《Seven Evil Slips》


 Volume 1 - CH 1

    Yunnan, Lijiang Ancient City, Jusan Suiyi Bar1, back doors.


    The sound of music around him was quiet, and Yi Wansan2 nervously watched to see if anyone was coming, while urging the two people in front of him: ¡°Hurry up, hurry up!¡±


    These two people are ordinary thieving rat brains. One opened a box on the ground, and has a ring the size of a bracelet hanging from his ear. The other has a pinch of white hair on his head. He crouches and fiddles with the box. Then he stands up with a bottle of foreign wine in one hand. The foreign language on the bottle is not rare in English. At first glance, he loudly reads: ¡°Two bottles of one hundred and two!¡±


    ¡°Fuck!3¡± Yi Wansan swore, ¡°Why did the price increase? Didn¡¯t it used to be one hundred?¡±


    White Hair looked at him contemptuously: ¡°What¡¯s wrong with one hundred and two? Once you enter the bar, the price is thousands. Can those fuckers who come to pick up girls drink it all? These bottles look so high-grade, so they¡¯re all expensive, okay? And what you want is LTL, not wholesale!¡±


    The bottle of wine does look good, and the packaging has been upgraded. Yi Wansan asked him to verify: ¡°The raw materials have not changed right, don¡¯t use the killing kind of industrial alcohol.¡±


    White Hair felt very humiliated: ¡°Can we do that kind of unethical thing? Our fakes are also conscientious!¡±


    It¡¯s nine o¡¯clock in the evening, and it¡¯s when the bar started to be lively. Yi Wansan coaxed Uncle Zhang to help him temporarily in the bar. He couldn¡¯t delay any longer. After paying the money, two bottles of wine were stuffed in his jacket, and a bottle was clamped under one armpit, and then he hurried them: ¡°Go, go, go.¡±


    The big earring bitterly picked up the box and walked out: ¡°Crossing the river then burning the bridge.¡±


    White Hair also took the opportunity: ¡°Exactly, doesn¡¯t recognize people after changing clothes.¡±4


    Usually, Yi Wansan would be kicked in the ass by someone, but it¡¯s too late now. He trotted through the dark aisle behind him, and his voice must have been heard by Uncle Zhang: ¡°I¡¯m coming. I¡¯m coming.¡±


    After taking two more steps, his eyes suddenly lit up, the light swayed unsteadily and on top of the bar goblets of all sizes were being served. As soon as the top light was refracted, it became vibrant and colorful.


    Jusan Suiyi. It¡¯s a bar before eleven o¡¯clock in the evening, and it¡¯s a clear bar after eleven o¡¯clock. It¡¯s not a big deal, but here, isn¡¯t it just a mood to sell?


    Uncle Zhang Mu5 was standing in the bar, like an old Beijing opera student who had entered the ballet little swan, but he was out of place. When he saw Yi Wansan, he scolded: ¡°Son of a bitch, did you go to Yulong Snow Mountain to piss?¡±


    Yi Wansan laughed with him: ¡°My stomach hurts, uncle, you have to understand¡­ Besides, didn¡¯t I come back?¡±


    He lowered his body and got behind the bar. Uncle Zhang cursed him angrily again, and then left.


    Yi Wansan sighed, turned around and pretended to be tidying up the wine table, and secretly replaced the genuine product above with two bottles of Li Ge under his armpit.


    Everything went well. When it was past ten o¡¯clock, Yi Wansan hooked up with a student that was studying abroad. He was cheeky, and the amused girl giggled with a smile like a hen about to cuddle6, and then he made a big move. He took off the bottle of foreign wine with a unit price of 60 from the wine rack, and tyrannically poured half a glass for the girl.


    The simple girl was very surprised: ¡°This is so expensive!¡±


    Yi Wansan curled his lips and smiled. You know, it works best to look at a beauty under the light. He was originally not bad-looking, coupled with the lighting effects, is it that good?


    What¡¯s more, there was a glass of expensive wine held in his hand.


