When he opened his eyes, he saw the police sergeant sleeping soundly in his arms.
He gently rubbed the sergeant's body with his palms, enjoying the silky feel of the sergeant's cold hair, and took out his phone with one hand.
I saw several messages appearing on the message page on my mobile phone.
One belongs to my old senior and my old Miao.
[Xiao B, I have already got on the bus. I have brought you a good thing this time. I will contact you when I arrive at the station tomorrow! 】
After seeing this message, he finally remembered what class reunion he was going to have this week.
Just thinking about it makes me feel dizzy.
Sliding past this message, there is another message, which is actually from Wang Jialiang.
[I’m about to be transferred out. I’m going to treat you this Wednesday at Fengshengzhai Main Store on Zhou Highway. Let’s make hot pot together!]
Foreign tune!!
Seeing these two words, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt a little heavy.
Even though he has not received any trade union training, he knows the meaning of the word "external transfer" very well.
Leave the protected area and go to garrison overseas.
Send a message back to Wang Jialiang and promise to arrive later.
Ding Xiaoyi counted the time, put the police chief on the chair and continued to sleep.
He walked into the room and took out a piece of synthetic paper.
Although synthetic paper is very soft, its smooth surface feels more like plastic.
In comparison, traditional paper feels better.
Copy down the complete poem "The Rolling Yangtze River Passes East".
As for the signature...
It was not written in the book. After thinking about it for a while, Ding Xiaoyi felt that it was a pity that such a good poem was not signed.
After thinking about it, I wrote four words under the signature: Huang Quan Louzhu.
"Hey, there's no signature anyway, so the one signing mine is the same!" Ding Xiaoyi thought with a slight blush.
After I finished writing it, I held it in my hand and looked around, and it seemed pretty good.
Fold it carefully and put it in your pocket.
"Sheriff, watch your home!"
After saying this, Ding Xiaoyi walked out of the room without waiting for the police chief to respond.
Grab a taxi and go straight to Qingmang Mountain.
Looking at the scenery of ancient trees and forests outside the window, you can have a panoramic view of beautiful mountains and rivers.
In my mind, I have already thought of Uncle Chen's crystal elbow. Although I haven't eaten it yet, I know Uncle Chen's extraordinary craftsmanship.
The corners of Ding Xiaoyi's mouth couldn't help but turn up.
The driver sitting in the driving seat saw Ding Xiaoyi with a smile on his face from time to time.
I felt strange in my heart.
I thought to myself: "Isn't this person crazy?"
I have been driving a taxi for so many years. This is the first time I see someone smiling so happily when they go to a cemetery?
Not only was he happy, when he got off the bus, Ding Xiaoyi's brisk pace made the old men around him who came to choose a cemetery for him couldn't help but cast strange looks at him.
But Ding Xiaoyi doesn't care.
Climb up along the path you took last time,
After crossing the top of the mountain, you will see a sea of bright red flowers composed of datura flowers all over the mountain.
The scenery is still charming, but after sweeping the eyes around.
But Old Man Chen was nowhere to be seen.
"Hasn't he come yet??"
Just as he was thinking about it, Ding Xiaoyi felt someone pat him behind him. When he turned around, he saw that it was Old Man Chen.
"You came quite early today, and you brought poems with you!"
"Bring it, bring it."
Ding Xiaoyi took out the poem he had written from his pocket,
When he saw that it was synthetic paper, Old Man Chen's face suddenly showed a bit of disgust, but he opened it and took a closer look.
I saw the bright smile on old man Chen's face.
Holding the paper in both hands, as if he had found a treasure, he read it over and over again in a daze, shouting repeatedly: "Good! Good! So good!"
But wait until you see the signature.
Old Chen was suddenly startled: "Master Huangquan??"
Looking at the signature, he could not help but sneer: "What a big tone, you dare to call me the original poster in hell!!!"
Ding Xiaoyi was on the side, and when he heard this, his heart skipped a beat.
But his face remained calm, quietly observing Old Man Chen's expression.
Only after Old Man Chen carefully stuffed the paper into his arms did he feel relieved.
He stepped forward and whispered: "Uncle Chen, look, we agreed... the crystal elbow..."
Before he finished speaking, Ding Xiaoyi's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.
Yes, after a long night of tossing and eating last night and a few bites of takeout, the little bit of food in my stomach was already clean.
Old man Chen chuckled and nodded: "I'll have to wait for your delicious food!"
He said wait.
I saw old man Chen turn around and jump into the bushes in a few steps.
Ding Xiaoyi still doesn't know what the old man is going to do.
In the woods, a wild boar was looking at the beehive on the canopy, drooling for a while. It wanted to get closer but was worried about the dense bees around it.
Just when this wild boar was confused.
Suddenly, a figure jumped out from the side of the hive. He grabbed hold of it and tore most of the hive off.
"Idiot, let me lend you my thigh!"
The figure fell with a sound, but before the wild boar could think about what this human was shouting.
Suddenly I felt a chill on my hind legs. When I looked back, I saw that one of my legs was gone?
Suddenly, the wild boar's screams echoed in the forest.
The birds in the forest were startled and took off in a black mass.
In less than two minutes, old man Chen was walking up to Ding Xiaoyi, holding a beehive in one hand and a pig leg in the other.
Look at the blood on the pig's legs.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but glare, "I'm going to kill you right now?"
Old man Chen ignored Ding Xiaoyi's stunned look and led him towards the back.
When they came to a small stream, they saw old man Chen quickly handling the pig legs in his hands.
