Chapter 11 calm as water.2

stories and rumors The intersection of Minzhu Road and Xingfu Street is the ruins of a house.It is a densely populated and heavily trafficked area in our city. I passed by there once, and it was strange that there was no traffic post at the intersection. They said that they can’t take care of it for the time being, as long as they pass safely. With everything, you can pass over the sky bridge, pass through the tunnel, or swing by the high-altitude cable.Later they told me that a traffic policeman came there, and the traffic order on Zhuzhu Road and Xingfu Street was much better.The traffic police stood on the ruins and stood on a concrete slab to direct the passing vehicles and pedestrians. Usually, the north-south lines were set at 50-second intervals, and the east-west lines were set at 50-second intervals. Pedestrians were in front of cars and behind them. It is the most scientific traffic command method.Drivers honk their horns to salute the traffic police as they drive past.Then they told me that traffic policemen wore blue uniforms with wide belts around their waists.I said traffic police uniforms are blue and white.They also said that the traffic policeman had a red pistol on his belt.I said where is the red gun?They said it was a plastic pistol.I said that's another matter, he didn't have a real gun and replaced it with a plastic gun, he was very smart.This time they laughed out loud.Knock on my head, haven't you figured it out yet?That's not a traffic cop, that's a mental patient.psychiatric patient!

The traffic policeman turned out to be a mental patient. it is true?I asked.real.they said.Is it a story?I asked again. story.They nodded again. At first I thought it was funny, but after thinking about it, I realized that there was no fuss. If you allow a mental patient to go crazy, you should also allow a mental patient to direct traffic, and he is very good at directing.Besides, he has a lifelike plastic pistol like me. Interpretation of the Fictional Evidence If you are sensitive to the details and evidence that appear in literature, you will find that I have mentioned plastic pistols twice.This is by no means a symbol or a metaphor.Anyone who knows me knows that I have a childish obsession: playing with plastic pistols.My desk drawer is full of plastic pistols, and the bed I sleep under my pillow is full of plastic pistols of all kinds.You mustn't connect my idiosyncrasies with something profound.A person posing as a psychologist came to me and told me that there is a desire to kill in your subconscious.I told him don't fart.He said I didn't say you killed someone, just analyzed your subconscious mind.I grabbed a plastic pistol and held it against his forehead. I said get out, or I will shoot you. He retreated and said, "Look at you, I'm right, you really want to kill someone."

About Thunderbird One day Thunderbird brought a girl here, and they held hands and were as innocent as characters in Qiong Yao's novels.The girl was wearing a black dress and black dress, with a string of shell necklaces around her long neck. After she came in, she kept frowning slightly, as if she had a stomachache.Thunderbird introduced me, "This is the sad girl, you must have heard of her." I said, "Have you ever heard of her, I'm Macbeth." The girl finally smiled, "Same, I've heard of her I haven't seen it." Thunderbird said, "For this historic meeting, you must prepare something to drink, right?" I went to the kitchen and found a bottle of white wine and poured it into a glass, then mixed it with vinegar and tap water.That's all I can do with them.

"It's a martini," I said, "my grandfather's comrade brought it back from America." "I don't drink," the girl said, "Give me a glass of grapefruit juice." "I don't have any grapefruit juice, only horse Tiny." I don't know what grapefruit juice is. "Drink a little, Hemingway just drinks a martini." Thunderbird took a big sip, and he frowned, "This wine tastes weird." "Good wine tastes weird." "True American taste, unique." Thunderbird added, "Get used to it, just like truth emerges from falsehood."

