He is familiar with this young man. Anyihu was like this 20 years ago. He is young and beautiful, but he doesn't have a strong sense of existence. When there are many people, he likes to hide in the corner door.

But that was twenty years ago - you can't live forever.

The drunk snake rolled his throat: "your name is Ann?"

How fresh.

The young man as like as two peas and a brow, and even the little moves are exactly the same as the one in memory. Drunk snake confused, since the Mulian disappeared, drink fox disappeared in their line of sight, he still remember the cheek depression, go back to them and waved, not even head back, thin back with indescribable dejected drink fox... Never say, ten years later, the longer the more... Er, OK, Shuiling.

"Then you are..." drunk snake estimated the youth's age in front of him, "the son of drink fox or brother?"

The youth didn't stretch to live to smile to come out, pointed to the heel of drunk snake behind: "let them stay, don't let the person disturb, I have a word to say with you."

Between the description with some command used to bossy, if settle down to drink fox education out of the little rabbit, maybe also really arrogant capital.

The drunk snake's face showed some interest: "all watch here. Don't let the white coats come in and make trouble." He followed in.

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In five minutes——

"You say that again?"

"I knew you didn't believe it." Anjie sat on the windowsill of the ward, with one leg dangling under it. She said that in her lifetime, it would be worthwhile to see the drunken snake, a wolf with a big tail, a red face and a thick neck. She was shocked and said, "don't say you don't believe me, I've had two big earscrapes myself - but I didn't wake up."

Drunk snake stares at his only right eye and looks up and down at the young man in front of him - like, really like, if you say this is anyihu twenty years ago, he absolutely agrees without blinking an eye. His brother, the friendship of passing life, has no reason to admit his mistake, but

"I remember right, anyihu is already a half old man, isn't he?"

"Go away, you're half old!" Anjie opened his mouth and gave him a reply. Then he laughed. He raised his left hand, turned his wrist over, and turned his inside to the drunk snake. "Remember this?"

The drunk snake's face changed. He grabbed his wrist, and his eyes became bigger and bigger. It seemed that he wanted to pierce Anjie's wrist: "this... Why is the palace guarding sand still there?"

Drunk snake remembered that when his brothers were young, they used to humiliate him with this mole. He said it was like the palace guard sand that women ordered on them in martial arts novels, and the fox drinker was usually careless and didn't care about it very much. When he talked about it, he was in a hurry every time. At first, he had to go to the hospital. Later, his woman stopped him, saying that the person with cinnabar mole was infatuated and dedicated, and his feelings could last for a long time.

Later

"When she's gone, nobody likes to see her. I think it's bullshit for a long time, so I cut it with my own knife." Anjie said softly, "but that was ten years ago."

The drunk snake took a deep breath, released Anjie's wrist, dragged a stool and sat aside: "you really let the aliens attack you? Or... Drink fox our own brother, to tell you the truth, or are you an alien yourself

Anjie straightened out: "I shouldn't keep it from you for so long... In fact, I'm a super Saiya star..."

The drunk snake picked up the pillow on the bed and smashed it.

"Cough, make a joke, make a joke, if you become like this, you will have a lot of psychological pressure, won't you?" It seems that it has not been so relaxed for many years. Anjie simply put the pillow next to her back and put her legs on the windowsill. "Some time ago, I suddenly wanted to see Tianjing City in the desert..."

Twenty minutes later, Anjie narrated his legend in the desert and poured a glass of water. The drunk snake looked at him foolishly with his mouth open. After a while, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself.

Anjie calmly asked, "does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Drunk snake, when he didn't play his mind, was very real. "You... Were burned by the water in the green bead, and it shrank for more than ten years, nearly 20 years?"

"Well."

"And then the ghost bead disappeared and threw you into town?"

"Well."

"You said there were women singing in that ghost town, and there were blood words prophecy?"

"Well."

"That old Wang bastard said a lot of inexplicable curses of immortality and so on... You think it's bullshit, but later personally proved that it may not be bullshit, or... Some of it is not bullshit?"

"Well."

"You, uh, fart, uh!" The drunk snake cursed again, "anyin fox, did you let the African elephant pig sit on your head? What are you doing in the desert? If you run away, what are you going to do with a bunch of nerds who are studying so hard that they can't even turn their heads? "

"We countrymen haven't seen grave diggers. Aren't we curious?" Anjie's eyes are very wronged.