    Yi Wansan handed the wine glass to the girl: ¡°Wine is for beauties.¡±


    After eleven o¡¯clock, there were fewer guests, and the bar became quieter. The affectionate girl was slightly drunk by the fake wine, and half pushed and half followed Yi Wansan to the back stairs. She was taken into his arms in a daze, and then stunned, he had already kissed her, and one unruly hand reached under her clothes.


    There was a soft sound of footsteps under the stairs. It wasn¡¯t known which guest came to the back to use the bathroom. The girl was a little shy at first. After thinking about it, in modern society, kissing is the most normal thing. Passers-by should have some common sense to avoid them.


    There is no such person.


    ¡°Husband!¡±


    The voice was not loud, and Yi Wansan shuddered first. The girl reacted later. She looked at Yi Wansan in disbelief, and then at the person coming down the stairs.


    She is a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old woman with a slim figure, quite beautiful, long hair, a loose silver-gray half-length shirt with a white sling, the lower half of the sling is exposed at the waist line, and the chest is hung with a pendant of feathers mixed with leather and silver rings. The lower half is tight-fitting black denim, brown cowhide half-boots. The whole person leans on the bottom armrest, unsmiling.


    The girl stared at Yi Wansan, her voice shaking: ¡°Husband?¡±


    The woman smiled and said: ¡°What¡¯s the matter, didn¡¯t you kneel on the washboard enough last time? But there has been progress. Last time I spent money on a prostitute, this time¡­ at least it was free.¡±


    The girl¡¯s face turned red and white for a while. Speaking of it, she is really not a veteran of romance. At most, she has a simple mind. She longs for an affair to be equal to true love. She didn¡¯t expect to fall into the dung pit at the beginning. That¡¯s called an invincible self-contentment. She slapped Yi Wansan on his mouth, and when she ran downstairs, she could be heard crying.


    The woman didn¡¯t care about her either. She walked up the stairs step by step. Yi Wansan¡¯s nervous face turned pale. He subconsciously retreated to the steps and smiled at her: ¡°Little boss, I have something to say¡­ well if you call it that, I don¡¯t dare¡­ Don¡¯t dare.¡±


    The owner of the bar is a woman in her forties, named Huo Zihong7. She adopted a girl, who is the Mu Dai8 in front of him, but the age difference between the two is not too big, and it is not good for the mother and daughter to be so close, so Mu Dai has always called Huo Zihong, Aunt Hong.


    Both Yi Wansan and Uncle Zhang are helpers in the bar. The difference lies in the length of time. On weekdays, they call Huo Zihong the boss. As for Mu Dai, sometimes they call her by name, sometimes they call her the little boss.


    Yi Wansan is really scared of Mu Dai.


    The first time he saw her was on the third day of working in the bar. Mu Dai came back from a trip outside. When Huo Zihong introduced her, Yi Wansan¡¯s heart was full of joy, and he immediately had the dream of conquering the beautiful woman and taking over the bar¡¯s wealth and people.


    So he quickly took practical action, and leaned in front of Mu Dai when he was sure, asking questions and sweet words. Mu Dai was also polite, and smiled at him from time to time. Yi Wansan felt that he had a trick, and on an afternoon when the warm wind made the tourists drunk, further actions were launched.


    He has some painting skills, a few brushes, and he looked the type. Considering that most girls like literary and artistic guys who can draw and sing, Yi Wansan decided to use his own expertise as a breakthrough.


    When Mu Dai saw it, she was really interested, and Yi Wansan sat down next to her, telling her about the near and far distance in perspective when painting. As he talked, he sat closer and closer, seeing that Mu Dai was not disgusted, so he went one step further and stretched out his hand to cover her hand.


    This trick comes from the experience of his predecessors and has been tried and tested repeatedly. If she resents it, he will hold still. If she accepts it, he will take advantage of the situation to hold hands.¡­¡­


    How do you know that things in the world are often unexpected, and the next moment, he wailed like a pig.


