"I...you, don't be friendly with Yanyan. I beg you. Yanyan...her husband...is my best brother! I promised him to take good care of Yanyan, he, he...come back soon Already."
After entering Fangzhou for more than a month, Li Ge, who was cold on the outside and hot on the inside, said more and more things.
After a pause, Brother Li grabbed the cigarette and took a long puff. He whispered, "Yanyan, she is an orphan."
"That year, Tianlongyuan went to Tianshan Mountain to place the Dinglong Needle, and Yanyan's family acted as guides."
"There was an accident on the way, and all eight of Yanyan's family were gone."
"Yanyan's mother was taking care of Yanyan at home, but she went up the mountain to rescue her and died."
"That year, Yanyan was not yet weaned."
"It was Master Hai and Master Wu who brought Yanyan back."
"We, we all regard Yanyan as our dearest sister."
"So Yanyan's colleagues in Fangzhou, no matter who they are, are as good as their closest relatives."
This sentence is the longest sentence Brother Li has ever said to me.
"Won't!"
"rest assured!"
I looked at Brother Li and said quietly, "I have a fiancée. She and I have been childhood sweethearts for eighteen years."
"From now on, I will keep a distance from Yanyan." Li Ge's tight eyes suddenly relaxed and he nodded heavily.
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Zhuang Chengxia came to pick up Xiao Yiyi first. Ten minutes later, Zhang Shiwei's life secretary Wang Pan entered the appraisal center wearing the most ordinary clothes.
Standing there until seven o'clock, the little monster didn't even raise his head to look at Wang Pan.
The old wall clock on the ground has been disassembled five or six times by the little monster. Every time it is reassembled, the little monster cannot grasp the accuracy of the spring.
The continuous failures made the little monster very angry, but there was no emotion shown on his face.
Wang Pan was almost drooling, but the little monster still went his own way.
No matter how patient Wang Pan was, he was tortured to death by the little monster and completely lost his temper.
Just imagine, you talk to a wooden man, and when you get angry, you can beat the wooden man to vent your anger.
What Wang Pan was dealing with was not the wooden man, but the transparent man who was being held in the air by the wooden man.
Even though Wang Pan has a strong psychological quality and knows the temper of the little monster, he still has no choice but to cry in the face of today's situation.
It is worth mentioning that Wang Pan is Zhang Shiwei’s life secretary who has stayed with him the longest.
A whole eighteen months.
Prior to this, Zhang Shiwei changed countless life secretaries. The longest is six months and the shortest is less than two months.
The reason is naturally that the little monster is too difficult to take care of.
You know, working as Zhang Shiwei's life secretary is a good thing that countless young elites can't even dream of.
Once Zhang Shiwei has been working for a few years, he will be able to work hard for ten years as a person of the same level.
Even so, Zhang Shiwei's secretaries changed one after another like a revolving door.
Such weird little monsters are really rare in the world.
"Assistant Child, please..."
Nearly an hour later, Wang Pan received countless urging calls from Zhang Shiwei. No matter how mentally stable an old dog was, he was still panicked by the urging and had no choice but to ask me for help.
"If he doesn't go back, let him sleep here."
Wang Pan looked at me in horror and shook his head heavily: "There has never been such a precedent."
"Then let Mr. Zhang pick it up himself."
Wang Pan didn't dare to answer these words, he smiled wryly, bowed his head, and continued to patiently coax the little monster.
I really couldn't stand it, so I wrote a few words on an A4 paper and placed it in front of the little monster.
After waiting for three seconds, the little monster didn't respond. I immediately took off the wall clock and went downstairs holding the little monster in one hand.
In front of the little monster, he locked the old wall clock into the safe, drew a clockwork spring structure diagram on the back of an A4 paper that only a paranoid and a lunatic could understand, and gave it to the little monster, pointing at it casually.
"Tomorrow. Nine o'clock. Continue to practice."
"Now, go back. Look at the picture."
Seeing me carrying the little monster around like a puppet, Wang Pan's handsome face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, his lips kept twitching, and his feet were swaying.
Casting the most resentful look at me, he turned around in pain and smiled, bending down to hug the little monster: "Yangyang, uncle, let's take you home."
In the next second, Wang Pan grabbed the air with both hands.
I saw the little monster getting up silently alone, quietly putting the structure diagram of the ghost painting talisman into his bag, slowly looking back at me, his eyes were so dark that I couldn't see his fingers, and there was no sadness or joy in them. He made a gesture and pursed his lips. He walked out with a tight mouth.
Wang Pan stood on the spot indifferently due to the earthquake. After a while, he turned his head to look at me with difficulty. His eyes were full of the ruins torn apart by the eight-magnitude earthquake.
It wasn't until I reminded Wang Pan that Wang Pan suddenly reacted and ran away.
"Boss. What's the name of this cousin?"
The little cousin appeared from behind me, her head stuck out of the door, and she stared at Wang Pan's dashing back: "Can you introduce me to her?"
"It is forbidden to fall in love during the internship. Violators will be fined five hundred."
The little cousin's eyes were burning with fire: "I want to report you for operating a black kindergarten without a license."
Giving me a look that meant I could understand it myself, my little cousin jumped up to Zhou Degui and called out affectionately: "Uncle Zhou, it's time to eat. Let's eat braised pork tonight."
"I only cooked for the two of us."
Today is Saturday, and it is also the day when I will be stationed at the big willow tree.
Early in the morning, I arrived at Daliushu wearing thicker equipment than usual.
The lanterns came on early, and the whole long street was deserted.
I sat under the plane tree and sat quietly.
I have been in Yandu for more than a month, and I have sat under this sycamore tree eleven times.
In the eyes of passers-by, I am an orphan abandoned by the city. But I don't care at all.
I found that only under this tree can my heart find rare peace.
As time goes by, more and more merchants appear on the long street.
At around eleven o'clock, the world-famous once-a-week Daliu Shu Ghost Market officially opened.
I didn't go in, I just sat under the plane tree, doing my own thing quietly.
Today's Daliu Shu Ghost Market is very lively. Many familiar faces I have seen visited the ghost market that night.
Among them are Huang Shengyang, Xian Zihang, Fu Haopan...
