Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

"Lord of the earth...you sit down."

Only then did Po Meng react as if she got up from the wicker chair.

Normally, she would lie on this wicker chair for a while only occasionally when Zuo Chen left the teahouse.

This time, because I didn’t know how long Zuo Chen was going to go, I thought he wouldn’t be back today.

I didn't expect to be caught upright.

Zuo Chen nodded, you're welcome.

I found a comfortable position and sat down.

The wicker chair still carries a faint scent of a girl,

"Mr. Earth, what would you like to drink?"

Susanshan on the side hurried to prepare tea.

But Zuo Chen waved his hand.

"No, busy with yours."

"Huh? What are we busy?"

"Aren't you playing games?"

"Earth Lord, do you also know?"

Po Meng's face was flushed,

There is a feeling of guilty conscience.

Know, how can I not know.

This game is not unique in this life. Among the blue stars of the previous life, this thing has become popular all over the country.

Although Zuo Chen stayed a bit more, he would still play games to relax when he was bored.

"This monarch is not an old antique, do you know that these are strange?"

Zuo Chen laughed lightly.

"How about... a round?"

Po Meng waved her mobile phone,

Zuo Chen hesitated.

He swears that he really hesitated.

After all, this game doesn't seem to be in line with the identity of Dijun.

Then.

In the small shop.

The screens of five mobile phones light up.

...

The days are still passing by unconsciously.

In the blink of an eye, it was already September.

It's another year's school season, and there are a lot fewer young men and women in front of Tianjun Temple.

This made Lao Dao and Jiang Taixu very melancholy.

When I can't comfort my missed sister, I can only squat at the door of the store and look at the long legs that come and go to soothe the emptiness of my soul.

Without those young people, the business in the shop has become much more slack.

Actually, it's not surprising, you can't expect a group of old ladies and grandpas to come and drink milk tea on crutches, right?

Let alone whether the bodies of these elderly people can support the queue for a long time.

It's just the three highs of the elderly now, do you dare to sell milk tea to them?

"Weird, too empty, do you think there are fewer people today than yesterday."

The old man smashed his cigarette butt, spewing out a cloud of smoke, and counted the crowds who came and went very puzzled.

"Is it less? Why don't I see that it is less? Isn't it all people who come and go?"

Jiang Taixu raised his head curiously. Compared to the crowding phenomenon of a while ago, it seems to be much better now.

"That's not good for your kid. There were 76 girls who passed by in ten minutes at this time yesterday, and 40% of them were pretty."

"Today, only 58 came in these ten minutes, a drop of many percentage points year-on-year."

The old Tao raised his head, and carefully followed Jiang Taixu to popularize science.

Suddenly he gave a smirk:

"Too Xu, are you planning to find one? You can see if you are still so young now, even if you have a bad kidney, you can still make do with it."

"I think Sister Shanshan is pretty good, how about it? After experiencing the snake, don't you want to try it?"

"..." Jiang Taixu.

"roll."

".okay."

The two of them finished smoking, stretched their waists, and returned to their teahouse.

Po Meng, this Nizi, has recently become obsessed with playing games.

Basically, I don’t show up in the store during the day.

But Zuo Chen has had more time in the past few days.

However, according to his own landlord, this is just his external incarnation, his deity is retreating for several days in order to enter the underworld to explore.

As the afternoon approached, there were no customers in the shop, and the three Jiang Taixu, who were about to open a black hand, just took out their mobile phones.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a police uniform pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in.

As soon as he came in,

Feeling that the atmosphere in the entire teahouse was quiet, Susanshan frowned slightly.

Zuo Chen was flipping through the book "Gewulun" in his hand, put down the book, turned his head slightly, and looked at him.

The other party was wearing a hat, and the badge on his shoulder was shining in the afternoon sun.

This man's face with Chinese characters, his height is not too high, about 175, but it seems to give people the kind of security that feels like a policeman.

"Boss, have a cup of tea, I just got a little thirsty when I got here."

The policeman with Guozilian took off his hat, found an empty seat and sat down.

"Yeah, Officer Wu."

At this time Jiang Taixu suddenly opened his mouth in surprise.

"You are?"

The policeman was a little confused. It seemed that there were more people in contact with him. He shouldn't remember too many people himself.

"You dignitaries have forgotten things, haven't we seen them some time ago!"

"Tongque Terrace, have you forgotten?"

Jiang Taixu pleased and smiled at the middle-aged policeman.

"Um... I don't usually go to that kind of place except when sweeping H..."

The uncle police looked upright, and when he looked at Jiang Taixu in his eyes, he became less friendly.

Before the police face the bathing center?

It's also a punishment. There is a sentence now.

"Police officer, don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong. We are good people. You told us to have a question that happened that day."

The old Tao hurriedly explained from the side,

"It's you."

The middle-aged police stunned when they saw the old way, and immediately remembered who this man was.

No way, the old-fashioned dress left him with a much deeper impression than Jiang Taixu.

Especially that day, these two people were personally escorted out by the guards of the mansion.

Even after so long, it's not easy not to write it down.

Although it's just meeting the deceased in the same city, it is not as good as meeting the old acquaintance in another country, but it also has a different taste.

Some smiles appeared on the face of the middle-aged policeman, and his tone became softer.

"This is your shop?"

"It used to be, now it belongs to our boss."

The veteran was also very happy for others to remember him, so he personally ran to the bar and brought a cup of lovesickness.

"...."police.

Why are people talking so profound now? I don't feel a little understanding.

"thanks."

The middle-aged policeman thanked the old man.

"Are there any novels? I'm going to wait for the car to go home and see how to solve the problem."

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[Author's digression]: Today’s update is over~ I will prepare one in three rounds recently.