Shark Breeding Manual

Luo Weicheng got a painting, which was delivered to the door by Xie Boring himself, mixed with several small objects left by Luo Linjun, but Luo Weicheng only had a soft spot for this painting.

The painting was unopened when it was in his hands, and it was quite well preserved. Under the cover of the fan of Xie Bo's splashed ink landscape, only a pair of smiling eyes and the tearful mole that was about to fall:

"It was sent by Young Master Qiu from the city. I knew it belonged to the Luo family, so I put it away. Today it can be regarded as returning to the original owner."

Luo Weicheng showed gratitude: "Thank you."

After the person left, he inspected the objects on the desk, and then he completely disappeared in the simple hut.

Fortunately, the private school has not started yet, otherwise this gentle and trustworthy Mr. Luo would have to be given the name of being a saboteur.

It's early spring, and the snow-colored brocade covering the mountains is gradually lifting the corners of the clothes to reveal the original spring colors of the mountains and forests. It's just that the tired beasts in winter are still struggling and refuse to leave. After all, there is still a bit of coolness in the night, and the bleak frost rolls in the yard The green chrysanthemum leaves are curled up together, and the moonlight with sporadic starlight casts a cool color on the bluestone slab.

Luo Weicheng came back from outside the house and lit the candle lamp in the house. The wick was a bit long and stinging and burned a little bit. He took out the scissors from the drawer and cut a small section. The low flame flickered and trembled. Standing up tremblingly.

According to the painting directly opposite in the room, it was the painting sent by Xie Boran. The paper of this scroll is a bit old and not new, but the color in the painting does not know what material was used, and it is still as bright as before.

In the painting is a young man, tall like jade standing against the wind.

The flowers and trees in the courtyard beside him are lush and prosperous, just at dawn, and the fire clouds behind him are flying around the sky.

The young man curled his lips into a chuckle, and Zhou Fang's beautiful face turned pale. This stunning beauty was reflected in the dust because of him, and he dared not be abrupt.

There is a line of small characters next to it, the handwriting is sharp and straight, deeply embedded in the page:

Yun Shen does not know where the king is;

Mo Nong Difficult Book Old Spring

……

If this painting looked like a picture of a beauty to others, it made Luo Weicheng sleepless at night, tossing and turning, his eyes glowing with joy and karma.

The beliefs that were pushing into his bones seemed to grow crazily suddenly, urging his bones to grow rapidly, and he could even feel the painful protests from the bones that could not bear the burden due to the growing too fast.

But he can't control this growth, it's like a beggar who is about to die of starvation meets a table full of Chinese people, even if he is about to be starved to death, he still can't stop this luxurious meal that may only have one meal, even if the ending is embarrassing.

Bang! !

The sudden night wind blew on the half-closed windows and doors, and the candles in the house were swept away by the cold wind and disappeared, struggling to breathe out the last wisp of green smoke.

Luo Weicheng was startled by this movement, it didn't know when it was raining outside the door, and the pattering sound hit the eaves and outside the gate.

Probably the windows and doors were not closed tightly, but opened by the wind, babbling and humming a strange tune, twists and turns.

Luo Weicheng went forward and saw that the door bolt was stuck under the window sill, no wonder the door was not closed tightly, at this moment, the evil wind came from nowhere and the rain was pouring over his head and face, Luo Weicheng suddenly realized The warm coolness seemed to be blood-colored, carrying the stench left over from 15 years ago. His father protected him tightly, and the blood dripped warmly and cruelly on his face, but he was powerless to struggle.

Luo Weicheng shook his body, broke free from those tragic memories, and took a long breath, the light white air was light and faint like a wisp of white smoke.

He looked at his blood-stained palm and said softly:

"You're not that weak kid anymore."

……

New year and new weather, Jiang Mo got a salary increase in the new year, so he discussed asking Gu Changsheng to go out for dinner.

He tidied himself up once in a while, and found some decent clothes to change into. Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, Gu Changsheng thought it was some accident, so he knocked on the door and window with his fingers.

"Brother Gu, wait a minute, I'll be fine soon."

Jiang Mo hurriedly put on his clothes and didn't bother to change. He tidied up in the mirror, but he was still a little dissatisfied.

His appearance is not outstanding, because the outline has not yet unfolded, the small palm face is extremely agile, but now the skeleton is opened, and the contours of the facial features have also undergone earth-shaking changes. Although the eyes are still round and big, but I always feel that A lot rougher.