At this time, I couldn't help laughing, I couldn't help but ran to the toilet to laugh, laughing like crazy.It's not funny but I can't help it, sometimes laughing is just a need, Thunderbird came to push the door, he couldn't open it, he said, "Are you crazy, smirking in the toilet?" I gasped Said, "Erguotou." I wanted to tell him that it was just a bottle of inferior Erguotou, but there was no need to clarify the facts after thinking about it.I corrected it again, "Stomach hurts, don't worry about it." I pumped the toilet bowl twice or three times, and heard Thunderbird say through the door, "Crazy, stomachache is so funny, the world is completely collapsed!" Thunderbird crossed his legs Sitting on the straw mat, it is like a Zen master who has practiced for thousands of years giving a Zen machine to a girl.And the girl obviously adores Thunderbird.The girl said that she dreamed that a group of fireflies flew around the house. After waking up from the dream, she found that the door of the house was blown open by the wind. She said that she really saw fireflies in front of the door, but they were all dead. They died in a pile with wings. The light blinded her eyes.Are you saying this is an omen?The girl went back to Thunderbird, what do you think this is an omen?You're going to walk over the body of the firefly, and you need those lights.Thunderbird stretched out his smoky yellow hand and pressed the top of the girl's head, did you hear the voice of God?God puts you through it.I heard.The girl sat upright and closed her eyes slightly.I think she looks so silly and cute.After a while she woke up, and immediately pursed her lips and pushed Thunderbird's palm away, "You're bad, you're really bad." Then she turned to me and asked, "Do you think that's a sign? What kind of sign is that?"

"What is an omen? I don't understand." I said, "I haven't seen dead fireflies, but I've seen a lot of dead people." "Disgusting." The girl ignored me.I don't know who she said is disgusting, is it me or the dead people are disgusting?I think she is disgusting, discussing fireflies as the eighth five-year plan.Later Thunderbird reminded me to go downstairs to get letters and newspapers.This had already been hinted at, and he said that they must be left with a period of freedom.Ten minutes or so will do.But a bad thing happened to me that day when I got the letter.I found out that my letter-box had been caught in a fire, and someone had thrown tinder in it, and the letters and newspapers were charred. "Who burned my letter?" I yelled, knocking on the tin box.No one paid attention, and the Sun Building was empty.I found that the other mailboxes were in good condition, so I realized the strangeness of the matter.Who hates me so much for burning my mailbox?I couldn't find the answer for a while, so I took out a box of matches from my pocket. I wiped the matches and carefully threw them into each mailbox. If you want to burn them, let's burn them together, which is more reasonable.Then I headed upstairs and suddenly I suspected it was the Thunderbirds.You know he does all sorts of outrageous things to get girls' attention.I went back to my room and pushed the bedroom door, but it couldn't be opened.I heard a turning point inside, the girl was crying mixed with the sound of glass shattering, as if my wine glass was smashed by Thunderbird again.I was about to open the door but it opened. The girl covered her face with her hands and rushed out and ran out of the door. The shell necklace was torn off and the shells fell down one by one. "What's the matter?" I said. "Disgusting!" the girl yelled and rushed out the door crying.I went in and saw Thunderbird sitting on the air cushion Song with a pale face, clutching his trousers, looking distraught.In this way, I forgot about my own pain, and I put my hand on Thunderbird's shoulder and said, "What's the matter?" Thunderbird continued to smash my glass and roared suddenly. "It's broken, it's all broken!" "Don't smash it," I said, "you're going to smash your own watch." "She's not a virgin." Thunderbird hugged his head.

