Chapter 31 Chapter 30 Qualifications for Listening

Whether it's Ju Yi, Xing Fushuang, or Li Shouwu, whenever there are characters with names in Mrs. Peng's stories, those names are all from other historical data, news data, or different fields. The academic monographs and my own life journey are either peeled off, or compared and identified.Frankly speaking: none of them are fabricated out of thin air; because they are all as described by Mrs. Peng, they are so real that I am almost helpless when I was originally able to write novels. I can only dig, discover, and complete them. That complex and huge jigsaw puzzle image. On that winter day in the seventy-first year of the Republic of China, Sun Xiaoliu and I had a pleasant bath and heard the story of Man'er.When Mrs. Peng talked about it, she didn't seem to be talking about her past at all.She pays attention to voice tone, intonation, beginning and end of narrative and interlude skills, and more carefully avoids making an event that only happened within half a day and between the three scenes of rain too monotonous and dry, and adds a lot of vividness without losing the truth. The adjective——what impressed me the most was the dagger that was twisted into a "twisted fruit" by Ouyang Kun's bare head.

But Sun Xiaoliu was very different.He didn't really listen to the story, though he was the kind who would exclaim: "Wow! Mrs. Peng's story is awesome!" or "I've never heard of anyone who can tell stories better than Mrs. Peng." Farts have no effect on Mrs. Peng, but Sun Xiaoliu said something like this every once in a while, and it seemed that something was wrong with him. In fact, he was completely out of order.I think he didn't get into the story at all - so he often sighed in an uproar when Mrs. Peng hadn't said anything exciting; or, when Mrs. Peng was talking about an important moment, the atmosphere was very stagnant When he was nervous, he would actually look up at the wall clock on the wall, or glance at the movement outside the door——I could see it naturally: he was afraid that Master Peng would suddenly come home—with Xiaosun Sun As far as Liu is afraid of him, it is not impossible to urinate in fright.But listening to such a good-sounding story like this is really Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit - ruining the magic product.However, what Sun Xiaoliu was more afraid of, the more likely to happen, finally happened—for me, it was exactly what I longed for and wished for: after all, Master Peng came home.

With a lean and shriveled silhouette and a bent skeleton, our "Hero who lives and returns to life" Master Peng has always looked like this.Every time I see him on the road, I always have a thought: This old boy must have looked like this since he was born.But this day I had another idea—it can be said to be a little scary—that he was not just the look I was used to.The reason is simple: a few hours ago, there was a fat and big guy standing under the Tiandun tree in Youth Park. I called that guy "Yue Zipeng"; and "Yue Zipeng"—according to Hong Lian's statement - it is Master Peng who I can recognize even when I close my eyes.Another chilling evidence is in the hands of Master Peng: his birdcage, which has been carried in and out for decades, is exquisitely carved with boxwood and Meng Zong bamboo sticks, with (supposedly using a wolf hair brush) on it. Seven layers of maroon mud paint were applied. The hook on the top of the cage is in the shape of a dragon playing with a pearl. Rolled into the mouth of the dragon, and the door of the cage below opened accordingly. It’s just that no one has seen how the door of the cage opens and closes; because it is always covered by a blue cage that can be described as “completely fitting”. In the cloth cover!—for a few years; "For many years, I haven't even seen what kind of bird is hidden in that cage, and I'm not even sure if there is any bird. What the young man in the village said is:" Master Peng walks the bird cage", not "Master Peng walks the bird". We also said: The real bird should be hidden in Master Peng's crotch, and it must be a dead bird that is listless-this can be done by Master Peng and Mrs. Peng. No children to prove it.

Master Peng entered the second door, and there was a bird cage on the tea table. When he saw Sun Xiaoliu, his energy suddenly perked up, his eyes suddenly doubled in size, he cleared his throat, and immediately cursed: "Good morning!" You little bastard! Haven’t been home for half a year, right? Your sister wanders the streets and alleys all day long, afraid that if you don’t come back, you will die at the hands of those rogue eunuchs. Father's hand—if you come back tonight, good! Master will take half of your life first, and if you run away in the future, I still have this half to tell Xiao Wu!"