"Curious about your mother, curious!" Drunk snake stood up and walked around the room for two times. Then he stopped and said, "immortality, this thing has been deceiving countless silly girls since the reign of Emperor Qin and Emperor Hanwu. What's your situation now..."

"I'm just a little bit younger. I'm still a normal human. The doctor says my metabolism is normal... It's estimated that I'll be a normal box of ashes in 80 years."

Drunk snake not at ease: "are you sure?"

Anjie thought about it and nodded: "I'm basically sure there's no non-human feeling right now."

"That's a good thing to say..." the drunk snake thought about it, then scratched his head irritably, "I said, what are you going to do?"

Anjie sighed and looked aside. Professor Mo's wallet was opened and put on his bed. The child in it was smiling innocently. He thought of the words that the old professor never forgot at the last moment of his life, his eyes that he was attached to and worried about, and his sigh when he mentioned his children. Suddenly, he said, "I want to go to Beijing."

"Why? How about zongzi in the Ming Tombs

"Screw you." Anjie jumped down from the window sill, picked up the old professor's wallet and held it in his hand, "drunk snake, do me a favor, get me a new ID card and hukou. Come on, I want to go to Beijing... Well, take a university test."

The drunk snake looked at his hand strangely: "for the old man?"

"I owe you my life."

Drunk snake happy: "Yo, you owe a lot of life, how suddenly so conscience?"

Anjie smiles: "when people are older, they think more about it. It's a bit of virtue for their next life." He spread out his hand, "otherwise, what do you want me to do? Anyway, I'm also idle. I'm wandering all over the world to see the scenery..."

"Fart! You're running around the world looking for death. "

Anjie stopped and looked at the drunk snake helplessly.

Drunk snake thought: "it's OK. It's better to let you look after your children than to let you have nothing to do. It's not a matter to get a hukou. By the way, what's the name on the Hukou book? Can't you call an Yin Hu

Anjie laughs: "why do you still don't want to remember my real name after so many years?" He reached out and rowed in the air, "my name is Anjie, peaceful Anjie, quick Anjie."

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Behind the row upon row of high-rise buildings and Chang'an Street, where all kinds of vehicles come and go ceaselessly, there are countless old stories in this city. Occasionally, you can see a few small hutongs that are not well planned. Behind the narrow, damp bricks and tiles, it seems like a piece of broken paper full of the past and the present, which is ruined because of the load.

Straight streets are always due south and North, East and West. There is no one in China who has a stronger sense of direction than Beijingers. The southeast, northwest and northwest are analyzed in detail - not magnanimous, but the Wang Qi and righteousness that have been in the heart of the city since the founding of the Yuan Dynasty. Through several renovations of vermilion and light ash, the color of the city will not change in any case.

When Anjie arrived in Beijing, it was already autumn.

On the evening of the first autumn of this year, autumn tiger was not polite at all. Walking on the street, he could not feel the cool air, and the sky was gray.

Anjie leans by the door - before he has finished cleaning up the house he just rented, he wanted to borrow something from the opposite door, but he just saw two men in black suits ringing the doorbell on the opposite side.

After a while, the door inside was opened. A 15-year-old girl looked at two strangers carefully through the security door. The girl was still a little thin. She had a pretty face, big black bean eyes and frowned. She asked, "who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is it Professor Mo's home?"

The little girl hesitated and nodded: "my father is not here."

The visitor was silent for a moment: "are you Professor Mo's daughter?"

The little girl nodded: "I am, I am Mo Yu."

The two men looked at each other: "can you go in and talk? It's about your father. "

Mo Yu Leng for a moment, some embarrassed: "sorry... I'm the only one at home." She looked back, pursed her mouth, and looked at two strange men with big eyes, as if some apologies and some precautions. It always reminds people of some small animals. Then at a glance, you can see that you have no temper.

Mo Yu, Professor Mo's youngest daughter, is so old. Anjie quietly closed the door of his house. After the archaeological team entered the desert, there was no news. These people probably came to give a vaccination to the children of the Mo family. Suddenly, he didn't want to know what kind of expression the girl had on her face.

If she is in agony, he will think of the old professor's last appearance, and his conscience will be disturbed. If she is indifferent, he will feel very sad.

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Well, that's all for today