    Mu Dai grasped his middle finger and bent it in the opposite direction. Creatures like humans are sometimes indeed fragile. A 140-to-50-pound body is actually controlled by a knuckle. It hurts. It was only at this time that he realized that this little boss is not easy. Mu Dai didn¡¯t let go. Instead, her strength became stronger and stronger. Her face was the kind of smile that made Yi Wansan¡¯s scalp numb when he saw it from then on.


    At that time, Yi Wansan didn¡¯t think much about it, he just told her to let go. The pain came and went in a hurry. The little lady scolded him as stinky and everything, and he stretched out his other hand to hit her, but she grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Tears came out in pain, and he raised his legs to kick her again. She kicked his left and right knees neatly, and fell down with a thump.9


    Later, when Huo Zihong heard the movement, Mu Dai let go. Poor Yi Wansan trembled when he walked the next day, and his hands shook and he couldn¡¯t hold a bowl.


    Not only did Uncle Zhang not sympathize with him, he also gloated: ¡°You deserve it! Our little boss is not an ordinary person.¡±


    Why is she unusual? Yi Wansan secretly rubbed his heart starting with the first name, her surname is Mu, could it be related to the Mu Family in the history of Lijiang? You know, of all the ancient cities in China, only the ancient city of Lijiang has no city walls. That¡¯s because the wooden characters have walls as ¡°trap¡±10, so you have to avoid the Mu house.


    He told Uncle Zhang about this idea, and Uncle Zhang spit on his face: ¡°Drop it, you, the little boss didn¡¯t have this name at first. When she was four or five years old, she hugged a gentleman who looked at feng shui to tell fortunes. The gentleman said that the little boss lacked wood in the five elements, and the boss didn¡¯t bother to think of a name, so she simply gave her the surname Mu.¡±


    Then how can she do martial arts?


    Uncle Zhang didn¡¯t answer. He stretched out one hand, bent three fingers, left his thumb and index finger alone, and made an ¡°eight¡± gesture.11


    Yi Wansan racked their brains to think about any martial arts masters related to the Eight in history: ¡°Is she the descendant of the eight Great Arhats?¡±


    ¡°Bullshit! Our little boss has been practicing martial arts for eight years.¡±


    In modern society, it¡¯s not that you want to win the Olympic martial arts championship. A woman who can eat with her face doesn¡¯t learn piano, oil painting, cooking, and flower arrangement. She has studied martial arts silently for eight years. Why? Is it to deal with shameless people like him?


    Yi Wansan shakily argued with her12: ¡°Little boss, don¡¯t get me wrong, we are really in love with each other. When we meet in the vast sea of people, it¡¯s hard to be in love with each other, so I indulged for a while. Young men and women, opposites attract each other, and I didn¡¯t do anything bad¡­¡±


    Mu Dai smiled, her eyes followed his chest down, stopped three inches under his navel, and went down a little bit, then his face sank and his hands flew towards his crotch.


    This poisonous woman! Actually wanting to kick such an important part of him! Yi Wansan groaned, he covered his crotch with both hands, and when he was retreating he tripped over the high steps, and fell on the stairs with his legs crossed.


    Mu Dai didn¡¯t kick, she just raised her leg like that, as if doing stretches, and pretended to be surprised and asked him, ¡°What are you panicking about, why did you fall?¡±


    Footsteps came from the top of the stairs, and there was a soft cough, and Yi Wansan¡¯s eyes filled with tears: The savior has arrived.


    1 ¡°¾ÛÉ¢ËæÒâ¾Æ°É¡± (J¨´ s¨¤n su¨ª y¨¬ ji¨³ b¨¡ ) ¨C Either a bar name, or just some random bar.


    2 ¡°Ò»ÍòÈý¡± (Y¨© W¨¤n S¨¡n) ¨C I¡¯m mostly sure this is probably a name? I¡¯m not completely sure though. Might also be Yiwan San¡­?


    3 ¡°ÎÒ²Á!¡± (W¨¯ c¨¡ !) ¨C Literally ¡°I wipe¡± or similar, it is apparently slang for fuck. The more you know!


