Ambush from all sides

When it was just dawn, Zhong Yunde was already fully dressed and sitting in the lobby, with a heavy expressionless face.He was getting old and couldn't sleep for a few hours. He often woke up at the first moment of Mao Shi, and then couldn't fall asleep again.

Ming Ying, who was also an early riser, saw him and made a pot of oolong for him.Zhong Yunde leaned against the chair holding the warm and small purple clay pot, sipping quietly while looking at the gradually brightening sky outside the house.There are a few faint stars dotted on the light purple sky, and in the distance, where the eaves and trees cover the place, the scorching white light of the sky has been revealed.

He has seen this kind of scenery many times, when he was in Changzhou, or in other places, or in a carriage.If Zhan Hao is a born businessman and a migrant without worries, then he is forced by fate to run around day and night.Some scenery he didn't like, but he had to enjoy it again and again.

Repeating similar scenery again and again reminds him of the passage of time.

When the sun showed a little edge behind the eaves, Zhan Hao walked in from the side of the lobby.Seeing Uncle Zhong sitting in the chair, his eyes moved slightly, he stood still for a while, then walked over and sat on another chair.Zhong Yunde held the teapot and turned his face to look at him, his eyes were fixed, without much emotion or expression.

Zhan Hao knew that Uncle Zhong was sizing him up, watching his facial features or eyes.Just because Uncle Zhong didn't ask about what happened yesterday doesn't mean he doesn't want to know.Zhan Hao understood that he was waiting for himself to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

The atmosphere in the lobby was a little awkward for a while.Uncle Zhong looked at Zhan Hao, but Zhan Hao turned his face away from him.Looking at a word for a long time will make people doubt their own cognition. At this time, in Zhong Yunde's eyes, the person in front of him is what he has seen since he was a child, whether it is his eyebrows, expression, posture, or the mole under the corner of his left eye. , are all too familiar.But at this moment, Zhong Yunde doubted his own memory—this person might not just be what he knew.

I really don't know him well.

In the silence, Zhan Hao lowered his head slightly, feeling a little hesitant.He breathed quietly, and wanted to speak several times, but he lifted his breath to the mouth of his throat, and finally swallowed it again.Still not good, if it was someone else, he could talk nonsense, he could pass it off, but he was facing Uncle Zhong.

There are always a few people he doesn't want to fool.

——As it is today, it really is too hasty.

A pot of tea had bottomed out, Zhong Yunde looked back, lowered his head and lifted the lid, and took a look at the wet tea inside.

Zhan Hao raised his eyes to see his movement, and saw the gray hair on Uncle Zhong's drooping head... He remembered that when he was young, Uncle Zhong's hair used to be very black. Shen Ning.Now that more than twenty years have passed, he has become the head of the Zhan family, and he is already an old man who is nearly sixty years old.

"Uncle, let me make another pot of tea for you." Zhan Hao said flatly, stood up and reached out to take the teapot from Zhong Yunde's hand.Uncle Zhong raised his eyes and watched him turn and walk out. After a while, he let out a barely audible sigh.After a while, Zhan Hao came back with a purple sand pot in his hands. He stood in front of Zhong Yunde, held the pot in both hands and handed it respectfully, and said softly, "Uncle Zhong, drink tea."

Zhong Yunde quietly took the tea and put it on the table at hand.He looked up at Zhan Hao who was standing in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Master, there are some things that you have kept from me too much."

"Yes, this junior is at fault." Zhan Hao honestly admitted his mistake with his head lowered, his body slightly arched forward, as if he was about to kneel down.Zhong Yunde stared at him helplessly, sighed again after a while, stretched out his hand and rubbed his forehead with a headache: "Forget it, the master doesn't care about you, what am I still fussing about, it's not once or twice..."

