Lao Cao not only heated up the wine, but also carefully cut the cooked food and put it on the plate, and even added a plate of fried peanuts.
"Come on, come on, take a bite first."
Lao Cao greeted me warmly, poured two cups of wine, and gave me one cup.
I held the wine glass with my index finger and thumb and touched it lightly with the wine glass in his hand. A cluster of faint blue flames appeared at the mouth of the two glasses at the same time.
Lao Cao was a little unhappy, "You can drink alcohol and show off your skills. Do you understand what it means not to be a saint in front of real people?"
I said, "You always misunderstood me. I just want to drink some warm wine to get rid of my bad luck."
When Lao Cao heard this, he was very interested and said, "What's the origin? It's not easy to make your kid feel guilty."
I drank the wine in the glass with fire, let out a sigh of relief, exhaled a spicy breath, pinched two fried peanuts and threw them into my mouth. The crispy sweetness of the peanuts mixed with the mellow aroma of the wine, creating a sensation that was mind-blowing. Comfortable from the inside out.
"The driver is Miao Longwang, and the person in the car is his aunt, who is his aunt. The bottom of the boat is in Haifeng, and Ke Lianfan is in Hong Kong No. 14. Mr. Zhang, the leader of the West Qin Class."
"No, Miao Zhengping was born as a water rat. He worshiped Prince Pingbo and believed in other random outsider Bodhisattvas because he would be rejected by Prince Pingbo and unable to cross the river. There is something wrong with the aunt he worshiped."
"You have a keen eye, and it's all because of this aunt's advice that a water mouse can become a dragon king. He comes from the south with iron shoulders, carrying three water poles across the board, with a large Hong Gang bottom on his left shoulder, and an iron mouth grass hair on his right collar. In January Two slaps on the head."
"Damn it." Lao Cao blurted out a curse, and then looked at me suspiciously, "Are you born with evil spirits and a destiny of causing disaster? Can you also provoke such a giant sea wolf?"
I raised my glass and motioned for him to pour the wine, "She begged me to save her life. I asked her to throw money to ask for fortune, but she didn't throw it."
Lao Cao frowned and poured two glasses of wine, then drank it down in one gulp, "Knowing the art, or the trick? Be careful. Two slaps a month will cause huge disasters. Be careful to get involved and lose your head."
I smiled and said, "Didn't I come to ask you for help?"
Lao Cao looked at me warily, "What do you want to do? Don't push yourself too hard, I still have..."
"You'll be retiring in less than ten months. I'm counting on it for you, so don't mention it all the time. I'm not asking about political affairs, but I'm just asking for a piece of news. Who is the noble person who appreciates Miao Zhengping's meal?"
"How can a small police officer like me know about this kind of thing..."
"If Miao Zhengping ascends from the same place, there shouldn't be any big problem."
"Get lost! I won't drink with you anymore."
Lao Cao cursed angrily, slammed the wine glass on the table, quickly wrote a word on the remaining wine that flowed out, and then wiped it away.
Fortunately, my eyes have been trained, otherwise I might not be able to see clearly what he wrote.
When I saw this surname, I knew something in my heart, and I raised my hand to Lao Cao, "If you earn it tonight, I'll buy you the wine tomorrow!"
After coming out of the police room, he turned to the street and bought two loads of paper ingots. When he turned back to the small courtyard, Miao Zhengping was no longer there.
I stepped on the threshold, drew a circle on the spot at the entrance of the courtyard, burned the paper ingots, and then moved to the guest room.
Wen Xiaomin had tidied up the quilt, changed into a thin nightgown, and sat on the bed holding the quilt, looking extremely nervous.
I lit a stick of incense on the window sill of the guest room and said to her, "Just sleep peacefully tonight."
Wen Xiaomin blinked, "Is that okay? Don't you need to do some magic to drive away ghosts?"
I said: "I don't understand the tricks of dancing masters. I have my own way to solve things like being haunted by wild ghosts. Don't ask too many questions and sleep peacefully."
After coming out of the guest room, I still had evening classes as usual, but instead of practicing boxing, I increased the number of calligraphy exercises.
I’m still stuck at that word count, and it’s useless no matter how much I write.
If I hadn't been interrupted by Lu Desheng that night, I could have exceeded the current word limit.
I don’t know when I will be able to regain my state of mind at that time.
When I returned to the bedroom, I saw Wen Xiaomin huddled in my bed, with only her head exposed, looking at me timidly.
"Can I sleep here? As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw those evil spirits surrounding me. I really didn't dare to sleep alone."
I smiled and lifted the quilt.
The flimsy nightgown was gone too.
The smooth body, although covered with bruises, is still extremely attractive.
Especially the pair of long legs twisted together and the slender white feet.
The word color means a knife on the head.
Then this woman's legs and feet must be her cutting blades.
She sat up, tall and straight, and looked at me silently. Although she didn't say anything, her smart eyes had already conveyed enough information.
I sat on the edge of the bed, and she slowly came over, put her arms around my neck, and pressed her face against mine.
"I heard that your Xi Qin operas are all about real kung fu?"
"That depends on what kind of skill you are talking about."
"Oh, then what is your real skill?"
This sentence was not answered.
But actual actions allowed me to see her true skills.
It's really strong.
Better than Sister Miao, better than Feng Juan.
I don’t have much experience in this area, and I can’t say where I am strong, but I feel very strong.
When she sat on it, she felt the ultimate pleasure that she had never experienced before.
But there are some shortcomings.
Although her skills are strong, she still lacks sincerity. She is not as crazy as Sister Miao, nor as gentle as Feng Juan.
While I was busy, there was a slight noise outside the back window, but it was just one sound and then no more.
I smiled.
Wen Xiaomin misunderstood my smile and slowly lay on me, putting her mouth next to my ear, breathing slightly.
"When Mr. Zhang started fishing in 1976, I was fifteen years old. He taught me this real kung fu for three years, so he taught me the Spring Code and recognized me as a closed disciple. But he didn't know that it was actually me who reported him secretly. , so that he leaked the truth and could no longer hide it. I originally thought that I could get rid of him forever and be my head actress from now on. I sang the opera seriously and lived my life peacefully. Qingshui Peng was famous all over the country, even in the province. Every theater in the country would invite me to perform in shows, and the plays I rehearsed could be performed to serious foreign guests! I was very happy, and I thought I could be happy like this for the rest of my life! But he came back again, he couldn't be a human being by himself, and he wouldn't let me Be a human being!”
She suddenly went crazy and screamed with all her strength.
It was as if she was dealing with the shadow that she hated so deeply but couldn't get rid of.
After the madness comes exhaustion.
While sleeping until midnight, there was a strange sound.
It seemed like someone was roaring angrily, full of malice and resentment.
I opened my eyes.
Gray mist floated in the room.
The sound came from outside the courtyard.
Walking to the window, opening the curtains, you can see five dark figures standing outside the courtyard door.
The gray-white mist obscured their specific appearance, but it could not hide their flashing red eyes.