A very thin leaf was sharper than the blade of a knife in Old Man Chen's hand.
In a few clicks, the thin layer of fur on the pig's leg was peeled off.
Cut along the bone with a knife, and with a gentle pick of the leaves, the bone is as thick as a baby's arm.
Ding Xiaoyi was dumbfounded for a moment when he saw the superb movements.
For the first time, I thought that the chef turned out to be so handsome!!
But soon, his attention was attracted by the leaves on Old Man Chen's fingers.
Although he couldn't see it, he could feel it clearly that the leaves seemed to be covered with a thin layer of spiritual energy.
The psychic energy is very weak but can be controlled just fine.
This made him feel excited, and he suddenly felt that his previous use of psychic powers was too superficial.
Just when I was fascinated by it.
Chen Laoyou suddenly stood up, smiled at Ding Xiaoyi and said, "Hey, you're in for a treat!"
While he was talking, he saw old man Chen walking to the bamboo forest nearby, found a bamboo of suitable size, and looked at Ding Xiaoyi.
"This is moso bamboo. It does not sprout for the first five years and keeps taking root. Until the sixth year, after a rain, it immediately breaks out of the ground. In one month, it can be thicker and bigger than ordinary bamboo."
He nodded in understanding, feeling that Old Man Chen was trying to explain something to him.
But then I heard Old Man Chen's voice change: "It takes five years for moso bamboo to take root, but it can only live for thirty years. What a waste!"
After saying it was a waste, Old Man Chen slapped the bamboo with his palm and split the bowl-sized bamboo into two halves in a blink of an eye.
Now Ding Xiaoyi suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
The Alliance's determination to safeguard "Natural Law" is not ordinary.
It doesn't matter if you hunt animals, as long as you don't get caught doing it and no one knows about it, it doesn't matter.
But cutting bamboo so recklessly...
Ding Xiaoyi had already thought in his mind that a forest ranger patrol plane would arrive soon, and the two of them fled in panic.
I wanted to remind Old Man Chen, but he saw that Old Man Chen didn't pay attention at all. He twisted the bamboo and with a burst of psychic power, there was a sudden "pop!" sound.
The whole bamboo collapsed into strips of bamboo filaments.
With a little effort, two or three steamers were made.
Pick two lotus leaves, cover one on the left and one on the left, and make it into a pot shape.
It didn't take a while, but all the pots and pans were ready.
I don't know if it's practical or not.
But when he saw old man Chen, he kicked the old pine tree, which was said to be several decades old, into two pieces and chopped it into firewood.
Ding Xiaoyi rolled his eyes. If he was caught, he would not be able to escape three years in prison.
"Old man, how about we change places?"
Seeing that the old man was almost exhausted, he quickly said with a sad face.
Old man Chen looked around and saw that it was almost done.
He nodded with satisfaction and stuffed the mess of firewood into his hands.
"Let's go somewhere with a nice view!"
Looking at the firewood in his hand, Ding Xiaoyi felt like crying. If this was discovered, he would not be able to escape even if he jumped into hell.
On the contrary, Old Man Chen seemed to be fine.
He took Ding Xiaoyi to the hillside, facing the endless sea of flowers in front of him.
After a while, lingering green smoke arose.
Accompanied by the crackling sound of firewood, he was completely desperate.
Not to mention the previous work of chopping wood and trees, but just lighting a fire in the jungle. If he was really caught, his life sentence would be a light one.
But soon, when the fragrance from the lotus leaf pot came out.
He couldn't help but swallow and spit, and his attention was drawn to the lotus leaf pot again.
Although the pot is made of lotus leaves, like the leaves just now, it is endowed with weak spiritual energy.
Even though the fire below was burning brightly, the lotus leaves had no intention of being ignited.
Not to mention anything else, this control over spiritual energy is already beyond my reach.
As a cook, Mr. Chen always carries condiments with him.
But no matter how I looked at it, I felt that this old man was more like a habitual criminal.
Old man Chen seemed to enjoy this kind of cooking. When the pot was almost cooked, he immediately took out the elbow, put the piece of honeycomb and a pack of lotus leaves on it, and placed them in a bamboo steamer.
After looking at the time, he said to himself: "Just wait for another hour!"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the green smoke above his head and was about to cry without tears. He said with a sad face: "Old man, if you think I didn't do well, just say something. Why drag me along with you to suffer the misfortune!"
Old Chen was startled, and then he looked surprised and said, "Little brother, what do you mean?"
Ding Xiaoyi rolled his eyes, looked at the two white lights getting closer and closer in the distance, and curled his lips: "Then you should give up!"
I saw old man Chen's hand grabbing his wrist at some unknown moment.
Old Chen was startled, then slowly let go of Ding Xiaoyi's wrist: "Hey, as I get older, I always want to catch something!"
In front of him, old man Chen let go and stood up to run.
Just kidding, it's not worth it to eat a meal and put yourself in jail.
When he just stood up, he found that his feet seemed to be nailed in place and he couldn't move at all.
When he looked down, he saw two leaves falling on his feet.
Weak psychic energy waves came from above.
It was like he was nailed to the ground, unable to lift even one foot.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi stretched out his hand to sweep away the leaves, but found that the leaves were clinging to it and he couldn't sweep them away at all.
Old man Chen looked at him with a smile and reminded: "Don't just use brute force, learn to use spiritual energy to break spiritual energy, just like this!"
As he spoke, Old Man Chen picked up a leaf, held it on his fingertips, shook it gently, and saw the leaf collapse with a "bang!"...