"Uncle, don't say that," Zhan Hao still maintained the posture of admitting his mistake, even the angle of his upper body tilted unchanged, "It's not that I don't want to say some things, but it won't help if I just say it, and it will only increase the annoyance." , he raised his head, met Zhong Yunde's eyes calmly, and said: "As long as Uncle Zhong knows that I am the young master of the Zhan family and Zhaozhao's eldest brother, I will stay in this position for the rest of my life and take care of the Zhan family. enough."

Zhong Yunde looked at him deeply, his eyes were complicated for a moment.He frowned, and turned his face to the other side wearily: "Master, you are really..." The hoarse voice paused, and then slowly continued after sighing: "I watched you grow up. Eight years...Have I ever met you, huh? When you were young, people told me that you were a devil. I never believed these words. In my heart, you are the young master of the Zhan family, the eldest son of the master. But now, you Can you tell me what happened at noon yesterday—what happened at noon yesterday?"

"Zhan Hao, tell me Zhong Yunde, who are you?"

This scene did not exceed Zhan Hao's expectations. It should be said that even the dialogue reached an eight-point fit.He should have been very happy to be able to estimate Uncle Zhong's actions and words, but now Zhan Hao only felt dull pain and a lingering chill in his heart.

The person he didn't want to fool said such things to him in such a strange tone.

This made Zhan Hao feel a little frustrated.

"Uncle Zhong, you have been here for decades. To be honest, in the next few decades, when I reach your age, I will not be far from death."

"I'm very happy that you care about me. It's not good for anyone to be concealed like this. I know this feeling. But I believe you also understand some difficulties. Not everything can be said. When Dad took you from the riverside When you picked it up, he didn't ask about your life experience... Do you think he doesn't want to know? Zhao Zhao once asked him when he was young, but Dad said that all stories have spirituality."

"Spirituality means that when a story is told, there will be emotions, and it will make people happy or sad."

"Father, he doesn't have the habit of poaching people's pain. Uncle, I hope you won't be angry when I mention this matter. In the past few years in business, I have also vaguely heard some rumors from that year. I probably know the ins and outs, but these stories are very important to me. What's the point in terms of it? When I didn't know, you were my Uncle Zhong. After I knew, you were still my Uncle Zhong. Should I be suspicious of you because of those boring pasts?"

"Although the saying goes that people are separated from the belly, but I believe that I can see the behavior of others. I only believe in my own eyes."

Zhan Hao raised his eyes, and his eyes slowly and deeply flowed on Uncle Zhong's face.He spoke unhurriedly, with a deep and slow tone, clear pronunciation, and a calm but powerful ending, just like his youthful appearance.

"If I don't tell you where I come from today, Uncle Zhong, will you disown me as a junior?"

Zhong Yunde remembered that when he was young, when Zhan Hao was just three or four years old, he used to want to tease the little guy.At that time, he squatted in front of the child, trying to make his expression more friendly and innocent, and the words he said were as simple and understandable as possible.At that time, Zhan Hao looked at him quietly, tilted his head with a smile, and said in a clear and bright child's voice: "Uncle Zhong, your eyes should be opened a little more, and your head is tilted like mine. Also, when you talk, Don't use idioms."

He has never looked like a child since he was a child. Sometimes looking into his eyes, he feels that he is older than himself.Zhong Yunde likes children, but this hobby cannot be realized in Zhan Hao.But watching him grow up for so many years, teaching him to do business, and teaching him to calculate accounts, I have already regarded him as my own child in my heart.If you say you don't recognize him, there is absolutely no way to do it. Only he himself knows how much effort he has spent on Zhan Hao these years.

Seeing him grow up, seeing him gradually become independent, seeing him have someone he likes, I am happier than anyone else.

Some things may not really be that important, although it doesn't feel good to be kept secret.But as he said, some things should be hidden in the heart and cannot be said, otherwise it will only increase worries-especially when the audience is someone who cares about themselves.

He just needs to be what he is now.Think about the present, think about the future, and they can keep silent about the past.

After getting up and washing in the morning, Dead Leaf wanted to go out of the room to eat, but when he touched his face, he realized a serious problem.

