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"Hey," I don't know that in a small alley in the left district, the woman patted the back of the man in front of her. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Wait. The man ignored her, sitting on the ground, bent over, with his head down, holding something like a needle, not knowing what he was doing.

"Wow......" Although she snorted in disgust, the woman still consciously retreated outside the alley.

As if injecting, as if intoxicated by something, the man stayed quietly in the corner at the end of the alley alone, with an eerie intoxicated smile on his face.

No one bothered, and the man was alone in that gloomy corner smirking stupidly, not yet giggling and creepy.

Seeing that the man was still self-absorbed, the woman was a little impatient, reached out and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on her chest, and took out a lighter from the bag behind her skirt, pressed it twice, and did not light it.

Frowning, the woman took the cigarette in her mouth, protected the lighter with her left hand, lit the fire with her right hand, and a faint blue flame popped out of the lighter, beating faintly on the iron plate of the lighter.

At the other end of the alley, the man was there, laughing and talking to himself, his rough voice seemed a little empty at this time, as if a dead soul was recalling his life, an unforgettable appointment.

Looking down, the woman reluctantly lit her own cigarette with the faint flame, and one inhaled, and gray crumbs came out of the end of the cigarette, and a little smoke came out of the crumbs, drifting onto the blue-gray brick walls of the alley, dissipating on the moss on the surface.

Crazy, the man suddenly convulsed, and his mouth was whining and muttering indistinct words. The woman leaned against the wall of the alley and looked back at him coldly, with a liquid syringe stuck in her arm, transparent and yellowish.

A little irritable, the woman snorted, turned her head impatiently, and looked out of the alley, the picturesque osmanthus swaying in the sunlight with their white and yellow figures, projecting their graceful figures on the ground.

Florescence...... Ahead of schedule......

A little surprised, the woman took another puff of cigarette, this kind of day, even the flowers are not normal.

At the end of the alley, the man was muttering words inarticulately, but he couldn't stop his tears, and at some point the tears flowed out of his eyes and overflowed the deep wrinkles on the man's face.

I don't know when, the man was already lying on the ground, paralyzed, smiling stupidly at the sky, stretching out his trembling hand, facing the sun overhead, the shadow cast, as if to tear the scorching sun off.

There was a strange and dull smile on his mouth, but his eyes were full of tears, which were left along the wrinkles on his face, and for a moment, he laughed and cried.

After standing for a long time, the woman didn't hear the man's self-talk or weird laughter, didn't look back, took another puff of cigarette, and exhaled this long breath, a big puff of smoke, a feeling like a cloud.

"Are you alright?" waited for a while before the woman asked, and as she spoke, she took a puff of cigarette, unhurried.

"Wait a minute, ......" came a weak voice from the other side of the alley, like after a fierce battle, with a refreshing joy and powerlessness.

The woman looked at him twice, and saw him slowly crawl off the ground twice, barely reaching the gap in the bricks, and then moving over little by little, leaning his energy against the wall, and let out a long breath.

Seeing this, the woman didn't bother him, just stood there, watching him slowly struggle on the ground, and slowly pulled her needle out of her arm.

Like a treasure, the man sealed the needle, and made the half tube of liquid white in a white cloth, and hid it in a pile of cloth that looked like a garbage heap beside him.

Silently smoking his own cigarette, silent, finally, even the cigarette was about to burn to his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, she rested the cigarette butt on the wall and threw it at her feet. "Can you get me this back?"

"Look at me. The man looked up at her, barely tugging at the corners of his mouth with a feeble, mocking smile. "Save it yourself. ”

"You're too addicted. The woman shook her head disdainfully, "I don't want much." ”

"Sooner or later, too. The man said mockingly, unconsciously covering the pile of clothes next to him more tightly with his hands, as if a woman was going to come and snatch her treasure. "It's going to be exactly like me. ”

"It's still early. The woman kicked the man in front of her in the leg that was straight on the ground.

The man looked at his feet, unable to move, feeling nothing but pain, looked up and looked at her with a look of resentment.

"The price I offered was very high. The woman raised her chin and looked at him with a haughty expression.

"Get out. The man gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, his nails sinking into the flesh. The good upbringing in the past kept him from being rude, but that's all, if he could get up, he would definitely beat up this unknown woman. "Get the. ”

"Cut ......," the woman twisted her little waist and spat on the ground, "You just gave me the half pipe." ”

"Give...... Give you ......" The green tendons on the man's head appeared, and sure enough, the woman hit her own baby, "Give you a head." ”

"You're dying," the woman reached out to grab something buried inside the layers of clothing, "do you care about this?!"

"You," the man trembled in anger, and in a panic he blocked the pile of clothes with his body, one hand clinging to it, and the other hand waving at himself in an attempt to drive the woman away. "You ......"

"It's not even good to speak. The woman rolled her eyes at him, took his fearful hand in one hand, bent her knee slightly, and then ducked against the man's broken leg. "It's not long before I die. “

"Hmm......" Pained, subconsciously retracted her hand, the woman took advantage of this gap, reached out, and easily touched what she wanted.

"Thank you~" The arrogant expression, the conceited words, the self-righteous attitude, everything is disgusting to the man.

He pulled out a few coin-like pieces from his chest and threw them at the man on the ground like a beggar. He ignored him and walked forward in great strides, not fearing that a disability would catch up with him.

"Put down the ......" was so angry that the whole person trembled, and the angry man, with one hand, took out a pistol from the pile of clothes in one hand, and did not hesitate to pull the safe. "Put it down for me. ”

A shot, slicing through the moss of the wall.

"It's just...... Take a look at it...... "If you don't hit, it can scare a woman, but she is a person who eats by her face and figure, "How can you take a gun out ......"

I'm going to hurt my face, and my usual business will ......

Moreover, even if the family refuses to leave, other smugglers will come out, but the price is a bit ......

The woman was a little scared again, and she measured it in her heart.

The sound became quieter and quieter, and finally, the sound like a mosquito......

Unwillingly putting down the liquid of the half syringe, the woman snorted and walked away disdainfully.

Holding the gun, to prevent the woman from turning back, she could only use one hand, and her legs were useless, and the man could only crawl little by little towards the half tube of liquid in an embarrassed position.

From the other side of the alley, a man walked out and bent down to pick up the syringe.

"Put down ......" gritted his teeth, the man held a gun and pointed at the person in front of him, eager to tear him. "You put it down for me. ”

"I ...... It's here to make a deal. With a cold smile and a faint tone. "Lao Wang. ”

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, it must be better!]