    4 Original phrase was: ¡°¿É²»£¬´©ÉÏÁË¿ã×ӾͲ»ÈÏÈË.¡± (K¨§b¨´, chu¨¡n sh¨¤ngle k¨´zi ji¨´ b¨´ r¨¨n r¨¦n.) Apparently Kebu was part of ¡°kebushi¡± which can mean exactly / just the way it is? The rest¡­ I¡¯m not sure.


    5 ÕÅÊåľ (Zh¨¡ng Sh¨± M¨´)


    6 Original is ¡°¶ºÒýµÄÃÃ×ÓЦµØ¿©¿©¿©¸úĸ¼¦Òª±§ÎÑËƵġ± ¨C It seems to be a pun or slang¡­? Best as I can tell, it¡¯s basically calling her clueless, I think.


    7 »ô×Óºì (Hu¨° zi h¨®ng)


    8 ľ´ú (M¨´ d¨¤i)


    9 Original is: ¡°ÄÇʱºò¡¯Ò»ÍòÈý¡¯Ò²Ã»¶àÏ룬ֻÊǽÐËý·ÅÊÖ£¬Ò»À´¶þÈ¥¾ÍÍ´¼±ÁË£¬Ð¡ÄïƤ³ôÈý°ËʲôµÄ¶¼Âî³öÀ´ÁË£¬ÁíÒ»Ö»ÊÖÉì³öÈ¥Ïë³éËý£¬±»ËýץסÊÖÍóÅ¡Á˸öÍ䣬ʹµØÑÛÀᶼ³öÀ´£¬ÓÖ̧ÍÈÈ¥õßËý£¬±»Ëý¸É´àÀûÂäµØÁ½½Å·Ö±ðÌßÖÐ×óÓÒÏ¥¸ÇÏÂÍ·£¬ÆËͨ¾Í¹òÏÂÁË¡£¡± I think I got it right, but I¡¯m really, really unsure.


    10 ľ (m¨´) is the character in Mu Dai¡¯s name, with À§ (k¨´n) having mu surrounded by ¡®walls¡¯ in the character.


    11 °Ë (B¨¡) is the character for eight, so his thumb and index would be pointing down.


    12 We¡¯re back in the present, if that wasn¡¯t clear!

 Volume 1 - CH 2

    It was Huo Zihong who came, with permanent fatigue on her face, and two deep wrinkles along the lower part of her nose. Although she was old, from her appearance, she was not bad when she was young.


    She was in poor health and fell ill every three or five days. In the past two days, she had a cold and couldn¡¯t stop coughing. She poked her head out from the top of the stairs. Even if she was a little unhappy, her voice was gentle and soft: ¡°Mu Dai, come to my room. Come here. Also, don¡¯t keep bullying¡­ Yi Wansan.¡±


    She actually wanted to call him by his name, but she couldn¡¯t remember it for a while: ¡°It¡¯s all you, giving him such a nickname, I can¡¯t remember his name anymore.¡±


    Mu Dai bypassed Yi Wansan and walked upstairs. The wooden stairs creaked. Yi Wansan heard her voice from a distance: ¡°That¡¯s right, he owes you thirteen thousand yuan. He sold himself for a year to work to pay off the debt. Don¡¯t say I didn¡¯t bully him. Even if I really bullied a slave, it¡¯s not illegal.¡±


    Yi Wansan got up from the stairs bitterly, cursing in his heart: You are a slave, and your whole family is a slave.


    Back at the bar, the guests were almost gone. Uncle Zhang staggered to the table and swept the floor. Yi Wansan registered the most recent drinks in and out of stock on the computer, looked around to see if there was no one else, and quickly clicked on the Tianya webpage1.


    He put up a post a few weeks ago called ¡°August 18, my best boss¡±. In this post, his boss is codenamed Forest. He is 1.5 meters tall and weighs about 150 kg and was always harsh towards his employees conduct. Zhou Bapi2 would be ashamed in comparison.


