After retirement, I became a gangster soul mate [Transmigration Book]

The Love of the Pear Blossom Tree "The spiritual energy in this world is thin and cannot be born."

Xiao Lige was afraid that the matter would turn into a rage, so he quickly explained: "Master, Mr. Yu is a retired ghost."

The handsome uncle fell silent, very knowledgeable about current affairs: "500 million, how much do you want?"

Now it was Yu Xian's turn to be confused: "...how many?"

Master Xiao Li thought for a while: "That's a bit much... There are more than ten cards in a box."

Yu Xian fell into deep thought: "... Could it be that your patriarch really has a crush on me?"

In fact, they also have the same doubts about this.

But 500 million a piece is too expensive!

That box can't go down to [-] million!Although it would cost tens of thousands of dollars to put it up for auction!but!Yu Xian's face was expressionless, and he was entangled in his heart. His pension is indeed quite a lot, but [-] million is still too much, and it is estimated that the employment money that Song Lingyi gave him is not enough.

"It's so troublesome." Yu Xian's eyes suddenly sharpened: "Let's fight."

Handsome Uncle: "...Actually, we can negotiate the price."

Yu Xian was very firm: "Don't talk, let's fight."

"Ahem." Ye Li suddenly interrupted: "2000 million, all of them."

The handsome uncle must have been scared, so he nodded quickly: "Then 2000 million, take it all away, and I'll give it free shipping!"

"By the way, I won't tell you if I have something else to do. I wish you a happy life!"

As soon as the screen went dark, Xiao Li took back his phone and glanced at Yu Xian apologetically.

Yu Xian didn't care, turned his head to look at Ye Li, thought for a moment: "Song Lingyi is awake?"

"Yeah." Ye Li nodded: "The boss said he paid the money."

Yu Xian pursed his lips, with a displeased expression on his face: "Whoever asks him to pay, I have money myself, and I just pay money every day, vulgar!"

After finishing speaking, he rolled up the painting scroll, got up and went upstairs.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw the crooked beauty sitting on the head of the bed, with a book on his lap, which Yu Xian used to pass the time before. After all, all the phones and tablets have been confiscated. As for this How do people know the content of their conversation below, of course there is more than one mobile phone, and the two sticks are his eyeliner who join in the fun.

Song Lingyi glanced at the scroll in his hand, and his hoarse voice was full of the power of a domineering president's money: "Before I die, I will be responsible for all your expenses."

Yu Xian put the scroll next to his lap: "You don't need to pay for this, I will buy it myself, and this one will be my gift to you."

"The painting is quite #哥#儿#全#理# Well, the main reason is that the artistic conception is very positive and reflects the beauty of life. I will hang it for you to watch every day."

When Song Lingyi thought that he could see Yu Xian's portrait as soon as he opened his eyes every day, he wanted to sleep for a long time, but he couldn't stop Yu Xian's movements. He watched him unfold the scroll and found a very conspicuous position in the bedroom , It’s really a place where you can definitely see the painting when you sit up.

To be honest, this painting is really top grade.

Although the content of the painting does not have much profound connotation and high-pitched and broad emotions, it can still touch people's hearts.

Song Lingyi's eyes moved slightly: "The person who has a crush on you painted it?"

The deep affection that can be seen at a glance, maybe there was once such a person, he was full of eyes on the person in the painting, every move, every frown and smile was firmly remembered in his heart, Yu Xian was quite young when he died, The emotions that have no place to vent are finally integrated into the strokes of each painting. No wonder such vivid scenes can be drawn.

Yu Xian shook his head: "I haven't been named, so I don't know who it is."

"I don't have a similar person in my memory, but even if I remember, I don't think there is a reason for it."

Song Lingyi looked away, feeling an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It seemed a little uncomfortable, a little bored, especially seeing Yu Xian's indifferent and indifferent appearance, and his heart tightened and ached.

Couldn't help coughing, followed by a more severe cough, blood bloomed on the white quilt, and red plums bloomed, Yu Xian trotted to the bed when he heard the movement, warm palms gently helped his back. He followed his breath, the heat didn't dispel the coldness, instead it hurt his whole body like a knife. His physical and mental fragility made him unable to suppress his restless emotions, so he raised his hand with difficulty to push Yu Xian away, The voice trembled a little: "Get out!"

Yu Xian's heart ached again when he met those flushed eyes.

The cold hatred rushing towards his face seemed to choke his throat, making him unable to speak a word.

Song Lingyi closed his eyes and let out a long sigh: "Go out."

"...Oh." Yu Xian obediently left the room.

Song Lingyi raised his hand to cover his forehead, and finally suppressed the destructive hatred, and threw the white cover on the quilt to the ground. He lay back slowly and closed his eyes to rest for a while. In the haze, a faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, unlike the cool and quiet high-grade freshener, this fragrance is more fresh and peaceful, and has a soothing taste.

The whole body is also warm.

Song Lingyi slowly opened his eyes, and the snow-white tree came into view.

"Meow~"

Accompanied by the sound of purring, the cat meowing seemed to be coquettish to someone.

It was a young man sitting on a stone bench with his back facing him. He was wearing a water-blue robe, his back was straight, his long hair was hanging behind him, and he was gently swaying in the wind. Many petals as white as snow had already fallen on his head. , He didn't care about it, and while stroking the cat in his arms, he lowered his head and dozed off little by little.

Song Lingyi walked forward until he walked behind the young man.

The young man leaned forward and slowly woke up.

