If you want to talk about who the children of Shili Street are most afraid of, it is Mo Xiaohe...... Because Mo Xiaohe is busy at home all day long, he rarely has contact with the children of Shili Street.

And Mo Xiaohe's way of contact with children is very unique, often using either his fist to slam the wall all day long, or using his feet to kick trees all day long, and it is indispensable for the children he has come into contact with to have a blue nose and swollen face.

And if you want to talk about who is the child king on Shili Street, it is designated as Zhang Ze.

After all, Zhang Ze's father is a head catcher, and with the people of Shili Street, he is the boss in the fast catch, carrying the handle, and playing with a big knife in one hand.

Although Zhang Hu never paid attention to the petty fights of those barbarians on Shili Street, the premise was that the people on Shili Street did not come to make trouble for their son, and no one could make trouble.

Zhang Hu is a well-known calf protector, and if he doesn't want the official position he values the most, his life is nothing.

If you want to provoke his son, he doesn't care who you are, whether you are a man or a woman, whether you are old or young, he will go up and kick and scold him first, and then he will say it, but he can't chop it with a knife, and if he can't chop people, he will chop it casually.

Whether it is the door, the threshold, the table, the chair, the pot, the bowl, or even the chickens, ducks, geese, cows, and sheep, he can chop anything that can be chopped with a machete of forty or fifty catties in his hand...... After chopping, you have to stomp your feet before walking.

Just think about it, in those years, the old shrimp who ran through the east, west, north and south, ran through black and white, ran rampant in Shili Street and even in Shili Town, at least there were seven roads, and even the yamen dared to make trouble, was almost chopped by Zhang Hu, who is not afraid.

Anyone with the slightest guts will be afraid

So with such a coaxing dad who has no brains to protect his calves, it is difficult for Zhang to think about it...... When he is horizontal, the children will naturally obey him.

Now Zhang Ze is also fourteen years old, he has inherited his father's genes, and he is surprisingly strong, and they all say that his arms can't twist his thighs, and I think Zhang Ze's arms can twist Mo Xiaohe's thighs several times...... But strangely, Zhang was surprisingly afraid of Mo Xiaohe.

Zhang Ze inherited his father and mother in his body, but his personality was not...... is not as stable as his father Zhang Hu, nor as sincere as his mother Chen, they are all used to it, very skinny, crazy, and lawless.

Since Zhang Ze grew up to about five or six years old, Zhang Hu's family rarely came to relatives and friends, because Zhang Ze was really skinny.

No matter how old or young, when he sees a woman, he pulls his hair, and the man pulls it too;

When you see someone else having something he likes, you have to grab it, whether it's his or not, it's his anyway;

Whoever scares him will go up and punch and kick him, whether he can beat it or not, anyway, if others dare to fight back, his father will be there.

Zhang Hu and his wife have always protected him, not scolding, not beating, and even touching it to measure the temperature of their hands, which is uncomfortable for Zhang Ze.

So Zhang Ze was finally accustomed to this virtue, you can see him walking.

Zhang Ze walked, with his hands in his trouser pockets, his shoulders between his neck, his feet walking in miniature figure-of-eight steps, his body swaying left and right, his head always rising to the left, his eyes never looking up to the sky, and even his fat double chin facing the sun...... Only when you look at people do you look down.

This look is cool, handsome, and underwhelming...... Sometimes if he has a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes squinted, then walking on the road has a sense of provoking the loneliness of the people of the world.

People say that Zhang Hu and his wife have been very low-key all their lives, because of their high-profile and pride, they all grew up on their son Zhang Ze.

No, as soon as Zhang Ze saw his father's enemy Lao Shrimp coming that night, he carried his father's forty or fifty pounds of big knife, walked out of the back door as if he was going to kill someone, and jumped over the back wall of Mo Xiaohe's house.

Zhang Ze grew fat and carried a big knife on his body, and the weight of more than 200 catties smashed down the floor of Mo Xiaohe's backyard from a high altitude...... It's a bit like an earthquake.

But Mo Xiaohe's sister and brother didn't panic at all, their calmness was indeed a reason, but the main reason was that they were used to it.

"If you don't fight when you're alive, there's no point in being alive. Zhang Ze carried a big knife and walked to the door of Mo Xiaoyan's bedroom with his unique cool walking posture, talking casually, looking like if you were told to fight, you would have to go, "Xiaohezi, you can't go, accompany me to fight!"

Mo Xiaohe glanced at him and ignored him.

Mo Xiaoyan when he didn't exist.