"Didn't the plum blossom open?" "I wasn't prepared, I thought she was born to belong to me." "I heard that there are fewer virgins than gold these days." "Get out, you don't understand my pain at all." Thunderbird pushed me away, I glanced at the red and blue air mattress, it was leaking air hissingly, the painful poet Thunderbird sat on his butt Sinking little by little.I couldn't help but wanted to laugh, and wanted to understand their right and wrong. "What's the girl's name?" "No name, just a sad girl." Thunderbird shook his head, "No, no, she's called a lustful girl." "How long have you known her?" "Three days." "Where did you meet?" "Jiangbin Park Poets' Corner." "That's enough, I'll go to Poets' Corner tomorrow to get one back, and I'd better find a fifteen-year-old female student." "Nonsense." Thunderbird looked at me desperately, and he said, "Human nonsense Eight ways make us deviate from the truth." The matter has not been explained here.A few days later I ran into the sad girl when I went swimming at the Workers' Club.The swimming pool is also the world where the sad girl roams freely. I noticed her new companion, a young man with dark glasses. He has well-developed muscles and olive skin. He looks a bit manly, at least much stronger than Thunderbird.They appear to be racing freestyle, chasing each other like two fish in love.The sad girl screamed when she saw me, and she swam towards me, clinging to the concrete railing, her feet still beating the water.She shook her body and said to me, Thunderbird is crazy because of me, I'm afraid he will do something stupid, you can persuade him.I said it's none of my business, I don't care if other people are crazy or not, I'm lucky if I'm not crazy.She said you are so indifferent.I said that if you want me to persuade him, you can, but you have to tell me one thing.What's up?You tell me who was your first man.She screamed, disgusting, you men are so disgusting.Then she wrinkled her cute little garlic nose and swam away.Swimming to the center of the pool she turned around and yelled at me, "Fuck you fucking poet, I never want to see him again!" In the pool I came to the conclusion that sad girls aren't sad at all, like canned pork is actually Like canned lard, this is an aboveboard scam.But I think Thunderbird has a reason to be fascinated by that girl, she really fascinates you, (I saw her climb up the five-meter platform and jump a flying swallow to spread her wings.) Besides, a man should go crazy for a woman once, at least once Well, I have no objection to this, but I'm going to go crazy again in a few years, because in 1987 I lost my mind and saw everyone getting angry.

Who am I going to divorce The phones in our office are often crossed. When you pick up the phone, you often hear the other party asking, are you a maternity hospital, are you a moving company, or even a crematorium?There is a man who knows he made a mistake and babbles at you, trying to discuss social issues like the weather and prices.I never get tired of this kind of phone calls. When I am in a good mood, I chat with strangers in a fake way. I think this is a concrete manifestation of urban civilization.We should not reject civilization.Once I got a call from a woman.The woman first asked in a hoarse voice, who are you?I say I am me.She said you must be Xiao Li, but I said of course I am Xiao Li.The woman immediately became angry, Baldy Li, we will go to the court for divorce immediately.I said I was too anxious to go right away, right?She said, Immediately, I couldn't stand it for a day.I grabbed the microphone and didn't know how to continue the conversation for a while, and then I heard the woman sighed softly on the wire and said, it's okay to go tomorrow, let's find a place to discuss conditions first.I said where to talk?She decisively said, let's go to Jiangbin Cafe, see you at ten o'clock.

I hung up the phone and looked at the clock on the wall, it was half past nine.I think since I played the role of Baldy Li, I should see who wants to divorce Baldy Li.I asked for leave from the leader, and he said what are you going to do again.I said go for a divorce.He stared at me puzzled.I got on my bicycle and ran towards the river. I felt that my hair was falling out one by one, and I was becoming that woman's bald man.This feeling is new and interesting.Jiangbin Cafe is very deserted, and the cafe always becomes lively at night.I sat down by the window and ordered two cups of coffee.The coffee smells like cough syrup and you can taste it. I saw a woman in a purple trench coat come in. Her hair was disheveled and she looked haggard. She only glanced at me and hurried past to sit behind me.This is really passing by in a dramatic sense, I can't stop her, she is doomed to wait in vain.I guess it's not my fault but the phone's fault, who let the operator mess up the connections?The window faced the river, which was muddy and yellow, flowing downstream.Many barges, tankers and small yachts gathered at the docks ready to go.In your line of sight, you can always see some lonely gull flying around aimlessly.The place where you are sitting is called Jiangbin, but on the opposite side of the river is a row of continuous brown mountain peaks.I have never been there, and I think it would be a different kind of life if I sat on the mountain and looked at the river.One cup of cough syrup is enough for one person, and I pass the other to the woman sitting next door.She was burying her head in fingering the bracelets on her wrists. There were four bracelets in total, one pair of gold and one pair of silver.She hit the silver bracelet with a gold bracelet, making a crisp sound, then she raised her head and squinted her eyes to look at me, she seemed to have just woken up, her eyeballs were a little swollen, but her lips were as red as a fire that was about to burn.I am amazed by her lips. "I won't drink, I'll wait for someone." She pushed the glass away and rested her chin with both hands. "Who are you waiting for?" "Never mind, who are you?" "Husband." "What did you say?" "It's nothing, I said I'm someone else's husband." "You're so fucking boring." "I think you're better than me It's more boring. I can see it in your eyes." "Don't bother, boy, I won't sleep with you no matter how much you pester me." "It's not about this problem, it's mainly about loneliness."