Feeling that someone behind him blocked his sunlight, he turned around and looked up at Song Lingyi.

His face was a bit blurred, and he couldn't see who it was, but the lazy voice when he first woke up clearly reached his ears: "The weather is really nice today, and there is nothing left or right. Why don't you bask in the sun in the courtyard, and after a few days There are no such leisurely moments in the sky."

Song Lingyi heard himself say, "If you're tired, don't go."

The young man smiled softly: "Not tired, try to come back when the pears are ripe."

Song Lingyi swept off the pear blossoms on top of his head for him: "If you want to eat pears so much, just plant a few more varieties of better ones, and this one will be able to see the flowers and enjoy the coolness. These pears are too sour and astringent to eat."

When the young man heard this, he asked narrowly, "What? Have you eaten?"

Song Lingyi sat on another stone bench: "I don't know who it was last year, but I wrote letters every day thinking about the pears on this tree."

The young man was taken aback, and said with a smile: "So you changed the pear for me!"

"Cough." Song Lingyi poured a cup of cold tea on the table, and took a sip to hide his embarrassment.

"Meow~Jiao Zheng Lai sees Zheng Lai"

The cat in his arms stretched, jumped onto the stone table, tentatively stretched out its paws to scratch Song Lingyi's wide sleeves, he quickly retracted his arms, the cat thought it was playing with it, lowered its body and swayed Looking at his buttocks, as if he was about to pounce forward, he said quickly: "Hold it, don't pounce on me."

The young man only sticks his cheeks, and has no intention of stopping it.

There was even some agitation like joining in the fun: "Lizi, yes, jump up."

The cat successfully jumped into Song Lingyi's arms, leaving a few faint plum blossom marks on the white robe.

Song Lingyi helplessly held the back of the cat's neck, and patted the mark on his chest with the other hand.

"When I'm not around, you have to help me raise the pears, you have to get along well, you know?"

Song Lingyi sighed, and put the cat in his arms: "You know I don't like this kind of fur."

He said so, but he vaguely remembered that the kitten had been by his side ever since.

The picture freezes and then gradually blurs.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch the person who was holding the cat and smiling at him, but it was just a gust of wind, and finally disappeared.

The heart seemed to calm down.

The painting was glowing slightly, and a white butterfly that seemed to be hidden among the pear blossoms slowly flew out of the painting, flapping its wings gently, flew to the bed, and finally landed between the slightly stretched eyebrows.

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Yu Xian came down from upstairs dejectedly, collapsed on the sofa and didn't want to move.

Xiao Li still did not leave in the living room, and Yu Xian did not chase him away, just staring at the ceiling with his head up in a daze.

The atmosphere is too quiet.

Ye Li and He Yang couldn't bear to go out to do their own business.

"Ah..." Suddenly, Yu Xian remembered something: "You practitioners in the yang world, do you know where there are any treasures?"

Xiao Li thought for a moment: "The aura in this world is thin, so it can't be born."

Yu Xian murmured: "Well... what about those before the founding of the People's Republic of China? How many of you who have become elites do you know?"

Xiao Li shook his head: "For protection, their identities are all disguised and kept secret."

Yu Xian sighed in disappointment, it seemed that he could only wait for the news from Min Zhixing.

"However..." Xiao Li thought for a while: "The Celestial Masters Association recently discovered a strange thing."

Yu Xian opened his eyes and motioned for him to continue.

"There is an agricultural merchant selling agricultural products on the Baotao platform, which contains a certain aura."

Yu Xian yawned: "Fengshui treasure land."

Now the aura is thin, and it is only for the air content and the total amount, but it is true that after years of accumulation in some geomantic treasures, the water and soil also contain a certain amount of aura, but these auras are not very useful to ordinary people, so they can Let the body be better, the brain smarter, and live longer.

"If it's just a geomantic treasure, the Celestial Masters Association won't pay much attention to it."

"Sometimes in that store, a limited number of drinks are put on shelves for a limited time. They are only displayed but not sold. You need to contact them privately to buy."

"Very expensive, 20 ten milliliters."

Yu Xian has listened to tens of thousands of works today, and his heart is a little unsteady, but anyway, his paintings are dated, and a large one still has a sense of volume, but what is the concept of ten milliliters? After drinking it, I slid down my stomach without even tasting the taste, so why is this precious thing so expensive!Fairy water? !

"Beauty and beauty, prolong life, cure diseases and maintain health."

Yu Xian sighed: "Selling health care products?"

Xiao Li: "It's not fake."

"50 years old becomes 30 years old, the dying person survives, the broken leg heals, and the disfigured face heals."

Yu Xianzheng thought it was a false advertisement to bluff people, but then he thought about it, this thing was found by the Celestial Masters Association, which means that it happened in the real world. There is no doctor to rejuvenate, no plaster and steel nails for a broken leg, no plastic surgery and skin grafting for a disfigured person.

To have this effect... that liquid is probably not an ordinary thing.

Yu Xian thought for a while: "What kind of spiritual liquid is the liquid that the merchant sells?"

Xiao Li nodded: "It's possible."

Yu Xian sat up, looked down and pondered for a moment, and asked, "Where is the place?"

The author has something to say: Yuyu: You were so gentle in your dream...why do you grow into such a virtue now?

Jiaojiao: Dreams always have everything

Yuyu (in a low voice): Isn’t it just the white moonlight in the dream, as if no one has it

I'm not doing suspense, I'm talking about love

All conspiracies and tricks are for the sublimation of love (狗头)