Zhou Xiaolong was a little surprised when he entered the door, because the place where a single man lives alone in his head should be dirty and messy, like a kennel
But scratch uncle’s home is almost spotless.
There is a row of large shelves with a lot of neatly placed faces, and there is a sofa near the corner of the painter’s desk. The sofa is very bright and soft.
At the moment, there is a man sitting in the corner of the sofa. The man is knocking his legs with his head down and his hands are busy knitting a sweater.
A man was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater and wearing a pair of super tight hot pants.
The fabric of the hot pants is very permeable, and a lot of leg hair has escaped from the pants.
Er, Zhou Xiaolong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and thought that this man was really not normal. Otherwise, how could Xiaoya be afraid to meet Uncle Scratch?
"Hey, what are you looking at? Haven’t you ever seen a man knitting a sweater?"
"hmm"
"Do I like knitting sweaters when I’m not inspired?"
"Uh, real me," Zhou Xiaolong said, "I’m-I’m here to get the draft."
It’s strange to scratch uncle Zhou Xiaolong’s voice. He slowly raised his head and looked at Zhou Xiaolong’s eyes. It’s really weird.
Scratching uncle’s eyes is big, black eyes are small, and his eyes are very penetrating. From Zhou Xiaolong’s shoes to the top of his head, Zhou Xiaolong’s scalp is tight
"Are you cousin Xia Xue?"
"Yes, yes."
"If you have a good draft, draw a table. Take it yourself and don’t disturb my work!" Scratched uncle tone with impatience.
Say that finish this sentence scratch uncle continue to bow to knit a sweater.
Scratched my uncle’s eyes and stared at the two sweater needles without lifting their heads.
Zhou Xiaolong walked to the front of the painting table, where there were already two paintings, which had been rolled into a roll and taken away.
However, Zhou Xiaolong picked up the picture scroll, and at the same time, his eyes swept casually and he saw a small glass bottle next to the pen holder on Uncle’s desktop, which looked like a small bottle of ink.
But that’s definitely not ink.
Because Zhou Xiaolong can obviously feel that there is something wrong with the liquid in the small bottle.
The small bottle that didn’t deliberately hit the eye of yin and yang has already emitted bursts of purple fog.
That’s evil spirit. How can this thing be evil spirit? !
Zhou Xiaolong is a complete stranger to life in a big city. Although he has gained insight into heaven and earth, there are still many details that are still confusing.
Curious, Zhou Xiaolong picked up the glass vial in the other hand.
The small bottle is very small, with two big waists. It looks like a strange gourd bottle. There is a small piece of plastic pipe next to the mouth of the bottle, and an egg-sized airbag is connected to the end of the plastic pipe.
Even if Zhou Xiaolong doesn’t know how this thing works, he can easily guess that when he squeezes his hand to inflate the airbag, liquid will be sprayed out in the form of smoke.
"Quick put don’t move that thing! ! ！”
Scratched uncle incredibly walk without sound, I don’t know how to drift behind Zhou Xiaolong, and grabbed a small bottle in Zhou Xiaolong’s hand.
Zhou Xiaolong didn’t have a chance to see uncle scratching his whole face clearly. To be honest, uncle scratching his face is not ugly. He has some stubble hair and some long hair, but artists like to have long hair. His eyes are extremely obscene and he behaves like a sissy when he speaks.
"Why do you owe me so much? I hate it when people touch my things!"
"Uncle, what is that thing for?"
"Do you care?"
"Uncle, to be honest, there is something wrong with that thing."
"Hehe, what’s the problem?"
"Uncle, you’d better get rid of this thing and leave it at home, because it’s evil!"
When Uncle Scratch heard Zhou Xiaolong say this, he actually laughed. "Of course, this thing is evil. If there is no evil, how can I spend so much money on it?"
"but"
"Okay, okay, you care so much whether you are tired or not. Take the painting and leave quickly!"
Scratch uncle hid the small bottle in the drawer and went to Fujian impatiently.
Zhou Xiaolong, after all, is a mysterious younger brother with a kind heart. He thought for a moment, "Uncle, I’ll tell you what. I’ll leave you my mobile phone number. If anything happens to you, I’m sure I can help you."
"All right, all right." Uncle Scratch took out a pencil and a piece of paper. "Just write down your phone number and go. I have to continue knitting."
Zhou Xiaolong picked up a pencil and wrote his own phone number. Sadly, this mobile phone was bought yesterday. Xia Xue told him before, but it seems that he has forgotten it by now.
I can’t help it. Zhou Xiaolong took out his mobile phone and called Xia Xue. Okay, there is Xia Xue number in the mobile phone.
"What’s the matter? Have you seen Uncle Scratch?"
"I’ve got the draft, but can you tell me my mobile phone number?"
Scratched uncle looked at Zhou Xiaolong inexplicably and almost fainted on the spot when he heard that Zhou Xiaolong didn’t even remember his mobile phone number.
Xia Xue finally wrote down his mobile phone number while reading Zhou Xiaolong, and then solemnly handed it over to Uncle Scratch. "Uncle, when we meet, we are destined to be friends. You should take care of yourself and call me if anything happens. I won’t from ruin!"
"Well, well, well, let’s go!"
With that, Zhou Xiaolong left the scratch uncle’s workshop with a painting. He looked at Zhou Xiaolong inexplicably. When he left his hand, he made a ball of paper and threw it into the wastebasket like a shot.
"What the hell? Even if something happens to me, can I ask a kid who can’t even remember his cell phone number? It’s a big joke!"
Xiaoya immediately came out of Uncle Scratch’s workshop and asked, "Does Uncle Scratch blame you for what he did when you went in?"
"It’s okay. It’s not particularly scary. He was knitting a sweater when I saw him just now."
"Knitting a sweater" Xiaoya spat out her tongue. "You know when I saw Uncle Scratch, he was even more disgusting when he did things."
"Is it more disgusting than knitting a sweater?"
"disgusting ten million times"
Xiaoya’s face appeared a kind of expression that she took a bite of an apple and found a half-worm body and left it in the apple.
"Say it!"
"The second time I came with manager Xia to scratch my uncle. I was shaving my armpit hair with a razor and humming a song. I actually sang Leslie Cheung when love is a thing of the past."
Chapter 15 Diablo iii street
When Xiao-long Zhou scratched his uncle’s head and sang a little song while shaving his armpit hair, he couldn’t help shivering and stood up with goose bumps, which was more shocking than seeing those heinous evil spirits.
"But that uncle, I think something will happen to him soon." Zhou Xiaolong sighed.
"Ah, why do you say that? ！” Xiaoya asked incredulously
"Nothing, nothing"
I went back to Sunshine Advertising Company Xia Xue and saw the two pictures brought back by Xiaolong for a week. Xia Xue was very satisfied.
Scratching uncle is a strange man, but he doesn’t have to say that his painting level is high and his speed is fast.
On this day, Xia Xue has been working overtime in the advertising company until nine o’clock to go home. Zhou Xiaolong fell asleep in the car.
When Xia Xue was very busy for the next few days, Zhou Xiaolong felt that he could not sit on the sofa and play with fruit every day.

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