With Zhang Ze's personality that the lord of the world is not convinced, if ordinary people dare to treat him like this, it is estimated that the big knife in his hand will learn from his father to chop everywhere, but when he encounters Mo Xiaohe's sister and brother, he doesn't dare.

Zhang is afraid of Mo Xiaohe.

I am most afraid of Mo Xiaoyan.

Zhang was afraid of Mo Xiaohe, but at most he didn't dare to provoke Mo Xiaohe, and for Mo Xiaoyan, he had to hold back his heartbeat when he peeked at it.

Mo Xiaohe's sister and brother didn't bird him, and Zhang Ze didn't dare to bite it.

Zhang Ze, who dared to provoke the people of the world, bowed his waist, put down the big knife in his hand, walked into Mo Xiaoyan's room lightly, and began to gently pull Mo Xiaohe's clothes.

And it seems that Zhang is like pulling a male statue in front of a female statue, and the male and female statues ignore him.

Pull it again, still ignore it.

Keep pulling, still no one cares.

Zhang Ze pulled the corner of Mo Xiaohe's clothes, his eyes staring at the phoenix stabbed in Mo Xiaoyan's hand.

He always felt that the phoenix was dead and alive, and even the phoenixes in the room were alive, and these phoenixes would fly up into the sky when Zhang Ze approached, and they would be shocked, spewing Nirvana fire from their mouths, swallowing him down.

So when he pulled to the bottom three times, the cynical Zhang was already sweating profusely with nervousness.

Zhang Ze used his strength to pull Mo Xiaohe's clothes for the fourth time, and Mo Xiaohe finally moved.

There is a bluestone slab in the backyard of Mo Xiaohe's house, and Uncle Ying sat on this bluestone slab back then, and drank back the three brothers of the old shrimp family who raised troops to attack.

Tonight, Mo Xiaohe and Zhang Ze guarded this bluestone slab.

Zhang stood on the ground with a big knife, and the ruffian lifted up the clothes of his jacket, revealing the belly of the white flowers covered with fat, and then learned the common urine sex of men on this ten-mile street, Erlang's legs were cocked, and he lit a cigarette and began to smoke.

"I get up a cigarette in the morning and brush my teeth with a cigarette. ”

"A cigarette before a meal, a cigarette after a meal. ”

"and smoke. ”

"It's just. It is easy to be constipated when pooping and smoking, and if you don't smoke spooping, you feel that life is boring. But the fourteen-year-old Zhang was smoking a cigarette and shouting angrily.

Mo Xiaohe was silent.

Mo Xiaohe doesn't smoke, not because he has a high consciousness and knows that he is young, so he doesn't smoke, nor because he has no money.

In the past few years, Mo Xiaohe has been bold, not long ago, he dug several three feet into the ground, dug out all the copper plates he hid under the bed, and transported them out one by one, and exchanged a lot of silver tickets at Qianzhuang, and he was very rich...... But he just deducted, not to mention the cost of smoking, even the salt in the stir-fry was also put one by one, for fear of wasting it.

Mo Xiaohe is used to learning from Uncle Ying, and his sitting posture is also like Uncle Ying, leaning on his body deeply, with one foot on his side, very bold, and his handsome face with clear water chestnuts and horns, it is always a little awkward

"Smoke and smoke, go chop the old shrimp?" Zhang Ze threw the cigarette butt in his hand and shouted slowly, as if there was no difference between chopping and smoking.

Mo Xiaohe, who is very similar to Uncle Ying's style, of course ignored him.

"Ten years ago he tried to stab you with a knife, and my dad took him to prison. Zhang turned his face and squinted, "Now that he is back, he will definitely take revenge." That can't knock him down?"

Mo Xiaohe just used his clear eyes to look at the breeze and bright moon in front of him.

"Waiting like this, it's the same as not being able to out, wanting to smoke but not being able to find it," Zhang grabbed the knife in his hand and was about to pull Mo Xiaohe away, "Very aggrieved." ”

"Fuck you, are you going?"

Being pulled by Zhang Ze's arm, Mo Xiaohe finally moved, but only his eyes moved.

Because Mo Xiaohe was often bullied on the way back and forth on Shili Street when he was a child, he couldn't beat others at that time, so he could only stare at people dryly, staring at people a lot, so now his eyes move like he is deterring others.

So Zhang didn't dare to move, and obediently sat back on the bluestone slab, scratching his head and scratching his ears, like a fat monkey.

"Wait, if something happens, I'll go up!" Mo Xiaohe glanced at Zhang Ze for a while, and his tone was exactly the same as his sister's, faint, and he couldn't taste the slightest taste.

It seems that waiting to cut someone or to be cut is no different from waiting to eat.