In a dilapidated country inn, by the narrow, damp windowsill, a petite red-haired girl clasped her hands on her knees, staring blankly at the pouring rain outside the window, as if her mind had been pulled back to that nightmarish night ten days ago.

The same rainy day, the same night, the same ... Heartbreaking!

Although he pretended not to care, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow was so easy to forget.

"Little auntie, are you homesick? Qin Duxue had woken up, because of the lack of medicine, her high fever still did not go away, her red face was like a ripe apple, a pair of beautiful big eyes were spinning, and she whispered: "Xiaoxue is also homesick, I miss the two Qin's fathers, as well as my mother and Aunt Wang... ”

"It's all right, they'll be back soon. Feng Xiaoxiao smiled and rubbed Qin Duxue's head, and looked out the window again, suddenly two sneaky figures appeared in the field of vision, Feng Xiaoxiao immediately cheered up, and whispered to the fat man standing at the door to probe his brain: "Someone is coming, don't make a noise!" Fat man, Rose, you two stay here, Yiwen and Zhang Da were stunned (Feng Xiaoxiao gave Zhang Zhiyun a nickname), you two calm down the children, I'll take a look!"

"Little aunt, you have to be careful, Xiaoxue is still waiting for you to tell me a story. Behind her, Qin Duxue said with concern.

"Don't worry, everything has me!" Feng Xiaoxiao made an OK gesture, her petite body flashed, and disappeared into the night in an instant.

"Maozi, are you sure it's here?" In the pouring rain, by a large bucket full of swill and rainwater, squatted an obese man with a severely deformed figure like a horizontal winter melon, the man had half a soaked cigarette in his mouth, and his originally shiny back had long been out of shape under the heavy rain, like a few rotten vegetable leaves casually on his head.

"Don't worry, Brother Jiri, aren't you at ease with my hair?" The name "Maozi is a thin young man with a thin body like a hemp rod, with the most popular bald hairstyle in the 21st century, two big dark circles like pandas, chewing betel nut vigorously in his mouth, and from time to time making an indecent sound like a sow arching food.

"Hurry up, spit out that thing in your mouth!" Brother Ji was very uncomfortable by his voice, and frowned and scolded: "We are out to do something, don't give Lao Tzu a chain at a critical moment." ”

"I'm imported from abroad, it's expensive... Mao Zi looked reluctant, and his face was full of reluctance.

"Do you want to vomit?" said Jiri, with a bad face, and stretched out his hand to his waist, where there was a rusty hammer, which was also Jiri's famous weapon. Maozi was suddenly startled, "grunted", his throat moved, and the betel nut was immediately swallowed by him. You must know that Brother Jiri's name was quite famous in Xiangshui Street at that time, and it is said that when he was alone with a hammer, he was stunned when he was beaten by more than a dozen big men! He also took advantage of the chaos to spit thick phlegm at one of them. Can you afford to provoke such a ruthless person?

Maozi's actions made Brother Jiri very satisfied, after all, his prestige was there, who would be bored and uncomfortable?

The two of them squatted beside the swill bucket for about twenty minutes, and the silence around them was eerily like a graveyard, except for the sound of "bang-la-la-la" rain. The two of them were wet and said that it was not uncomfortable, it must be fake, Brother Ji wiped the rain on his face, stared at the room on the second floor for a long time, and still did not see any movement, and suddenly couldn't hold his breath, pushed Maozi, and said impatiently: "You, go up and have a look first." ”

"Okay!" Mao Zi didn't want to squat in this ghost place for a long time, and the swill bucket didn't know how many days it hadn't been emptied, and it still emitted a sour smell that people couldn't open their eyes when diluted by the rain, but there was nothing around this hotel, so there were people hiding next to it.

Maozi got up suddenly, but his eyes were suddenly dark with severe anemia, and he squatted for too long and his feet were a little numb, oops, his body turned over on one side and planted himself into the swill bucket next to him, "whoa", suddenly like a big stone smashed into a pit, the swill splashed up half a person high, and sprinkled Brother Jiri's head and face.

"What a waste! Eat so much dry rice for nothing! Poof, phew... Brother Jiri was so angry that he almost exploded, spit out a mouthful of sour and smelly swill, wiped his face, stood up, and was about to reach out to pull the hair that was struggling violently in the swill bucket, but he didn't expect his feet to slip, and Brother Jiri, who was only less than one meter and a half, fell to the ground with a pop, and his hands were just clasped on the edge of the swill bucket, but where could this swill bucket withstand his tonnage of three hundred catties, and immediately turned over with a "bang", and the soup and water inside all fell on Brother Shiri with the hair that was almost swollen.

"Brother Jiri, Brother Jiri, are you alright? Hiccup... The saved Maozi is naturally not ungrateful, ignoring his own vegetable leaves and soaked swollen rice, and hurriedly pulled up Brother Jiri, who was still rolling his eyes, in order to repay Brother Jiri's life-saving grace, Maozi was even more desperate to open Brother Jiri's stinky mouth, pursed his small mouth and offered his first kiss.

