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The fat man slept in a daze, and vaguely seemed to smell a smell of burning.

Burnt smell?

Wait, where does the burnt smell come from?

The fat man was agitated and sat up in shock.

In the dilapidated little bungalow, billowing oil smoke is blowing in the face.

"Fat uncle, you're awake!" A gray-faced child came out of the depths of the smoke: "You must be hungry after a day of sleep." I made something to eat. The child wiped the soot from his face and took out a bowl of pasty millet porridge from his bosom.

"You fucking ・・・・・・ ahem・・・・・・ are you fucking cooking or setting fires?" The fat man covered his mouth and staggered into the kitchen.

After a while, the choking oil smoke slowly dispersed.

"Speaking of which, why are you kid here?" The fat man looked angry.

"You saved me yesterday and brought me here." Du Sheng replied truthfully.

"Is there one?" The fat man touched his beard and thought for a while.

Everything about last night slowly became clear in the fat man's head.

"Damn, it's obvious that you have to follow Lao Tzu!" The fat man pointed at Du Sheng's nose: "Na, Lao Tzu save me, but I don't plan to let you live in ・・・・・・"

The fat man stopped suddenly, staring at his right hand with big cow-like eyes.

The scarred arm was covered with band-aids.

Adhesive bandage?

Adhesive bandage!

"Damn!" The fat man was about to collapse: "You ・・・・・・ you got this?" ”

"I saw that this hand was bleeding all the time, so I ・・・・・・" Du Sheng didn't dare to say any more.

"Big brother! My hands are almost useless, so you will paste this thing for Lao Tzu? "Fat people don't know whether to cry or laugh.

"But you're injured, I can't die without help!" Du Sheng retorted aggrievedly.

"You! Eh, let's bother less! "Band-aids have long been firmly glued to the wound, one after another, tearing fat people with pain.

Du Sheng didn't know what to do, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart: "Fat uncle, I'll leave now, don't be angry." Du Sheng wiped his tears, put the rice porridge on the table, and bowed deeply to the fat man: "Fat uncle, take care." ”

After speaking, Du Sheng turned around and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" The fat man tore off the last Band-Aid as he spoke, and his painful face twitched: "Fuck you, how do you say that wind is rain?" After a pause, the fat man looked at the pasty-like rice porridge on the table: "The rice is made like this, how do you let Lao Tzu eat it?" ”

"I ・・・・・・ my ・・・・・・"

"What am I, have you eaten?" The fat man asked.

Du Sheng stood at the door, lowering his head and not daring to look at the fat man.

"Lao Tzu asks you to speak, speak!"

"Nope." Du Sheng's voice is as small as a mosquito.

"Hey, I know." The fat man sneered: "If you do this, you can't eat it yourself, and you give it to Lao Tzu?" ”

"Not really!" Du Sheng's face was flushed: "It's just ・・・・・・ just ・・・・・・" Du Sheng originally planned to wait for the fat uncle to wake up before eating together, but when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't say anything, so he could only hold back again.

"Forget it." The fat man waved his hand: "Lao Tzu will let you open your eyes today and see what craftsmanship is." With that, the fat man lit a cigarette and went to the kitchen.

"But・・・・・・" Du Sheng didn't know whether to go or stay, so he could only stand in place stupidly.

"But what, sit down and wait for Lao Tzu!" The fat man didn't look back, just turned out a bunch of ingredients from the cabinet and got busy.

"Oh." Du Sheng responded as he was told, returned to the table and sat down.

This small bungalow is built on the side of the street, and compared with the tall buildings around it, it has the meaning of "chickens and cranes". Unlike the clean and elegant room of Granny Meng's room, this room was a bit exaggerated, with dirty clothes and smelly socks casually thrown aside, empty wine bottles and broken peanut shells on the floor, and messy posters stacked one on top of another, barely covering the gray concrete walls. Lonely on the wall stood a dilapidated black-and-white television.

"Fat uncle."

"Fat fat, fat uncle, is Lao Tzu so fat? I can't call names! The fat man scolded, but there was no delay in his hands, and in three or two strokes, he cut the meat and vegetables neatly and put them all on the plate.

