Overhead currents are heavenly masters

Walking down with Qin Yue, Guan Yunheng asked: "Is today an announcement or a business?" He is not a person who likes to ask questions, but now that he is tied to this kid, there are some things that should be asked or asked clearly.

Just like the day before yesterday, Qin Yue got rid of the hundred-eyed spider.He was not mentally prepared at all, and faced the huge spider five or six people tall.For the first time, Guan Yunheng discovered that he had trypophobia.

"It shouldn't take much time to go beyond business. It's just that I have other things to detour to a place."

"Okay." As long as it's not about subduing demons and eliminating demons, Guan Yunheng will feel sick whenever he thinks of the brain fluid of the hundred-eyed spider splashing over his soul.Every time when he thought he was used to the current life, Qin Yue always brought new challenges.

After walking a few steps, Qin Yue passed a social youth with dyed red hair.He subconsciously turned sideways to give way, and the young man backed up, blocking his way.

The red hair looked him up and down, his eyes were very uncomfortable: "Hey...wait a minute. Are you the new tenant of Wei's house? You look pretty good."

Guan Yunheng gave a "tsk", and Qin Yue replied calmly: "Yes. Are you Yang Jin?"

For a long time, he felt that this kid's temper was too good.In the past two months, Guan Yunheng has encountered more strange things than in the previous 30 years.But no matter how weird and vexatious the client was, Qin Yue was able to maintain a calm mind with a indulgent smile.Tsk, is there something wrong with his brain circuit?Forget about customers, what is there to do with passers-by who look like hooligans at first glance?

Yang Jin bullied him without any sense of propriety, and became even more energetic: "You know me?"

"I heard Aunt Zhao mentioned you before. I saw you from afar when I first moved here..." I saw him gather a group of hooligans to fight with watermelon knives, and he even called the police.

Yang Jin suddenly said in a strange way: "That Zhao has been dead for almost two months."

Guan Yunheng couldn't help frowning, but Qin Yue didn't seem to hear this disrespectful tone, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Aunt Zhao passed away for almost two months."

Hongmao squeezed her chin, salivated and said with a smile: "However... her daughter is pretty good-looking, with a good figure. In front..." He gestured with his hand on his chest: "It's expected. It's a pity that he claims to be a famous college student. Fake Qing Gao!"

Guan Yunheng: "..." It's not that he has never seen a wretched man, but there are really few such low ones.

Seeing that he neither refuted nor agreed, Yang Jin decided that Qin Yue was pretending to be a hypocrite.He bumped him with his elbow: "But girls from a good family just can't play. Brother, do you have any hobbies? What kind of girls do you like? Do you like singing K? My brothers and I partnered to open a KTV. Inside The decoration, girls, and wine are very good. Are you interested in taking time to show you around? If you go alone, you can get a [-]% discount if you mention my name. In addition, there are such things inside..."

Qin Yue: "..." She turned her head and pretended not to understand.He remembered the KTV that Yang Jin was talking about. There was an ambiguous pink and purple light sign at the door, and there were still girls in cool clothes standing outside to solicit customers.

"You know, it's the kind of thing that can make you go to heaven with a little bit." Yang Jin sold it mysteriously.

"Oh. I still have something to do, let's go first."

Yang Jin saw that the other party was not up to the mark, and also a bit boring.He touched his pocket, the money in it had been gambled out last night: "Brother, do you have any cigarettes?"

"No."

"Is there any money in that?"

Qin Yue dug out her trouser pocket for a long time, and silently handed him ten dollars: "I only brought ten dollars."

Yang Jin pouted, but finally took it.He held the banknote between his fingers and waved his hand: "Okay, brother, thank you. I'll return it to you tomorrow."

Facing Hongmao's back, a few young men stood not far away.Among them was a tall, thin, black-haired figure.The white school uniform was faintly peeking out from under the overshirt that shouldn't be worn this season at all.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys are not the type who would hang out with someone like Yang Jin anyway.He pressed his lips tightly, and was taken away by the group of young people with colorfully dyed hair laughing and hooking their shoulders.

The young man took a look at Qin Yue, and pressed a peaked cap on top of his head, appearing very quiet amidst the din.

This group of inexplicable people disappeared at the intersection, Guan Yunheng sneered and said, "Why are you talking so much nonsense with him?"

"This man is a bit strange. Can Mr. Guan see it? He is full of malice."

Having said that, there was a layer of gray dust floating around the red hair, and he thought it was the smell of human scum: "Yes, a little bit."

Qin Yue said with a smile: "Mr. Guan, you are really the most amazing person I have ever met."

At first he sounded a little complacent, but Guan Yunheng thought to himself, isn't this saying that he is actually a bit strange?Instantly a little unhappy.

