Overturning the Road to Rebirth

Overturning the Road to Salted Fish Thirteen

The four of them set off early in the morning with three horses, and arrived at the town that the old tower guard said before noon. Unexpectedly, it was a very beautiful place. The roadsides were full of flowers. There are also several pots of seasonal flowers at the entrance of the store, mostly pink and red, filled with a gorgeous to decadent romance.

Xiao Liang obediently let Ares carry him off the horse. Although his nose couldn't smell the fragrance of flowers, he felt that the weather here was heavy, and there were dark clouds above his head that couldn't be shaken off. There is an indescribable sticky feeling.

Liers took the horse away, probably entrusting a certain family to take care of it.Rou Ren followed up and asked Ares, "What do you think of this place?"

Ares shook his head: "It's not very good. If I have to say something, it probably lacks holiness."

Holiness, such an abstract concept, is only qualified to be spoken by those who have grown up in the church.

Xiao Liang was noncommittal, he inquired about this not-so-broad street, just in time to see a slow-moving old lady writing something on the notice board at the door with a pen, wearing a gray-red skirt, the skirt was ankle-length, revealing a pair of She wears black moccasins, very thin, with arched back, and the color of the skirt is not very bright, which makes her look a bit dignified. She is not flexible in her movements in her old age, but she looks like a red rose that seems to be withering, with blooming flowers between her eyebrows and eyes. Elegant and proud.

He said: "Go and ask, where is the shop of the tower keeper's nephew, we have to find this key person first."

As the high priest, Rou Ren's communication skills are beyond the sky, so naturally he will be the leader.

He patted the white trousers that were slightly wrinkled when he was riding a horse, took out a blue brooch from his pocket to fix the gift scarf loosely tied around his neck, and walked to this small shop with a smile. The wife said: "Beautiful madam, the flowers you planted have caught my eye. I can't help but take the liberty of disturbing you. I just want to ask for some tips on how to grow flowers."

The old lady didn't answer him, and with her right hand, she slowly wrote "Tomorrow's celebration, half price for photos" on the notice board at the door. It turned out that this was a photo studio.

But the doorway was crowded with bustling flowers, and each pot was carefully taken care of so that the branches and leaves stretched, □□ Tingting, as if they could easily negotiate a good price.

The high priest was not embarrassed either. He pinned a strand of hair falling from his forehead behind his ear and asked softly, "I'm the one who was rude. I wonder if Madam can take a picture of me?"

People who have been engaged in photo-related work for a long time have critical eyes that are different from ordinary people, and they are particularly tolerant of beautiful things.

The old lady finally raised her head. She was wearing reading glasses with small round frames, and carefully looked at the man who kept pushing towards her.

The high priest is undoubtedly beautiful, with platinum-blond long hair snaking out in soft braids, his face is soft and delicate, making him look completely harmless. Living in a church since he was a child and holding a high position with a superior holiness will make him People with a guilty conscience are afraid, and such people are very suitable to be placed on the altar to receive the admiration of everyone.

But he is now in such a pious posture.

The condescension is enough to make ordinary people flattered.

Xiao Liang felt that it was a bit shameful for him to show off his beauty just to ask a question. Who knew that Mrs. Rose stared at him for a while, then slowly put away the pen, picked out a lily and handed it to Rou Ren, saying: "Your eyes It's dead, it's not as good as this flower has aura."

He swore that for a second he saw the High Priest unable to hold back his graceful anger in front of people.

However, Rou Ren's ability to regulate emotions is also superb, and she can continue to stalk after being teased in a roundabout way. This kind of person has the persistence to never give up until she achieves her goal.

Xiao Liangyi and Ares were not too bored, Liers put the horse on and followed the big team silently, watching his real master pestering an elderly lady.

Xiao Liang asked, "Has he always been like this?"

Liers considered his question and replied: "Because the former high priest taught us to have absolute self-confidence and never yield in the face of difficulties. This is the principle of the saints."

Also beautified the master.

Xiao Liang felt that this kind of principle was unacceptable, just like the saints who couldn't complete mating and reproduce, but tried their best to fight against God, Rouren's parents perfectly inherited this point of the saints, and would rather die than die. A miracle was created, so a more paranoid Rou Ren was born.

In this way, the high priest and Mrs. Rose with thorns chatted for more than ten minutes, from asking directions at the beginning to whether to take pictures, and finally completely biased. You said that my eyes are not good. Please explain in detail. I am not angry but you must Give me an explanation.

Older roses also have thorns. When Xiao Liang was thinking that the old lady was going to get angry, she suddenly turned her head, and his small reflection was reflected in the small mirror.

The old lady was taken aback for a moment, and then asked kindly, "Kid, do you want to take a picture?"

Rouren, who is able to get into the camera in every pose with a lily: "..."

Xiao Liang smiled sweetly: "Madam, but I have no money."