His mask is broken, and Zhan Hao promises that his new mask is not ready yet.

I felt a little irritable all of a sudden.Withered Leaf scratched the scar on the left face angrily, and turned around the room twice like a trapped animal in a daze.He can't stop going out because of this, can he?A few days later it will be Di Deqing's banquet, Zhan Hao must have a lot of things to prepare...but his mask is broken!His grandfather's, why is it broken now!It will be broken in the rain!

Withered Leaf turned her face angrily to look at the old mask on the bedside, the original complete patent leather was already mottled badly, here and there were bald spots.Dead Leaf walked over to pick it up, feeling a little depressed for a while.The layer of smooth scales inside the mask is still intact, it should not be so damaged that it can't even stick to the face!Thinking about it, he put the mask on his face in a fit of anger, and buckled it secretly, the scales in the mask tightened... it sucked.

Although it is not as tight and dense as before, it does stick to it. Even if you move your eyebrows and lips, the mask will not fall off.

So, Dead Leaf stood there with staring eyes, silently speechless.

By the time he dawdled to fix the mask and walked to the lobby after breakfast, there was no one there.Dead Leaves stood at the entrance of the hall in a daze, and for a moment felt that the scene was inexplicably familiar... This made him frowned irritably.Zhong Lan came in from the side with a fruit plate, Dead Ye turned to look at her, and asked sullenly, "Where's Zhan Hao?"

"Master, he and Uncle Zhong went to the south of the city, and went to the store to settle the accounts." Zhong Lan lightly put down the fruit plate, raised her small face and smiled at him: "Do you have something to do with Master?"

"It's okay." After finishing the muffled words, Withered Leaf turned around and walked away with a serious face.Zhong Lan stretched her head to look in the direction he was walking, and saw his back looking angry, but also seemed a little depressed.The little girl couldn't help showing an uncontrollable smile, her eyes narrowed like a cat's.

Withered Ye walked all the way to the side yard with a stinky face, feeling so stuffy in his heart that his chest hurts.This bastard Zhan Hao didn't take him...for the second time!Wasn't he still dying yesterday, why did he run out early this morning?Don't be afraid of being overwhelmed!

Gritting her teeth and cursing silently in her heart, Dead Leaf walked to the end of the corridor and turned right, almost bumping into someone.He was startled for a moment, his body stopped suddenly, and the foot that had just been protruded was retracted... His eyes were raised, and he met Shumei who was also frightened.

Shumei: "..."

Dead Leaf: "..."

"That..." After staring at each other for a while, Shumei turned her eyes away and lowered her head in embarrassment, "What happened that day, I'm sorry, I said too much and hurt you."

The dead leaves stood still, and Shumei's head hung down in front of him, making him uncomfortable and unable to move anywhere.But when the girl apologized, he had to respond. After holding back for a while, he managed to say, "It's okay."

"The young master bandaged you up that day, so it shouldn't be a big problem." Shumei muttered sullenly, and then slowly raised her face.Her own hands were still covered with splint bandages, and her face was also pale.Seeing her expression, Dead Leaf said dryly, "You're still hurt, running around won't heal."

Hearing his words, Shumei couldn't help laughing softly: "It's my hands and not my feet that hurt, how can something happen." Then, she turned around and walked slowly along the way back and forth, and the dead leaves hesitated. After a while, he followed silently.

"It's just a broken hand, it's nothing, I still have to get up in the morning to practice. Otherwise, when the body recovers, the kung fu will also regress." Shumei said casually, walked through the veranda with dead leaves, and came to the Go to the side courtyard with lush flowers and plants.

At this time, there were several girls in the yard fisting and kicking. They were all familiar faces, and three of them should have gone to Luoying Mountain that day.Dead Leaves stared at their moves, and couldn't help recalling them in her mind—their movements were clean and neat. Although their strength was not as strong as men's, they were faster and faster.This move is a bit like several female sects in Jianghu, but it is not completely similar.

