Both money and sex

In July, the sunset is like fire.

On a hill in the northwest corner of Jiangcheng University, several small buildings are hidden in the trees, scattered in order.Under the shade of mottled trees, an asphalt road connects several small buildings together, and the other end leads to the teacher's dormitory area not far ahead.

There are few people on the road, and the singing of insects and birds is endless.

"boom--"

Accompanied by the sudden thunderclap, gusts of wind blew up, and the dark clouds covered the top, covering the sky and the sun.

After three thunderclaps, the wind subsided a little, and the big raindrops fell to the ground fiercely like falling stones, hitting the leaves with crackling noises.

In front of one of the small buildings, there is a small courtyard. On both sides of the courtyard, there are cannas as tall as half a person growing. Under the washing of the rain, the dust accumulated for many days has just been washed away. The big green leaves look very special. refreshing.

"Ah-ah-ah-"

Suddenly, with howling ghosts and howling wolves, a young man in a white T-shirt and jeans appeared on the path, quickly ran into the yard, and jumped under the rain eaves.

"The one next door to Mahler, it's raining too fast."

Luo Ping cursed and took out the key from his drenched trouser pocket, ready to open the door.

"You, hello!"

A timid voice suddenly sounded from his right side, Luo Ping was startled, and turned his head to look over.

This two-story building has a long history, and its style is different from the current new building.The rain eaves in front of the door protruded out to a width of one meter, and there were four colonnades underneath, and there were low railings in the middle of the colonnades. Sticking to the railings, there were clumps of densely grown evening primroses.

I saw a little girl in a sapphire blue Taoist robe with her head in a bun, oh, the little Taoist nun is standing next to the pillar.

The little Taoist nun was young, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate features and big eyes revealing a trace of nervousness.

"Hi, what's the matter?" Luo Ping hesitated for a while, then asked her, looked back and forth, and confirmed that there was only the little Taoist nun.

"Excuse me, does Mr. Chen Qingyu live here?"

"That's right, this is Mr. Chen's home. Do you have something to do with him?" Luo Ping was even more surprised. He didn't expect that the little Taoist nun came to see Mr. Chen. "But he just left the country, and he won't be back until three months later." .”

The smile on the little Taoist nun's face froze, and she forgot to close her small mouth that had just opened, and her wide-open eyes were blank.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and was blown under the eaves by the wind, which wet the cloth shoes on the feet of the little Taoist nun.Luo Ping hurriedly opened the door and invited the little nun into the house with a smile.

At this time, the little Taoist nun also recovered from the surprise just now, hesitated for a moment, and followed him into the room.

When the little nun entered the door, Luo Ping saw that she was holding a thin and long object tightly wrapped in blue cloth, which looked a bit like a long sword in shape.

"What are you holding a sword?" Luo Ping asked curiously.

The little Taoist nun nodded cautiously, holding the long sword tightly in her arms with her hands involuntarily.Because Luo Ping had already walked in front of her, his eyes staring at the long sword were shining with excitement.

"Do you know swordsmanship, can you show me your sword?"

Facing the urgent Luo Ping, the little Taoist nun stiffened and took two steps back involuntarily.In a panic, his feet tripped on the coffee table, his whole body lost its center of gravity, and he leaned back.

Luo Ping couldn't cry, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand to help, but the little nun swung the long sword in her hand and tapped it on the wall behind her. Her petite body was like an iron bridge, and it was firmly placed on the top of the tea table, showing Excellent flexibility and coordination.

"Boom! Pop—"

Luo Ping's hands froze in the air.

His eyes stared blankly at the long sword tightly wrapped in blue cloth stabbing at Old Chen's favorite "Spring Rain Picture".

Watching the glass on the picture frame shatter into pieces and fall to the ground.

His heart is also broken...

The little nun exerted a little force on her hands, let out a soft drink, and straightened up neatly, with a graceful posture.

Luo Ping woke up like a dream, and shouted: "Don't move!"

But it was too late, as the long sword was drawn out, the picture frame fell heavily to the ground.

Torn apart!

Luo Ping ran over in a hurry, and picked up the broken "Spring Rain Picture" among the broken glass on the ground.Looking at the huge hole in the middle, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Before Mr. Chen left, he even patted his chest, promising to keep everything in this room intact.However, as soon as he left, "Spring Rain Picture" had such a big hole, what should we do?