Ares took out the money bag silently, the old lady opened the door and invited them into the store, and said enthusiastically: "No charge, I will take pictures for you for free, I haven't seen a child with such gentle eyes for a long time... now You young man, you are arrogant, you think you are prettier than everyone else, but you have a rotten apple in your eyes."

The high priest, who felt that his knee had been stabbed, watched Ares enter the store with the little zombie in his arms. He couldn't figure out why he had two rotten apples hidden in his eyes. Could it be that the eyes of a dead person are brighter than his own?

Liers followed at the end, and when he saw his concentration, he immediately reminded: "My lord, the door is a bit—"

"Oh!"

Probably because the High Priest, who had never been to a small street shop, didn't expect the shop door to be so short, he was caught off guard and hit his forehead, and the corners of his eyes were red as he clutched the injured place, and Lils could only fill in the words that he hadn't finished in time. : "... Low, are you okay?"

It's not painful, it's just a little embarrassing.

Rou Ren was humiliated again and again, after bending slightly to enter, she found a chair and sat down without speaking.

Ares lowered his head when he came in with Xiao Liangyi in his arms. Even so, Xiao Liangyi still thoughtfully built a small canopy for him to avoid him from hitting him. The old lady was very impressed by it, and the high priest also listened When he arrived, he had no one to make a small awning for him, and he was even more depressed.

Liers stood aside with his head down, watching the governor arranging the black-haired zombie's clothes and combing his hair with his fingers. It seemed that there was a big stone in his heart, blocking the influx of all blood vessels, and he was suffocated for a moment. .

But he knew that he was not qualified, whether it was the governor or the high priest, he could only follow behind.

"Very well, boy, turn your head to the left, yes, so I can see your long eyelashes."

Xiao Liang followed the old lady's instructions and adjusted his posture slightly. At this time, the camera was still emitting a relatively strong white light. He took advantage of the gap and asked, "Ma'am, I don't know your name yet."

The old lady lifted her head out of the black cloth and said with a smile, "I'm so rude, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Mela."

"Mrs. Mela, my name is tricky, you can call me Xiaoyi."

"Xiao Yi..." She read the word silently, with tears in her eyes, "My child is also called Yi."

Xiao Liangyi: "...Madam, please forgive me if I inadvertently remind you of some unpleasant things."

Mela shook her head: "No, it's not so much an unpleasant thing as a reluctance to think about it. Xiaoyi, don't call me Madam, call me Mela. Do you have any questions to ask me?"

Xiao Liang thanked her for her understanding, and said: "Yes, we came from a town in the south, where there was an old man who guarded the clock tower, his name was Lady. Lady's nephew Bailey lived in this town, but We haven't contacted Rady, the old man is very worried, so we will take a look for him."

A trace of doubt flashed in Mela's eyes: "Are you talking about the haircut Bailey? He is tall and thin, and always wears a wallet around his waist."

"I think it's him."

Mela frowned and put on the small glasses again. She took down a photo album from the high shelf. On the red cover was written "Tulip Town" in black. When she turned to a certain page, she stopped and handed it to Xiao. Liang took a look: "He is Berry, the only barber here, but many crafts in our town are handed down from the family, Berry's father and grandfather were both barbers, so he also became a barber. "

That photo is a group photo of many young boys. The person Mela pointed to is very abrupt, because he is very tall, even if he is standing in the last row, people can see him at a glance. Bailey is tall and thin, although She is a barber but her hairstyle is very simple, her half-length hair does not cover her eyes, and she is smiling very happily.

Mela suddenly said: "Although I don't know who that Ruddy is, why did you ask you to find Bailey, but what I want to tell you is that Bailey died long ago, 20 years ago."

Xiao Liangyi suspected that he had heard it wrong, but not far away, Rou Ren, who was not paying attention, suddenly straightened his sitting posture, obviously also surprised by the amount of information contained in this sentence, the reactions of the four people were quite surprised, he suddenly felt that The photo album resting on my lap is a little hot.

The old lady came over and pulled out the group photo. There was a string of numbers on the back. It was indeed a photo from more than 20 years ago. She said: "Berry is the same age as my daughter. If he is still alive, he will be in his 40s now. His My uncle or uncle should be around my age, how can I have the strength to climb the bell tower?"

Xiao Liangyi quickly exchanged glances with Ares, and the other party frowned and said, "The old man will not be more than 50 years old."

Most people over the age of 50 start to suffer from osteoporosis and have inconvenient legs and feet.The bell tower is very high, and the young people will pant when they climb up the spiral stairs, not to mention how the elderly insist on climbing at least three times a day. The sanitation of the clock tower should be cleaned regularly.

If Berry is really in his early twenties, as in the photo, it's possible that Ruddy is no older than 50.

But if, as Mela said, this photo was taken more than 20 years ago, Rudy is definitely a bad old man.

Who is lying?