Shumei noticed his questioning eyes and said, "You may not believe it, but the young master taught us this skill."

"He taught it?" Dead Leaf stared at her, a little dumbfounded.He fought Zhan Hao once or twice, although there were few moves, it could be seen that his moves were treacherous and fierce, and his punches were poisonous and heavy, completely different from the kung fu in front of him!Shumei said he taught it, how could this be possible?

Seeing his shocked expression, Shumei couldn't hide a little smug expression on her face: "Our kung fu was created by the young master casually. He said that women are not strong enough, but they are better than flexible bodies, so he created these skills." The moves are for us to practice. The young master is extremely smart and intelligent, and can integrate and refine what he has learned. It is estimated that few people in the world can have this ability."

Hearing her triumphant tone, Dead Leaf was a little speechless.He realized that it was a mistake to talk about Zhan Hao with Shumei, and this girl worshiped her master too much, she almost worshiped Zhan Hao as a god.Speaking of which, the day before yesterday she scolded herself, it seemed that it was only because he had said a few bad things about Zhan Hao.

Withered Ye pursed her lips, secretly contemptuous in her heart.Shumei was still admiring the Kung Fu created by Zhan Hao for them with reverence, and seeing the bitter face of the dead leaf in the blink of an eye, something came to her mind, so she asked: "By the way, Xiao Cen, why didn't you do it today?" Follow the master? Where did he go?"

As soon as she heard her addressing herself, Dead Leaf's expression turned even worse.He gritted his teeth silently with his facial muscles stiff, and said in a muffled voice, "He has something to do with Uncle Zhong, and Zhong Lan said he was going to settle accounts in the building."

"Accounting for the general account?" Hearing these three words, Shumei narrowed her eyes, and her eyes gradually burst into uncontrollable interest: "Hey, the young master is finally going to settle the general account? I thought he was going to use it later, so it turns out I was preparing for this time..."

"This time?" Seeing her eager expression that couldn't be concealed, Dead Leaf narrowed her eyes suspiciously.Shumei stared at him with a determined smile, and said word by word: "You just wait and see the good show. Those embroidered pillow sons, including the prodigal Yan Qi, none of them can escape, and everyone will collapse! "

On the bustling road of Suzhou Prefecture, the low-key and simple carriage of the Zhan family was walking unhurriedly in the middle of the road.Quan Jing sat in the driver's seat as usual, and with a calm expression, he used the short whip to drive the two bay red horses to turn to the right.

Yuke stood on tiptoe at the turning point and looked this way, until she saw Quan Jing, the anxious expression on her face relaxed.She trotted onto the carriage, bit her lower lip, twisted Quan Jing's arm angrily, and cursed in a low voice: "So slow!" After cursing, she opened the curtain of the carriage and handed something in: "Master, the pipe you want."

Zhan Hao who was sitting in the carriage opened his closed eyes steadily, looked down at the mutton fat jade pipe she handed over, and then stretched out his hand to take it.

The white mutton fat jade feels warm and smooth to the touch, it is indeed a high-quality product.It's just that Zhan Hao prefers the original Kunshan tobacco sapphire pipe, it doesn't matter the type is expensive, it's just that he has used it for more than a year and is more familiar with it.

The windows of the carriage were closed and not opened, the interior of the carriage was dimly lit, except for the silhouettes of people, there was a faint cluster of sparks flickering on and off.Uncle Zhong sat across from Zhan Hao, with a serious expression on his face, smoking motionlessly.Zhan Hao fiddled with the pipe for a while, then slowly put it in his mouth, leaned over and said inarticulately: "Uncle, give me some shredded tobacco."

Zhong Yunde raised his eyes to look at him under the faint light of the fire, and the two stared at each other silently for a long time. After a long while, he lowered his eyes and took out a small bag from his waist, and gropingly squeezed a small handful of shredded tobacco out of it.

