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The lanterns on the stage swayed back and forth, just enough to illuminate the ground where the children landed, and in the darkness where the light could not be extended, the sound guided the happy direction for the people in it. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoIn the laughter of the people, Yuhua Town ushered in the first snow. The white snow fell on every corner of the town, and the fields were equally blessed. The joyful laughter of the people resisted the quiet cold, and was not drastically reduced by the snow, and finally, because the children could not bear the cold, their bodies began to slowly stiffen, and their movements were no longer clean and neat, but like puppets being manipulated.

The leading Hua Dan was particularly obvious, and his steps began to stumble. The complexion was originally painted bright red by oil paint, but now it actually looks even more flushed. Lang hattian in the audience recognized the person as the little girl he saved in the waterhole during the day. His admiration had barely vanished, and his heart was full of worry about the girl. Apparently people have noticed, and many of them are shouting:

"What's going on, it's getting worse and worse, we're paying, let's see what!"

"Look at the leader, his footsteps are all vain like that, what kind of drama can he call!"

"Funny! It's really funny, on such a day, you should light the stove in the house and eat stew, what kind of drama do you come here to watch, hum! The man shrunk back, tightened his collar, and cursed a few more words. Those who spoke harshly were all well dressed, and it could be seen that there was no shortage of money in their pockets, in stark contrast to some of the older people around them who wore blue and white coarse cloth clothes. None of them spoke for the children on the stage, and the whispers in the mouths of the locals were drowned out by their loud abuse, but the words of concern for the children sounded really deafening when they heard Lang hate's ears.

"It's so cold, let these children go down and rest."

"Hmm, how difficult it is for the children, how can it be good if the calf cramps for a while。。。。。。"

"Is that the Rui Rui of the Dafu family in the back row, I remember that she is sick herself, and if she continues like this, alas, 。。。。。。"

"Old man Ran Mo's granddaughter is really hardworking, looking at her, isn't she infected with typhoid fever?"

Every word was piercing Lang's heart, although the person on the stage had nothing to do with him, but he felt that indifference itself was a sin.

Under the expectations of the local people, Yan Hai showed up belatedly, briefly said a few sorry words to everyone present, and walked to the backstage with a group of children who were shivering from the cold. The rich quickly dissipated with their money-filled pride, but the thinly dressed locals still crowded the audience, their words expressing eagerness and concern.

"Those kids, it's going to be okay, they're still young, they shouldn't be treated like this."

"When the old man Ran Mo knows that his granddaughter is treated like this, I'm afraid he will hold his stomach. Yan Hai is also really, but a man doesn't know how to take care of the children under his hands, doesn't he feel ashamed of the money he earns in this way? ”

"Hmph, if Yan Hai wants to, what can he do, it's not up to Su Huachen to act, he doesn't care, Ran Xinzi, they have to carry the debts they themselves carry, no matter how unwilling Ran Mo is, he has to watch, whenever these children are punished, those outsiders will lose a piece of meat."

"It's a change again。。。。。。"

"Let's go, pay attention to your behavior for the past two days, don't worry about things that shouldn't be taken care of, it's good for everyone."

The snow soon covered their footprints, and the lantern on the second floor of the stage went out, leaving everything in darkness again. "Click-la-la-。。。。。。" The sound of a gust of wind blowing the cloth was heard high on the stage. A dark white silhouette fluttered in the wind, like a fluttering snow foam, which never dissipated. When the snow had gone over the surface of his satin boots, he finally seemed to make up his mind.

"Execute!"

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The rich people live far away from the waterhole, and they disdain to be neighbors with the poor people in this old town, and those old and dilapidated houses make them feel that they have lost their identity, and if it were not for this play, they would not have come here in groups, who knew that it was still snowing at this time.

"It's a shame that this place is still far from the place where the carriage is placed!"

"Well, it should... Ahh The other man was about to open his mouth when a mouthful of snow foam poured into his mouth, "It should be two streets from here, a few more steps." ”

"This broken alley, so narrow, can't even drive the carriage in, I'm going to tear it down sooner or later!"

"Who, who!"

In the midst of the complaints, someone suddenly burst out with such a sentence, which made everyone look around. A stout figure stood on the eaves, looking down at them, his face unclear in the wind and snow.

"Out-of-towners." He spoke, "Pay the price!" The rich man didn't even have much time to wonder or panic, he rushed into the crowd, fist raised. After hesitating again and again, the huge power still slashed their heads and faces, they couldn't dodge, and the aura of money failed to bless them. Although the cold wind was howling, the exclamations of the rats came and went, and the people who lived close still heard it, and the window on the wall of an old house near the road opened, and an old woman was looking at the scene reflected in her eyes, a strong man was committing murder.

"This 。。。。。。"

Before she could ask questions, a hand reached out behind her and covered her mouth. She looked back and saw the old man gently shaking his head to give him a look, and closing the window with his other hand at the same time. The man who shot it never looked at the window, as if he knew that the humble window would never really open. When they were all lying on the ground, the snow covered their somewhat bloated bodies, and now they were no different from the local paupers who were cowering in the snowstorm. The big man looked at their faces one by one in the crowd, picked three of them, and put them in the sack. He didn't look at the rest of the people anymore, jumped to his feet, and disappeared into the white vastness. The alley was quiet, the three people didn't know where they were taken, what their fate would be, the unconscious people on the ground were being eaten away by the cold little by little, who would be luckier than whom?

The tranquility of the waterhole is always the most attractive, and the deep hole in the center grows deeper and deeper against the darkness of the night and the whiteness of the snowflakes. Strangely, the waterhole did not freeze, but was steaming white, always sticking to the bottom line of the gentle snowflakes, and it could only land on the edge of the pool, and could not get any closer.

One, two, satin boots left a continuous mark on the ground, not a leisurely stroll, he even danced his body, Su Huachen's face with a rare piety, for a scene to provoke the first prologue.

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