"What is loneliness? I see only two problems in the world." "Two problems?" "One is money and the other is sex." "So are both problems solved for you?" "No." She giggled, then gave me a sudden glare, "Okay, leave me alone, I'm exhausted." "So you're getting a divorce?" "How do you know?" she exclaimed. "I am the great oriental god, and nothing can escape my gossip card formation, do you want to see my gossip card formation?" "On the bed?" She squinted at me. "Anywhere is fine, as long as you are sincere."

"You're kind of interesting, next time I'd like to date you." Her red lips pouted in a kissing gesture, "But now you'd better go, I'm here to discuss conditions with Baldy Li, divorce conditions ." "I wish you success." I felt a little guilty when I walked out of Jiangbin Cafe.Cheating is always a bad thing, especially a sexy woman with fiery red lips.But I said that the problem is not here, the problem is loneliness.As long as there is a way to kick the pile of lonely dung beetles away from my feet, I will not hesitate to let me kill and set fire. 1987 Do you know what year 1987 is? International Year of Housing.wrong.Think again.Year of the Disabled.Or it's a tourist year. No no no.1987 was the year of reselling China.Thunderbird's first words on waking up in the morning sealed 1987.With the sun on Thunderbird's ass, he pulled out a blue plastic card from under his pillow and said, I got it.What?wing.He made a flying motion and I got my passport.Can I go to America?There is only one wing left, and now we are waiting for the visa. Just resell China like this?Yes, like flipping a car.You take out the engine, the battery, even the wiper ignition, leave them with that steering wheel, and you smash the window and jump out.Everyone does it, and it's not for nothing.When it comes to cars, we might as well tell two car stories.The man who told these stories was undoubtedly the poet Thunderbird, who named them Auto Hero One Two and so on. one Thunderbird said that there is an American boy Joe and a car named Eagle, they are a pair of good friends.When Joe was ten years old, he went to the beach with his parents in an eagle for vacation. Joe didn't want to go to the beach but wanted to climb mountains, but his father tied him to the car seat and forced him to the beach.Joe wanted to kill his father and mother and go climbing with the eagle.He sat alone in the hotel and thought of various methods, but all methods failed. He was too young to kill anyone.So Joe looked at his good friend Eagle. Joe always communicated mysteriously with the eagle by staring at the eagle.Joe was sitting on the window sill of the hotel, the eagle was on the beach, and Joe’s parents were lying on the beach ten meters away to bask in the sun. Joe felt that the eagle gradually understood his language, because the eagle was automatically speaking under his gaze. When the ignition was activated, the Eagle let out a roar and rushed forward.With his eyes, Joe led the eagle to the beach ten meters away. Joe saw the eagle rush towards his parents. His parents flew up like two golden pheasants and fell heavily in a pool of blood.Joe jumped down from the window sill and clapped his hands and shouted, Well done, Eagle!Knock them into the sea!You are talking nonsense.The person listening to the story frowned and covered Thunderbird's mouth.What kind of story is this called?Horrible, so unreal. This is the story, and the scary is the story.Thunderbird said.and after?The person who heard the story asked again. Later, Joe followed the eagle to climb the mountain.The mountain is Wanren Snow Mountain, which is very high and steep, and the winding road disappears at 1,000 meters.Joe wanted to go down the mountain, but the eagle galloped forward by virtue of inertia.Joe couldn't hold the eagle. He wanted to jump out of the car but couldn't open the door. Joe said, "Hawk, stop and let me get out of the car."But Joe can make the eagle automatically ignite, but he can't stop the eagle from running. In this way, the eagle carried Joe all the way to the cliff on the top of the mountain and fell into the canyon.I was training for downhill skiing, and I saw them fall off the cliff, slowly falling, like a leaf from the canopy of a tree falling slowly, and it was beautiful.Both Joe and Hawk are dead?died.Stories generally end with death.Thunderbird said finally. of two Another easy one, Thunderbird said.The place where the story takes place is in our city.There was a man named Zhang. Zhang wanted to