    Although it is not a hot post, the clicks and replies are quite impressive.Yi Wansan updated it, and ¡°truthfully¡± recorded what happened today, to the effect that when he was washing the cup in the bar, he accidentally smashed one. The owner Forest came up and gave him a kick. He was indignant and yelled: ¡°Don¡¯t people who work part-time have any dignity?¡±


    But Forest sneered, becoming more fierce: ¡°You eat my food and live in my house, you are my family¡¯s slave!¡±


    Someone soon replied.


    ¡ª¡ªThe landlord¡¯s3 boss is sick, right?


    ¡ª¡ªThe landlord yelled well, so he should slap him in the face again.


    ¡ª¡ªThe landlord, get out of here. Judging from the previous description, the landlord is very capable and can find a job wherever he goes


    .¡­¡­


    Reading the replies and suggestions from so many enthusiastic people, Yi Wansan¡¯s mood gradually recovered. He hummed a little song to organize the bar, paused and went to refresh the reply. When he saw one of them, his heart suddenly thumped.


    ¡ª¡ªThe landlord has a lot of imagination, so it¡¯s a pity not to write a novel. Did you wake up? The cup hasn¡¯t been washed yet.


    The ID name is ¡°It¡¯s natural to repay debts¡±. Clicking to take a look, the registration time is not long before he posted.


    Yi Wansan felt a chill on his back, and he raised his head to look at the ceiling for a long time. The second floor of the bar was occupied by people, and on the top was Huo Zihong¡¯s room. Mu Dai should be in the room now.


    It¡¯s not¡­ her who replied, is it?


    In the room, Huo Zihong was coughing badly, and Mu Dai poured her half a cup of cough syrup: ¡°If you are not in good health, don¡¯t walk around. If you don¡¯t have a good rest, you won¡¯t have the energy to protect the villain.4¡±


    Huo Zihong took a sip, stroked her chest and smoothed her breathing: ¡°Mu Dai, don¡¯t always target Yi Wansan.¡±


    Mu Dai dragged a chair over, sat on it backwards, and corrected Huo Zihong: ¡°I didn¡¯t target him. He was originally a liar. You should have asked the Zhejiang boss to send him to the police station.¡±


    At the beginning?


    At the beginning, it started with the Zhejiang boss.


    About two years ago, the Zhejiang boss and a few friends drove the Sichuan-Tibet Line by themselves and stopped to rest in Zheduo Mountain near Kangding. He was over 50 years old and his weight was developing laterally. He couldn¡¯t breathe after walking a few steps at high altitudes. While sitting on the ground and resting, he accidentally glanced at the road and saw Yi Wansan¡¯s ¡°stunning¡± figure.


    It is said that at that time, Yi Wansan was wearing a cycling helmet, a tight-fitting outfit, and riding a bicycle. Behind the bike was a bag weighing dozens of kilograms. His expression was solemn and his eyes were resolute.


    The boss was very surprised. Where he was panting after two steps, Yi Wansan pedaled up the slope with a heavy load. What kind of spirit is this?


    He hurriedly greeted Yi Wansan: ¡°Young man, come down and take a break.¡±


    After another chat, the boss was deeply shaken!


    Yi Wansan said that his dream is to travel around the world by bicycle. At present, he has already ridden in more than 20 provinces in China. He also shook out a flag to show the boss. The signatures on it are densely packed. Many of them were signed by international friends who came to China to travel. They were all in foreign languages. Yi Wansan proudly pointed to a ghost-like signature and told him that it was signed by the Belgian ambassador to China.


    Then he explained his next plans, riding into Tibet, climbing Mount Everest, and then leaving Tibet, riding to Nepal, Pakistan, India, and if possible, to the European continent.


    While talking, he took out a hard steamed bun, broke it in half, sandwiched two pickles in it, chewed it, and cherished it. He wrapped the rest of the steamed bun in a plastic bag and put it back in the bag.


    The boss persuaded him to eat more, and only after asking did he know that the remaining steamed bun would have to be eaten in two meals.


