After a while, a hot bowl of noodles was served. Thankfully, the rice here is quite affordable, the bowls are relatively large, and the noodles are plentiful.

My father used chopsticks to scoop up almost half of the noodles into an empty bowl, then picked them up and poured some soup and pushed it down to my mother. Seeing this, the mother hurriedly stood up and took out the two steamed buns from her duffel bag. In fact, the two steamed buns have been dried, and the cracks have been blown apart, and the bun skin has also fallen off.

Despite this, the mother and father tore them open with their hands and put them into the noodle bowl. Of course, this would have attracted the same glances as some of the other customers who ate, but my parents didn't care about that.

After my parents finished eating, they asked the shopkeeper for two bowls of boiling water to drink, patted their belly, and felt much more comfortable. After sitting a little less, they left the hotel and walked forward.

I didn't go far, and suddenly I heard the sound of "Dang Dang Dang". The sound was clearly the sound of a gong. "Isn't there anything going on?" thought my father. Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly saw people on the street rushing in one direction.

My father was curious, so he wanted to run after the people, but my mother stopped him and said, "People are watching the excitement of other people, what are you doing with it?

"Who said we wouldn't be looking for it?" Let's go see what we're doing first, and we won't have much time to lose. After the father finished speaking, he dragged his mother and followed the people.

As soon as he had walked a short way, he saw a tall and stout man with a bare spine pointing on the shoulder of a road. When I got closer, I saw that the man was about forty years old, full of fat and strong, and his body was very muscular.

I saw that he was wearing a pair of black crotch pants with a bare back, a red strip of fine cloth on his waist, a strip of red cloth wrapped around his ankles, and a pair of cloth shoes in the shape of a figure of eight on his feet, which looked neat and neat.

Seeing that there were many people around, the man struck the gong a few more times, then put down the gong, hugged his fists and said to everyone: "Friends: As the saying goes: rely on your parents at home, and rely on your friends when you go out." My name is Xiao Henan, I came to your place for the first time today, and I want to play a set of juggling for everyone, and I hope that you have money to hold a money field, and you have no money to hold a personal field. ”

After saying that, the man loosened the strip of muslin on his waist again, then gritted his teeth again, and strangled him so fiercely that the belly bulged high, like a pregnant woman, and then stomped on the ground with his two feet, and said, "I will first show you a set of 'one-handed broken bricks.'" ’”

After saying that, he bent down and took out a red brick from the bag next to him.

I saw him hold the red brick high and say to everyone: "Does anyone want to see if this is a real brick or a fake brick?" At this time, several young men among the onlookers stepped forward. So the man gave the brick to one of them.

Several people gathered around and looked at it for a while, then touched it with their hands, and then took turns touching it on the ground, nodded and said, "It's a real brick." Then he handed the brick back to the man.

The man picked up the brick again, held it high again, and said in a loud voice, "Everyone has seen it." Just now, these young people said that this is a real brick. So, which of you can take a brick in one hand and break the top half of it with the other. ”

Everyone shook their heads. The man encouraged the group and said, "It's okay, can anyone try it when they want to?" After speaking, he looked at everyone.

Or one of the young people just now, the bigger one said that he meant to try it. I saw him holding a brick in his left hand, and he slapped it hard with his right hand, and suddenly shrank back with an "oops".

Seeing this, the man smiled and said, "No, no." If you can break it, what will I feed on?" The man took the brick from the young man's hand, walked into the middle of the crowd, and said, "Look at me," then took a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, and stomped his feet firmly on the ground, and slapped the brick with the palm of his right hand.

The people around were so frightened that they had already fled a way. I saw that the upper half of the bricks were broken not far in front. After a moment of silence, the crowd around them began to cheer, mixed with the sound of whistles.

Then, the man performed a set of one-finger meditation (i.e., drilling holes in bricks with his fingers) and iron head gong (smashing his head with bricks), and the people cheered incessantly.

At this point, my mother pulled my father out of the way. My father was seeing the bustle there, and he was willing to give up, but my mother pulled him desperately, so I had to squeeze out of the crowd and ask my mother what was the matter.

His mother said to him, "He can do the arts, don't we?" Take out your drum and tell the book to see if you can make some money. After being reminded by his mother, his father not only suddenly realized, but patted the back of his head with his hand and said, "Look at me, I just look at the excitement, but I didn't expect this." ”

After the father finished speaking, he and his mother came to the other side of the road on the shoulder, let the mother sit not far away and watch the luggage, took out the drum rack and steel plate, and began to beat the drum "dong dong dong".

But they said that people were watching the man's performance on the side of the road, and suddenly they heard the sound of drums from this side, and they all rushed to this side.

When my father saw that there were quite a few people, he struck the drum a few more times, beat the steel plate, tore his throat, and began to talk about the book:

"Tell a story or not a story, first say four lines of poetry, four sentences for poetry, eight sentences for the outline, and twelve sentences for the general outline. Let's listen to my throat and dumb voice, south and north, let's all talk slowly-"

This novel comes from reading books