"Chen Hong, just send it here and leave the rest to me."
"I know Wu Diaoke."
Sister Hong glanced at me, turned around and left first.
"Boy, follow me."
Opening the door, what appeared in front of me was an antique courtyard with a rockery made of Lingbi stone, carved stone tables and benches, and a pond with many precious goldfish.
Golden Ear turned around and said, "Boy, I heard that how many times have you met Xie Qirong? Do you have any friendship with him?"
"Thank you madman? Friendship?"
"No, no... no friendship." I immediately shook my head and denied it. I was joking. When it comes to friendship, he has handed me over to refine my energy. Does this count?
Golden Ear twisted his neck back and forth, making a crackling sound in his bones.
He smiled and said: "Xie Qirong, Ma Dianping, and those old men from Pi County. Actually, I have wanted to give it a try with them for a long time."
When I think of the white down jacket and the rattle, I feel scared.
I said he should be in Jiamusi Mental Hospital now.
"I know."
"That place is also in our plan."
Golden Ear looked sleepy. He held an umbrella in one hand, opened his mouth wide, and yawned and said: "Xie Qirong is practicing Qi. Qi training is higher than physical training, but there is a critical point. If I directly use that Qi
If we break up, the others will be gone."
"Forget it, why am I telling you this little brat? Master, I don't understand why she wants to see you."
"Bang bang."
"It's me, Lao Wu."
The door opened with a creak, and two fat old men who looked exactly the same appeared behind the door. They were twins.
My clothes were soaked, so I followed the three people into the house.
The room smells very good, so I lit some incense.
A woman was sitting at the sandalwood table, her back to me, and she was reading a book with her head down.
Her thick, black braids were hanging casually on the carpet, and she wore a purple cheongsam with a high slit, showing her nobility.
"Kneel down."
Golden Ear kicked my knee and made me kneel down.
Then, Zhao Qingwan walked over.
She wore a pair of cloth shoes without socks, with a white flower embroidered on the upper.
Sister Hong told me not to look up, so I kept my head down.
It was the first time I heard Zhao Qingwan's voice. It sounded soft and unhurried.
She said: "Puppets lead the way, and spring will last all year round."
"Since Zheng Hui is dead, the Changchun Society should not continue to exist. My Puppet Society will take its place."
"Do you want to join us?"
Even though I have ten thousand unwillingness in my heart! I dare not say no at this moment. If I do, I will be sunk to the bottom of the Min River.
I lowered my head and said, "I do."
"Oh? Sincerely?" she asked.
"Sincerely, I, Xiang Yunfeng, am willing to join Ms. Zhao's wooden club."
"Wood does it?"
"No..." I immediately changed my words: "It's a puppet club. I am willing to join Ms. Zhao's puppet club."
Although Zhao Qingwan spoke in a soft voice, there was a sense of oppression. This sense of oppression would make the person speaking to him breathless.
Then I heard her say: "Zheng Hui should have left long ago. In order to guard against me, he has been struggling for many years. Now it is time."
"You go ahead, someone will tell you what needs to be done."
After Zhao Qingwan finished speaking, he turned around and left.
Later, I was sent to a Zen room and met an acquaintance, Qin Huaihu, a poet from Xi'an.
He still looked like that, slovenly and slovenly, looking like he was too down and out to eat.
"Ha ha!"
"Brother Xiang! We meet again!"
"Hello, Brother Qin."
"Brother Qin, Sister Hong told me that I am Kuding, then who are you?" I asked him.