"Your favorite blood cinnabar, I heard from Yuke that yours is gone. Really, smoke so fast..." Uncle Zhong muttered, reaching out to help him fill the cigarette pot, and then took out the flint to Tobacco lit.Zhan Hao closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The moment the smoke entered his mouth, the bitter and strong aroma immediately permeated his nose and throat. The hot feeling made him let out a low groan.After the smoke slowly drifted out from his nose, he opened his eyes again, and Zhan Hao's amber eyes actually glowed faintly in the darkness.

Uncle Zhong looked at his face quietly with a calm expression.He saw Zhan Hao relaxed his neck and let out a long sigh: "...It's a failure."

Hearing this, Zhong Yunde couldn't help but smile lightly.He took a deep breath of the cigarette, turned his face away, and sighed while saying: "I know that smoking is good, how can I quit it. I quit for decades, and now I still hang a cigarette bag every day?"

"Uncle, I'm different from you." Zhan Hao fixedly turned his raised head back, with a slight smile on his face: "As long as I don't want it, I don't have to. I have no dependence on this thing." With that said, he closed his eyes lazily, and stretched out his hand to rub the eye sockets slowly.

Zhong Yunde looked at him solemnly, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.After a while, he sighed at Zhan Hao, and said in a low voice, "Uncle said something serious this morning, which hurt your heart. I'm sorry, uncle apologizes to you."

Zhan Hao waved his hands wearily, leaned against the corner, and said, "It's okay." He looked up at the roof of the carriage blankly, and said, "It's not because of this that I'm in a bad mood. Uncle also cares about me. I'm fine. , I just feel a little tired."

Hearing that he was tired, Zhong Yunde couldn't help becoming nervous: "Is it noon yesterday?" No matter what he used yesterday, it seemed to be very exhausting. If the young master hurt his body because of that...

"That's okay, I'm just upset." Zhan Hao knew what he was nervous as soon as he heard his words.The elder always seemed to like to think of things as serious, but in desperation he had no choice but to say something else, tired or something, it was indeed a bit worrying.

"Are you worried about Di Deqing's banquet in two days' time?" Zhong Yunde crossed his chest with one hand and held the cigarette pole in the other, his complexion gradually turned a little grim.Zhan Hao looked down at him, thought slowly for a while, and then answered "En" in a low voice.Hearing his confession, Uncle Zhong's face on the opposite side immediately became completely stinky, and the hand holding the cigarette stick was clenched a little bit.Zhan Hao heard him cursing in a low voice: "You bastard, how dare you hit your head..."

Zhan Hao leaned against the car wall and smiled helplessly, and said, "Uncle Zhong, after so many years, do you really not forgive him?"

Zhong Yunde paused when he heard the sound, his body stiffened for a while, and then he relaxed indignantly: "There is no forgiveness, I have no outstanding debts with him."

"That's right, but why do I feel that Boss Di doesn't seem to think that the accounts between you have been settled?" Zhan Hao stared at Uncle Zhong with a gloomy expression, and raised his eyebrows maliciously.He puffed his cheeks and puffed on the cigarette holder, and said in a serious tone: "Uncle Zhong, you know that if I really accept the pick of the shopkeeper of the Di family, I will still have to rely on you and Brother Zheng to do a lot of things in the future. At that time You are the one who often deals with him! Judging from this, why does it seem that Boss Di has a good intention?"

When Zhong Yunde heard this, his eyes almost popped out, his face was so stinky, Zhan Hao sincerely swore that he had never seen Uncle Zhong so annoyed: "You boy, you are very happy to see me slumped, wait for me to perform well Let me show you the show, right? Let me tell you! If you become the big shopkeeper, I will immediately step down from the position of housekeeper! I will see who you find to work for you!" Zhong Yunde leaned over and stretched out a finger to tap Looking at his smiling face and yelling curses, the old face was almost flushed.