"You're already fat." Du Sheng felt that he was right.

"You!" The fat man couldn't wait for this little boy to be the old monster, so he would not hesitate to cut the kitchen knife on his head.

"But I don't know your name, and you won't say it yourself." Du Sheng was not convinced.

"You kid listen well, Lao Tzu will not change his name or change his surname, Hu Dousu is Lao Tzu." The fat man thought about it, and laughed to himself: "But my friends on the road think Lao Tzu has a lot of strange words, and then they all call Lao Tzu nonsense, hey, fuck it." ”

"Uncle Hu, was that mustache yesterday ・・・・・・ killed by you?" Du Sheng remembered the frightening scene last night, and asked with palpitations.

"If you don't kill him, will you eat Lao Tzu again after he finishes eating?" The fat man said while busy: "That old monster Lao Tzu has been staring at it for several days, and he didn't want to care about it, damn it, he didn't even let go of a little fart kid like you." ”

"Uncle Hu, then will you catch monsters? Are you a Taoist? Du Sheng remembered the plot on TV and asked curiously.

"Phew, that kind of goods is also worthy of being compared with Lao Tzu?" Hu Kou roughly touched his shiny "Mediterranean"

"And what do you do?"

"Do you see the field outside? Lao Tzu. Hu Kou was rough and snorted. Du Sheng looked at it according to his words, there was indeed a stall outside the small bungalow, and a small signboard was erected next to a few small tables and benches, on which the four big characters "Hu's fried rice" were written crookedly.

"Hehe, don't look at the small field, there are more repeat customers!" Seeing that the oil was boiling, Hu Kou poured the vegetables into the pot, and it was "crackling" and stir-frying.

"By the way, boy, what's your name?" Hu Kou asked casually as he rubbed the dishes in the pot.

"My name is Du Sheng, Mu Tu Du, the life of life."

"The surname is Du ・・・・・・" Hu Kou seemed to think of something, and the movements in his hands stopped.

"What's wrong, Uncle Hu?"

"It's nothing, I think of a ・・・・・・ bastard." Hu Kou turned over the dishes in the pot again: "By the way, what's your father's name." ”

"I don't know."

"Don't know?"

"Well, I grew up in an orphanage, and I never met my parents, and I don't know what their names were." Du Sheng said truthfully, unconsciously, he felt uncomfortable again.

"If you don't stay in the orphanage, what are you going to run around?" As he spoke, two steaming plates of fried rice had fallen into the plates.

"Wow, it smells so good!" Looking at the long-lost food that Hu Kou served, Du Sheng couldn't help but jump with joy.

"Hehe, I've seen it for a long time, this is a fucking craft." Hu is not polite, one person and one plate, and then pour two glasses of water, and eat it in a big gulp.

"Hey, stinky boy, you haven't said it yet." Hu Kou asked while eating: "How did you get out of the orphanage?" ”

Du Sheng also answered while eating, from being bullied by his big ass, to relying on Granny Meng for his life, to the two strange people in Granny Meng's room, 1510 said it all, and when it came to Granny Meng, Du Sheng's eyes were red again.

"I must find Granny Meng." After Du Sheng finished speaking, he took another bite of rice.

"Are you sure those two people are tall and short, black and white?" Hu Kou looked at Du Sheng and put down the spoon in his hand.

Du Sheng thought about it again and made sure that he was not mistaken.

"These two are not retired yet." Hu Kou muttered to himself, and drank another sip of water: "Boy, I look at your mother-in-law, I'm afraid I won't find it." ”

"Why?" Du Sheng's heart tightened, and he couldn't chew half of the rice in his mouth.

"It's dead."

"Dead? Why did my mother-in-law die? ”

"Damn, dead is dead, how can there be so many whys." Hu Kou leaned back, and the whole person lay on the chair.

"No, my mother-in-law won't die, she won't, you must have lied to me!" Du Sheng stood up suddenly. Tears were still rolling in his eyes.

