Yanqiushan: "…"

Someone doesn't want to pass it anymore.

Zhang Zhao said "Oh" in disappointment, like a lit oil bottle that his parents had to follow on their wedding anniversary. He kept sticking to Yanqiushan and the others all the way to the subway station.

Yan Qiushan: "Why are you still following?"

Zhichun said anyway, he didn't have to be so particular about some people. Zhang Zhao was just trying to be honest and decided not to be shameless: "Are you going to Director Xuan's house? Take me with me and gain some knowledge with the boss."

"No," Zhichun smiled, "I'll disturb Director Xuan at this time. He won't turn against you in person. Next time I write a popular science paper in the internal journal, I will also bring private goods to scold you."

In the popular science article signed by Xuan Ji in the internal magazine, as long as the case is given, 80% of the villains in the case are played by Xiao, who loves to call in the early morning and midnight, and 20% are guest stars of Sheng, the anti-social spiritual system.

Director Xuan's keyboard was as owed as his mouth. Zhang Zhao didn't want to become "dead Zhang" one day, so he shrank his neck in awe.

Then Zhichun said again: "It was Teacher Qian who asked us to do so."

Zhang Zhao was stunned.

When Zhichun's blade was polluted and was unconscious in poisoning, Yanqiushan was forced to lock him up, and the alien control bureau sent two teams of field offices to take turns to monitor their residence. However, this was so strict and he could not prevent the infiltration of the true sect that penetrated into the organization. Someone took advantage of Yanqiushan's absence and secretly released Zhichun, who was violent in poison, and broke into the downtown area, and injured six people. If Zhichun hadn't been used to showing mercy, the first knife was never fatal, and the six innocent passers-by who were still ordinary people at that time might not have survived.

The matter was finally unstoppable, and then the Extraordinary Control Bureau decided to destroy Zhizhong.

"Teacher Qian" is one of the six victims.

After the Chiyuan incident, Yanqiushan and Zhichun did not return to Fengshen. They are now organized in the research institute and the social reconstruction department.

The department mainly solves some specific problems after Chiyuan reignites - such as some special talents evolved into extremely sensitive vision and hearing, how to transform residential buildings and protect privacy; for example, large arenas such as the college entrance examination and the Olympics, how to prevent special talents cheating, how to regroup athletes based on the genealogy and special talents; and how to protect the legitimate rights and interests of people with no special talents and low-level special talents, etc.

In addition, they also work as part-time instructors at the Youth Training Institute of the Different Control Bureau.

Two people work four jobs, but in fact they only receive one salary. In addition to Yan Qiushan's basic salary in the research institute, other income - Zhichun's salary, various bonuses and instructor subsidies will be paid to the accounts of several victims who were accidentally injured by Zhichun, and it has been stormy for five years.

Most people are actually reasonable. As long as it is not an irreparable harm, it is basically fine to get a sincere apology. After all, hatred is more depleting than high blood lipids. Five of the six victims are either gentle and forgiven after learning the whole story, or they are satisfied with the compensation, and they will stop talking about anything. During the holidays, they will send gifts, and the other party will give them something back, at least a card or something.

Only Mr. Qian was in a special condition. After being injured, he was sent to the hospital. He was shocked again and fell into a coma all day. I don’t know why he was so intimate. During this period, his old mother had a cerebral infarction at home alone and was too late when she was discovered.

If you are born, old, sick, and die, you have to be resentful, so you have to be the best.

Since then, Mr. Qian has become a staunch anti-specialist. He was dismissed as a teacher in a good technical college. He refused to accept Zhichun's compensation, so he refused to reconcile, relying on odd jobs to support his family, and indulge in performance art in his spare time: spraying paint on the car of a special talent neighbor, burning photos of special talent celebrities in the street, and even trying to illegally buy a mitsilver gun... Because of these messy things, he traveled to the Public Security Bureau for a few days every now and then.

I don’t know how many times Yanqiushan and Zhichun caught him.

Zhang Zhao heard that the man's name had a toothache: "No, what's wrong with him?"

"I don't know, he didn't say it," said Zhichun. "I made an appointment to meet him on the phone in the evening. We have to hurry up. It's been too long to delay with those kids. Go and do it."