When he had finished ordering enough, Zhan Hao pushed his hand away with a smile, and comforted him: "Uncle Zhong, don't be angry, I'm just saying that, how can I make you suffer so much! I see Min This girl Wei is getting old too, when the time comes, I will send her to work with Big Brother Zheng, so you can spend the rest of your life at home!"

"You...you are slick and smooth-talking! Don't use the trick you used to deal with Cen on me! Let me tell you, it won't work!" Uncle Zhong was still grumbling, biting his pipe resentfully, and turning his face away.Zhan Hao was smoking a cigarette with a smile, his eyes narrowed like a fox.After a while the carriage stopped, he stretched out his hand and opened the window of the carriage, and the noisy sounds from the street poured in immediately.

Hearing the commotion of people coming and going outside, Zhan Hao slowly raised his eyebrows, the color in his eyes deepened again: "Uncle, we're here."

Zhong Yunde rolled his eyes angrily and gave him a white look, then got up and got off the carriage.

In the afternoon, Dead Leaf was idle in the room and went to practice in the side courtyard after dinner.The female linebackers of the morning had left by this time, and the yard was empty except for some birds singing high or low among the flowers.The dead leaf stood calmly in the middle of the gravel pavement for a while, and after the internal force circulated in the body for seven big cycles, he opened his eyes, opened his hands in a gesture, and moved his body out along the palms.

The afternoon sun was hot and the air was stagnant, but a cold wind whirled in the courtyard of the exhibition house.Qiu Langxing had just calculated the bills of the cloth shop in the front hall, when he got up and walked out under the eaves, he heard the faint sound of wind.The chirping birds had stopped at some point, and the surroundings were eerily quiet.Qiu Langxing raised his eyebrows with interest, folded the bill and put it in his sleeves, with his hands behind his back, he swaggered towards the courtyard.

When he walked to the edge of the courtyard, Dead Leaf had just finished practicing a set of saber techniques, and Qiu Langxing caught up with a saber back into its sheath.He gave a few "tsk tsk" inexplicably, and then clapped his hands seriously: "Okay! Good sword skills! You really deserve to be the number one killer!"

Seeing it was him, Dead Leaf stood among the flowers and gave him a cold, disgusted look. His interest in practicing kung fu was disturbed, and he turned around and wanted to leave.Smiling, Qiu Langxing walked over to block his way with his hands behind his back, and said in a sticky voice, "Why, didn't Zhan Hao take you to play today?" With a look of meanness on his face, the dead leaf's throat could be seen There was a twitch.He frowned, the disgust on his face couldn't be more obvious, but Qiu Langxing still couldn't get rid of him like a fly.

"Oh, I'm someone who has worked with me. Don't hate me like this. I don't have any malicious intentions." Qiu Langxing spread out his palms innocently, and blinked his eyes pitifully: "The boss Zhan said that he If Jingui’s guard Cen feels bored, we little guys have to take people to play. Hey, you are free now, I just want to go to cloth village, why don’t you follow me for a while turn?"

Dead Leaf still glanced at him with disgust, and said coldly, "Why should I follow you?"

"Okay, okay, I'm going with you, I beg you to go! Guard Cen is Boss Zhan's confidant, and now the business of the cloth shop is running. The day before yesterday, Master Pei complied with his request and is now weaving a Absolutely—the unparalleled gold cloth! Don't guard Cen check the progress?" Qiu Langxing said something with exaggerated movements in his hands.He drew his hands in a big arc in front of him and sent them to the side of his body, pointing at the gate of the courtyard, bowed his body and said, "Guard Cen, please?"

Dead Leaf looked at Qiu Langxing like a fool, but he didn't care, and still smiled at him.After quite a while, Dead Leaf couldn't bear it any longer, and it was really frustrating to be alone in the house, so it's okay to take a walk with him.In any case, he was paid for his wages, and if he didn't do anything else, he would be living for free.