Compared to Gu Changsheng who is so breezy and breezy, I feel a little sluggish.

He didn't know when he started to hide some cautious inferiority complex in his heart, and he didn't even hope that he could grow up. He always thought that he could grow more slowly by being more of a buddy and eating less.

Gu Changsheng will spend a little longer by his side.

After thinking about it messily, he was afraid that Gu Changsheng would be waiting outside the door in a hurry, so he hurried out.

He was wearing an emerald green gown, a rare and beautiful color, thinking about those round eyes, flying out of the room like a happy blue bird.

Landing in front of Gu Changsheng, he was shocked by the color in his field of vision, and his eyes jumped.

"Quite good looking."

He spoke very sincerely, his face was as usual, mild and gentle, Jiang Mo grinned, but felt unreserved, tried to hold back the laughter with a straight face, but finally couldn't hold back the giggle.

Seeing him laughing and covering his mouth for a while, Gu Changsheng was a little puzzled, but asked in a good-tempered manner:

"Going out now?"

Jiang Mo nodded: "Well, I greeted the boss yesterday, and today's fish will be the freshest one for us."

The two walked out while talking, but suddenly there was a knock on the door, accompanied by a hoarse voice:

"Is Mr. Gu there?"

It is not a secret that Mr. Gu, who helps everyone in the city to read Fengshui, lives here. Sometimes, many people come to his house directly to look for him.

Jiang Mo was a little reluctant to open the door. He has been working part-time in the store recently and has been very busy. Gu Changsheng is usually busy when he is resting. Today, it is rare for the two of them to go out and play together when they are free. They did not expect to be disturbed again.

However, he was unwilling in his heart, but he was not ignorant. He thought it was better to open the door and send the person away first.

"coming."

Open the door, there are more than one person standing outside the door, an old man with white hair is standing outside the door, behind him is a sedan chair, it seems that the sedan chair is quite luxurious, but it is from a wealthy family.

The old man outside the door said: "But Mr. Gu's house?"

Jiang Mo nodded, opened the door for people to come in, thinking that if there was nothing urgent, he would have to go out later, so he didn't invite people in:

"Brother Gu lives here, but we just have to go out for a while. I wonder if there is something urgent?"

The old man tremblingly followed into the door, his eyelids drooping so much that there was only a thin line left in his eyes. At this moment, he looked up carefully at Gu Changsheng who had never spoken, and said after a while:

"Okay, okay, okay, sure enough, as the rumors say, Mr. Gu has an outstanding temperament, like a heavenly man."

Jiang Mo wondered if it was because he stayed with the little prince for a long time during that time, but listening to this now, if it wasn't for his age, these words would sound a little teasing.

Gu Changsheng's complexion remained unchanged, and he said in a warm voice:

"Is there something important, old man?"

The old man said: "The old slave heard that Mr. Gu is a sorcerer who helps people in the city to watch Fengshui and eliminate demons, so he came to chat with the master."

The old man's surname is Lian. According to what he said, it turned out that they just came from the city last month. They wanted to settle here, so they built a land on a deserted land in the east, but the house was almost built. One day, something happened suddenly, not to mention the death of three workers in a row, and a big hole suddenly appeared in the good yard.

After looking for someone to go down and look at it, there was no return. Now that I heard Gu Changsheng's name, I wanted to see if I could find a way.

After Gu Changsheng finished listening, he looked at Jiang Mo. He had promised Jiang Mo to go out for dinner together, but if he wanted to go, it would be delayed.

Jiang Mo was a bit reluctant at first, but seeing Gu Changsheng asking for his own opinion, he felt sweet, and said:

"Brother Gu, is there any danger?"

The old man said: "My master just asked Mr. Gu to go and have a look first. If we think it is dangerous, we will not force it, so we have to build another place."

Gu Changsheng didn't care, he thought about it:

"Well, let's go and have a look first."

Seeing Jiang Mo looking at the sedan chair outside, the old man explained:

"My master is seriously ill, and he never sees visitors on weekdays. Today, he was afraid that if the old slave came alone, he would not be sincere, so he dragged his sick body to follow."

The person in the sedan chair heard the words and said from a distance:

"Mr. Lao is here."

Although his voice was not low, he seemed a little weak, and he coughed after a while, and the old man hurriedly walked to the sedan chair, wanting to say something, but finally sighed helplessly.

There was a bloody smell in the air, Gu Changsheng thought, this person might not live long