Qilin looked back at the car window and came to a grassy field on the shore of Qinghe Lake.
Xiaotian, you are waiting in the car.Mrs. Li ordered gently.
yes.Xiaotian blinked his clear big eyes, then closed it again and continued to turn the wind.
Coptis chinensis, thank you for your hard work.Mrs. Li continued.
yes.
Coptis chinen opened the car door, held up a long-handled black umbrella, walked to the rear of the car, opened the trunk, and took out the folding wheelchair.
He quickly returned to the left side of the car body, opened the wheelchair, and opened the door.
Coptis holds an umbrella with one hand and opens it towards Mrs. Li in the car with the other hand.
Li's body immediately became lighter, slowly floated up, floated out of the car door, and sat in a wheelchair.
Huang Lian held an umbrella in one hand and pushed Li's wheelchair forward with the other.
Qilin got out of the car, his eyes slightly stern.
The talent of Coptis chinensis should be gravity, serial number 31, and space-time system.The function is to change the gravity magnitude of all objects within the body and the surrounding area.
Most members of the Baichuan Group have talents after the serial number 100, but there are also many experts at the group leader level.It seems that the strength of Baichuan Group is not as weak as the outside world thinks.
Qilin opened a long black umbrella, leaned on a crutch in one hand, and slowly followed.
A large and dilapidated white RV parked beside Qinghe Lake.
This car must have been here for a long time. There is a simple sunshade at the rear of the RV, and under the shed is a small table and a folding stool.
There are still a lot of debris under the window ridge around the car, and bottles and jars can be found everywhere, beer, white wine, wine, and medicinal wine, which is simply an empty wine bottle collector.
Coptis chinen pushed Li's wheelchair and came to the RV.
Qilin walked behind with a crutch. Although she tried her best to hide, her movements were still slightly unbalanced.
For a moment, Qilin felt a little sad.
In order to save the fate of the race, two disabled people came to find a drunkard who was drunk every day. Who would believe Ah if they said it?
drunkard.
Mr. Li in the wheelchair shouted.
There was no response in the RV, and the rain was still falling, dripping against the dark window glass. Blows of rain blew across the old RV, and the whole picture exuded an indescribable sense of sadness.
Wouldn't it be rude to call an old lady a drunk?Qilin beside him asked with a smile.
Only if she wants to use respectful titles on her will she really get angry. She used to be the most dissatisfied with her old age.Mr. Li explained with a smile.
drunkard!Qilin no longer had any scruples and shouted.
Clang
A sound came from the room, and then orange lights lit up in the car window, and the old and deserted RV immediately had some warm fireworks.
Who Ah!The voice of an old woman was hoarse, but very irritable and full of energy.
Me, Muzi.Mr. Li replied loudly: The one beside me is Qilin. We made an appointment to meet tonight.
The RV was silent for a moment, as if trying to recall the incident.
Then, an impatient voice came from inside: I'm sleeping, come again tomorrow!
Drunkard, you clearly agreed to meet us tonight.Mr. Li started to be in trouble. It was raining heavily outside. One of us was in a wheelchair and the other was on a crutch. It was not easy to come here. Do you have the heart to keep us out?
Hearing this, Qilin felt even more sad.
It's so noisy!I'm going to sleep... The sound in the car became even more irritable.
Qilin holds a wine box under his armpit: Drunkard, I heard that you love drinking, so I specially bring you a bottle of 95-year-old wine.
Ouch.A earnest and energetic laughter came from the house. Come on, come on, what else can I bring? Come in quickly.
A few seconds later, the door of the car room opened to one side and a slope without a stairs was set off.
Mr. Li and Qilin looked at each other with helpless eyes.
This drunkard is just an old naughty boy.
Coptis chinensis, you can go back to the car as well.Mr. Li glanced at Qilin: I'm working.
It should be.
Huang Lian left, Qilin took away the umbrella, and then pushed Li's wheelchair into the RV.
There is a lot of space inside the RV, and the first half is a hall with a dining table and sofa.
The second half is divided into two floors of space, with kitchen and bathroom below and bedroom on the upper floor.
The kitchen wash basin was full of unpainted dishes and chopsticks, clothes, daily necessities, empty wine bottles and empty cans were thrown all over the floor, and the Qilin had almost no place to put his feet.
The owner of the RV, a thin old woman with rough hair and a shabby face, was wearing a shabby and wide male black T-shirt, which looked like a deformed black dress, and was wearing a pair of dirty flip-flops on her withered feet, which was extremely sloppy.
She sat on a lazy chair, stepped on the chair with one foot, scratching her head sleepily: Two, sit casually.
Mr. Li took a wheelchair directly, which saved him trouble.
The problem was left to Qilin because he looked around and had no place to sit.
Finally, he found a disposable plastic stool, sat down with his hands and feet unnaturally, very cramped, and he felt like he was mentally retarded at the moment.
The waxy skin of the alcoholic ghost was severely sagging, and the bags in both eyes were swollen like two water bags.