make a fortune, so he learned to do the car business. Zhang didn't know that there were nearly 50 million Chinese people who were also involved in the car business.Zhang's friend Wang owns a Nissan, and wants to sell it to Zhang for 180,000 yuan. Zhang just said the car?Take me to see the car.Wang said that there is no need to look at the car, as long as you find a buyer, you can increase the price to 190,000.Wang told Zhang that the car's registration number was 54778184.Zhang then looked for buyers everywhere, but he found that the market was full of sellers.Another friend, Li, came to Zhang and said that he wanted to sell a Nissan for 200,000 yuan, and asked Zhang if he wanted it.Zhang said that I also had a Nissan for 190,000, and asked Li if he wanted it.Li said he wanted it, and Li asked Zhang for his registration number, and Zhang said it was 54778184.Li yelled, "It's a ghost, why is it a car?"We are selling the same car!Zhang and Li went to their sellers Wang and Zhao at the same time.Wang and Zhao didn't know either. Wang and Zhao went to find Sun and Qian again, and finally found that the problem was with Wu, the first seller.At that time, Wu had already squatted in a cell, and Wu was a fraudster.When Wu was interrogated, Wu confessed that he did not own a Nissan car, and that he was just playing a joke on those who wanted to get rich.He said that the car number was made up by him now, and when he pronounced it in the dialect of his hometown, it meant that he would not get rich without this car.As a result, the interrogators believed that his intentions were good, but that the method of persuading the world was inappropriate, and Wu was released early.After Wu was released from prison, he was known throughout the city as the king of Nissan.He still sells you cars all the time, but with the same license plate number, 54778184. 54778184.The person listening to the story repeats it with a smile. correct.Don't get rich without this car, says Thunderbird. calm as water About the character Thunderbird, I have only written about half of it so far.From a sociological point of view Thunderbird is an unemployed.Simply put, Thunderbird used to be a purse customer of a leather bag company in Shenzhen, but he somehow lost his only purse. Someone told me that Thunderbird had a mess with an unidentified woman on the manager's desk. One night, I couldn't wake up when I should wake up in the morning, and it turned out that I was caught naked.If this is true, it may be the reason why Thunderbird lost his job, but it may not be all. I think the crux of the problem is that he doesn't want to live a normal life. He likes to lie down, walk and sleep while standing. What can you do?Thunderbird told me he had no money left.I said you never had money.He said no, I brought 10,000 yuan and a Panasonic video recorder when I came back from Shenzhen.I asked him where is the money and the video recorder?He said the video recorder was confiscated by the police station. "What about the money?" He scratched his scalp and let out a hissing breath, "I don't remember how it was spent, anyway, it will be gone in two months." I can only smile and say that you are a fucking poor nobleman.He thought for a while and said, "I still have 2,000 dollars. I won't spend them indiscriminately. Anyway, I will go to the United States sooner or later. I need to prepare a plane ticket from Beijing to San Francisco, and I also need to prepare for the first month in the United States Living expenses. Do you think two thousand dollars is enough?" I said I don't know.Then Thunderbird said to me casually, "If one day I have an accident and you come to collect my body, the fee for collecting the body is two thousand dollars, and you will find it in the secret pocket of my coat." That day Thunderbird sat where I am now and wrote the bill.This bill was still sandwiched under the glass in the summer of 1988, and the corners of the paper had turned slightly yellow.On the front of the bill is the IOU that he lent me money, and on the back is a list of his memories of the 10,000 yuan spent, written in a mess.On the front of the bill it reads: Thunderbird is poor today, so he borrowed 2,000 yuan from Li Duo, which will be repaid in 4,000 U.S. dollars in 1988. Poet Thunderbird×Month×Day The handwriting on the back of the bill is very scribbled, I can only make out a rough idea, reproduced as follows: 1.For the car business, Lao Zhu paid 800 yuan for benefits and 1,000 yuan for travel expenses. 