Chapter 243: Hongfei Dark, Yiren He Mu (2)

Listening to the gradual sound of footsteps, Lao Hang was both excited and nervous, he stretched out his hand, took a mouthful of saliva to the palm of his hand, and then rubbed his hands, rubbing his hands full of saliva.

This action is disgusting, but this is an action that Lao Hang has to do every time he does work, which is called bad luck. I learned this from his master.

"Master, I'm going to do something big now!" Lao Hang took a deep breath, and wiped his hands like hand cream, the light in his eyes was like a star, the brightest one.

Speaking of Lao Han's master, it's really fate.

Since that time to guard the underground casino made a great contribution, Lao Hang's ear spirit skills have been passed on everywhere, including his master. At that time, the reason for apprenticeship was also simple, there were no dreams, no future, no future.

Just because his master said that following him, not only will he have food to eat, there will be shredded meat in the rice, but he can also give him some money every month.

In fact, at that time, Lao Hang, who had no father or mother, didn't know what was illegal or not, he knew that stealing things was definitely not good, but the problem was that he had to eat, he was twelve or thirteen years old, and he also wanted to buy a good dress.

That's it, he just became a thief, a spurned thief.

"You're so talented, you were born to do what we do. His master touched his head and gave him a thumbs up, and that time, the first time he worked alone, he had stolen the wallet of a woman in a mink coat.

Sometimes, if you have talent for something, it's just different.

Ears are smart, the body is smart, and the personality is stable, until now, he has joined the counter-espionage, and the organization also evaluates it like this, just like his master.

"You have to learn to make people feel familiar to you the first time, and only when you feel familiar will you let your guard down. The master touched his nose and pointed to the oncoming person, only to see that the man also touched his nose. Although, the master smiled at the stranger, the man was stunned, thinking that it was an acquaintance, and also smiled.

Sometimes, the magnetic field between people is subtle, and a small movement can affect it.

Imitating other people's subconscious actions can make the other party feel good, Lao Hang has now used it perfectly, and it has also become the score given to him by the organization, and the score of this social skill is much higher than that of others.

"I'll tell you, there are three things we don't steal! First, we don't steal life-saving money from hospitals, second, we don't steal hard-earned money from the bottom, and third, we don't steal money from orphans and widows. ”

Others look down on his master, saying that his master is a thief, indeed, his master is a thief, but Lao Hang trusts and relies on his master very much, he has no father or mother, the master gives him food, and there is no reason to look down on the person who eats.

So on the day the master left, Lao Hang cried like a fool.

"Hey, when he jumped out of the window that day, he should have spit on his hands to wipe his bad luck!"

"Didn't you wipe it?"

"Didn't wipe it! It's so decadent, jumped down and came directly to a car, and killed him. ”

The master once entered the market to steal, caught up with the owner of the house just came back, the old hanging ear, the owner of the house heard it when he was downstairs, so he jumped down to the window, climbed the drainage pipe and slid to the height of the first floor, and then jumped down.

Before jumping, Lao Hang spit and wiped his hands, he didn't know why he spit and wiped his hands, his master said to wipe, this is to catch up with bad luck.

"As for bad luck, there is also a ghost, called bad luck, and we are most afraid of bad luck in this industry. ”

"Obscure ghosts are afraid of saliva?" asked the old hanger.

"Not really. The master shook his head and wiped his hands: "The obscure ghost is afraid of luck, that is, luck, our industry, luck is too important, sometimes you steal ten pockets, empty, sometimes one, fat, this saliva is for luck." ”

"Oh, for the god of luck, the god of luck loves to eat saliva?"

When the master was asked these words, the master was stunned, and then waved his hand: "Don't care about these details...... ”

The master said that he had to vomit every time, and Lao Hang honestly vomited before jumping out of the window, and also vomited before touching someone's pocket. But that time, his master was hanging up in his shoes before jumping out of the window, and he lost time, and when he saw the housekeeper come in, he opened his shoes.

When I jumped down, I didn't have time, so I didn't spit that saliva on my hands.