While he was talking incessantly, Sun Xiaoliu was already frightened and softened, his knees bent forward suddenly, and he knelt down on the ground with a "boom", all the bones and joints of his body were like a mechanism. There was a loud rattling sound. Master Peng looked at this scene, unexpectedly his fists were not loose, and his palms were not soft: he strode forward to cover his head, covered his face, bowed left and right, and went straight to beat Sun Xiaoliu.Frankly speaking: when I count to the fifth or sixth slap, I feel dizzy, almost fainting - think about it: as long as any of them greet my head and face at once, I will cry It's impossible to shout.However, Sun Xiaoliu was very strange. He just closed his eyes tightly and endured this vicious beating without moving his style of writing.The cheeks and shoulders that were twitching and trembling with fear before had gradually eased and calmed down—with Master Peng’s fists, elbows, palms, knees, shin, and feet scrambling together, not only was he no longer nervous and frightened, On the contrary, it is more and more like falling into a very comfortable deep sleep, dreaming some kind of sweet dream; occasionally—if I read correctly—the corners of her mouth will be slightly raised, as if she is smiling.

Master Peng also seemed to be getting more and more absorbed in the fight, as if he no longer shot out of frustration and anger, but was obliged to engage in a job that required a lot of mental energy, and he had to concentrate so hard to achieve it.At this time, I took a peek at Mrs. Peng—she was even more unexpected: she fell asleep at some point and was still snoring. After beating for an unknown amount of time, Master Peng and Sun Xiaoliu's faces were flushed red and their backs were dripping with sweat. The beating went so far that even the sound of the flesh, muscles and bones was different—gradually, I could hear that the sound was no longer the same. It is crisp and piercing, but it is more and more like hitting a big, fat leather drum with drumsticks and clappers wrapped in thick cotton cloth one after another.During this time, Master Peng kept cursing: "You wild child, I will beat for your father, I will beat for your mother, I will beat for your brother, I will beat for your sister, I will beat for your grandpa After talking about this set, change another set, starting from Sun Xiaoliu's eldest brother, first, second brother, second, third brother, third... so count down all the way, and then finish playing one more time.After that, there are the senior brothers, the second senior brothers, the third senior brothers, etc.; no matter whether it is Sun Xiaoliu's close relatives, or the new and old friends of Master Peng, in short, Master Peng will teach them a lesson. After that—strange to say, Sun Xiaoliu was still able to hold on. Not only did his skin not bruise, he didn't even lose a trace of bruises or black swellings.After such a hundred and eighty slaps, a person's face is flushed, like Jane Fonda who has just finished two aerobic dances; hot steam is rising from the top of her head, like a fresh steamed bun.

I have never seen such a battle, and I felt a little bit uneasy, I couldn't hold back, and burst out: "You can do it, Master Peng!" Master Peng was stunned for a moment, but when he turned around, I caught a glimpse of a very strange small change—his neck.At the base of his neck, a Jomon faintly glowing with blue light appeared.At first glance, I thought I had lost sight of it for a while, but when Master Peng turned around, the circle of Jomon suddenly appeared under the Adam's apple; in other words: a large circle around the neck—you can call it a birthmark or a tattoo No, anyway, it was the mark on the neck of the fat man standing under a tree in Youth Park that afternoon.It was time for me to be in a daze, and I couldn't help but burst out three words: "Yue-zi-peng-?"

Frankly speaking: I have no idea how these three words came out and hit me on the head and blurted out.But for any guy who doesn't even believe that "someone is actually another person" at all, if he was in the situation I was in at the time, and saw a circle around the neck of a person he had known for 20 or 30 years. I am afraid that the tattooed Jomon that I have never seen will shout those three words just like me. Master Peng didn't seem to be surprised. He crossed his hands on his waist and said in a deep voice, "It was you who shouted in the park this afternoon?"

I ignored him, but noticed that his shoulders were expanding at a speed that couldn't be seen without looking carefully—and not only the shoulders, but also the arms, sides, chest, abdomen, and waist. Like a balloon, it bulges slowly. "A few days ago, it was you who made trouble and hurt people in Juguang New City?" At this moment, Sun Xiaoliu had quietly stood up, winked at me behind Master Peng and made gestures, as if to say: I don't want to mess with Master Peng anymore, and he is about to slip away now. Unexpectedly, Master Peng didn't even turn his head back, and without blinking his eyes, he grabbed Sun Xiaoliu's collar with a backhand lift, took advantage of the trend, and threw him over his shoulder in front of me, right next to me.Before I could think of how to react, Master Peng waved his other hand back—this really frightened me—five feet in the air, a palm shadow actually pulled the door ninety It closes with a solid "bang" sound.Mrs. Peng, who was curled up in the wicker chair, shivered and continued to fall asleep, but the atmosphere in the room was quite different—as if she was about to kill someone.