Her eyes were shrugging, and there was almost only one slit left, but the light in the slit was sharp and not turbid.
As soon as Qilin sat down, the drunkard hurriedly stretched out his skinny hand: Give me wine.
Qilin handed her the wine box in her hand.
She took it excitedly and tore open the precious packaging box in two or three strokes. She looked like she was not an ordinary person at first glance.
She took out a bottle of high-quality white wine from the box, took it directly, and bit the lid with a click.
She rubbed her red nose, leaned over to the mouth of the wine bottle and smelled it, her face showed a look of satisfaction, and the shriveled wrinkles stretched out: It smells good enough!Mellow enough!Old wine Ah, it is indeed old wine!
After she said that, she raised the bottle and planned to sip her mouth.
drunkard.Mr. Li hurriedly called her, saying that she could not get drunk after two blows tonight. She had to control the rhythm and talk about the important matters.
Mr. Li smiled: It’s so boring to enjoy this wine alone, let’s drink it together.
Muzi!Have you drunk too?The drunkard was a little surprised and then was very happy: That’s great, you finally realized it!How to relieve your worries is to drink!
An exception is made today.Mr. Li smiled and looked at Qilin: Mainly with two people.
The drunkard looked at Qilin: Boy, do you like to drink too?
Qilin nodded and said modestly: Sometimes I will drink some red wine.
Haha, very Ah!The drunkard is in a good mood, so we will not be drunk tonight. Look at it raining outside. What a good weather, so we should drink.
The drunkard put down the bottle and looked around: Oh, I don’t have a cup of Ah?
It's OK to have a bowl.Mr. Li suggested.
OK, use a bowl...ah, the bowl has not been washed.The drunkard said.
I'll do it.Qilin stood up, and this time he didn't use a crutch. He limped to the sink in the small kitchen behind the RV and turned on the faucet.
Before waiting for the water from the dishwasher to accumulate, Qilin cleaned up the messy kitchen case and threw some empty canned and takeaway food into the garbage bag, packing it.
The drunkard held the white wine in his hand, looked back at Qilin who was doing housework, and laughed: "What kind of virtue is my drunkard, and I can let the top leader of the Qilin Trade Union wash the dishes for me."
You are one of the founders of Xuanmen, I am a junior, so I should.Qilin turned his back to the drunkard, flattering in a humble voice.
Young man, not bad!The drunkard was in a better mood. She looked at Li and said with a refreshing voice: Muzi, tell me, what's the matter with me?
Xiaotian, you are waiting in the car.Mrs. Li ordered gently.
yes.Xiaotian blinked his clear big eyes, then closed it again and continued to turn the wind.
Coptis chinensis, thank you for your hard work.Mrs. Li continued.
yes.
Coptis chinen opened the car door, held up a long-handled black umbrella, walked to the rear of the car, opened the trunk, and took out the folding wheelchair.
He quickly returned to the left side of the car body, opened the wheelchair, and opened the door.
Coptis holds an umbrella with one hand and opens it towards Mrs. Li in the car with the other hand.
Li's body immediately became lighter, slowly floated up, floated out of the car door, and sat in a wheelchair.
Huang Lian held an umbrella in one hand and pushed Li's wheelchair forward with the other.
Qilin got out of the car, his eyes slightly stern.
The talent of Coptis chinensis should be gravity, serial number 31, and space-time system.The function is to change the gravity magnitude of all objects within the body and the surrounding area.
Most members of the Baichuan Group have talents after the serial number 100, but there are also many experts at the group leader level.It seems that the strength of Baichuan Group is not as weak as the outside world thinks.
Qilin opened a long black umbrella, leaned on a crutch in one hand, and slowly followed.
A large and dilapidated white RV parked beside Qinghe Lake.
This car must have been here for a long time. There is a simple sunshade at the rear of the RV, and under the shed is a small table and a folding stool.
There are still a lot of debris under the window ridge around the car, and bottles and jars can be found everywhere, beer, white wine, wine, and medicinal wine, which is simply an empty wine bottle collector.
Coptis chinen pushed Li's wheelchair and came to the RV.
Qilin walked behind with a crutch. Although she tried her best to hide, her movements were still slightly unbalanced.
For a moment, Qilin felt a little sad.
In order to save the fate of the race, two disabled people came to find a drunkard who was drunk every day. Who would believe Ah if they said it?
drunkard.
Mr. Li in the wheelchair shouted.
There was no response in the RV, and the rain was still falling, dripping against the dark window glass. Blows of rain blew across the old RV, and the whole picture exuded an indescribable sense of sadness.
Wouldn't it be rude to call an old lady a drunk?Qilin beside him asked with a smile.
Only if she wants to use respectful titles on her will she really get angry. She used to be the most dissatisfied with her old age.Mr. Li explained with a smile.
drunkard!Qilin no longer had any scruples and shouted.
