Yo, isn't this Luo Dashao? Company Commander Li, who was standing guard at the south gate of Tianjing City, saw a young master and a girl coming over, greeted him with a smile, and hurriedly handed over the cigarettes.

Seeing that Company Commander Li greeted and handed over the cigarette with a hot face, he shrugged his nose and let out a listless "um", took the cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"You're out of town, huh?" Company Commander Li hurriedly took out a match and lit it for Luohe, with a stammering smile on his face. Although this is not a high position in the government army, it is very sleek, with a stammering smile on his face when he sees people, and he can see the wind and rudder, although he is a big-headed soldier, he has won the trust of the commander of the puppet army Gu, and he has been a company commander for a few years, and he is the head of the puppet army when he is usually on duty.

"What the fuck, where does Lao Tzu have to report to you, the turtle grandson?" Although Luo He was a big young master, he had a cigarette in his hand, but his movements were not slow, and he kicked on Company Commander Li.

"Hey, Luo Dashao, don't do it, don't do it, this hot day is tired of you. We're a big soldier, you're always gold! , you're just a fart for me! Company Commander Li couldn't dodge, and after receiving a kick from Luohe, his legs and stomach were about to crack, and his heart hurt, but he still accompanied the smiling face, and he was surprised that this dead Luohe was so big.

"Bah,!" Luo He glanced at the second company commander, snorted and rolled his eyes, his face full of disdain.

Holding his head high and shaking the fan in his hand, he walked to the melon stall outside the city, and he couldn't live on this hot day.

The stall selling watermelons is on the side of the road into the city, about 300 meters away from the county sentry post, under a big tree.

Luohe walked to the shade of the tree, the breeze was light, a burst of coolness, the spirit was shocked, the fan was collected, the cigarette butt was lost, squatted down, and selected a melon of about 20 catties in the watermelon stall, knocked it with his hand, listened carefully with his ears, and was ripe, and suddenly smiled, raised his hand and grabbed the watermelon knife from the watermelon stall, cut it with a knife, and revealed the red sac.

Luo Hena could bear this temptation, and was about to pick up a large piece of flowers, but he heard a cold voice suddenly say, "Hey, why do you pick it up and eat it?" ”

Luohe reflexively has to take money out of his pocket, they are all ordinary people, and it is not easy in any era. At this moment, he was stunned, how could this sentence sound so familiar, ordinary people saw him wearing a special military uniform of a warlord, and the 20 rings of his waist, they were too frightened to speak.

Abnormal, Luo He raised his head, and looked at this young man selling melons in ordinary coarse cloth clothes with small eyes, although this young man deliberately lowered his straw hat, his face was covered with black pots and mud, and he couldn't see his appearance at all, just judging by his voice, he knew that this melon seller was a woman.

"What? Isn't this melon for sale? Luo He Liang Liang Liang said with the melon in his hand.

"Even if it's sold, you have to ask for a price, right?" The young man who sold melons said.

Luo He suddenly had a hideous face, and said fiercely: "What? Don't talk about eating your rotten watermelon, Lao Tzu doesn't ask the price even if he eats a restaurant in the city! ”

After speaking, Luo He grabbed the watermelon and ate it wildly, feeling very proud, "I have to leave some way back for myself in this year!" "The voice of the young man selling melons is getting colder and colder.

"What?" Luo He was ecstatic in his heart, but he kept a surprised look on his face, in order to connect with the other party!

"Didn't you hear from others?" The expression on the lips of the young man selling melons became colder and colder, and he looked at Luo He and sneered: "Don't look at the fun today, I'm afraid that I will pull the list in the future." ”

Luohe can already determine that there is a problem with this melon seller, not Gong. The party is **, anyway, it can't be wrong, of course, it's best to be able to vote**, altogether! He really can't stand the rules of the party.