At this moment, Master Peng stared at his blood-red eyes, pushed his palms outward, and the two windows facing the courtyard and the alleyway, one north and one west, slid out of nowhere, and they were closed tightly; You have to understand: Sun Xiaoliu and I have been sealed in this three-square-meter living room; what we are facing is a Master Peng who is completely different in shape, posture, even appearance, and temperament.He stretched out a fist the size of a bowl, popped out his index finger, and almost poked the tip of my nose, and said: "Then—the one who came here to rummaging through boxes and boxes all these years—is probably you too?"

"That's not right." I should be afraid in my heart, but maybe because of Sun Xiaoliu's supernatural powers, I slightly wanted to offend this old boy; so I also imitated him and put my hands on my waist and responded. He replied: "Master Peng is sneaky on your own, and it's okay to be a double-faced man; how can you rely on me for calling you "catch the thief"? My mother called you "Master Peng" just for my mother's sake. Your trick of soaking mothballs in a rain bottle of sorghum wine really makes me call you a master? Don’t make a mistake—” In fact, I haven't finished my sentence yet - I had another sentence later, "Fuck you, live longer and go back to the hero, what a cunt!" An indescribable sense of comfort.But before I had time to say it, my whole mouth was covered by a big slap from Sun Xiaoliu. Sun Xiaoliu slapped me so hard that I fell backwards—but I felt as if I was sucked by the slap. He stopped; while stammering, he spoke to Master Peng and said, "Master, Master, Master, Brother Zhang, brother Zhang, no, no, that's what it means, and that's not what it means." "You let him talk." Master Peng folded his arms around his chest, his head and face drooping slightly: "It doesn't matter, let him talk." Sun Xiaoliu retracted his hand timidly, and I simply put my belly as an advanced knowledge The swear words that the elements dared not utter came out in strings, and then he took a breath, remembering what Honglian said, so he said fiercely: "Don't think I don't know, you are the **** gangsters, are you? Violent gangs, terrorists in the underground society, have been like this for generations and will never turn over." "What else?" Master Peng curled his lips, frowned slightly, and said, "Just say it." "My big brother smashed his head on the lampstand - it was you who did it! Why the hell did I come to your house to rummage through the boxes! I'm so stupid!" Frankly speaking, even I could hear the bluff in my venomous voice at this time , which is the so-called "trembling majestically" component. Master Peng actually laughed when he heard this, and immediately said: "You don't know anything! Alas!" The last sigh sounded a bit contemptuous and relaxed, but no matter how light it is What, it always makes me feel like someone has spat on their face, or at least turned a blind eye.Of course I was not to be outdone, and resisted, "At least I know you are Yue Zipeng!" "Everyone in the world knows that I am Yue Zipeng, but no one would chirp like that." The lumpy bumps on Master Peng's body disappeared one by one—his shoulders were cut off, his arms were short and broad. It was also shrunk, and the bulging and swollen part of the chest and abdomen was also dented in a large area, but none of this surprised me as much as what he said; he whispered in my ear: "Just like you Big brother used to be called Zhang Shifang, but later he was called Zhang Hanqing; your father was originally called Zhang Qijing, but now he is called Zhang Kui; I can be called Yue Zipeng, or Peng Ziyue; What about names? What’s the use of knowing all the names? Don’t tell me you only memorized a few names after studying in school for so many years and getting such a high degree?” Then, his neck bowed forward, even the muscles on his cheeks and jaw disappeared, and his whole body collapsed back to the appearance of the old man I had seen countless times in normal days—of course, the skill of opening and closing doors and windows in the air He also packed it into an unknown corner—he turned around slowly, and seemed to be struggling to open the door and open the window facing the yard, as if he suddenly remembered that Mrs. Peng was still sleeping beside him and couldn't bear to expose her to the wind. Immediately, he closed the window slit a little bit, and then said as he usually scolded us: "Get out! Take a bath in the back and enter and exit through the back door. You are not allowed to come to the front room." When passing by his side, I deliberately squeezed his shoulders, and he staggered back half a step, as if he had no intention of guarding against nor being able to resist, and taught me to resist in vain; I simply stopped. , I also imitated the way he pointed at me with his index finger and said: "One day I will find out your details." Master Peng