Thinking, he withdrew his cold eyes, turned and walked out of the yard.Seeing this, Qiu Langxing squinted his eyes with a smile, and happily followed behind, walking on tiptoe and tiptoe.

The newly opened cloth shop is not far from the exhibition house, about three streets away, and Qiu Langxing usually walks there.Bringing dead leaves today, I thought about riding a horse or calling a carriage, but they didn't seem to have that intention, so he dragged people on foot with peace of mind.

Along the way, Qiu Langxing kept chattering with Dead Leaf, nothing more than a few things, such as how Zhan Hao recruited you in, how famous you are, you are willing to quit the arena and so on.Dead Leaf tends to ignore him, and the most common answer is to squint at him for a while, and then end the topic with a big white eye.

When the eyes closed too much, Qiu Langxing became unhappy, and instead bumped him with his shoulder with a playful smile: "Oh, don't do this, tell me? Zhan Hao is useless, so why did he put Did you bring it in for a meal?"

These words really pierced Dead Leaf's heart, and immediately his face was covered with an angry and unwilling expression: "Who told you that I'm living for nothing?!"

"Tsk, I said dead leaves. Do people still need to talk about this kind of thing? Anyone in the house can see it. Zhan Hao provided you with delicious food and drink, but didn't make you work. What do you think he beats?" Idea?" Qiu Langxing smiled meanly, with a sly and calm expression, as if he knew the answer to the matter but refused to say it.Dead Leaf glared at him viciously, and said coldly: "I am his bodyguard! Didn't you see that I follow him every day?"

"Follow him every day, so why are you with me now?" Qiu Langxing pouted teasingly, with a look of disapproval on his face.

The dead leaves were blocked by him so that his face looked like dog shit. If the eyes could kill, this guy would have died countless times.Seeing the suffocated expression on Dead Leaf's face, Qiu Langxing smiled leisurely at the side, walked forward leisurely with his hands behind his back, and said in a cool and authentic voice: "Withered Leaf, I think you might even have Zhan's family. How many industries do you not know?"

Withered Leaf gave him a cold look, and replied disdainfully, "I'm not his housekeeper, why do I need to know such things?"

"That's the case," Qiu Langxing stopped, and fixedly raised the corners of his mouth and turned his face to look at him, with a hint of inexplicable cunning in his eyes, "But don't you think that Zhan Hao is a little too inexplicable to you?" Are you already? Since you are his personal bodyguard, but sometimes he doesn’t take you with him. You used to go to Fengyuan Building with him, right? Other places, where else has he taken you?”

Withered Ye frowned and stared at him, thinking for a while, only to realize that the places she followed Zhan Hao were only the well-known places.

At this time, Qiu Langxing had a confident and contented smile on his face.He glanced at the dead leaves with a light smile, and teased in a drawn-out voice, "Zhan Hao is really strange, the number one killer in the Jianghu is actually kept at home for nothing, and he doesn't know where he came from." Leisure and leisure." After finishing speaking, he pretended to sigh a long time, as if he was very disappointed.

At this time, the cloth village also arrived, and Dead Ye frowned watching him swaying into the cloth village. There was a high courtyard wall with two dark ochre-colored gates open, and inside was a big courtyard.

Dead Leaf looked at the door for a while. This should be the workshop of Buzhuang. It is located on the edge of Suzhou Town, facing a small river.Because it is close to the edge, there are fewer people coming and going at the door.He stood there and looked around before turning and walking into the yard.

Because it is a cloth dyeing workshop, there are people coming and going inside, very busy and lively.The dead leaves followed Qiu Langxing through a large dye vat filled with liquids of various colors and colorful curtains covering the sky and the sun.When the workers saw Qiu Langxing, they all greeted him and called him Mr. Qiu.Withered Ye secretly slandered behind her back, is such a person worthy of being called Mr.The yin and yang, hippie smiling face is not serious, how does it look like a gentleman?

To be honest, the gentleman in Dead Leaf's heart should be like Gongsun Ce, with an indifferent and paranoid temperament in every gesture.This Qiu Langxing is really far behind.