    The boss of Zhejiang spent his youth in an era of spiritual and cultural barrenness. When he had the money to realize some wayward ideals, he already had enough spare capacity, and it was easy to blindly see his shadow in his younger generations, so he immediately started the idea of funding Yi Wansan. He didn¡¯t have a lot of cash on his body, and he raised some money from friends in the same car, totaling 13,000 yuan.


    Yi Wansan was very moved, asked him to sign the flag, and told him: ¡°I will take pictures all over the world with the flag with your signature!¡±


    If it weren¡¯t for the lack of ATMs on Zhenduo Mountain, the boss would probably impulsively give him another 10,000 or 20,000.


    The matter should have ended like this. Who knew that more than a year later, at the Juxuan Suiyuan Bar, the two met again like it was fate.


    At that time, Yi Wansan changed his attire, wearing a floral kerchief, a white shirt, and ripped jeans. It wasn¡¯t the same image taken in the past. The boss didn¡¯t recognize him at first, but Yi Wansan leaked it himself.


    He talked to a few friends and dogs who met for the first time on the road: ¡°Now, many big bosses like to drive Sichuan, Tibet and go mountaineering by themselves, which seems to be very demanding. I concluded that these people, in seven words, are rich, are stupid, and are old. These people are not short of money, and they remember their youth. At this time, you have to find the selling point, and sell your ideals and feelings to resonate with them. Let me tell you, I have been squatting on the Sichuan-Tibet Line for a while, and I saw this kind of self-driving car with a mainland license plate. Those people are polite. They gave me a lot of food and drink, something Red Bull5? Later, I made a small profit of 800 yuan from selling drinks. There are also stupid ones, the one with the deepest impression, I rely on it, gave me a full 13,000 yuan!¡±


    The Zhejiang boss sat at the back table and started to listen to gossip. The more he listened, the more wronged he felt. When he heard the last sentence, he directly threw the table with a yell of anger and rushed over. There were more than fifty people, and they showed the agility of young people in a daze.


    ¡­¡­


    Mu Dai stared at Huo Zihong: ¡°Aunt Hong, kindness varies from person to person. Yi Wansan should have been sent to jail. You actually spent money for him.¡±


    Huo Zihong smiled: ¡°It¡¯s not for nothing. It¡¯s 13,000 yuan. He has to work in a bar for a year. It¡¯s quite cost-effective to take that loss.¡±


    Mu Dai put his chin on the top of the chair backrest: ¡°Don¡¯t talk with overflowing compassion, while still showing the wolf into the house6.¡±


    ¡°Don¡¯t be biased. These days, Yi Wansan is doing a good job.¡±


    Mu Dai sneered: ¡°I dare to guarantee he¡¯ll do something, either to the account or to the goods.¡±


    ¡°People can change, you can¡¯t hold their past against them forever. Mu Dai, that¡¯s what¡¯s wrong with your character, it¡¯s too twisted.¡±


    Mu Dai stopped talking, and after a while, her emotions suddenly stopped: ¡°Whatever you like. I¡¯m actually adopted, so I shouldn¡¯t be so aggressive when talking to you. I¡¯ll change it next time.¡±


    Huo Zihong was taken aback for a moment, and sighed for a long time. She handed a note to Mu Dai: ¡°Mu Dai, help me go to this place. If it is convenient, I will leave tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°En7.¡±


    After a short silence, Mu Dai said, ¡°Then I will go back to my room first, I have to pack my bags.¡±


    This is the temper of Mu Dai. Usually, Mu Dai would ask why Huo Zihong went, what she was doing with this person, and if she had any instructions, but when Mu Dai was depressed, she would only reply with one word: ¡°En.¡±


    Huo Zihong walked to the door and watched Mu Dai¡¯s figure disappear at the bottom of the stairs. Uncle Zhang came up with a broom and dustpan for routine cleaning. When he swept to Huo Zihong¡¯s door, Huo Zihong said: ¡°Sometimes, I am very worried about Mu Dai. This child, she is not close to anyone.¡±


