My student is not a problem

Xu Mo's face turned black and he couldn't wait to tear her up.

Why did I ask myself to say such things at this time.

Going out in the middle of the night, looking weird, and coming back with money... Anyway, the elegy is definitely not what it is, even if these behaviors are very similar, it is an elegy!I love my elegy!Although it is innocent and natural, but it is for myself...Although it is the same obsession and love for money, but...Anyway, how can an elegy anyway!

He knows that elegy can't do that kind of thing. If it were true, the double cultivation method would have been noticed long ago. It's impossible.

To your lover, 100% trust is the most important.

But for the purpose of protection, Xu Mo decided to follow suit.

If there is any trouble in the elegy, or if there is something that must be done at night, I can help in time.

Into the night.

The elegy is the same as before, wearing that beautiful white dress and white veil, flying in the night city with great light work.A touch of whiteness in the dark night looks so dazzling, but Elegy has a unique way to hide himself from being easily discovered.

Xu Mo also used some small tricks to follow behind quietly, like a fool.

...

Picasso was a well-known pianist. Although he took the name of a painter with his surname Bi, he was already very knowledgeable in piano.He became famous at an early age and played a role for first-line stars.There have been concerts in Vienna’s Golden Hall and Chinese New Year Gala...A year ago, these glory were completely shattered by a car accident.God seems to have made a big joke with Picasso. The accident happened to be okay, just ruining his hands.

These hands are not an exaggeration to say that they are the life of a pianist.

The nerves in his hands were severely damaged. Even after more than a year of surgery and hard treatment, famous doctors all over the world... But the doctor announced a few days ago that his hands had been completely abolished.I can only barely maintain my life, do some simple finger movements, if I want to play the piano again, it is simply a dream.In a year's time, all of his was taken away, glory and money, everything. People gradually forgot about the pianist. In the end, Picasso realized that he had nothing, and his hands were life. Now life has long been abandoned. He leaves, so what's the point?

The pianist who used to be bright and beautiful is now sloppy and unkempt, like a tramp...

At the end of the cell phone, I randomly found a small vendor and sold it for a hundred dollars. I bought two bottles of bad wine for 80. Picasso came to the riverside and looked at the feasting city in the distance, as if mocking himself, laughing at himself. I laughed and started drinking.

He was so drunk that he was drunk, and alcohol gave him the last courage to walk towards the river step by step. As long as he opened the rusty iron fence, he could die immediately and abandon this unimportant body.

"what happened to your hand?"

Picasso had already opened the iron fence, ready to throw himself into the river, but a nice voice came from behind him.

Looking back, I saw a fairy wearing a pure white ancient dress descending to the moon...Although he was covered with a veil, he could still know his stunning beauty.

"My hand...wasted...wasted..." Picasso was slurred, drank too much, and had such an illusion?But I don't know why I would answer a question of illusion.

"I can cure it, but I need to be paid." Fairy said like this, her voice was deserted, and it didn't seem to have any emotions.

Ah?Hallucinations are so realistic?Picasso thought to himself, the fairies actually charge?It's all an illusion anyway, and I have only 20 dollars left in my body, how can I be paid?This year, he has looked for 30 million doctors. What's the use?

Okay, then ask, let yourself know.

Desperate depravity swallowed his heart, Picasso gave a sorrowful laugh: "Okay, how much is it?"

The fairy seemed to hesitate, standing in front of him stretched out pretty fingers... as if counting.

Finally he hesitated and asked: "That... eight yuan... all right? One hand... four yuan..." The fairy's words were no longer cold and deserted, it seemed that there was no confidence in the price.

"What? How much?" Picasso was awakened by a third of his wine. I must have heard it wrong, right?

"Eight...no, six yuan is fine."

You obviously said eight yuan just now!

"Are you sure it's not six pieces of gold?"

"Six yuan, that's... it's this kind of coin!" The fairy was especially considerate, and showed him a coin.

Picasso was even more desperate. He looked up at the sky, and cursed in his heart that I was going to die. Why did you come to play with me and joke with me.

Row?Six yuan to rule my hand!?Treat it!

Anyway, I will ascend to heaven after waiting.

Picasso took out the twenty yuan left on his body and generously handed it to the fairy: "No need to find it."

The fairy in the white veil trembled, took the twenty yuan and put it in his pocket, and said with a slight excitement: "Thank you, you are such a good person! I will definitely cure you. Hold out your hand!"

Picasso did it, but he really didn't think it could be cured. What a joke.

A gleam of crystal clear green came from the fairy beyond his arm, and wrapped his hands under the gaze of the naked eye...The original unconscious fingers...seems...can be controlled?

He couldn't believe it, staring at all this dumbfounded.

I wanted to shout, but suddenly I felt a short circuit in my brain, all thoughts stopped abruptly and passed out.

The elegy just caused him to fall asleep temporarily, until tomorrow morning when he wakes up on the river bank, he will find that his hands have fully recovered.

So since he passed out of a coma, is it a dream?Or miracle?

It's not known, but when he recovers, he will definitely keep a low profile and regain the hope of life.

...

Xu Mo was watching everything from a distance.

Let's just say, how could my elegy do strange things? Isn't that good?It’s about saving the dying and healing the wounded, hey...this is the concept of money...

Xu Mo helped his forehead helplessly, but since Elegy did it to make money, why was it so sudden?

Continue to look down.

It took some time for the elegy to sort out the money in the purse, and it seemed that it was finally settled.Running in one direction, she knocked on the door of an old shop in the dim old city.

The store door is actually made up of a few rotten wooden boards. After a while, a white-haired old man carrying a lantern came out. He looked like he was 80 or 90 years old.

He didn't become irritated by the interruption of the elegy of the third watch in the middle of the night, but sighed slightly: "Little girl, why are you here again..."

"Fix this." Elegy carefully took out a pocket watch from the bottom of the purse.

In Xu Mo's case, he had never seen an elegy and brought it out. I don't know the origin of this pocket watch and its special meaning.

Only then did I notice that there were two big characters "clocks and watches" hanging in front of the old shop.

The old craftsman didn’t even take the pocket watch. He seemed to have seen it before, and shook his head: “I’m not saying that, there are no raw materials of that era in these days, and I can’t repair it if I want to. The degree is no less than those in the palace back then, this accessory is definitely only a single piece."

"Isn't it...you can find similar accessories for eight thousand yuan?"

"Then you have to find it... a handful of bones, where can I find it. I haven't seen anything like this in the past few years. I really can't do it here. I guess no one can do it in this city... ...It's a pity."

The old craftsman also seemed very helpless.

"Is there really no way?" The elegy seemed to be anxious, unwilling to confirm.