"Why!" Zhang Zhao came to them, his mind always degenerated into a teenager, blurting out, "Why do you have to care about him? After taking care of it, you didn't even look good. Brother Zhichun, you are broken, what else do they do? Why do you have to pay these people every month? Besides, you were framed back then, even if you take the blame, the bureau's supervision is not effective-"

"Zhang Zhao." Zhichun interrupted him.

Zhang Zhao saw the puppet sitting in Yanqiushan's arms, with a stern face, and his eyes were staring at him with obsidian's eyes, as if there was a soul inside.

"As long as you are a human being, you will make excuses and escape. This is born with no instigation or you need to teach you." Zhichun looked at him, "Some responsibilities can be fulfilled by luck, but the excuses will make you look more miasma, and your own nature will be moved... Do you understand? Don't say these words again in the future."

Zhang Zhao was blocked by him for a moment and couldn't speak.

"It's a business trip... Oh, my brother said this too much," Zhichun stopped and waved to him, "It's about it, not about you. I know you have good intentions, don't go to your heart, come to your house for dinner another day."

They searched eight times by navigation before they found the fly restaurant that Mr. Qian had made an appointment.

Having said that, Mr. Qian hadn't acted like a demon for a long time. When Yanqiushan and Zhichun met him in the small restaurant, they found that he had gained a lot of weight. Once a person was fat, his facial features would be squeezed out by flesh. Mr. Qian's eyes became smaller and his eyes would not appear so protruding, nor would they appear so nervous. He even cut his hair and cleaned himself up a lot, looking like a simple, ordinary middle-aged man.

In the past, Yanqiushan and the others went to bail him, and at most he spent money and effort, he was spitting. This was the first time Mr. Qian took the initiative to ask them.

Seeing them from afar, Mr. Qian's expression twisted for a moment, as if he had a toothache, but finally stood up: "Come on, sit down... sit down."

Mr. Qian made an appointment with Yanqiushan and the others, but said that he had been cared for and wanted to invite them to a meal.

Yan Qiushan has been undercover in Benzhen for three years, but he just learned how to socialize and is not good at it. Zhichun is okay, but every time Mr. Qian saw the puppet talking, his face showed a toothache expression. The meal was confused, not awkward or embarrassed, and everyone was awkward and ended quickly.

When he said goodbye, Mr. Qian did not explain what was wrong with him.

Zhichun finally couldn't help asking: "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

"Oh, no."

Zhichun waited for a while, but when he saw that he still refused to say anything, he asked, "Then...why don't we leave first? If you have any help, please contact us at any time."

Mr. Qian: "Hey...hey, okay."

They walked out about five or six meters, and suddenly they heard the man behind them whispering to themselves: "My son is born."

Yanqiushan paused and turned around with his arms around Zhichun.

"So...so big." Mr. Qian gestured to the length of a big mouse. "When he was born, there were fins on his back and it took him a week to disappear. The doctor asked for a special doctor and said...it was definitely a special skill."

Yanqiushan: "Is it water system?"

Mr. Qian nodded silently.

If you have an alien shape at the moment of birth, you will have a clear water tendency and a bright future. If it is someone else, you should definitely say "congratulations" to your father at this time.

But looking at Mr. Qian's entangled face, Yan Qiushan opened his mouth and swallowed the words again.

"I still want to hate you," Mr. Qian's face was a little confused, "But he is so young, so he...what will he do in the future?"

Yan Qiushan seemed to be unable to understand his meaning, so he took out a card from his arms and stuffed it to him: "You have an extra child, are you having a difficult life? We have saved your money and didn't move it. The password is six zero. It's enough to take some time to withdraw zero deposits for so many years..."

"It's not money." Mr. Qian's face turned red and his face turned down, and then he was probably forced by life. He was forced to be stuffed several times by Yan Qiushan. He couldn't push it anymore, but he just murmured, "I really didn't come to ask for money."

"It's yours, and the things are returned to the original owner." Yan Qiushan was not used to pulling and tugging with people. He finally gave out the card that he hadn't given out for so many years. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked away with his long legs. "Contact anytime if you have anything to do!"