    Uncle Zhang whispered, and didn¡¯t look up: ¡°Normally, when Mu Dai was adopted, he was three or four years old. In that kind of place, she had suffered. What I was most impressed with was that she was allergic to peaches. As soon as she arrived at your side, you handed her a peach, and she quickly picked it up and bit it.¡±


    Huo Zihong answered softly: ¡°But, in the first half of the year, every time she ate, she didn¡¯t dare to take meat. When I said which dish was delicious, she didn¡¯t eat that one. The little bear child put so much thought into it.¡±


    At the end, he suddenly felt a little sad: ¡°If it hadn¡¯t been for the incident eight years ago, Mu Dai might be much better now.¡±


    Uncle Zhang straightened up, made a fist with his right hand, and beat his waist and heart: ¡°Actually, our little boss is very well now. Really, you go and see what is reported in the news. The little boss is recovering very well.¡±


    The familiar sound of footsteps came on the stairs. Yi Wansan¡¯s scalp trembled, and the webpage was closed with lightning speed.


    Mu Dai came over with a calm face. Originally, she wanted to ignore him directly. After thinking about it, she stopped by the bar and said, ¡°I¡¯m going to Chongqing tomorrow.¡±


    ¡°Really?¡±


    While Yi Wansan was overjoyed, he realized that his joy was too obvious. His voice immediately sank, and his expression changed to disappointment: ¡°No, I won¡¯t see you for several days.¡±


    In fact, what he wanted to say was: Go, go, don¡¯t come back.


    Mu Dai smiled, and Yi Wansan was uncomfortable with the smile. He understood the little boss meant for him to be well-behaved.


    Yi Wansan glanced at the two bottles of wine on the wine rack very guiltily.


    When he returned to his room, Yi Wansan passed by the door of Mu Dai¡¯s bedroom. Through the half-open door, he saw a suitcase spread out on the ground, half of which was colorful, a cat-headed toiletry bag, an elephant-headed bottoming T-shirt8, short boots with tassels, bracelets with bells and shells, and the other half, all the clothes were decorated in black.


    Yi Wansan said in his heart: This poisonous woman is a genius.


    1 ÌìÑÄÍøÒ³ ¨C Ti¨¡ny¨¢ w¨£ngy¨¨ ¨C referring to the Tianya Club, or ¡°End of the world¡± club. It¡¯s a blog / forum platform.


    2 ÖÜ°ÇƤ ¨C Zh¨­u?b¨¡?p¨ª ¨C Referring to Zhou the flayer (or exploiter?) in The Rooster Crows At Midnight. Evil, greedy landowner bleeding the people on his land dry.


    3 Landlord meaning OP / original poster. In forums, OP is the landlord, with everyone else being a ¡®floor¡¯. So first reply would be first floor, then second, so on.


    4 I really don¡¯t know. Original is ¡°¡­ ²»ºÃºÃÐÝÏ¢£¬µ¹Óо«Éñȥά»¤Ð¡ÈË¡£¡± I think she¡¯s prodding Hou Zihong about how HZH tells her not to bother with YWS¡­? Help


    5 ¡°¡­ ¸øÎÒ´ó°Ñ³ÔµÄºÈµÄ£¬Ê²Ã´Âö¶¯ºìÅ£¡± ¨C I don¡¯t know. I did my best, but ¡°Âö¶¯¡±, which is like ¨C pulsing, throbbing, etc according to my dictionary is really throwing me off. Even looking at the characters separately didn¡¯t help. I really don¡¯t know.


    6 Something like, don¡¯t speak kindly of him when he¡¯s a troublemaker.


    7 Similar to a hum or grunt of acknowledgment / acceptance. Mm-hmm, hmm, etc.


    8 ¡°¡­ èèͷµÄÏ´Êþ°ü£¬´óÏóÍ·µÄ´òµ×TÐô, ¡­¡± ¨C I have no clue what is meant by this. If someone knows, please tell me; I¡¯m so lost and NONE of my dictionaries are helping ;m;