Chapter 340 This product is a broken wing

Sunny Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Yesterday I only stayed with Uncle Yuanji all morning, but this morning made me think about it all day today. People seem to have no strength and are always thinking about what their uncle died yesterday. This is the first time that Uncle Yuanshi has officially taught me, and it may be the last time.

I wonder why almost all religions persuade us to walk towards love, not to do good. And what is the origin of love? Today, I thought about it for a day, but I didn't figure it out. Not only that, but it also makes people tired.

I remembered yesterday's question again, that is why my uncle finally left me such a message to not believe in Uncle Yuanshi, and why.

At that time, I also asked Uncle Yuanshi from the side and asked him about the acquaintance process of my uncle, and wanted to get some useful information from it, but Uncle Yuanshi did not answer me this question, leaving me with an unsolved mystery.

However, I can clearly see that from Uncle Yuanji's side, he has a good relationship with my uncle. Judging from the fact that he brought my uncle's clothes and my uncle entrusted him to teach me some Taoist things, the relationship between my uncle and Uncle Yuanshi should also be good. But why did two good friends end up like this? I can't figure this out.

Finally, when I went down the mountain, I gritted my teeth and told Uncle Yuanji the truth: "Uncle, did I actually lie to you?"

"What did you lie to me?" Uncle Yuanji was stunned. He didn't have the headmaster's spell to peep into people's hearts, so he didn't know what I thought.

"Sorry, the material last night is actually fake!" I told the secret hidden in my heart.

Uncle Yuanshi just let out a "oh", but his expression was very calm. This untimely calm makes me feel very surprised. I don't understand why he is still so calm at this time.

Finally, Uncle Yuanji gently patted me on the shoulder and smiled at me, "Your uncle really saw you right!"

"What's wrong? Uncle, what is the relationship between you and my uncle? I have always been worried about this issue, but Uncle Yuanshi has never told me. Because the last message left by my uncle made the relationship between my uncle and uncle foggy and made me unable to see through it.

Uncle Yuanshi smiled and didn't answer me. After a while, he said, "Handsome, you are very curious. What you don't know is better than knowing?"

"Aren't I going to ask for an explanation?"

Uncle Yuanshi first looked around, and finally put his head over. He whispered to me, "Handsome, your move last night was really amazing. Even the headmaster can be cheated. Do you know that the principal has always been very thoughtful?

Uncle Yuanshi praised me, but I didn't take it seriously. That's not because he can peep at me and keep scolding him in my heart. No matter how determined a person is, as long as he is constantly scolded, he will always suffer some waves in his heart. There may be few people in the world who can achieve the determination of Lou Shide's determination to spit on his face. Even the Son cursed the figs; even the Buddha scolded him back. A saint is like this, not to mention a principal?

This thought made me a little proud, but I suddenly thought of Uncle Donkey's evaluation of me. With wisdom and so much, this basin of cold water made me shiver. These of mine are only some little smarts at best. Compared with those big wisdoms, they are sold in front of dry Lulu.

I suddenly realized that what Uncle Yuanshi said to me just now was about him and changed my topic. So I went back to the previous question: "Well, you haven't told me what your relationship is with my uncle? What happened between you?"

Uncle Jie patted me on the shoulder and left with a smile, leaving me with an unsolved mystery. This mystery also bothers me today. Since yesterday, I have begun to imagine countless stories between Uncle and my uncle, as if each story can tell why he and my uncle became the current relationship, but each story has no sufficient reason to convince me.

This problem will stop abruptly when I open the door. Because I found that there was one more middle-aged man in the living room.

He looks 40 or 50 years old. A square face looks very decent, and his hair is neatly combed back. He looks shiny in the light. I don't know how much wax is applied to it.

In front of him, there is a teapot. I am so familiar that I even feel familiar with the gap in the steaming teacup. Finally, I thought this guy was using the tea set in my kitchen.

More importantly, this guy saw me sitting on the sofa carelessly and didn't mean to get up. His style made me confused and couldn't help asking, "Are you the landlord?"

"No!" The guy picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip gently. Then he closed his eyes with great enjoyment, and his palms beat gently.

I thought about it, most of the people who can have such a big style should not be Liang Shangjun. These days, the thief is not so rampant that he can calmly drink tea when he sees his master. Finally, I felt that there was a possibility and asked, "Are you Xiaoxue's best friend?"

"Who is Xiaoxue?" This guy asked back.

His question completely failed my judgment just now, but there was a trace of pleasure in my heart. There is no need to guess again this time. Anyway, I can't guess. I asked, "Then who are you?"

"My name is Zheyi!"

"Folded wings?" I said the name again. It seems to be very familiar, like the call of the wilderness, which makes people feel as if they have heard of it, but they don't know where the sound comes from, which makes people scratch their ears and cheeks.

Folded wings saw that I was a little confused and reminded me, "Archaeology Association, you should know, right?"

I immediately realized the reminder of folding wings and pointed to him and said, "It turns out that you are the godfather of Xiaolou listening to the rain!"

"Don't be so mean, don't be a godfather and daughter. She and I are very pure. Folded wings to correct.

"We can clean outside and close the door!"

"Where can you, you don't look at her. Is there anyone else who wants to grow up like that?" The folded wing said anly.

When I saw the folded wing, I quietly came over, but my body was still vigilant. I can't understand whether the archaeological association has changed to Liang Shang Gentleman Association, and you can enter other people's homes at will.

Now there is almost a certainty that this broken wing should be a bad person and there is no way to treat others. My master's home came back, and I didn't know how to be polite. I was still sitting on the sofa and drinking tea. Where is the country of etiquette? The primary school teacher died a little early, right?

"How did you get in? Did you pry the lock in?" I put aside the responsibility of folding wings first and asked him.

"The window on the second floor of your house is not closed." The folded wing replied faintly.

A picture appeared in my mind for the answer of folding wings. All kinds of martial arts masters flashed in my mind like taking pictures, eight steps to catch cicadas and ladder clouds. If you were a child, the line on TV made a "Hey" and jumped from the wall to the wall without bending your knees. Anyway, all kinds of long-lost light skills flashed in my mind. The folded wings played these light skills all over.

When these pictures flashed, I stood up and hugged them. I said the opening statement like that on TV: "Let's not change the green mountains, and the water will flow for a long time!"

For this kind of master, he is more powerful than Yan Fang. No matter how powerful Yan Fang is, she can only let her apprentice jump, but the broken wing guy can jump by himself. In front of such a master, I don't run away first and stay where others are. Remember, this is a diary, not Saint Seiya. As soon as the small universe breaks out, no matter whether it is Tu Xingsun or Wu Dalang standing in front of you, still beat him 62 58.

When I saw that I meant to run away, I panicked. He hurriedly explained to me, "It's not what you think, not what you think."

"What is that?"

"I can climb trees!"

When I said that, I remembered. The window of my house doesn't seem to be far from the branches. I spit a few mouthfuls in the palm of my hand. If I'm not afraid of humiliation, I can do it.

"So you can't do light work!" I was relieved to explain it like this. Whether this is light or not is very important to me.

People who can do light work are all like cruise missiles, with guidance. Think about it, I recited the spell well here, and they jumped in front of me. I guess I will be the same as Yan Fang's apprentice. I have no choice but to jump.

If he doesn't know how to do light skills, he will be an infantryman. Infantry, there is nothing to be afraid of. He won't "hey" for a moment. Don't forget, I'm remote. As long as he grasps the distance, it is estimated that he will not be able to do anything about me for a while.