C295 old love

The thin - faced policeman silently stood by his side after he looked at a fat - faced policeman.

When I saw this, I wanted to laugh. I thought to myself, "This skinny guy, he really is a weirdo."

After the successful match, the bureau chief turned his gaze to the second Tall policeman on the left and used a tone he had before, "Have you chosen your partners?"

"I've chosen, I hope that the partner will be Zhang Haitong." Saying that, he walked over to Zhang Haitong's side with his head held high.

The third person on the left was the microophthalmic man. When the Chief stared at him and was about to ask him, he said impatiently: "I have also chosen my partner, I have chosen Lin Fan, and I think that person is not bad. I hope that after cooperating, there will be sparks."

"En!"

As soon as the director answered, he looked up at me and came slowly to my side.

I looked at him and thought: It seems I must hear his good story.

Thus, after a few minutes of successful grouping, we began our separate operations.

After looking around the area with small eye police for a while, I felt thirsty and tired. Thus, I decided to buy a few bottles of mineral water nearby, and when I arrived in front of a little girl who was selling beverages, he hurriedly asked her if there were any good beverages. This little girl would definitely answer his questions, and would introduce all of her beverages to him one by one, making him choose one or more of his favorite beverages.

He never thought that small eye police would only take two bottles of water from each bottle.

The moment he passed it to me, I suddenly said, "You, what are you doing? If you don't want my drink, then why did you ask me to introduce it to you? "

"Hehe, it's not that I don't want them, it's just that I think those beverages are expensive. That's why I decided to buy the mineral water in the end." After he said that, he looked at a nearby shop and said, "Come, Lin Fan, I heard that this shop is not bad. There are a lot of different types of goods inside, and there are even a few seats at the entrance.

Even though I knew that my task was very important, I felt that I should just work together and look for someone for a few hours. If I were to look for someone like that again, I would definitely die of exhaustion, so when I thought about it, I hurriedly said to him, "Alright, let's go."

The moment he sat down, he said to me: "Oh right, Lin Fan, what stories do you usually like to hear?"

After a brief moment of thought, I told him, "When I was very young, I loved to read myths. Now, I like to read online novels."

"Oh, really? What do you mean by myth? " he said.

"For instance, the Divine Seal Decree that belongs to the Eastern Wanderer is already quite good. Of course, the one that I like the most is the Journey to the West." I said.

"Hmm, actually, I like this TV show a lot too. Oh right, which character do you like the most?" he said.

"Sun Wukong." I said, "What, don't you like Sun Wukong?"

"Sun Wukong is great, but I like Zhu Bajie more." he said.

"His taste is really different from others. But honestly speaking, Zhu Bajie has his own merits as well. For example, I admire his persistence and obsession with love."

The moment I said that, he turned to me and said, "That's right, Lin Fan, your words are the right words, but before this, you have only seen the story of Journey to the West, do you know what happened after you learned it?"

He confused me with his question, so I said to him, "Then what happened after they took the book?"

"Monk Tang, I really don't know what happened to Wu Kong and Sha Monk, but what happened to Zhu Bajie? I did hear from a friend of mine." he said.

Hearing this, my interest was piqued. Thus, I opened the bottle and drank a few mouthfuls of water before saying to it, "Since you have some time now, quickly tell us. After you finish drinking the water, we will carry out our mission."

"Alright, then I'll tell you about Zhu Bajie's incident after I came back from taking the scripture. You have to listen carefully, I told you this once, so I won't repeat it a second time."

After he said this to me, he continued to tell me.

After Canopy Marshal Zhu Bajie retrieved the scripture, he once again felt endless longing for the tall girl from the old manor. A few days later, when he needed Zhao Benshan to endorse his dysentery, he could cure it and settle in a corner of an old manor in the private world.

Now he saw that all the old spots of the past had evaporated like steam and were replaced by steel bars, cement, mixed earth, ceramic slabs, and other modern high-tech objects that he had created as masterpieces. For this, he was filled with emotion and was glad that he had made this trip.

However, he knew exactly why he had come here, and with that strange look in the eyes of the villagers and passers-by, and that confused tone in his voice, he carefully asked for the address of the girl's family. After many failures, he finally got some idea of what was going on, and stroking this little clue, and with a smile, he gathered his courage and knocked on the modern red-iron gate of a farmhouse, mumbling as he knocked: This old man, he really does build such a good house, and he won't let me, Old Pig, come back here.

