Chapter Forty-Eight: There Is a Way to Hate
Before the headache eased, he felt a burst of punches and kicks coming towards him, how could he have a chance to think about anything, Zhu Yifei felt that his nose, mouth and ears were like a river connecting with each other, and he was gradually filled with some kind of viscous liquid, and the hot pain in his chest was like the twelve ribs broken at the same time and inserted into his lungs. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
His eyes were red and mixed with remorse, anger and resentment, in short, extremely complex and indistinguishable emotions, I saw him look at himself and said, "What about the money you picked up today, give it to me." ”
Zhu Yifei looked at him a little puzzled, she knew that she was dragged into that dream again, but the thin Yeping she saw this time had changed a lot from the last time, her cheeks were sunken terribly, her two one-word eyebrows were like two sharp steel knives, her eyes were warm and elegant, she talked and laughed freely, her whole face was twisted, the green tendons on her neck were bulging, and her hair was messy, as if she was suffering great pain.
"I ...... Be..... No..... Let's let again... You.... Suck... Five stone powder. Ping'er replied weakly, her voice dry and hoarse, the blood gushing in her throat seemed to block her trachea, making her breathing extremely difficult, plus the injury, it seemed that only a trace of clarity remained, and the rest had become chaotic and numb.
Five stone powder? Zhu Yifei was taken aback, no wonder, this kid was addicted to drugs, what happened during his absence?
"Don't think I don't know where you're hiding." Bo Yeping seemed to be tired, panting and throwing Ping'er to the ground, kicking a few more times, and staggering to the kitchen.
Ping'er's breath is more than her intake, her fingers slowly bent a few times, showing a hook, as if she was dragging something, Zhu Yifei knew her thoughts She wanted to stop Bo Yeping, but she had more than enough strength to do so.
Bo Yeping's figure appeared not long after, he hurriedly left with the silver in his hand, and Ping'er gradually lost consciousness.
Zhu Yifei looked at the strange farmhouse yard in the dark night, and an indescribable sadness rose in her heart, or a young boy and girl of a fancy age walked on a road of no return for no reason, this time that should have been laughing and joyful ushered in the cruel and ruthless gloomy vicissitudes of this world in advance.
After Wang Dabeard came, he asked Ping'er to ask for a doctor, fortunately, they were all skin injuries, and after more than ten days, he began to hang up the door number to pick up customers, Bo Yeping still took the money she saved from Wang Dabeard every day to suck five stone powder, the so-called five stone powder is the same as the current drugs, he is getting thinner and thinner, and more and more violent, occasionally when he hallucinates, he will go crazy and cut with an axe, Ping'er can only hide in the corner of the dark firewood room, waiting for him to be exhausted before he dares to come out carefully to eat something, to maintain her hunger and breath of vitality.
Because she has met all kinds of people in the reception, she is physically and mentally exhausted, and her face is getting worse and worse, but she is in her early twenties like a woman in her thirties, and after washing off the rouge, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows are fine wrinkles, and of course, there are faint scars left after being beaten.
Until one time I met a herb merchant, thirty or forty years old, was from the ice country, passing by and occasionally saw Ping'er looking out, and wrapped her for a month, he said that Ping'er was very similar to his dead wife, sometimes the two of them would call the wrong name for no reason when they drank and had fun, seeing that a month was approaching, Ping'er suddenly had some attachment and reluctance to him, and he did not come back in the days when Bo Yeping did not come back, even Wang Dabeard did not step into here half a step, this month was the best day she had not enjoyed for a long time, That night, she drank a lot of wine and poured out all her life experience, not to let him take her away, but to ask him for a packet of arsenic.
The man on the Fengyue field can be a little sincere, she has already seen the hot and cold world in the past few years of secret prostitution life, I thought that Bo Yeping could change his mind and take her back to Suzhou, but even he himself was controlled by Wang Dabeard without any freedom, she was really disappointed in the invisible future. The herb merchant is naturally the same, but fortunately, there is still some affection in this dewy marriage, but I don't know when these meager feelings began, and when they will be blown away by the wind like the fragrance of flowers.
The herb merchant took pity on her life experience and agreed to her request, and after giving her the medicine the next day, he left Taijing completely and returned to the Ice Country.
