Human dimension reduction

Qiao Zhou didn’t care how Yao Li got in touch with Zhong Qi. He left the clinic to Yao Li and then went to Wanjia. Land, if you want to clear the game, how can you stay away from the plot for a long time.

Qiao Zhou was holding a newly bought soft woolen cap in his hand, squinting his eyes to look at the stately mansion of a wealthy family in a street, his face full of thoughtfulness.

As Gui Ning said to him, the Wan family is the richest man in Shanghai, a first-class wealthy family. The old man of the Wan family used to run a boat in his early years. The glorious years of the red-capped businessmen were all-powerful. Later, when foreign barbarians invaded, the thirteen lines gradually declined, and they were liquidated by the Qing court. High-rise buildings collapsed, and the people involved were either beheaded or exiled. Then, a large group of people took the opportunity to tear off the corpse of the dead behemoth, and established a new business kingdom in the skeleton.

Mr. Wan took advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune. He swallowed a few ships from Dongchanghang and started his own shipping business. In 20 years, he will become a big crocodile occupying the ten-mile foreign market in the magic capital.

After so many years, the Wan family has lasted for several generations, and the ridicule of "wealth is not more than three generations" seems to have failed on Wan's family. Up to now, Wan's cargo ships are still traveling on the Lanchun River, at the port of Shanghai and foreign countries. The cobweb-like and unbreakable commercial passages between other places have been drawn up. It is said that the mountains of gold and silver piled up in the warehouses of thousands of families have become a sea, which is not much worse than the Thirteen Banks in its heyday.

It is not difficult to understand why Wanjia's house is so big.

It is really big. The pink and white wall encloses a whole street. Flowers and trees protrude from the top of the wall. The shade is green and there is a faint stream of water. It seems that a large-scale garden has been built inside, which can be seen from a distance. The vermilion eaves of the small pavilion are like a handful of bright jade sticking out of the green trees.

He wants to visit Wanjia, and it is best to live in Wanjia. Yao Li's story is very simple. Generally speaking, Wanjia got rich improperly and used crooked methods in exchange for prosperity. Zhou can come up with a lot if he thinks about it casually, but it is always inseparable from an unjust case of human life-this kind of supernatural novel, in the final analysis, must be dead.

Qiao Zhou turned his cane around.

Is there any way to let him go in openly?

Invited in as a visiting doctor?That would require someone in the family to be sick.

or someone dies—

When he thought of this, the side door of Wan's family that had been open all the time was pushed open to the maximum, and a thin young man with the appearance of a servant ran out, with an ugly expression, and waved to the other servants standing outside: "Seventh Young Master can't do it, go Please invite the doctor from Huichun Hall, Fifth Aunt wants to invite the doctor from the hospital, please also invite them, oh and—”

As soon as he finished speaking, several servants quickly trotted to invite people separately, and the others stood in place. Qiao Zhou noticed that they were winking at each other, and there was something in their expressions that they knew each other well.

"Also, go to Liuzi Alley and see if Mr. Lan is there. If he is...please come here too."

The last sentence was finished, and the two left in agreement. Qiao Zhou didn't expect such a happy event, so he put his hat on his head, turned his head and left.

The crazy doctor's ability to move in space is very useful. He even sat in the yard and made himself a cup of tea before waiting for Lan Yin to come back.

The black-haired young man lowered his head, put the three sticks of incense in his hands at the door, wiped the mud under his feet on the bluestone steps, looked up and saw Qiao Zhou sitting in the yard, with cold and emotionless eyes It suddenly lit up.

"I'm here to drink tea with you. Afternoon tea is the best opportunity to bond with each other." Qiao Zhou took out a thin book from his arms and pressed it on his lap as if by magic, tilting his head and smiling at Lan Yin.

Lan Yin looked at the bare table next to him, walked into the main room, took out a stack of pastries from the cabinet, put them on a plate, and placed them gently beside Qiao Zhou: "I just bought them this morning."

None of them mentioned the rash girl who came to the door last night, because Lan Yin didn't care at all, and Qiao Zhou wanted him to forget her quickly.

"What book is this?" Lan Yin asked cautiously as his eyes fell on the book in Qiao Zhou's hand.

He saw that the book was full of foreign characters that he couldn't understand, and he knew that it must be the language of Vincent's country. Is it?"

The other party handed the book to him generously: "I didn't expect to find the English translation of this book in the bookstore here, so I bought it and looked at it. It's a collection of poems. This poet is my favorite. He His poems are very spiritual."

Lan Yin heard the word "poetry collection", stopped holding the book, subconsciously said: "poetry collection? Except Wushan is not a cloud? Or is it a new style of poetry they are talking about recently?"

Vincent froze for a moment: "I'm sorry, except... what?"

It was only then that Lan Yin realized that although Vincent spoke Chinese fluently, he was from a foreign country, and he might not have memorized the familiar sentences of these Chinese literati, so he changed the topic and pointed to the One page asked, "What is this written about?"

The people around him leaned over the table, and their silver-gray hair fell on Lan Yin's shoulders, making Lan Yin's heart beat twice faster.

"Ah...you actually found it here," Vincent seemed to smile, and there was something wonderful and deep in this short smile, but Lan Yin couldn't tell what it was for a while, "I I also like these lines of poems, as if... I am writing about myself."

