Within a few days of coming to Liren Town, Broken Cocoon and Dabao ate three or four times at this food stall. Because I always bring a chubby child, I am also very familiar.

"Brother, here! Sit. "The boss's name is Song Ziwen, a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties, very strong. The head of the board is extremely energetic, and he can't see the hardships of staying up late every day.

He touched Dabao's head, handed a cigarette to Broken Cocoon, and lit it for him. Taking advantage of the fact that he was not busy now, he also sat next to the broken cocoon, and said to Dabao with a smile: "Dabao, the old rule, what do you want to eat, Uncle will send you a plate." ”

Song Ziwen is not interested in the origin of the cocoon, but this old patron who often comes to the scene will have a snack to some extent, as for what kind of "son" Dabao is in the cocoon, there is no need to find out the roots.

In his eyes, although the cocoon is young, it always makes people feel an unusual bearing. This is not to say that breaking the cocoon in Song Ziwen's eyes is like the prince who lives among the people in the novel, but it is clean.

Clothes may not be expensive, but they are clean. The clothes are not new, they should have been worn for several years, but they are very refreshing.

The eyebrows may not look good, but they are clean. The eyes are very clear, like a deep pool, and when you chuckle, the pool water ripples, ignoring the beggar or the emperor.

This kind of person, even if he doesn't have any identity, gives people the feeling of being different.

In this kind of night market, it is not the kind of person who stands out from the crowd, but it is also the kind of person who can be noticed a little by others at a glance.

Of course, this is not Song Ziwen's idea of getting close to breaking the cocoon, he just thinks that this little guy makes people feel very comfortable and is willing to talk to him.

After a while, the barbecued things were served. Four chicken wings, two corns, a plate of leeks, a dozen lamb skewers, and two bottles of beer.

Song Ziwen chatted with Pocoon for a while, and when he saw that the barbecue was about slow use, he left to prepare other things.

Breaking the cocoon can drink, but he doesn't care too much about wine, but what he didn't expect is that Dabao is very good.

He knew that Dabao was no better than today's children, he was sent by "God" to make trouble for himself, and his physique was definitely different, so he didn't limit Dabao's hobby of wine, but he still let him only drink one bottle of beer at a time.

Because Dabao is a very special "gift", he can also feel the special of Dabao, but it is not very clear what is so special.

After a while, the night market gradually became lively, and the people of the nearby food stalls became more and more, and the places slowly became noisy. Breaking the cocoon is a "fugitive" person, even if Cheng Lao helps him change his identity information, he is still very alert, no matter where he eats, he will always face the door or sit at the table next to him.

He nibbled on corn and casually looked at the diners who came here one after another, no different from usual, it should be a normal crowd of diners, but in his heart, he inexplicably felt uneasy.

Dabao is a carnivore, and he has drunk half of a bottle of beer, two chicken wings have been destroyed, and four or five lamb skewers have been eaten, and when he was stretching out his fat hand to get another chicken wing, he heard a sharp and miserable voice and remembered.

Breaking the cocoon and looking behind him, he saw five young people about fourteen or fifteen years old on the table, all with studs on their ears, their hair dyed yellow or red, or their hair that was about to be draped.

They sat in a circle at a table, kicking their feet downward, and with each movement of them, several mournful cries came from under the table, accompanied by their malicious expressions.

Breaking the cocoon saw a dog under the table that didn't know how to sneak in, the dog rushed left and right under the table, but they always stopped and couldn't run out, so he could only bark under the constant attacks of the young people below.

At this time, there were already several tables of diners in the stalls, all looking at those young people, with either unbearable or angry eyes in their eyes, but after all, it had nothing to do with them, so no one spoke out to persuade them.

Perhaps sensing the eyes of others, the young men swept back, slammed the beer bottles on the table, and shouted: "What the hell look, Lao Tzu is not beating you Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu warns you, don't TM TM is okay to cause trouble." ”

There is a table of people who really can't look at it, saying that a stray dog, what are you bullying it for?

"You grandson, can't that Lao Tzu bully you?" Before the man could finish speaking, he saw a beer bottle flying over.

As soon as the man ducked, the beer bottle smashed to the ground, and with a "pop", it exploded, and the bubbling pale yellow liquid flowed all over the ground, and the flying glass slag was like a flowing firefly under the light.

Seeing this, the man knew that this group of people didn't know what to do, so how dare they meddle in their affairs, and they hurriedly settled the accounts with a few people at the same table, and left without even eating the barbecue on the table.

Standing outside the canopy, pointing and pointing at the young people, looking at the young people, most of them had indignation on their faces, and some people took out their mobile phones or took pictures or made phone calls.

These young people saw that there was no one else in the canopy except for the two of them, and they were even more proud. However, they didn't come over to provoke the cocoon, but just kicked more urgently, provoking the people outside with their eyes from time to time, and let out an arrogant laugh.

Breaking the cocoon and listening to the screams of stray dogs, I wanted to get up and stop it several times, but I thought that I had a "case" in my body, and this kind of thing that can be encountered from time to time can be ignored, and this kind of person will one day meet someone who can break their head and bleed.

He also wanted to leave, but he saw Dabao's eyes staring at those people with expressionless faces. So he stood up and wanted to leave with him, but Dabao didn't seem to hear it and didn't move.

Breaking the cocoon feels that the current Dabao is a little different from usual.

Song Ziwen heard the noise outside and walked out of it, with a bloodstained apron around his waist, which should be killing fish in the back.

When those young people saw Song Ziwen, they seemed to have already recognized it, and coaxed and said Old Song, come, kill this dog, let's eat dog meat hot pot together.

Song Ziwen glanced in the canopy, looked at the more and more people coming outside, his face sank, and said to one of them: "Xiaohui, do you want to make trouble here with me again?"

The little Hui with dyed white hair sat there and didn't move, looked at Song Ziwen, showed an innocent smile, and said: "Old Song, how dare I make trouble with you, you didn't see that I just caught a dog, so I want you to help me slaughter it by the way." ”

Song Ziwen walked to the table, stretched his legs under the bench, and without knowing how to move, he pulled out the long wooden stool where two people were sitting, and the two people sitting on the stool shook their bodies and almost fell backwards.

The stray dog finally found a loophole and got out with his tail between his legs, but he saw more people by the door of the canopy, whimpering and running into one of the feet of the canopy, and shivering.