Watching the slacker fall to his knees, his body was like a thin projection, as if it would be blown away by the wind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhang Wei was also relieved, and this time, the threat of the slacker was basically gone. The hammer just now almost hollowed out Zhang Wei's body, the gong hammer is different from burning incense, every blow needs its own strength to make up, the greater its own strength, the greater the power of the gong hammer to hit the mountain. knocked out 2 times in a row, which was enough for Zhang Wei to bear, his whole body was sore and painful, and there was a strong sense of powerlessness. If you want him to strike a third blow, it really won't work.

Sit cross-legged on the ground and slowly recuperate your body. Unconsciously, the incense also slipped on the ground, and when the top was wiped on the ground, it lit up, and a wisp of smoke floated out leisurely, surrounding the lazy and projecting a large screen of smoke.

"Huh?" Looking at the incense burning that was slowly projecting the picture, Zhang Wei didn't say anything, just watched quietly.

The picture shows a chaotic time in the last century, where a slacker is reading a book in a classroom, and the teacher is sitting on it, looking out with a sad face and a very uneasy face.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open, and both the slacker and the teacher above jumped out of their chairs in fright, apparently the sound of the door being kicked open was loud, and it was kicked open without warning, so that both of them who were unprepared were frightened.

A group of men with red armbands on their left arms rushed in and kicked the teacher at the thigh joint with great precision. I saw that the teacher's mouth was wide open, and he fell directly to the ground, his face was painful, and he didn't have time to scream a second time, and a tall person who rushed in pulled the teacher's hair back, and the other next to him buttoned the long conical hat on the teacher's head, and didn't give the teacher a chance to stand up at all, and dragged his clothes out. The teacher waved his hands, his face was ugly, and he seemed to want to resist, but more people came up, held the teacher down, and pulled him out, and it could be clearly seen from the picture that the teacher's mouth was closed and he was screaming loudly. The last person smashed the blackboard with a hammer.

The lazy guy stood up and wanted to say something, but in the end, the person scolded the lazy with his mouth, and slapped him, and the picture was a turn.

The slacker's clothes were obviously much worse, and he was toiling in the fields to hoe the ground, and suddenly, hearing something, turned around. I saw a simple and pure girl with pigtails coming over with a bamboo basket, smiling slightly at the lazy ghost, putting the bamboo basket down, lifting the flower cloth on the bamboo basket, half a bowl of rice, and a boiled sweet potato came into view.

"Isn't this the hostess?" Zhang Wei's physical strength recovered half, looked at the rural girl on the screen, and muttered.

The proprietress took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from the slacker's forehead, a heartfelt smile on her face.

The lazy also held the hand of the proprietress at this moment, and the eyes of the two were also matched at this time. Immediately there was a call.

After looking at it for a while, the proprietress lowered her head shyly, slowly pulled out her hand, took out the sweet potato, peeled off the skin, and gently blew towards the sweet potato, making sure that the temperature would not burn the lazy man, and then handed the sweet potato to the lazy man's mouth.

Some reluctantly took a big bite.

Although Zhang Wei didn't know what the slacker really thought at the moment, Zhang Wei felt that if it was himself who was fed sweet potatoes, he would definitely be happy in his heart.

Just as he was about to take a second bite, the bodies of the slacker and the proprietress suddenly trembled, and the sweet potato also broke away from the proprietress's hand and fell to the ground.

A man with a pockmarked face appeared at some point, and scolded the lazy ghost when he opened his mouth, looking unforgiving, chirping crookedly, the whole picture is a close-up of the man with a pockmarked face and a closed mouth, and Zhang Wei is also very angry when he sees it.

Sure enough, the slacker also seemed to be scolded by pockmarked face. The face was also red, and the proprietress was also crying on the side, but she was pulling the slacker, not wanting the slacker to be impulsive.

It's been an hour just the close-up of pockmarked face scolding, and Zhang Wei's physical strength has also replied a lot, "It's really a hooligan to pull a hand, this pockmarked face can really scold, it can be compared with the breeze and bright moon of Wuzhuang View in Journey to the West." Can the slacker still hold back his anger? ”

As soon as Zhang Wei finished speaking, the slacker in the picture jumped up and hit the pockmarked face on the head with a hoe.

"I see why the slacker died." Seeing this scene, Zhang Wei also knew why the lazy man died, the pockmarked face of Zolezole was pressing, the slacker was fatal, in that era, still wanted to survive?

The scene turns again, and the slacker and the proprietress are locked up in the cowshed. Someone is watching over the outside.

The lazy man held the proprietress in his arms, with a smile on his face, and said something happily, and the proprietress also snuggled peacefully in the arms of the lazy, listening to the lazy man. After talking for a while, the eyes of the two were together again, and the smiles on their faces were so tragic and so desolate.

Suddenly, a trace of blood drowned from the corner of their mouths.

The two hugged each other again.

Both of their foreheads were wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

More and more blood foams in the mouth.

It turned out that the two of them bit their tongues and committed suicide!