2.Self-published poetry anthology "The End of the Century" and paid 4,000 yuan to the publishing house. 3.One thousand yuan for Nini's nutrition and five hundred yuan for Xiaoya's nutrition. 4.It cost a total of 1,000 yuan to go to Qingdao to escape the summer heat. 5.When will Continental Bar receive 10,000 dividends for 800 yuan a share? 6.Where did the money go? Where did the money go?God knows, the bills are written in plain language.The only thing that needs to be explained is the third payout.Thunderbird told me that he impregnated two girls at almost the same time, and it goes without saying that those two nutrition payments were actually abortion payments.I think Xiaoya has a kinder heart, and she only asked for five hundred yuan. I remember it rained that night, and Thunderbird sat on the air mattress and looked sideways at the windowpane.The rain on the windowpane slowly slid down like earthworms, and I saw a haggard and pale face floating on it. It was a ptarmigan, sitting and listening to the rain.Suddenly said something nonsensical, "You don't know what a good boy I was before." I watched him stand up slowly, as if recovering from a serious illness, and when he walked to the door, he turned his head and said , "Can you lend me two things?" I said, "What?" "A raincoat." He looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm going to the station." I gave him the raincoat, "and more What?" He grabbed the raincoat and rubbed it but didn't speak. After a while, he turned his back to me, "Li Duo, I'll wait for five seconds, and we don't look at each other. If you don't want to borrow it, don't say anything. , I'll go right away." I said, what the hell do you want?I heard him groan, and then uttered a few words vaguely, "Money, two thousand yuan." At this moment, his shoulders trembled inexplicably.I said it about the fifth second.I can't make up my mind. "Where are you going?" "Shanghai, go to the US consulate to apply for a visa." "Go now?" "Go now, you can't wait any longer." I wanted to ask him something, but in the end I didn't say anything.I gave him all the money my grandpa gave me.Thunderbird packed them in his black briefcase, and he handed me the IOU, "I know you won't turn down a down-and-out poet, and I just wrote the IOU." I took the IOU, and all I saw was Thunderbird's last masterpiece.I didn't know it at the time, but now that I think about it, the small lined paper with money written on the back is really Thunderbird's last masterpiece.Looking out from the window of the Sun Building, the Thunderbird was wearing a raincoat and walking in the rain. The hazy street lights produced phantom lights in the night rain. I saw the Thunderbird walking towards the train station. The Thunderbird was blue all over and had a strange appearance. Like a sleepwalker.Then the figure faded away, and I saw him transform into a firefly and fly towards the lights of the station. stories and rumors The boy lives in a new apartment on the right side of the main road west of the city. The boy was fourteen years old and a bright middle school student.His studies are so good that people say his studies would have been better if he hadn't kept four tanks of goldfish.But everyone knows that you can't stop the boy's obsession with goldfish, which is beyond redemption.They said the boy's four tanks of goldfish were indeed beautiful, one of which was a precious "pompom".Now you can't find such a good "pompom" for how much money you spend.The problem was with the goldfish in the tank.What the storyteller considers the most beautiful is often the most dangerous, the source of all evil.He said that as long as there is that bowl of goldfish, the tragedy on the main road in the west of the city will happen sooner or later. Even if there is no incident in 1987, it will happen by 2000. The boy's sister was the victim.The boy's older sister is just at the age of love, and she has beautiful long dark brown hair.When she goes out on a date with her boyfriend, she always combs her long hair to make her heart beat.That evening she heard her boyfriend's motorcycle stop downstairs and honk three times. She panicked and ran to the window to look downstairs. At this time, the plastic comb inserted in the girl's hair fell into the fish tank. The girl didn't notice it. Even if I noticed it, I didn't have time to pick up the comb. When the girl came home late at night, she saw her younger brother sitting on the threshold, holding something in his hands. The girl felt