On the night of sending off the pharmacist, Ping'er sat in front of the mirror and carefully began to make up, she put on a double-ring bun, put on a pink silk flower on her sideburns, it looked like a moon season, carefully traced her eyebrows and dizzy rouge, and put on the old green skirt powder that she had been reluctant to wear, and her skin became more and more delicate and white against the red agate chain on her wrist, and she got up and smiled at the bronze mirror.
Zhu Yifei felt that her smile was indescribably weird, but in ancient times, there was no modern mirror to see clearly, and the faces in the bronze mirror were not very regular, let alone what beauty could be seen in the expression.
The wooden door outside the courtyard opened, and Wang Dabeard walked in with a thin thin leaf, and when he saw the gorgeous and enchanting screen, his eyes lit up, and he laughed and said, "It's really the merit of that man, you little prodigal hoof." With that, he sat down at the table by himself.
There is only one room in the small courtyard of the farmhouse, which is divided into two rooms inside and outside, the inner part is the bedroom, and the dining room outside the bedroom is the dining room, and there is an ear room next to it for the kitchen. ”
Ping'er had no expression, just glanced at Bo Yeping, who looked gloomy, and walked out to the kitchen, there were two jars of wine in the kitchen, Wang Dabeard loves to drink, and every time he comes to collect money, he has to drink a game, often pulling Bo Yeping together, so every time the man in brown will come over in advance to send some prepared wine, of course, by the way, he has to be dishonest a few times.
Ping'er looked at the two jars of wine and half pay coldly, picked up the strongest dragon slaying drink in the jar and walked towards the dining room, the so-called dragon slaying drink is one of the more famous spirits in Taijing City, it is said that as long as you drink three bowls, no matter how much people dare to slay the dragon with a knife, so it is such a name, and it is also the favorite drink of Wang Dabeard Su Ri, since Ping'er was included in his pocket, he has also become a well-known corner of the secret prostitute, and his income has also increased by several grades, so drinking this dragon slaying drink has become commonplace.
However, Zhu Yifei knew that Ping'er had added a lot of ingredients to this wine during the day, and there were some frightening guesses that Ping'er didn't want to commit suicide, but wanted to kill someone, but who to kill? Wang Dabeard is certain, does Bo Yeping want to kill him? Just when she couldn't figure it out, Ping'er had already poured two large bowls of wine and handed them to the two of them, her hands were very steady, as usual, without panicking or trembling at all. Wang Dabeard was very happy, pulled her over and hugged her into his arms, and said with a smile: "Won't the beauty feed me?" “
Ping'er smiled faintly, "How can there be the first bowl to be fed, and the heroes drink three cups by themselves first." ”
Wang Huzi heard her call him by the word hero, and suddenly a little cloud and fog fluttered like a fairy, and a rough laugh swayed from his chest, "Hahaha, the beauty said so, I should live up to it." As he spoke, he drank all the wine in the bowl.
Ping'er sneered silently, and poured it for him again, just like that, Wang Dabeard drank three bowls in a row, and the already dark noodle hall also began to turn red and purple, and his tongue was also big, and a pair of hands groped up and down on Ping'er's body, and at this time, Bo Yeping, who was sitting next to him, suddenly stood up, Wang Dabeard's expression changed, and he instantly sobered up a lot, and asked in a big voice, "What are you going to do." ”
"Kill you." Bo Yeping spit out two words hatefully, and then pulled out an axe that he didn't know where to hide, and chopped it off on Wang Dabeard's head.
Although Wang Dabeard was a little drunk, but he had real kung fu in his body, he pushed the screen in his arms, tilted his head back, twisted his waist at the same time, raised his hand and slashed obliquely on Bo Yeping's wrist, vaguely only heard a crisp click, Bo Yeping suddenly wailed, the sound was not finished, Wang Dabeard raised his foot from under the table and kicked him out of the door, fell on the sandy ground in the courtyard and drew four or five meters away.
Wang's bearded eagle eyes narrowed fiercely, stepped to Bo Yeping's side in three or two steps, stepped on his right wrist and crushed it fiercely, only to hear the continuous clattering sound, and his wrist was trampled into a meat patty in a miserable scream.