low-key warlock

At about three o'clock in the afternoon on the twelfth lunar month, heavy snow fell in the capital.

Exit of West Railway Station.

Su Chunfeng walked out of the station wearing a black coat, a blue and white plaid scarf and a black casual beret.He obviously looks quite fashionable, but beside him is a short and thin old man wrapped in an army green cotton coat, with a pair of triangular eyes, a sharp-mouthed monkey beard, and a sloppy and sloppy old man. I don’t know how many years old that kind of black and blue cotton hat with ear protection, wearing fat blue jeans, black snow cotton boots... In short, as rustic as you want, no matter where you go, you turn heads All 100%.

However, this old guy still had a haughty look, and walked half a step in front of Su Chunfeng with his pointed chin up, as if deliberately trying to let everyone see that Su Chunfeng was his follower.

Okay.

Thanks to Su Chunfeng, he never paid much attention to such imaginary things, otherwise any young man who wanted to save face would probably distance himself from this wretched old guy.

"Hmph... spit!"

Gong Hu, who happened to have a slight cold in the past few days, took a mouthful of snot and spit it out casually.

Su Chunfeng, who had already gained experience along the way, promptly raised the right hand that had prepared a tissue to catch the thick phlegm and snot spit out by Gong Hu, and then threw the tissue into the trash can not far away without hesitation. .

"Hey, good skill!" Gong Hu shamelessly gave a thumbs up.

Su Chunfeng shook his head helplessly, waved for a taxi, stuffed a pack of tissues into Gong Hu's hand, helped him pat the little snow that fell on his body, pushed him into the car, and said, "Be careful when you go out." Under the influence, if you meet someone who knows you, they will laugh at us Pingyang people for being uneducated and uncivilized."

This sentence hit Gong Hu's pain point extremely accurately and hotly.

He shivered, took out a tissue in his hand when he got into the car, and said loudly, "Chunfeng, look, I have a cold, and you didn't prepare a mask for me. You don’t have to pay attention, but you have to be careful not to infect others, right? Sigh.”

What the taxi driver saw through the rearview mirror was a kind-hearted old man who was not very good-looking and came from the countryside in plain clothes. He couldn't help saying: "Old man, a cold is a minor illness, it's nothing to worry about!"

"Oh." Gong Hu covered his nose and mouth with a tissue and waved his hands.

The driver's master was completely moved: "Where are you from?"

Gong Hu was silent.

"People from Pingyang, Yuzhou." Su Chunfeng, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, smiled, regretful in his heart, and secretly scolded himself for being stupid--I had thought that this trick would work, and I would not be looked down upon and disgusted by others during the few hours on the train .

"The old man is a good man..." the driver master praised.

Gong Hu's triangular eyes narrowed into two crooked slits, showing humility, he waved his hands again and again.

Su Chunfeng smiled and didn't say anything——Gong Hu... Except for his poor quality and his sloppy and cunning image, he is indeed a good person.

Speaking of which, Gong Hu, who is born with extraordinary talents, is unlucky enough. Any sorcerer in Qimen Jianghu who has entered the realm of pure body can completely prevent minor illnesses such as colds.But what about Gong Hu?It's been much better in recent years. My wife Qi Cui used to call me an "old medicine jar" at home.

Not easy.

In Beijing, traffic jams seem to be a common occurrence.

It was catching up with the snow, and the road was even more congested.

From the West Railway Station to the mysterious office building with tight security on the East Third Ring Road, the taxi drove for an hour and a half before finally stopping like a snail in front of the snow-covered gate.

After getting out of the car, Gong Hu, who endured all the way, rushed to the trash can, blew his nose vigorously, and walked back to Su Chunfeng leisurely, looking up at the strange courtyard that was heavily guarded and guarded by armed police but did not even have a unit name , and the slightly old small office building.

"Just here?"

"Yes." Su Chunfeng nodded.

Gong Hu threw off his pace and walked towards the open small door beside the gate.

Then, he was stopped by armed police.

Gong Hu stared, looked around the stern young soldier, pointed at his red nose and said, "Do you know who I am?"

The soldier shook his head, his expression indifferent.

Su Chunfeng walked over and pulled Gong Hu behind him, took out the ID from his pocket apologetically, and handed it to the little soldier.

After looking at it, the little soldier nodded and stood aside.

"Let's go." Su Chunfeng frowned slightly, greeted Gong Hu with a little displeasure, and strode inside—although he didn't have a bad impression of Gong Hu from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't stand this wretched old guy's whole day. He is arrogant, but he is born with no quality at all.

"Hey, your ID is useful, let me have a look." Gong Hu followed behind, stretching out his hand to pick out from Su Chunfeng's arms.

"What catches your eyes?"

"Look what's wrong?" Gong Hu glared: "Your father is an asshole, a traitor in the Qimen Jianghu, he forgot his roots after holding half an official position, or what?"

Su Chunfeng had no choice but to take out his ID and hand it to Gong Hu.

Gong Hu took the blue special ID, looked left and right, turned it over and over for a long time, then threw it to Su Chunfeng: "I don't know how to read."