Vincent's words completely aroused Lan Yin's curiosity, and he looked straight into the cornflower eyes of the other party, silently expressing his request.

"Okay." Vincent slightly raised the corners of his lips, sighing and joyful, and did not reach out to take the book back. Instead, he stuck to Lan Yin's ear and translated them word by word in a soothing manner. Huaxia Wen read it out.

"in the past,

If I remember correctly,

My life has been a feast.

over there,

All hearts are open,

All the wine was overflowing. "

When Vincent read the poem, his tone was very gentle, as if he was whispering to his lover beside his pillow. There was a strange magic power in every turn and pause, pulling people's heart towards the unknown abyss and growing The old castle of ivy slowly slipped away.

Lan Yin listened to him reciting poems in her ear, and some kind of intense and crazy emotion almost burst out of his chest, but his reason firmly held his mouthpiece.

No, no, no.

He should not be greedy and reckless in trying to possess this foreign rose, he should be more cautious, more careful...

Vincent approached him at this moment, his warm breath almost blew Lan Yin's eyelashes, and he asked softly like a whisper, "What are you thinking?"

Lan Yin was stiff all over, but somehow she sat there motionless.

What is he waiting for?He himself does not know.

"I...I was thinking that your family background should be very good..." Lan Yin didn't know what nonsense she was talking about, so she heard the people around her suddenly laugh.

"Are you concerned about my past? Or are you curious about everything about me?"

It was still the gentle whispering tone, and the breath was so close that it broke through the traditional social distance.

Without waiting for Lan Yin to answer, Miyan Qiangwei from a foreign country said meaningfully: "If you want to know my past, then you have to exchange it with yours. This is only fair, isn't it, Lan?"

The distance between them was suddenly widened. Vincent sat back in his chair, pulled back the book in Lan Yin's hand and pressed it on his knee, with a calm expression, just like the man who deliberately lowered his voice to release his charm. It has nothing to do with him at all.

Lan Yin moved her throat, her thirsty and hot blood vessels were throbbing and throbbing, but there was an untimely knock on the door outside.

For a moment, Lan Yin's eyes became extremely terrifying. In the interlacing of light, the black pupils in those beautifully shaped phoenix eyes stretched straight into the vertical pupils of cold-blooded animals, with golden scales layered on top of each other, purple cold green and faint blue, like The iridescent color that appeared on the surface of the foam disappeared suddenly, like a giant python opening its hunting sclera, but when Qiao Zhou looked over again, there was no abnormality.

"Mr. Lan! The seventh young master doesn't seem to be doing well, so I have to trouble you to go..."

The two servants who came in nodded and bowed their heads, pretending to be respectful, but they didn't dare to get close to Lan Yin, even looking up at Lan Yin seemed taboo.

Therefore, they also escaped Lan Yin's cold and gloomy sight by a blessing in disguise.

The two of them knew each other well, Lan Yin was an embalmer, so of course it was not easy to bump into the doctors who went to see the doctor. Isn't this just saying that Wan Jia doesn't trust the medical skills of these doctors?Therefore, they must have spent some time on the road, and came at a time that was neither too early nor too late, which happened to interrupt Lan Yin's words.

If it weren't for the inopportune moment, Qiao Zhou would have thanked these two servants.

He knew what Lan Yin would say, but now was not the time, at least he had to wait for him to find out more about the specific situation of the operation of "Magic City Records", otherwise he would have to play Lan Yin, Vincent, and Playing Song Chenggong is exhausting.

Lan Yin entered the main room without saying a word, pulled out a rattan box from under the bamboo bed, and walked out with a rattan box in her hand. It seemed that she was quite used to such sudden takeaway orders from Wanjia.

When he walked out, Qiao Zhou and Qiao Zhou followed naturally, Lan Yin didn't respond to this, but the expressions of the two servants changed: "This... sir, you are..."

They saw a foreign devil in the yard just now, and with a cursory glance, they knew that this foreign devil was covered in good things, so they also showed politeness to distinguished guests, but politeness is one thing, if this foreign devil wants to follow... ...that's another story.

The family ugliness should not be publicized, and it is such a big event as the young master's funeral, how can a rough foreign devil be taken to watch it?

"There is a funeral at home, I'm afraid the reception is not good enough, sir, wait for us to inform, next time I come back, I will definitely be a guest of the Wan family..."

The servant didn't finish his refusal, Lan Yin glanced at him coldly: "My friend, your medical skills are very good."

The servant looked at each other, hesitated for a few moments, then bowed his head and backed away.

Since it is the person that Lan Yin wants to take... Let him take it. Anyway, it is not surprising what the undertaker does. Even if the master and wife know about it, they will only think that the undertaker is mentally ill and mentally ill.

In this way, Qiao Zhou followed Lan Yin into the door of Wanjia.

Sure enough, a landscape garden was carefully crafted in Wanjia’s house, and there were groups of servants and servants coming and going, not inferior to those rich and powerful families in ancient TV dramas. They seemed to be familiar with Lan Yin, and when they saw him coming, they all bowed their heads and gave way. There was a clear understanding of Lan Yin's intention in his eyes.

The master's family was in mourning, and among so many servants who came and went, no one had a sad face, and his expression was indifferent, calm and numb, and he didn't even pretend to be sad. It seemed that the death of a young master was not a big deal thing.