laughed, completely ignoring my majestic attitude, and said to Sun Xiaoliu, "Your Yangwei Meridian meets Zu Shaoyang is still a bit congested, you need to work harder. Do you understand?" Sun Xiaoliu nodded, and tugged at my sleeve, but I hadn't had enough of it yet, and the boss refused to take back one index finger, so he poked forward again, saying: "When I find my big brother, I will return it." If you have his friends, you're going to be fucking out of luck." Master Peng still didn't answer me, with a smile still on his face, and continued to say to Sun Xiaoliu: "Go home and tell Xiaowu: Your brother Zhang has read too much and his brain is burnt out, and he won't have any great achievements in the future. Tell her to be careful, don't waste all your time." At this point, she turned her eyeballs to look at me, and there was a flash of light in the depths of her pupils, and said: "No matter what you read about bachelor's degree, master's degree, doctor's degree, black pine sars, In my opinion, they are no different from those ruffians in your village. Don’t talk about anyone’s details—you don’t even know your own details!” After speaking, he turned the copper handle of the door and walked in. When the door was closed, Not a sound came out. I was wasting my time in vain, I didn't figure out the entanglement between the two names of Master Peng and Yue Zipeng, obviously I also couldn't scare this old guy, instead I taught this guy that everyone looked down upon very absurdly. The more you live, the more you go back. The hero was humiliated.When Sun Xiaoliu and I walked out of the alley side by side and turned to the entrance of the vegetable market in Shuanghe Street, Sun Xiaoliu suddenly said, "I won't say that to my sister, Brother Zhang." "Which way do you say it?" For a moment I didn't realize it, my head was full of knots that I couldn't figure out; now it was the questioning of those Zhu Bajie, now it was Honglian's warning, now it was Master Peng's reprimand, and now it was Master Peng's reprimand. Then came the mysterious faces of my big brother and Wandefu again—is there really something here: can I discover and explore the intertwined context?If something really exists, but it's not apparent on the surface, should I continue to track it down?Does the result of the investigation have anything to do with my own life?Could it be--does I really have something "even I don't know the truth"? "I mean, I mean, I won't tell my sister anything that Brother Zhang's brain is burnt out." Sun Xiaoliu lowered his head and muttered, as if begging for mercy. To be honest: I wasn’t annoyed if he didn’t ask for forgiveness like that. The more he did this, the more annoyed I became; I stopped walking immediately, and poked my index finger on Master Peng’s forehead, which was not on Master Peng’s forehead: “I won’t do anything you say. Bird! But I beg you fucking: Can you stop being such a coward? Why would you beat him up as soon as you meet and talk nonsense? Aren’t you very smart? Why teach him to bully like this? " Sun Xiaoliu didn't answer me right away, but just bit his upper teeth against his lower lip, bit once, bit twice, stopped for a while and started all over again.I haven’t seen this action (or expression) for more than ten years. In the past, in the lotus pond of the botanical garden or any other place, as long as I was scared or forced to cry, Sun Xiaoliu would bite like this. Bite twice, repeat several times, as if it took a long time to think about whether to cry or not. Just as I was thinking of this, a seventeen-year-old youth shed tears again in front of me, one line to the left, one line to the right, and one line After catching up with a line, he finally said with a sob: "Master didn't hit me—Grandpa Mask and Grandpa Reagan both told me: when Master hits me, you are not allowed to run away, block me, let alone fight back. He hit me once." I gotta get punched, kicked got kicked—” "What kind of nonsense is this?" I snorted at those nonsense grandpas, and continued, "Why don't they come and try for themselves when they hit such a heavy hand?" "They said that I can stand it, because my grandfather gave me a "Celestial Silkworm Bath", and my mouth won't hurt; it doesn't matter how you beat me." As he spoke, his tears flowed more urgently and more, all the while He wiped his sleeves non-stop, and even wiped his nose, so he wiped it again, and his whole face was blurred into a crystal light, and then he continued intermittently: "Grandpa, grandpas, say, say, whoever wants to bully you, bully you!" Go back, go back; as long as your master beats you, don't say anything, he doesn't care, no matter what, it's for your own good." "Don't you hurt?" I looked at his face carefully; I don't know if I wanted to see if he was bragging, or if there was some evidence on that face that it wouldn't hurt.At this moment, a wild wolf locomotive braked abruptly under the traffic