Mr. Qian held the bank card in confusion and watched his back.

After walking for a while, Zhichun lay on Yanqiushan's shoulder and looked back, whispering: "You shouldn't have given him directly just now, even if you send it to him after a while... I don't think he really wants money."

Yanqiushan: "Hmm?"

Zhichun hesitated for a moment: "It's..."

"I have been living by hatred for so many years. I hate that a stone is so big that I support him. Suddenly I don't dare to hate him anymore. The backbone is pulled away. Are you afraid that he will collapse, right?" Yan Qiushan said, and smiled lightly, "What do you think? People are not that fragile. If he dares to smoke, he must have found new support. I think it's more fatal to lack money for milk powder."

Zhichun turned his head next to him, and the Tongxincao doll also raised its little head and focused on the man's side face. As he looked, Dao Ling couldn't help but reach out and hooked Yan Qiushan's finger.

Yanqiushan suddenly paused and his eyes widened.

Zhichun: "How..."

Yanqiushan seemed to have been lit into a wooden man, motionless, and did not dare to speak loudly: "Are you on my left? Did you hold my hand just now?"

Zhichun was surprised: "How do you know?"

Yanqiushan: "Let go... and pull it again."

Zhichun couldn't help but hold his breath and let go of his hand. The moment he left, Yan Qiushan's fingers subconsciously curled up, as if he wanted to keep something.

Immediately, Zhichun held the hand covered with scars and calluses again.

Yan Qiushan carefully closed his fingers and felt himself holding a cold...metal-textured hand.

Five years ago, Xuan Ji gave him the precious bottle of mermaid blood, and everyone was ecstatic. But then the question arose - with mermaid blood, how to use it?

How is the ancient method of sword training?

Everyone was at a loss and had to follow the headless flies to check the ancient books left by Qingpingsi.

Finally, after Sheng Lingyuan woke up, he called Yanqiushan and Zhichun, checked the gold-forging technique in Yanqiushan's body, and gave them an idea.

Take man as the furnace.

Yanqiushan accidentally encountered gold-forging techniques and was almost dismembered. It was Zhichun who melted his wounds and happened to coincide with the essence of gold-forging techniques, which allowed President Yan to survive and be passed on.

Sheng Lingyuan was unintentionally willful and almost killed someone. He was considered to be a cause and effect. When he was a little energetic, he decided to return half of his master-disciple relationship. Back then, the jinfu technique was a semi-finished product. His Majesty made up for Yan Qiushan and led him into the path of cultivation. Then he taught him to penetrate the blood of the mermaid into the bones, and used the jinfu technique to slowly refine the fragments of Zhichun into his body, and rely on his own cultivation to nourish the blade body.

The fragments must be refined one by one, and you cannot be anxious. Your Majesty said that the most taboo to practice is to be impatient, and haste will not be achieved.

His Majesty also said that he just came up with an idea. No one has done it before or not.

In five years, Yanqiu Mountain has been refining about a quarter of its fragments almost day and night.

Nothing happened.

Yanqiushan has not given up, but he has become accustomed to the days of being with the puppets.

Not giving up is just for the sake of peace of mind. He has actually convinced himself that it would be great if he keeps like this from now on.

But... occasionally there are a few times when I wake up in the middle of the night and can't sleep, I miss the calm breathing beside the pillow.

This was the first time he had carefully touched hope.

For a moment, Zhichun felt that he saw tears in his eyes.

"Let's go!" Yan Qiushan grabbed his invisible lover and ran up like a lunatic in the deep night, "Go home, hurry up!"

"Why are you running? Slowly... Lao Yan! Stay focused!"

But he was too anxious and could not be steady, and he wished he could shrink his feet. He didn't delay for a moment, and rushed through ten or a hundred years in one breath.

Today is a vague hand. Will you be able to figure out the shape of your finger tomorrow? Then you will be arm, body, legs, face...

Your Majesty said that the life of a practitioner is pure and long, and he will fight against the will of heaven and make his life. How far he can go in the future depends on his own understanding.

Yanqiu Mountain does not want to live for thousands of years, but if he spends the rest of his life with such expectations and surprises, he feels that he can go forever.
Chapter completed!