Walking through the workshop all the way, the two passed through a gatehouse and entered another yard.The yard is relatively small and relatively quiet.Qiu Langxing took the account book out of his sleeve slowly, and said, "I'll go to the store in front first. Master Pei is working in the yard on the left, and his son is also there. Go and look at it." Zhan Hao also said The guards have to be strengthened in the past few days, maybe the people from the Yan family have come out to make some trouble..." As he spoke, he looked at the ledger and walked forward, and the dead leaves frowned and watched him disappear. After standing still for a while, he turned his head and looked at the courtyard door on the left.

Ask Jinshan people about the technique of blowing gold, he has heard of it, but if you want to talk about seeing it, I am afraid that few people in the world have seen it.It is said that Pei Junrong is young and strong, and the golden thread he blows is better than that of his master.It's just that the master and apprentice have never reconciled before, and Pei Junrong refused to use this craft to make money, so no one has seen the cloth he wove.Many businessmen once asked him to go out of the mountain, but he didn't agree. Some of them were tightly bound, which annoyed him, so he just punched and kicked out the door.

Love contaminates a married woman, offends the master but sticks to morality, and has a bad temper. I don't know how Zhan Hao persuaded such a strange person.Withered Ye walked into the courtyard gate with her mouth curled, and immediately saw Pei Xi who was playing with stones under the tree.A little girl armed with dark blue squatted beside him and played with him, holding a few withered yellow grass braids in her hands.

That little girl looks familiar, she seems to have seen her twice in the exhibition house, what's her name?Dead Leaf stared at him for a long time without thinking about it, but the girl looked up and saw him, stood up and greeted him generously: "Brother Cen, why did you come here?"

When Pei Xi heard her calling Brother Cen, he raised his head excitedly.When a pair of big eyes saw the dead leaves standing at the door, they immediately shone brightly.Withered Leaf's body froze slightly, feeling powerless in her heart.Pei Xi threw the things in his hand, and flew over with his dirty hands, shouting, "Uncle Cen!"

The little ancestor rushed forward in the blink of an eye, stretched out his hand and wanted to grab his clothes, Dead Leaf felt a throbbing pain in his temple, and could not help but reflexively grabbed his wrist.The child was stretched upward by his hands, the posture was awkward, and he didn't move or break free, almost hanging in mid-air.Pei Xi twisted his body "hmmm", bit his lip, looked up at him pitifully, and said, "Uncle Cen, let me down..."

The dead leaves were taken aback by his eyes, and they loosened their hands, and the child stood on the ground properly.Pei Xi bulged his face and blew his wrists, with a slightly aggrieved expression.Seeing him like this, Dead Leaf felt a little embarrassed, but didn't know how to comfort him.At this time, the girl came over with a smile, stretched out her hand and hugged Pei Xi into her arms, raised her eyes to the withered leaves and said, "Brother Cen, don't stand still, come in, Pei Xi just made up a little person, but It looks good." As she spoke, she lowered her face and touched Pei Xi's head, coaxing softly: "Pei Xi, didn't you become a villain for Uncle Cen?"

Pei Xi raised his eyes to look at her, then at the dead leaves, then lowered his head for a while, and pouted his mouth: "That was made for fun, it's not good-looking, so I can't give it to Uncle Cen."

"Well, you don't think it looks good, but Sister Yuan He thinks it looks very similar." The girl raised her head and winked at the dead leaf as she spoke, as if to signal him to coax Pei Xi.But Dead Leaf didn't receive her message at all, he stood there in a daze, thinking in his heart, so she is Yuan He, the walnut that Zhan Hao brought before seems to be bought by her, um, walnut is good eat.

Yuan He saw that he seemed to have lost his mind, couldn't help but sighed in surprise and helplessness, and said to himself, let's see how this number one killer in the world is spoiled by the young master.Shaking his head regretfully after sighing, he felt wronged