light pole, and the tires made a very harsh screeching sound. Sun Xiaoliu shook his head, took a few breaths and said, "As long as I don't want to feel pain, it won't hurt. But even if it doesn't hurt, it's still very uncomfortable to be beaten—especially if I don't know it hurts, I feel it." I'm cheap, cheap, cheap, like something." I thought about what he said, and felt that there was some truth in it, but the realm of "as long as you don't want to hurt, you won't hurt" is too wonderful and attractive; the envy of this realm interferes with my further thinking. Feeling cheap because of the loss of pain" proposition.On the other hand, the sudden situation also made me unable to think about it——At this time, twenty or thirty vehicles from Zhonghua Road, Xizang Road, Wanda Road and Wanda Road suddenly gathered under the four traffic lights at the intersection of Shuanghe Street and Qingnian Road. The locomotives were speeding from four directions on Keran Street, each of which had two figures straddling each other, and the hands in the back seat were tightly holding two stick-shaped objects wrapped in newspaper—don’t even think about it— - What is hidden in the newspaper is not entertainment news or literary supplements, but wooden swords, watermelon knives and two-foot-four little samurai.The previous Wolf Rider deliberately pressed the accelerator, and the rest of the cars also pressed the accelerator. It's so fucking loud!I haven't realized that their four groups of people are from east to west, from north to south, or from southeast and northwest, or even how they are divided; in short, it should be that there are two groups of people preparing to fight, Sun Xiao Liu quickly raised his sleeves, wiped away the tears all over his face, stood in the middle of the street, looked around, and said, "I'm not in a good mood today, I don't intend to play with you, let's go away! " A man in slippers jumped down from the back seat of the wild wolf car, looked at me closely, then turned to the bald man in the back seat of a Honda 125 beside him and said, "Is this one too?" "Nonsense, you don't know what the hell I'm blind!" The bald man still had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, and his eyes seemed to be too smoked to open, but he didn't have an embarrassing and domineering aura that looked down on Wanjiao. At this moment, Sun Xiaoliu came over with big strides, and shouted loudly as he walked, "I told you I won't play today, let's go. Do I speak French?" The man in slippers stepped back a few steps.The bald head seemed much calmer; while he was still looking at me, he seemed to be replying to Sun Xiaoliu's words: "We don't have time to play today—it's a coincidence; what we want to make is in your hands." I patted the front seat on the shoulder, and the cyclist lifted his hand, lifted the handlebar, and pushed the front wheel towards my face. I jumped two steps and stepped back, but my knees were bent and stuck on the wheel cover of another motorcycle. .At this moment, the bald man spat out half of his cigarette butt, and raised his chin at me: "Your name is Zhang Dachun, right?" "How is it?" I replied in a hoarse voice, my legs were already shaking. "How is it? My mother's name is Zhang Daqian! How is your mother?" When he said that, he swung his left arm down and dropped the newspaper cover, revealing a two-foot-four; when he pulled out his right hand again, a blue light appeared Sheath, the man also jumped out of the car, and at the same time pointed at Sun Xiaoliu with the tip of the knife: "Sorry! It's the task of this church. If you are in a bad mood, don't bother with this kind of business." At this very moment, a black shadow came from the other side of Tibet Road—more precisely, a black shadow came from between two locomotives blocking the middle of Qingnian Road, and went straight to me until it stopped. After I got down and sat down, I saw it clearly: it was a Rottweiler named Shuita.The reason why it is called the water tower is because its owner Xu Laoer can't read English, but he gave it an English name called Sweaheart.At the moment when Shuita sat between me and the bald head drooling, two motorcycles "clanged" and fell to both sides, and Xu Laosan in a black trench coat appeared.He was also wearing slippers, and from time to time, blue and white striped cotton pajama pants were exposed from the hem of the open windbreaker.Apparently, he was out for a walk with the dog. "What are you arguing about? Children! What time is it? Are there no adults at home?" Xu Laosan walked all the way, looked around all the way, and paused when he first saw Sun Xiaoliu, and said: "I'm sorry for you Are you back home?" When he saw me again, he frowned: "Why do good students come out and have a dog exercise with them?" Finally, his eyes stopped on the bald face, and he looked at it for ten seconds before finally Shen Shen asked, "Where is it?" "Bamboo Union Filial