that the younger brother's face was scary, but she didn't feel any fear. The younger brother was only fourteen years old.She touched her brother's forehead, but her gentle hand was arched away by his elbow. "What's the matter?" "My fish died." "What's the matter?" "You put the comb in the tank." "A comb?" My sister was a little uneasy after thinking about it, and then she corrected, "I didn't put it in, it fell in accidentally." "No, you put the comb in the vat." "You're so interesting." The older sister patted her younger brother's head, "Well, even if I put it in, how about I pay you a tank of goldfish tomorrow?" "That's a pompom. There are only eleven of them in the world." "That's a lie. Don't believe it." "You killed my fish anyway. Why did you kill my fish?" "The fish is dead, what do you want me to do?" The boy spread his clenched palms, stared at the two dead fish on his hands, and said word by word, "I want you to save them alive, if you can't save them, you will eat them in your stomach." The boy's sister heard At the stench of dead fish, she retched and ran to her room, ignoring her brother.She wanted to sleep, girls her age always wanted to sleep. The girl was awakened in the middle of the night. In her sleep, she smelled a stench sticking to her for a long time. When she opened her eyes, she saw her brother kneeling on her bed, stuffing the two dead fish into her mouth.The elder sister screamed and slapped her younger brother. Then she suddenly found that his younger brother had grown up. He was so strong that he was trying to force the dead fish into her mouth with both hands.The older sister was struggling and shouting to her parents, but her mouth was oppressed by the dead fish and she couldn't make a sound.The boy said that if you call again, I will kill you.My sister burst into tears, she wanted to say brother, you really have no heart, I like you so much, but she didn't say anything, she felt her abdomen was pierced by a sharp sharp object, her sister didn't believe it was true, she raised her body and looked Look, there is indeed a fruit knife stuck in her abdomen.Then she finally opened her mouth and she swallowed the two dead fish.Is my sister dead?have no idea.What about the boy?I saw his parents crying and sending him to the police car.When he got into the police car, he was still holding a gauze bag in his hand, as if he was going to catch fish and insects in a pond in the suburbs. my street adventures are interesting By 1987, countless billiard stalls appeared in the streets and alleys of our city.They are usually placed in the corner of the square or on the sidewalk or under an old surviving tree.Teenagers and married men all played billiards. They wore tank tops, shorts and slippers, and each held a rolling pin in their hands. They knocked the billiards back and forth while belching. game.My description of street billiards is obviously malicious, because I have seen Americans play billiards on TV. They play in high-end clubs. Loud and rough like us.It hurts me when I make this comparison, I would rather go to any pool stand to play, I would rather walk around the streets pretending to be homeless.I hope to have an adventure or some other adventure, but I cannot say what it is or what it is.So one day I walked to the gate of ICBC, and heard a loud noise from the depths of the building, and then many people escaped with their purses in their hands, shouting explosion, explosion.I grabbed a man's hand and asked what caused the explosion, and he said that the bank exploded, run away. There was a kind of joyful panic on his face, which made me very puzzled.I went to grab another old man's bag and asked why it exploded. He glanced at my hand, pushed my hand away vigilantly, and then said it exploded, the money exploded.I laughed and said what should I do if the banknote exploded? I deposited 50,000 yuan in it.The third person said to the fourth person, let's not move until the building collapses, let's rush in and grab it for 100,000 yuan before leaving.The fourth person said that I will not leave because I expect the bank to explode these days.I saw them all standing on the sidewalk waiting, nervous and excited.We listened together, but nothing happened.A female bank employee ran to the steps and shouted, "Customers, don't leave. Just now, the electronic analyzer broke down, not an explosion. You all come back. Those who should deposit money should deposit money, and those who should withdraw money should withdraw money."