Su Chunfeng was speechless.

One old and one young walked into the deserted office building. They first went to the door of Luo Tonghua's office, knocked on the door and received no response, then came to Director Wu's office door, knocked on the door and entered.

"Director Wu, hello." Su Chunfeng said politely.

"Yo, it's fresh." Wu Jian stood up from behind the desk with a surprised expression, and said with a smile, "Why did you come to me on your own initiative? This is this?"

Su Chunfeng introduced: "Gong Hu."

"Huh? Famous! I have admired you for a long time!" Wu Jian smiled and extended his hand to Gong Hu, saying: "Crossing two borders in one fell swoop, and directly entering Dzogchen, Master Gong is famous all over the world, it is amazing."

Gong Hu shook Wu Jian's hand in surprise, and said, "Aren't you a warlock?"

"Oh, I'm not." Wu Jian invited the two of them to sit on the sofa, while making tea and pouring water enthusiastically, and took out the good cigarettes that were placed under the coffee table.

"You are not a warlock, you are in charge of the Qimen Jianghu?" Gong Hu directly expressed his dissatisfaction very poorly.

Su Chunfeng almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Wu Jian was stunned, wondering who the hell is this?Will you speak?However, he maintained a calm smile and said naturally: "It's not about management. The people's government is for the people. I'm not going to hypocritically say that I do a good job of serving the Qimen Jianghu, but the word management still has a key point. Literary words."

The uneducated Gong Hu didn't turn the corner for a long time. He impatiently pulled out the cigarette stick from his waist, stuffed the tobacco leaves into the pot, and said, "Father, I don't care if you serve It’s still up to you, anyway, the things you guys have done recently are not authentic..."

"What's the matter?" Wu Jian smiled and said, "Do you have any comments?"

Gong Hu took two puffs of cigarettes, stared and said: "You are not so unreasonable, what kind of bastards are those in Fudimen? You didn't care about whether you caught or killed them earlier, that's all. , they ran to the capital to deliver them to their door, but instead you acted as ancestors to confess and protect them, isn’t this fucking nonsense? Well, I won’t talk about it, but Wang Qimin’s apprentice, Ping Wa, wants revenge , There is nothing wrong with this, it should be taken for granted! Well, even if they are inheritors of tricks, your officials and those bastards in the Qimen Jianghu wear a pair of pants, and everyone will be punished for what shit they want to do. It’s okay, anyway, it’s been like this since the history of Gou-ri-, so I don’t care about it. But, tricks and the inheritors of tricks, what’s hindering us in Pingyang? What’s hindering me, Gong Hu and Cheng Xiazi ? We both made your father hurt?" Gong Hu pointed at Su Chunfeng, and said: "It's true that this kid has caused a lot of trouble, but he is a reasonable boy anyway, and he still has half of your official Duty, I said, how can you sell us all for such a fucking thing! How can we mess around in the world in the future?"

No one can bear Gong Hu's constant swearing and swearing, and the clay figurine is still bloody, let alone the dignified Director of Wujian?

Wu Jian frowned and said coldly: "Gong Hu, pay attention to your attitude! Wang Qimin and you, as well as Cheng Xiazi, are old friends, right? You have long known that he is the inheritor of trickery, and you also know that trickery is in Qimen. The position in the Jianghu history has been concealed from the entire Jianghu. This is a cover-up! We did not hold you and Cheng Xiazi accountable because you two are rare magic masters in the contemporary Qimen Jianghu. In the face of the older generation, and you have done no evil in the past. You are good. You don’t know how to reflect on your mistakes. What words?"

"Hey, who are you scaring? You caught me and collapsed!" Gong Hu swung the cigarette stick and smashed it on the coffee table twice.

Got it!

One sentence blocked all the room for relaxation.

What the hell is this?

Wu Jian said angrily, "I'm going to have someone arrest you now, and have you turned against me?"

"Hey, I don't have much skill, and my life is cheap, but it's just that the few bones in this whole body are harder than others!" Gong Hu's pair of triangular eyes stared into a circle, and his unshaven beard blew up: "Say it clearly, My surname is Gong and my name is Hu, and I have no intention of going back alive when I come to the capital this time! Damn it!"

"How unreasonable!" Wu Jian was so angry that he immediately slapped the table.

Gong Hu stood up abruptly, pouted his neck and said, "Let me tell you, my surname is Wu, I really pissed me off, I'll kill you right now!"

"you……"

Wu Jian was completely bewildered.

He thought to himself, how can there be such a person in the world, Gong Hu can live to such an old age, instead of being killed early... What a goddamn miracle.

There was also a bastard named Su Chunfeng, who sat there without saying a word, drinking tea leisurely.

It seems that this kid deliberately brought Gong Hu over to fight.

You should try to persuade them, and give both parties a step down. This fucking made the matter so frustrating, what good will it do you?

……

ps: Yesterday was a busy job...

Of course, the main reason is that my code words are serious again, and I am getting more and more nervous after writing in a low-key way~~ There will be more changes in the evening, how much I am not sure~