But this brother is very inauthentic, he actually stretched out his tongue! It's okay to stick out his tongue, the key is that there is still half a vegetable leaf hanging on this tongue! Maozi was a little unhappy in his heart, but he still held back his nausea, sucked out the vegetable leaf and spit it aside, and continued to do artificial respiration in a hurry.

"Hiccup... Not... A foul smell pulled Brother Shiri back to reality, and when he saw the face in front of him that was distorted like half a trampled persimmon, Brother Jiri's face immediately turned purple, and he immediately screamed, turned over, rounded his arm and slapped Mao Zi to the ground.

"M's, you... Belch... Not... Vomit... "When Brother Jiri fainted, he was dreaming of kissing a big beautiful woman with a brushed line, but when he woke up, he found that it was Maozi's disgusting thing!

"Brother Jiri, you... What are you hitting me for? Hiccup... Mao Zi sat on the ground, covering his high swollen cheek with an aggrieved face, and from time to time he made a sour, smelly, long and loud burp.

"You... Forget it, it's important to get down to business. Although Brother Jiri was very annoyed in his heart, he also knew that Maozi didn't mean to, so he didn't say anything more, and the two took advantage of the heavy rain to clean up their bodies, but the sour smell of the swill seemed to penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and even the skin was rubbed red, and the two could still smell the disgusting smell.

Fortunately, the two of them are not too particular people, and they don't care very much about this. With Brother Jiri's order, Maozi took out the ancestral rolling pin on his waist like a devil entering the village, stepped into the small hotel with an arrow, looked around, and immediately frowned. There was nothing around except for a badly peeled couch and a rattan chair that had been deformed because it was too old! There was not even a front desk, so you can imagine how low the grade of this hotel was.

M's, it's such a garbage hotel, even if you beg me Lao Tzu to come. Mao Zi was thinking in his heart, when he saw Brother Jiri's huge and short body also squeezed in, but his eyes were instantly attracted by the rattan chair.

I don't know if it's because I'm fat or overworked after a long time on the task, Brother Jiri always feels that the chair has a strong attraction to his ass.

"Ga" Brother Jiri's huge body pressed against the rattan chair, and the rattan chair suddenly let out a painful wail and sank, but fortunately, the quality of the old antiques was still passable, and it did not fall apart because of this. At this time, Brother Jiri half-squinted, with a comfortable face, and said in his heart, if there was a pot of tea and a radio at this time, how wonderful it would be!

"Brother Jiri, when are we going to do it?" Seeing Brother Jiri shrinking on the chair, Mao Zi also sat on the sofa, shook Erlang's legs, and took out a bottle of wahaha ABCD calcium milk like a trick, and was about to take a mouthful, but was stopped by Brother Jiri.

"What are you doing? What are you holding in your hand? Bring it to me!" Brother Jiri was thirsty, and when he saw Maozi's drink, he was immediately overjoyed, and he snatched it, not even using a straw, opened his bloody mouth, and gnawed off the sealing paper at the mouth of the bottle, and raised his neck, "Gurgling", three or five mouthfuls of calcium milk came to the bottom, and he chirped and said: "Now most of these drinks are poisonous, for the sake of your safety, Brother Chiri tried the poison himself, don't you feel moved?"

Mao Zi made a bitter face and did not speak.

"Hiccup... Brother Jiri burped a sour, smelly and milky burp, glanced at the staircase with two eyes of different sizes, and said confidently: "Don't worry, there is no back door here, they can't leave, let's catch turtles in an urn!"

"Brother Jiri is a cow pie!"

"That's! Wait, you pull me up first, M's, this chair is a little small, it's stuck in my ass! One two three... Whew... Don't panic, come again! ”

The two of them wasted half of their weather, but they still couldn't pull out the chair on Brother Jiri's buttocks, and Maozi also fell a fart. The two jumped up and down like monkeys, making Feng Xiaoxiao, who was hiding in the dark, almost laugh out loud.

Where did these two head piercing things come from, and they are still on a mission at this level, and I don't know what the person who asked them to come think, I guess he is also a cerebral palsy patient.

"Forget it, that's it, it's okay, even if that's the case, your brother Jiri can easily put down thirty or fifty big men! Go, fuck people!" The two of them pulled out the radish for a while, and finally deflated, and Brother Jiri simply pouted his ass and got up with a chair on his back.

"Brother Jiri is mighty, go, what the hell!" Mao Zi patted Brother Jiri's ass, and took the lead in stepping on the wooden stairs and touching the guest room on the second floor. The corridor was dark, and the two wanted to take out their mobile phones to illuminate them, but they found that the mobile phones were wet and couldn't be turned on at all. After all, today's mobile phones are no longer a necessity for the current living situation.

Look at how my sister cleans you up! Feng Xiaoxin sneered, hooking her feet like a ghost to the pipe at the top of the corridor, hanging her petite body upside down.