Piety Hall," the bald man shook the two feet in four directions, then hung down, and continued, "I have something to deal with. You——" Just as the word "you" came out, Xu Laosan's slap fell on the bald head's head. The windbreaker opened wide, and the blue and white pajamas inside matched the pajama pants underneath—but his right arm My bladder convulsed with something I was holding at my elbow; it was the only thing I had ever seen in my life: a double-barreled shotgun.The muzzle of the gun was on the bald man's mouth.Xu Laosan still said calmly: "What about you and me?" Then the barrel of the gun moved in a small circle and tapped the skull three times very, very lightly: "Remember! Xu. Three .Brother. I told you to go home. Filial piety? Still fucking crying!" The bald head put the knife back into its sheath helplessly, looked at me bitterly, turned his face and wanted to say something to Xu Laosan, unexpectedly Xu Laosan raised his right arm and fired a shot at the traffic light. It was as loud as I used to hear, but the sound waves shook, and it really shook my chest and heart. Almost at the same time as the gunshot, the water tower barked like life. It took me a long time afterwards to realize that this was definitely caused by training; As soon as the gun was raised, the water tower barked, and the barking sound drowned out the gunshots. No one who was present knew what terrible deeds Xu Lao Er had done. "Do you have anything else to say?" The last two words Xu Laosan said to the bald man when he blasted the covers of the red, green, and yellow lights all over the sky were: "Go and tell your boss: He doesn't even listen. I have no right to speak!" After the bastards from the Bamboo Union Xiaotang ignited and roared away, Xu Laosan inserted the gun back into a long leather case sewn on the silk on the inside of the windbreaker, and moved one by one. He fastened the buttons very slowly, lowered his head and said to us as if explaining something: "I can't help it, I've been out of it for too long, and now all kinds of dicks are running out. Are you all right? How could you mess with others? of?" I looked at Sun Xiaoliu, and Sun Xiaoliu looked at me—the fact is obviously inexplicable: Sun Xiaoliu knew them and "played with them"; but they came to me by name, and I Never seen them.In the end, Sun Xiaoliu and I said in unison: "I don't know." I added: "They said I was what they wanted to do." "If it's really Xiaotang, then you've made a big mistake." Mr. Xu gritted his lips and whistled, pointing in the direction of Tibet Road; the water tower swaggered back.Xu Lao San continued: "If they can't stop you today, they will come tomorrow; if they can't stop you in the village, they will wait on the road. Either you don't go out, or you can stay away." To be honest: at this moment, I can't think of questions like "can I stay home" or "where to go".The first thing I thought of was Honglian, maybe Honglian is a woman who is the boss or second child of some fucking bamboo union and wood union, and I accidentally got involved; people are upset, so they shouted such a vote Cut my hamstring.That's all I can think of. "You didn't go into politics, did you? For example, those cunts outside the party, or something like that—" Mr. Xu raised his eyes and glanced at me—his eye sockets were triangular, and the upper eyelids that were just about to rise didn't know Why was it shaved down, so the expression always reveals some worry that cannot be stretched.Some people say that the eyes of people who have seen ghosts will gradually grow into this shape.I'm not sure of that--because I never looked him in the eye; but when he looked at me like that, I saw something in those triangular eyes that was more unsettling than the devil--I can't say for a while, anyway It was a feeling of bewilderment and anxiety; it made me suddenly feel a little warm.He then asked: "Also, I don't think you will do this either?" As he spoke, he made a gesture of smoking a pipe with his big and small thumbs next to his mouth.I know that when this gesture appears in the TV series, it means that someone is taking drugs.I shook my head. "It's really strange to find such a book beast like you with such a large number of people; no, it's really strange." Xu Laosan said, then turned to look at Sun Xiaoliu: "It has nothing to do with you?" "I had a fight with a few of them in the past two months, but it didn't seem to be anything—they came to find Brother Zhang today;" Sun Xiaoliu scratched his scalp, and said, "And they said it was the mission of the church. .” "I'm fucking! I'm tired." Xu Laosan took out a crumpled cigarette case from the pocket of his windbreaker, took out one and put it in his mouth, lit it with the old-fashioned silver grinding wheel lighter, took two puffs, and then exhaled A white smoke that could be described as "straight into the bullfight" said slowly: "Shu Xiezi had better run for his life."