"Who is it?" It was a very pleasant voice, and it was a very gentle voice. Immediately afterwards, he heard a series of hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

"This little voice is really sweet. I haven't seen her for a few years, but Miss Gao's voice quality has improved so much?" Maybe she's even more beautiful now? "

As he was thinking this, the door suddenly opened. A fat little girl in her early twenties, with skin that was not soft and smooth, came out. When he saw this, he was shocked and thought to himself: Even if Gau had developed even better, it shouldn't have been like this, right? This was too exaggerated.

"Who are you looking for?"

Cao Miaomiao, the eighteenth granddaughter of the Gao girl, looked at this extremely funny guy in disbelief, trying her best to speak in a gentle tone.

"Miss Gao, I haven't seen you in a few years. It's impossible for you to not remember your old sweetheart, right?" Although he didn't want Lady Gao to fail in her development, he had no other choice. Moreover, he had learned from the monkey cub that the mortal world could undergo plastic surgery. Thinking of this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, forced himself to be serious and forced to accept this loss.

"Whap."

When Cao Mei heard this, she angrily walked through the half-open door. Then, she tightly closed the door. No matter how he tried to explain or beg, it was all to no avail.

However, he didn't give up because of this. He continued to tell her about his deep feelings and infatuation. In order to get her sympathy, he tried his best to use the self-confidence that he had learned from somewhere to move her to tears.

When the door finally opened, he rose hopefully to meet the unexpected or unexpected turn of events, but for a moment, with a whimsical sound, "Fuck the pig's nerves," he was kicked out of the room by the woman and a thin, effeminate man with a mustache.

Suddenly, with a violent gust of wind, he was slammed in the doorway of a super-luxury hotel, the Golden Dragon Hotel. He wanted to seek justice for himself, but was enchanted by the delicious smell of roast duck, so he changed his mind and said, "It's not too late to go back and find Gau when you're done eating and drinking. What the hell, I haven't seen her for a few years, and I don't even remember her."

Thinking of this, he stood up and very primly dusted off the dust on his buttocks, then walked into the hotel. As soon as he entered, he was greeted with a wave of laughter.

"Beautiful. I feel like that lunatic who looks like a pig is a bit familiar." The small bearded man, the Empress, was extremely strong as he spoke in a bashful and gentle manner.

"Hubby, I feel the same way." There was something of a man in her manner.

"Zhu Bajie?" After pondering for a few seconds, both of them spoke up almost at the same time.

"Yes, that's him, my grandma's grandma's grandma … He's already been dead for so many years, and yet he still has such deep feelings for her. She sighed with emotion. Then he turned to the foppish man with the mustache. "Good luck, if only you were half as good as him."

"Yeah, Zhu Bajie, my super idol, I really admire you." The small mustached man said with incomparable reverence.

At the same time, Zhu Bajie was carried out of the hotel by a few burly men and thrown into the place where the couple was kicked like trash. No matter how much he told them that he was the Canopy Marshal, it was useless.

After that, one of the men furiously spat out a sentence before he left: "What the f * ck is the Canopy Marshal?" You want to mix a roast duck with a pig's head, roast suckling pig, I think you're crazy.

The more Zhu Bajie thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He thought to himself, [I don't want to acknowledge a lover, but I've already eaten a piece of meat. I've been beaten up, and now I've been humiliated again.] Thinking of this, he was so depressed that he laid on the ground, unwilling to do anything else. Right at this time, a strange light suddenly flashed in his mind, and he suddenly felt that the roast duck and the roasted suckling pig had a guarantee.

He thought to himself, the reason they brought me out is because they don't believe that I'm the Canopy Marshal, Zhu Bajie. If I go and find them and show them my abilities, wouldn't I be able to eat meat?

As he thought of this, he stood up, and it was at this moment that a four or five-year-old child walked over with a piece of greasy yellow paper, half wrapped in a nearly finished sugar cake, and just as he arrived in front of him, just as he was about to finish eating it, he threw it out in passing, just in time to drop it into his arms. He panicked and wanted to blink, but his hands gripped the paper tightly, and the greasy paper, for a brief moment, turned into an ancient writing, and when he lifted his head, the little boy had already disappeared.

After that, he changed his direction and began to diligently look for the person Bodhisattva had hinted at …

When I heard this, two-thirds of the mineral water had already been drunk. He felt that his entire body had become cooler, so he took a bottle of mineral water and said to the small eye police: "Let's go, we are thirsty now, it's not hot anymore, let's continue searching?"

"Well, now, I'm not done yet." he said to me as he stood up.

"Let's talk as we walk."

After I said that to him, I left the shopping mall and continued my search.