Clang
A sound came from the room, and then orange lights lit up in the car window, and the old and deserted RV immediately had some warm fireworks.
Who Ah!The voice of an old woman was hoarse, but very irritable and full of energy.
Me, Muzi.Mr. Li replied loudly: The one beside me is Qilin. We made an appointment to meet tonight.
The RV was silent for a moment, as if trying to recall the incident.
Then, an impatient voice came from inside: I'm sleeping, come again tomorrow!
Drunkard, you clearly agreed to meet us tonight.Mr. Li started to be in trouble. It was raining heavily outside. One of us was in a wheelchair and the other was on a crutch. It was not easy to come here. Do you have the heart to keep us out?
Hearing this, Qilin felt even more sad.
It's so noisy!I'm going to sleep... The sound in the car became even more irritable.
Qilin holds a wine box under his armpit: Drunkard, I heard that you love drinking, so I specially bring you a bottle of 95-year-old wine.
Ouch.A earnest and energetic laughter came from the house. Come on, come on, what else can I bring? Come in quickly.
A few seconds later, the door of the car room opened to one side and a slope without a stairs was set off.
Mr. Li and Qilin looked at each other with helpless eyes.
This drunkard is just an old naughty boy.
Coptis chinensis, you can go back to the car as well.Mr. Li glanced at Qilin: I'm working.
It should be.
Huang Lian left, Qilin took away the umbrella, and then pushed Li's wheelchair into the RV.
There is a lot of space inside the RV, and the first half is a hall with a dining table and sofa.
The second half is divided into two floors of space, with kitchen and bathroom below and bedroom on the upper floor.
The kitchen wash basin was full of unpainted dishes and chopsticks, clothes, daily necessities, empty wine bottles and empty cans were thrown all over the floor, and the Qilin had almost no place to put his feet.
The owner of the RV, a thin old woman with rough hair and a shabby face, was wearing a shabby and wide male black T-shirt, which looked like a deformed black dress, and was wearing a pair of dirty flip-flops on her withered feet, which was extremely sloppy.
She sat on a lazy chair, stepped on the chair with one foot, scratching her head sleepily: Two, sit casually.
Mr. Li took a wheelchair directly, which saved him trouble.
The problem was left to Qilin because he looked around and had no place to sit.
Finally, he found a disposable plastic stool, sat down with his hands and feet unnaturally, very cramped, and he felt like he was mentally retarded at the moment.
The waxy skin of the alcoholic ghost was severely sagging, and the bags in both eyes were swollen like two water bags.
Her eyes were shrugging, and there was almost only one slit left, but the light in the slit was sharp and not turbid.
As soon as Qilin sat down, the drunkard hurriedly stretched out his skinny hand: Give me wine.
Qilin handed her the wine box in her hand.
She took it excitedly and tore open the precious packaging box in two or three strokes. She looked like she was not an ordinary person at first glance.
She took out a bottle of high-quality white wine from the box, took it directly, and bit the lid with a click.
She rubbed her red nose, leaned over to the mouth of the wine bottle and smelled it, her face showed a look of satisfaction, and the shriveled wrinkles stretched out: It smells good enough!Mellow enough!Old wine Ah, it is indeed old wine!
After she said that, she raised the bottle and planned to sip her mouth.
drunkard.Mr. Li hurriedly called her, saying that she could not get drunk after two blows tonight. She had to control the rhythm and talk about the important matters.
Mr. Li smiled: It’s so boring to enjoy this wine alone, let’s drink it together.
Muzi!Have you drunk too?The drunkard was a little surprised and then was very happy: That’s great, you finally realized it!How to relieve your worries is to drink!
An exception is made today.Mr. Li smiled and looked at Qilin: Mainly with two people.
The drunkard looked at Qilin: Boy, do you like to drink too?
Qilin nodded and said modestly: Sometimes I will drink some red wine.
Haha, very Ah!The drunkard is in a good mood, so we will not be drunk tonight. Look at it raining outside. What a good weather, so we should drink.
The drunkard put down the bottle and looked around: Oh, I don’t have a cup of Ah?
It's OK to have a bowl.Mr. Li suggested.
OK, use a bowl...ah, the bowl has not been washed.The drunkard said.
I'll do it.Qilin stood up, and this time he didn't use a crutch. He limped to the sink in the small kitchen behind the RV and turned on the faucet.
Before waiting for the water from the dishwasher to accumulate, Qilin cleaned up the messy kitchen case and threw some empty canned and takeaway food into the garbage bag, packing it.
The drunkard held the white wine in his hand, looked back at Qilin who was doing housework, and laughed: "What kind of virtue is my drunkard, and I can let the top leader of the Qilin Trade Union wash the dishes for me."
You are one of the founders of Xuanmen, I am a junior, so I should.Qilin turned his back to the drunkard, flattering in a humble voice.
Young man, not bad!The drunkard was in a better mood. She looked at Li and said with a refreshing voice: Muzi, tell me, what's the matter with me?
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