", believe it or not." Hu Kou Lu lit a cigarette again, and put it on his mouth obliquely: "Anyway, you are full, Lao Tzu and you don't owe each other, where do you like to go, don't bother Lao Tzu." ”

"Uncle Hu, thank you for inviting me to dinner, but I still have to go to Granny Meng, Granny Meng will not die, she must miss me too, I must find Granny Meng!" Du Sheng rushed out after saying with tears in his eyes.

"Tsk, stinky boy." Looking at Du Sheng's distant back, Hu Kou muttered roughly: "Damn, how can you be virtuous with that guy, should you ・・・・・・ it" As he spoke, Hu Kou shook his head again: "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible." ”

The cigarette butt fell to the ground and was trampled out by Hu Kou.

Du Sheng walked down the street dejectedly, and the question as always was thrown to Du Sheng again - where to find it in the vast world? I am still penniless, how can I survive in this city? Also, what should you do if you encounter a monster as terrifying as a mustache?

A litany of questions slapped in the face. Du Sheng shook his head, and simply stopped thinking about this, just take one step at a time, and find Granny Meng no matter what.

Unconsciously, the sun quietly disappeared into the night again, and Du Sheng passed through one street after another, sitting on the ground tiredly, watching people come and go, and the traffic was busy.

Faintly, there was a commotion around the corner.

Du Sheng instinctively looked over, only to see a seven or eight-year-old girl rushing out of the crowd, running in his direction.

"Dead girl! Stop me! Behind the little girl, a sharp-beaked monkey cheek and a man in a Taoist robe were chasing and scolding with a stick.

In this scene, Du Sheng only felt déjà vu - by the way, didn't the big ass chase himself around like this back then?

"Stop! Dead girl, see if I don't kill you! The thin Taoist priest was angry and anxious, and went crazy as if he had knocked away one pedestrian after another, this girl was petite and smart, and she drilled left and flashed in the crowd, but she seemed to be at ease.

Suddenly, the little girl stumbled, her feet slipped, and the whole person fell to the ground with a "poof".

"Hey, dead girl, look how you run!" The thin Taoist priest sneered a few times, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and was about to beat it hard.

"Don't!" Almost instinctively, Du Sheng rushed forward with an arrow step, blocking between the thin Taoist priest and the little girl.

The little girl clutched her ankle and bit her lip to keep herself from screaming, as if she had just broken her foot.

"Stop!" Du Sheng plucked up his courage and shouted at the thin Taoist.

"Hey, you little begging for food, dare to take care of Lao Tzu's affairs?" The thin Taoist priest shook the stick in his hand proudly: "Hurry up and get out, otherwise Lao Tzu will beat you together!" ”

"I don't allow you to bully!" In Du Sheng's eyes, this thin Taoist's words and demeanor really looked like a big ass.

Passers-by who were doing good things gradually came over, and after a while, they surrounded Du Sheng and the thin Taoist priest, and they started talking in a few words.

"Eh, how can an adult and two children get along with each other, really."

"That's it, look at how pitiful these two children are."

・・・・・・

There were more and more voices of discussion, and Du Sheng was too lazy to pay attention to it, but the thin Taoist priest looked embarrassed, and his face turned purple.

"Come on, come on, the big guy is here to judge me." The thin Taoist priest shouted: "This little girl stole my money and smashed my yard, I asked her to get the money back, is it wrong?" ”

As soon as the words came out, the crowd began to talk again.

"This kid is young, why don't you learn well?"

"That's it, this kind of wild child can't be spared."

"Indeed, the wretched must have something to hate."

Seeing that public opinion began to tilt towards him, the thin Taoist priest became more and more proud: "Little girl, if you don't hand over the money again, don't blame Lao Tzu for not having long eyes!" ”

Du Sheng turned around and helped the little girl up, only to see that the little girl had bright eyes and bright teeth, was delicate and cute, and dressed decently, no matter how she looked at it, she didn't look like a bad person stealing chickens and dogs.

"Little sister, you can return the money to him." Du Sheng hugged the little girl and said seriously.

"Hmph, don't want to!" The little girl grabbed Du Sheng's arm tightly and barely stood up, her right foot still trembling with pain.

"Why?" Du Sheng asked.

"He's a liar!" The little girl pointed to the thin Taoist priest and said angrily: "He cheated other people's money, he is a liar!" ”