The thick clouds will shine on the top, and the sparse sunlight will be covered with a layer of gray. Have a good afternoon. It's like it's going to be night.

Ge Er was walking in the dirty long alley, with a long bamboo pole in his arms, the cloth hood fluttering in the wind, with a rice bowl and a folded ponytail under his arm, bowing his back, violently cough.

At the end of the alley, there is a hut where he lives. It is a few square meters. It is a storage room for residents to store sundries. In the wind, he pasted several layers of newspaper inside.

Pushing open the door, the inside was pitch black and smelled of incense ash. Ge Er put down the thing on his body, walked a few steps to the middle of the room, and stretched out his hand to grab the hanging light cord.

The tungsten lamp covered with a layer of putty swayed leisurely on the top, and the dizzy yellow light flickered a simple altar in the corner of the room.

The altar is made of scrap wood boards that have not been polished, and there are nail heads protruding from the edges. In the middle is an incense burner, with a thick layer of incense ash inside, like an arched tomb bag. An extinguished red candle, surrounded by three sticks of incense sticks, and a lot of talisman papers painted on the blackened wall, in the middle is the shirtless Zhong Kui, fierce and fierce, tearing up imps.

Ge Er cleared his throat, took out a match from the side, lit the candle and incense sticks, opened the drawer, took a pin from the sole of his shoe, stuck it against his fingertips, and squeezed out a drop of blood. Fall into the incense ash.

Then, negatively, he took out a rough yellow paper bag from his pocket, looked at it for a while, and slowly approached the candle.

At this moment, there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and a cold and shiny dagger flew over obliquely in the air.

The incense ash was overturned, and was blown up by the wind blowing in from the suddenly wide open door, intruding into his cloudy eyes.

Ge Er was choked by the incense ash and coughed, reluctantly turned his head to look, through the gray mist, he could only vaguely see a figure, tall and tall, forcing him to look up.

Luo Ren took away the rough yellow paper bag from his hand.

At that time, Kiyo couldn't see it, but he could see it clearly from his angle—Ge Er was talking endlessly, and the veteran seemed to have never touched Yue Xiaofeng, but at a certain moment, his wrist sank, Quickly and skillfully, he pulled two hairs of the little guy.

Gripping the paper bag tightly, he went to the altar, pulled out the dagger nailed to the table, and poked the tip of the dagger at the ball that rolled out of the overturned censer. It was a small kitten. Skull, ferocious and weird.

Old guy, at first glance, he came from a wrong path, full of crookedness and evil.

Luo Ren sneered, kicked the folded horses aside and sat down, playing with the dagger in his hand: "You are already in your seventies and eighties, but explain to me why you can't get along with a two-year-old child .”

Ge Er stepped back in panic, unable to take even two steps, his back touched the cold wall.

Luo Ren laughed.

"Don't you say it? I have a lot of ways to make you say it. Or, you don't need to say it. I have more ways to make you die like a person who deserves to die."