Qin Yue felt that this person was too difficult to communicate with. One second ago, it was sunny and sunny, and a second later, it was cloudy.Guan Yunheng didn't speak, and he didn't bother to talk. The two of them took the subway and got bored all the way.

He made a detour to an apartment and put the glass jar he got from Qi Xiaohe at the door of the apartment.

"what?"

"This is the residence of the child's mother before."

"How did you know? Oh, that shadow in the demon city told you." Guan Yunheng asked and answered.

"Why do you keep doing such thankless things?" Before Qin Yue could speak, he couldn't help complaining.

After that, Qin Yue came to a villa area in the western suburbs.When he was about to go in, Guan Yunheng stood still.

"Mr. Guan?"

"It's very close to where I live. It's just two blocks away."

Qin Yue thought for a while, and said sincerely: "Mr. Guan, you are really rich." There is a large area of ​​villas around here, but the construction time is only sooner or later.

"Hmph, that is."

The client's surname is Yuan, a middle-aged man with a pale face.He was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes were looking out of the window without focus.A Labrador nestled at his feet was licking his fingertips tenderly.Unmoved, the man picked up the black tea cup and took a sip: "Are you the Celestial Master?"

This dog must be very old.Its coat has lost its luster and its skin is sagging.The chin, shoulders, neck, and back are whitish.It walked up to Qin Yue and sat down, making a short cry.

"Is the dog dead?"

Qin Yue reached out and touched the top of Labrador's head, and smiled: "Yes."

Seeing his movements, the man coughed a few times: "Doug. My dog. Can you see it?"

"Yes. He was standing right in front of me."

The man's wife looked over disapprovingly, clearly not believing that Qin Yue could really see it: "Can you roughly describe what it looks like?"

"It's a Labrador. It's a beautiful dog. It wears a blue collar with a family photo and a name tag on it. Ah, is this your daughter? She looks like she's in junior high school."

The woman paused in astonishment, and stood up: "Yes. That's an old photo.

"The tip of his tail is black, and there is a piece of hairless on the right side of his belly." Qin Yue looked at it carefully: "Is Doug dying?"

"Yes. How does it look? Is it okay?" The man's eyes were red with excitement.He supported the handrail with his hands, and suddenly wanted to stand up, but fell back heavily because his body was too weak.

"Husband—the doctor said that rehabilitation is a long-term process." The woman held her husband down and asked the servant to watch him.

She walked up to Qin Yue and said in a low voice: "My husband suddenly lost his sight when he was nearly 40 years old. At the beginning, he was very irritable and didn't let anyone approach him. It wasn't until Doug came home that he gradually became more cheerful."

"He was a wonderful dog, like a miracle! When he died two weeks ago, we buried him on the hill where we used to walk. Then... my husband kept dreaming about him. We were worried that he was Didn't you have a bad time? Did you get bullied?"

The harsh-looking woman suddenly covered her face and began to cry, softening the lines of her face: "I'm worried that it will be very painful when it dies."

"It's just a little worried. Because after it passed away, your husband refused to find a new guide dog?"

The woman was surprised: "Yes. Did it tell you? My husband is very stubborn and fell down the stairs last week..." She stopped talking: "But Doug has done enough. We hope it to go somewhere better.”

Qin Yue bent down and stretched out her hand to the Labrador.Doug hovered between the host and hostess, and finally put his chin on the host's knee, rubbing gently, with a very nostalgic look on his face.

"How about it?"

"It rejected me. It wants to stay with you, Mr. Yuan. But according to your current physical condition, please find a new guide dog as soon as possible. Doug said it is watching you."

"Really? Good." The man choked up.There was finally a smile on his face, and he waved his hand in the void, intertwined with the soul of Labrador: "Doug, thank you. This... is enough."

Before leaving, the hostess personally delivered Qin Yue to the door and sealed a considerable amount of red envelopes.

Guan Yunheng said: "Are you lying? When can that dog talk?"

Qin Yue said helplessly: "It means that it's fine if you don't mean it. That Mr. Yuan is weak, and some words of encouragement will help him recover."

"God stick!"

Guan Yunheng complained again: "Isn't it boring to save the dog?"

Qin Yue replied with a serious expression: "Mr. Guan, there are no species of emotion in this world."

After the great truth, he sighed: Isn't the truth in this world 'If you have money, you can do whatever you want'"

Guan Yunheng: "..." I suddenly felt unable to refute.

After eating, he looked at the straight umbrella hanging on the young man's wrist, and said mockingly, "What kind of umbrella do you bring on a sunny day?"

"It will rain soon."

"Hmph, is it? I don't believe it."

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