Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(four)

"Qianshan, get in the car." Zhou Jidao was holding the steering wheel, wearing a floral shirt that no one had worn in Lingyun Palace for tens of thousands of years, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and the words "upstart" were written all over his body. , with Rolls-Royce's low-key black body, there is still a bit of comedy.

Ji Qianshan grabbed his backpack, and at the moment the only two pieces of snacks in his bag were eaten up. The backpack completely turned into an ornament, swaying left and right with his running movements, like a different person. What a quiet little tail.

"Sect Leader, are you the only one? Where's the little uncle?"

Zhou Jidao was so worried that smoke circles came out, he could see through it, Ji Qianshan was not a good child.It's been more than two months since he entered the door, and it didn't cost him money to eat, drink, and sleep. As a result, the child recognized the little uncle and didn't let go.

Of course Fang Yanchu followed, and the car he just picked up was a check signed by him.Of course, Zhou Jidao earned the money, he just stretched out his respectful hand and handed the check to the clerk.

That's the only thing he did.

Speaking of this, Zhou Jidao had nowhere to vent his grievances.Now these people seem to have been refined by the society. They paid for it by themselves, but the clerks are always courting the little uncle, and the tea they pour for themselves is cheaper than the tea for the little uncle.

But Zhou Ji couldn't say clearly, so he could only squeeze the cigarette and knock the ashes, and curled his mouth forcefully in the direction of the back seat of the car.He used too much force, and it seemed that his facial features were shifted one bit towards the direction of the car, and at the same time he made a "car" mouth shape, which made his teeth almost fly out of his lips, which looked really real. It hurts the eyes.

Fortunately, in Ji Qianshan's eyes, everything he saw was ugly except for his own Mr. Longyou. He opened the back seat door neatly, and rushed forward enthusiastically: "Little uncle!"

Fang Yanchu was sitting in the car with his eyes closed, looking as if he had fallen asleep, but at the moment Ji Qianshan pounced on him, his hand was like lightning, he tapped his forehead with a finger, and with a little force pushed his face away. Opened: "No big or small."

"Little uncle," Ji Qianshan took out his little tail from behind and put it in the car, and touched his forehead with one hand, "Little uncle's hands are a little cold, are you sick? "

"Take care of yourself." Fang Yanchu came out of his concentrating state and gave him a look, "How do you feel at school today?"

As soon as he uttered these words, Ji Qianshan was fine, Zhou Jidao trembled, even the smoke ring that he could breathe freely trembled.One of the things that children are most afraid of is that their parents ask about their studies and grades, especially when your grades are not very good.

Zhou Jidao couldn't help thinking of his middle school days, and he was also greeted by this sentence.In particular, the young master uncle has a solemn face, and when he lowers his eyes, it seems to say "Abba is very disappointed in you" on his face.

No one wants to disappoint the little uncle.

Zhou Jidao wished he could put the teacher in his head, because he was afraid that he would not do well in the exam. Later, his test scores were very good, but there was a root cause of trembling when he heard this sentence.

"Very good." Ji Qianshan nodded with a look of ignorance of the sufferings of the world, and enthusiastically gave Fang Yanchu a general introduction to his high school, "The students are all good, there are many more people than our family, and the food in the school cafeteria is delicious."

He avoided the matter of learning courses, and introduced the campus and classmates around, which made Zhou Jidao stunned.

Fang Yanchu nodded straightly, not sure if he really understood, so he just replied symbolically: "That's right."

Zhou Jidao thought to himself: I was really stupid back then, so I could just say a few words perfunctorily?Then why did I have to report my academic performance so honestly back then?

"Nonsense, the canteen of Chongming No. 20 Middle School hasn't updated the menu in [-] years, it's so unpalatable." He was fascinated by Ji Qianshan's nonsense, and started the car while refuting the kid's words in his heart.

Zhou Jidao can be regarded as the number one veteran driver of Lingyun Temple, but he is not very skilled in business. Driving a Rolls-Royce is like driving a tractor. Every step stops, and the soot falls straight down. If the Rolls-Royce is burning diesel After a while, he already made a "chug chug" sound.

Not only did Fang Yanchu and Ji Qianshan feel uncomfortable sitting, but he also felt uncomfortable driving himself. He took the cigarette from his mouth and lit it empty-handed, before turning out of the parking lot with concentration.

Zhou Jidao's smoking problem also fell when he was not a beginner. He was used to smoking Hongtashan. Apart from being cheap, this cigarette has no outstanding advantages. in the back seat.

Ji Qianshan raised his head and glanced at Fang Yanchu. He was still sitting upright, unaffected at all, as if the smell of smoke so strong that it could kill a cow didn't exist at all.

This is of course, Mr. Longyou is born with heaven and all evils do not invade. Let's put it this way, even if there is a pool of water formed by evil spirits here, Fang Yanchu can walk across the water, and the corner of his clothes will not even touch a water star. Not to mention a mere cigarette.

Fang Yanchu was meditating—the car of "Tug Tug" didn't allow him to sleep—suddenly his face was covered by someone's hands. Apart from the calluses on the tiger's mouth, these hands were also considered delicate, but the movements were not so gentle, which covered him. A little short of breath.

Ji Qianshan said outside the palm of his hand: "Master Zhou, put out your cigarette, it's choking me."

He knelt on the seat with one leg, and covered Fang Yanchu's mouth and nose with one hand, while the other hand went around his back and pressed his shoulders, seeming to have circled a small territory. hug.

