At around eleven o'clock at night, a dim light came out of Sibaozhai.
The parade has ended long ago, and tourists who are still not satisfied are visiting specialty shops in the streets and alleys. Si Bao Zhai is one of them. Unfortunately, the wall lamps have been turned off and the store door is closed. It is obviously closed. The clerk is cleaning up the lights inside.
No matter how many tourists outside knocked on the door, there was no movement inside, so everyone could only go back disappointed.
Outsiders thought the store was deserted. In fact, the only clerk in the store was sitting in front of the counter in a daze.
At this time, a small electric donkey suddenly stopped at the back door of the store. The fat guy, wearing a helmet and yellow overalls, pushed the eDonkey into the backyard and parked it under the eaves for charging.
Then he turned around and locked the first iron door, closed the second wooden door, fixed the bolt, and locked it again.
There are two boys living in this house. It is not that they are afraid of burglars, but that the houses in this area have two doors. The fat boy put his helmet on the wooden chair next to him, hung his work clothes on the wall, and then entered the store carrying two large bags of late-night snacks.
I came back once in the evening and then went part-time to deliver food. It's almost midnight now, and I'm hungry again.
His name is Baishui Xin, 27 years old, a website programmer, and a part-time food delivery guy when he is free.
"Why did you call me back?" Baishui Xin came to the counter, took out a few promotional leaflets from other people's houses from a stack of newspapers on the counter, placed them, and put the late night snacks on them, "There are a lot of orders tonight, everyone. I’m so busy, you’d better be busy.”
When I asked for leave tonight, my colleagues and leaders had already tried to persuade me to stay and scolded me.
But there is no way, the person in front of me will not come to him if nothing happens. If you suddenly asked him to come back, something must have happened. This is his cheap younger brother, adopted from an orphanage by his parents when they were still wealthy men in a small town. His name is Tu Qingyun.
When the director of the orphanage picked him up at the door, there was a note in his swaddling clothes telling him his date of birth and surname.
Qingyun was the name he changed himself when he was a boy. He was originally called Tu Bao. He disliked the name and insisted on changing his name to Tu Qingzhou. But the clerk in charge of the name change registration said that the name was too evil and it was better to change it to Qingyun.
After all, Qingyun has many explanations, which are all imaginary.
And Qingzhou is a real city, so killing Qingzhou feels unlucky at first sight. It is said that the dean covered his mouth and nodded in agreement for him.
He is said to be a cheap brother because he refuses to call the two elders of the Bai family his parents, only uncle and aunt.
"That crystal ball is sold." Tu Qingyun said expressionlessly, opening the spicy hotpot and rice rolls that the fat man brought back.
“Sold it?” Baishui Xin, who was opening his late night snack, was stunned. “Didn’t you say you won’t sell it?”
You said you would keep it until his injuries healed. Order it and take it to treat Dad.
"Your queen came to me personally to ask for it." Tu Qingyun replied.
“Huh?” Queen? Bai Shuixin was stunned again, and stood up suddenly in the next second. He was so shocked that he stared at the cheap brother, and his tone was high and out of tune, "Little Queen?!" After the collision of ideas, he calmed down and sat back on the stool.
"How is it possible? The crystal ball is placed on the second floor and has never been shown to outsiders. How could she know? Unless it was taken away and turned into a monk." He was tired of reading this kind of novel plot, " Isn’t it some kind of time traveler or rebirth?”
If so, kill her and return her to the little queen.
"The light of merit on her body is still there," it is still so dazzling, "it should be her true self."
The light of merit is with the soul, not the human body, unless the monk who seizes the body absorbs her into one body, Take the light of merit as your own. If there really was such a master, even he would be helpless, and there would be no point in asking whether she was the real person.
“But didn’t you insist on not selling it?” Baishui Xin, who was worried but self-aware, teased, “You also said that I, the King of Heaven, would not sell it even if I came, and laughed at me for chasing stars...”
Now it's all right, whether the King of Heaven will sell it or not, the Queen of Heaven will immediately offer it with both hands, tut tut.
“She threatened me,” Tu Qingyun said while feasting, “If I don’t sell it, I will tell outsiders about the spiritual weapons in our store to come and steal them, and she will take advantage of them.”
He had already said that the girl had a very fierce nature and was not as sweet and innocent as she appeared. Ah Shui didn't believe it. Knowing that she was in trouble, he hacked the mobile phones and computers of everyone around her and investigated them one by one, risking being caught. It took a lot of effort to find evidence and clear her name.
"Don't throw dirt on her, she's not that kind of person." Baishui Xin was unmoved.
I wanted to laugh at him for finally enlightening me, but in the blink of an eye my teasing mood was dampened by his words. The man in front of me is just a piece of wood, incapable of understanding human feelings, let alone love affairs. I hope the little queen will not be killed too hard by him.
“How much do you charge her?”
"The money was confiscated."
"..." Baishui Xin's questioning eyes fell on him, "Take a photo with her and get her autograph?" Envying~.
Tu Qingyun: "..."
Chatting with Star Chaser is too hard.
……
Half an hour later, there were three small bottles of medicine on the counter. Two bottles are red and one is light yellow.
"The red ones smell like roses, and the yellow ones smell like jasmine." Tu Qingyun rarely explained patiently.
“Are you still in the mood to ask her for floral scent?” Bai Shuixin looked at him in disbelief.
The cheap brother was also taken away?
“She gave it to herself.” Tu Qingyun said with a normal expression.
It can be seen that although she has a fierce nature, she is still the little girl with clear eyes that is a little stupid at heart. The light on his body showed no traces of the hostility left by his body being taken away, but instead became purer and more intense.
This made him even more certain that she was the real person.
However, it was pointless to insist on this. Tu Qingyun picked up a bottle of potion and shined it at the light. The liquid inside was crystal clear and full of spiritual energy, just like the spiritual liquid he had seen in other worlds.
“She said that the three bottles of potion have the same effect...”
One bottle was given to the vegetative person, and the other bottle was given to myself who had lost her right leg. After giving two bottles of medicine, she put the crystal clusters into the storage tool on the spot. Those who wanted to leave, maybe because they had a bad conscience, came back with a bottle of jasmine flavor.
"She said that no one with broken limbs has ever tried this medicine. If I drink it and my legs stop growing halfway, I will drink another bottle..."
She also said that before drinking the medicine, I must find A completely soundproof place, because it would be very painful to re-grow a severed limb.
Not only does it hurt, but blood flows all over the floor, like a murder scene. If a neighbor heard him and called the police, he might be sent directly to the laboratory.
Seeing him staring at the potion obsessively and muttering something to himself made Baishui Xin feel chilled in his heart. However, when he saw Tu Qingyun's right foot that had lost its calf, the chill in his heart instantly dissipated.
Ever since Tu Qingyun lost his right calf, he has been very calm, saying that he will definitely find a way to recover.
It’s about finding ways to recover rather than accepting reality.
As you can imagine, losing his calf was an immeasurable blow to him. Only by constantly telling himself that he could recover could he have hope of survival. But not only was his calf gone, but his Dantian was also cracked, and he would definitely die if he went to another world.
If this medicine can help him regain the soundness of his limbs, pain, blood, and other weird signs, so what?
If the calf can recover, doesn’t it mean that the ruptured Dantian can also be repaired? Wanwan is indeed a person with great luck as Qingyun said.
I hope she is still her, otherwise...