As a result, jumping down just in time for a van to drive by, it was crushed to death as soon as it hit the ground.

When the master died, Lao Hang buried him, only to know that he had found a piece of land to bury, it was so troublesome, and it cost money, and the master had no father or mother, so he set up a monument.

The name is quite literate: Li Hongming.

"Master, what does your name mean?" Lao Hang asked before, and he asked very enviously, when he heard that this name was a cultural person, which was like himself.

The master smiled, and after taking a puff of cigarette, he was quite proud: "Hongfei is in the dark, and he is a man." ”

After listening to it, Lao Hang was stunned for a long time, not understanding what it meant.

The master squatted down, took a red brick and wrote on the ground, and read it again: Hongfei Mingming, Yiren He Mu.

The old hanger crossed his waist, and after looking at it for a long time, he stretched out his foot and pointed to the word "Yi": "How do you pronounce this word?"

“yì。 ”

After listening to this, Lao Hang blinked, and then spat on the ground: "What's the matter, Lao Tzu hasn't read any books, I know all the words, what does this mean?"

"The geese flew into the air, and the hunters could not get them. It's like a hermit flying away and avoiding harm. The master stretched out his hand and touched his hair, straightened his messy hair, and stretched out his hand to flick the ashes on his body.

When reciting an ancient poem, you have to clean it up to be worthy of it.

"Good guy, your name is literate, what are your parents doing?" Although Lao Hang still didn't understand what this meant, but he was educated, this name was too cultured.

"My mom is a teacher, and my dad is a teacher. ”

"What about them?"

The master's gaze darkened and he smiled.

This is the most bitter smile Lao Hang has ever seen in his life, the master's eyes are dry, and he doesn't cry, and he doesn't even have a red nose, but that sadness and bitterness seep out through his dry eyes, so intense, so strong that Lao Hang, who was only thirteen years old at the time, realized that he had asked the wrong thing, and closed his mouth with some regret.

"My dad got drunk, they quarreled, and somehow, they beat my mom to death, and several of my mom's relatives came to see what was going on, and they killed them all, and then my dad was shot. I didn't have the face to stay in my hometown, and I came out. ”

In just one sentence, it sums up his life.

When I said this to the master, it was in a mud house, which was the house of the lakekeeper on the side of the road, which was actually a shelf, and this lakekeeper was a friend of the master.

Although the master taught him the ability to steal children, it is only a preliminary ability, and the master's ability is not big, the two of them can get by, and they have a little spare money in their hands, that's all.

When you steal a lot, you go to a small hotel to open a room, take a bath, and sleep.

When you steal less, you can sleep in the Lakers' house, or wherever you want.

It's better than following the group of people guarding the underground casino, there are many fights, and there are many dead people, so it's not worth it.

The year I followed the master, I had a good life, the best life of the thirteen-year-old Lao Hang, I ate delicious food, wore good clothes, and even the master once took him to the beach and ate some seafood.

When he was buried, the old hanger cried so much that he couldn't do it.

"Hongfei is dark, and he is a man. Lao Hang asked people to engrave this line of words on the stele.

The master always said that this name has another meaning, which means that he pondered it himself, do you think, this wild goose flies into the sky, and the hunter can't get it, isn't that freedom?

Also, as a thief, he is most afraid of being caught, if he can fly high in the sky like a wild goose, then others will not be able to catch him.

A good name is really a good name, and the name given by your parents is the best name in the world.

"This name, bless people!" said the master, patting his chest.

As he spoke, he gave the meatballs to Lao Hang: "You eat, eat more." ”

"Master, you eat too. ”

"I'm not like you, you're young, you have to grow your body and eat more meat. ”

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The old hanger in the toilet pricked up his ears and listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer, and he read in his heart: Hongfei is in the dark, and he is a man.

The name of the bless person, the poem of the bless person, and the saliva of the bless person, all counted, the old hanging gritted his teeth, and the master's cemetery appeared in front of him.

The small shabby tomb, even the monument is much smaller than others, and it is a lot broken.

It reads: Li Hongming, Hongfei Mingming, Yiren He Mu.

He was 19 years old.