This is a famous work that Mr. Chen has treasured for ten years.

The value is immeasurable!

"How to do?"

Luo Ping was dumbfounded, he didn't even know that his little finger was cut by broken glass, and the bright red blood dripped down drop by drop.

"Yes, I'm sorry!" The little nun also squatted down next to Luo Ping, looking at the painting that she had stabbed a big hole in, her face turned pale, and said timidly.

Luo Ping was stunned for a while, then suddenly became furious, "This is Mr. Chen's favorite painting, just say I'm sorry and it's over?"

He has always had a bad temper, so he roared and turned to stare at the little Taoist nun who was about to get angry.But when he saw her lovely and pitiful appearance, he forcibly suppressed his anger.

Luo Ping sat on the ground with a dull expression, his head was in a mess, and he sighed and said: "Forget it, you didn't mean it."

For a moment, Luo Ping was in a state of confusion, and the little nun was also dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. The room was extremely quiet, except for the ticking sound of the wall clock on the wall.

Looking at the frustrated expression on Luo Ping's face, the little Taoist nun realized that she had caused a catastrophe. After hesitating for a while, she took off a pendant around her neck and handed it to Luo Ping.

"I only have this. I heard from my master that it's an antique. I don't know if it's worth it. You accept it."

Luo Ping was stunned for a moment, and saw a black jade pendant in the middle of the small white palm of the little Taoist nun, the size of a copper coin, and the style was simple.

He took it subconsciously, and the black jade pendant was warm in his hands, with the warmth of the little Taoist nun remaining, and a hint of fragrance came to his nostrils.Just above the black jade is a relief sculpture in the shape of a beast, which is exquisite and lifelike.

In the past few months, under the influence of Mr. Chen, Luo Ping has also learned a little about antiques. He has never seen such a beast pattern.Immediately, he was very interested, and he carefully stroked the small black jade pendant with his hand, trying to judge the physical properties of this small piece from the feel.

What he didn't know was that this black jade pendant was given to the little Taoist nun by her master on her tenth birthday. It has been worn next to her chest for several years and has never been shown to others.

Seeing Luo Ping gently caressing it with his hand, the little Taoist nun's cheeks were burning and she was extremely shy. Immediately, her eyes and face were slightly closed, and she softly recited the mantra of purifying the mind.

Luo Ping didn't notice her appearance. After looking at the front of the pendant, Luo Ping turned it over and carefully looked at the back.

The style of this jade pendant is simple and unsophisticated, with no trace of carving, and the ink color is even and rich.Luo Ping once heard Mr. Chen say that black jade is extremely precious now, and the market is priced in grams. Although this jade pendant is small in style, it is heavy and heavy, so it must be an extremely precious artifact.

Suddenly, the blood on Luo Ping's little finger was stained on the animal pattern on the front of the Moyu pendant, and the red light flashed in the eyes of the glaring monster with one horn on its head, followed by the blood on the Moyu pendant. All in one go.

Luo Ping suddenly felt that his little finger was very itchy, and when he looked carefully, he saw blood stains on his finger, presumably it was scratched by glass just now.

"You put it away, I can't accept such a valuable thing." Luo Ping handed the pendant back to the little Taoist nun, picked up a paper towel on the coffee table and wiped the blood on the little finger, but couldn't find the wound.

The little nun took the Moyu pendant, a blush remained on her fair face.

"By the way, you came to see Mr. Chen for something, why don't you tell me, maybe I can help you."

Luo Ping is 1.7 meters tall, and wearing a wet white T-shirt, he looks extraordinarily strong; the little Taoist nun is petite, but wears a loose Taoist robe. The two squeezed together in the narrow space between the coffee table and the wall, almost leaning against each other. Together.

There is a dark fragrance floating in the air, but it is not the usual scent of powder and perfume, but a touch of musk, which makes people feel peaceful.

The little nun was embarrassed by Luo Ping, and felt that she was too close to him, so she stood up quickly and said, "I have a letter for Mr. Chen Qingyu."

"It's the same for me. When Mr. Chen comes back, I'll hand it over to him for you." Luo Ping also stood up, and carefully put away the damaged "Spring Rain Picture" and put it aside.

"No, Master said that I must hand it over to Mr. Chen Qingyu."