Zhou Jidao finally adjusted the car from the "tractor" mode back to the normal mode. Before he had time to put the cigarette in his mouth, he subconsciously argued for himself: "Little uncle won't care..."

"I know," Ji Qianshan stared at him in the rearview mirror, and repeated word by word, "I know, Master Zhou, put out your cigarette, it choked me."

He said he was choked, but he spoke very normally, Zhou Jidao subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the rearview mirror.

Just at this glance, Zhou Jidao almost felt a real killing intent, like a ray of light condensed into a knife passing through his body, and the spirit that he had cultivated for more than ten years almost came out of his shell.

Ji Qianshan's brows and eyes were already sharp, and his eyes were like cold stars. He was talking about him. When his eyes converged a little, it seemed like a thin blade suddenly flashed out of the flowers, which made people startled.Not to mention his pupils were as dark as a cold night, Zhou Jidao really felt that his soul was about to be sucked in, so he could only subconsciously follow what he said.

"Put out the cigarette."

As if he could no longer listen to his own words, Zhou Jidao stretched out his hands slowly under his own gaze, and firmly pressed the half-burned cigarette into the ashtray.

The eye contact between the two was only a matter of a split second, and even the act of extinguishing the cigarette was just a flash in the air. Fang Yanchu slowly raised his eyes from the meditative state after Zhou Jidao pinched the cigarette: " Qian Shan is right, smoking is bad for your health, you better quit."

Zhou Jidao watched helplessly that his body was no longer in control, his eyes widened for a moment, and the cold air climbed up his spine to the back of his head. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. He told Fang Yanchu about the supernatural phenomenon just now, but the moment he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't remember anything: "Ah...I...just...what happened just now?"

"Master Zhou, you need to concentrate on driving, the light is green." Ji Qianshan slid his hand off Fang Yanchu's face, pointed at the signal light, and finally placed his other hand on his shoulder, along the tactile clothes. She slid onto his lap and wrapped herself into Fang Yanchu's arms.

He is still tall, malnourished, and very thin. He easily tucked himself under Fang Yanchu's arm, holding his hand without letting go. It looked like Fang Yanchu was actively hugging him. of.His feet were on the leather seat, and his empty schoolbag was thrown on the ground. He described Pi as a bit like a domestic kitten.

Fang Yanchu looked down at him, then looked up at Zhou Jidao - Zhou Jidao was still looking at his left and right hands with a confused expression - reminded in a low voice: "The light is green."

After all, Zhou Jidao is a cultivator, and his understanding of himself is much better than that of ordinary people. Although he doesn't remember what happened, he instinctively knows that he has forgotten something.

Fang Yanchu acted as if the other party didn't know anything about what had just happened, sitting calmly without even frowning.But does he really not know?

Feeling the skin with scorching body temperature sticking tightly to him, Fang Yanchu even vaguely felt the same burning pain as the day Ji Qianshan entered the door.

This kid is really not restrained at all, he dared to use the soul seizing technique in front of him.Just now when Ji Qianshan made a move, he felt it. This kid was surrounded by a cold blood, which was fishy and damp, and almost pierced through his protective body. It seemed that he had received something extraordinary. Come in.

Ji Qianshan lay on Fang Yanchu's lap and raised his eyes to look up at his chin. His eyes were fixed on him. Even the inexperienced Zhou Jidao drove a good car out of the bumper car without moving. If it wasn't for Zhou Jidao If Dao suddenly stopped and walked down, he might not even blink.

"Little Master Uncle, it's a little black cat." Zhou Jidao squatted down and dragged out a thin little black cat from under the car. Hit something - checked twice, "Huh? It's not hurt?"

Ji Qianshan crawled out of Fang Yanchu's arms with a "chuckle", and looked at the little black cat eye to eye for half a minute. The little black cat cried "meow" before he said: "I can't keep it alive, throw it away." .”

His tone of voice was blunt, it didn't sound like he was talking about living things, and he didn't have the sympathy of ordinary human beings for living things at all.

Among the three people, Zhou Jidao is full of popularity and has no saintly thoughts of "taking everything as a straw dog". He hugged the cat and looked around: "There is no popularity on him. I look like a stray nearby. Cats, it’s okay to take them home and keep them to catch mice.”

Ji Qianshan stared at the cat with displeasure on his face: "It doesn't matter what you say, ask my little uncle."

Raising one more homeless cat is not a big deal, Lingyun Temple even raises so many more homeless people, but——

"This cat is a demon."

Practitioners have three fears, one is fear of cause and effect, the other is fear of obsession, and the third is fear of evil spirits.

Cause and effect bind people, obsession harms people, and evil spirits hurt people.

"..." Fang Yanchu was silent for a while, as if thinking about something, before slowly nodding his head: "But it can be raised, just don't let it hurt people."

Ji Qianshan was defeated by a black cat, not to mention how unbalanced he was, he got into the car and rubbed against Fang Yanchu: "Doesn't the little uncle like me anymore? Is it not enough to have me? Why do you need more cats?" A cat?"

He said this because he wanted Fang Yanchu to coax him, but unexpectedly, Fang Yanchu reached out and touched his head, rubbed it lightly, suppressing the blood pressure that was about to move in his body, and closed his eyes and said softly: "After all It's an animate thing."

All things have spirits, and those who have spirits can live.

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