The muzzle of the gun on the mountain shuddered, and a bullet was fired.

At the same time, deep in the woods of another mountain pass, a bullet was fired.

Ye Xu stood up as if he was casual, but God knows how fast he stood up, as if he disappeared in a flash, and then reappeared.

The stump of the tree he had just sat on had been blown into foam, and sawdust flew to the ground.

On the distant mountain, the black gunman who had just finished shooting was shot in the head, like a watermelon bursting, and the whole person was not happy.

Shura, dressed in snow-white clothes, stood up, patted his snow-white gloves, picked up his favorite Orlinsim heavy sniper, turned around and disappeared into the woods.

He didn't have to get involved in the rest, and it wasn't his turn to interfere.

The prince's style, he understands.

The four guns pointed at Ye Xu together.

The pickup man, the man who was squeezed and beaten by the door, the woman in the car, and the child.

The child was not a child, but a dwarf, and he had been taking the opportunity to lie in the woman's arms, and his hand was not idle in the woman's clothes, and the woman giggled at him.

Ye Xu disappeared again, flashing quickly.

Xiao Tiantian, who had not moved, shook her head all of a sudden, staring at her master as if begging.

And the silkworm baby flashed and meowed.

"Finally woke up and understood what you meant." Ye Xu shook his hand and let Xiao Tiantian out.

He stood on the other side of the woods and stretched, he hadn't eaten dog meat for a long time, and he really wanted that fragrant dog meat pot.

When he staggered out of the woods, Britney was walking back and forth under the pickup truck.

Looking at the four people who fell to the ground, they were covered in frost, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't see that there was a small tooth mark on their throat.

The silkworm baby let out a meow and jumped out of the woods, dragging an adult ginseng tree behind him. Such a big guy is still wild ginseng, which is too rare in a place like Haizhou. He had traded his knowledge of ginseng with the spirit, and all the ginseng and wild ginseng could be identified at a glance.

Xiao Tiantian rushed over with drool, and bit on the ginseng, and soon the ginseng was half deflated, and it looked up at the silkworm baby embarrassedly before removing its teeth from the ginseng.

After the silkworm baby sucked the other half, the two little guys came back happily and wrapped it around Ye Xu's wrist.

He laughed, walked away, and the red flag drove away.

It took him more than twenty minutes to reach the location of the city in the eighties.

According to Huang Fufeng, he has already invested in the construction of some infrastructure here, such as the consolidation of dangerous walls, the cleaning of sanitation, and the treatment of roofs.

But not a single brick or tile of the old town has been touched, and it has been kept in its original appearance.

At the entrance of the city street, there is an antique sign erected on it, "Eighties City".

Ye Xu got out of the car and was not in a hurry to enter, but looked at a villa not far behind the city in the eighties, which was his next base.

He will move all the women to live here, only in the group of them is the safest, and the villas here have their own characteristics, some of the landscapes he asked Huangfu Feng to build according to the style of the Daguanyuan in the Dream of Red Mansions and the Badaguan villa area in Qingshi, he believes that the women will like it here.

After slowly smoking, he walked inside, there were all kinds of shops on both sides of the street, and all kinds of small businesses were done.

In front of a small empty square, several old men with open-air haircuts sat together and chatted, diagonally opposite was a large bowl teahouse, a two-story small wooden building, in which the fragrance of tea was overflowing, and the young man was pouring water for the guests with a towel on his shoulder and a big kettle.

There is a white wall in the square, which is the legendary open-air movie in the eighties, where a lonely old man sits and fiddles with an old projector, playing old movies before it gets dark.

The name of the movie is "Township Post", played by Guo Kaimin, the heroine forgot what she was called, in that era, the heroine looked like this, she was really called a beautiful woman, and she was also a first-class beauty now.

There are children sitting on the ground after school, watching movies, and from time to time rock-paper-scissors come out, or throw stones and play old games.

He stopped to watch the movie for a few minutes, and felt comfortable that the poor but enterprising eighties seemed to be back in his memory.

Further down the street, there is a small wonton stall, a middle-aged man is quickly wrapping a thin wonton with meaty skin, and an old man and a few children are standing next to him.

Soon the water in the pot boiled, and the stall owner threw a handful of shallots and small sea rice to taste, and then threw the wontons into it and stirred it with a big spoon.

In less than five minutes, the wontons were out of the pot, and he brought out a few bowls and served them to the children and the elderly in front of him, there were no tables, only a few simple chairs on the side of the street. And some children just squatted on the ground to drink the wonton soup first, and then made a big wonton and put it in their mouths, because it was too hot and screamed in their mouths.

The old man took out ten yuan and handed it to the stall owner, and the other children finished eating the wontons before sending the bowl back in a curt.

"Uncle, we didn't bring any money." The two children said timidly.

The man laughed, "Get out of here, wait for your parents to pass by here and return the money to me." ”

"Got it, thank you, uncle." A child ran away.

Another child was still standing there, "Uncle, there is no money at home, and my mother will beat me to death if she knows that I don't pay for food." ”

"You little bolt, I know. Let's go home and do your homework, a bowl of wontons is not yellow for me, when my uncle invites you. The man smiled heartily.

"Thank you, uncle." The child bowed to the man very cutely, and then ran away.

Ye Xu continued to walk forward, the man smiled at him, and motioned for the guests from afar to come to the bowl of wontons, and he waved his hand to thank him. Below is a grocery store, he walked in, and there was a lot of stuff inside, including clam oil used in the eighties, white rabbit toffee, and an old-fashioned silly and square radio, which was broadcasting Shan Tianfang's storytelling.

Leaving the grocery store, there is a small bookstore, the front of the store is very old, with an ancient and vicissitudes of life, pushing open the door is a gust of wind chimes, jingling in people's hearts.

A man in his forties wears highly myopic glasses and is immersed in a book, and the four walls of the small bookstore are full of bookshelves, which are full of all kinds of books, and the front two rows are relatively old books.

In the bookstore, there are two desks by the window, on which five or six children are lying quietly doing their homework.

"You have old books here, too?"

He flipped through the pages of "Jade Jiaolong", which was only in the upper volume and not in the next volume, as well as "The Fifth King of the Great Sword", and only a few sets of "Heaven and Dragon Slayer" published in the eighties, and then there were "Mao Xuan" and "Haizi Poetry Collection".

"Hehe, I not only sell books but also collect old books here, these things will be cultural relics in the future, and they will be left to these children so that they can remember history." The middle-aged pedant straightened his glasses and said with a smile.

He put down the books, looked at the innocent children and the books, and thought of the impetuousness of the city and the faces of everyone who seemed to be carrying the cross on their backs.

There is a line of poems written in pen and ink on the wall, the font is elegant, is it Sigriff? A line from Sassoon's "To Me, Past, Present and Future":

"I have a tiger in my heart, sniffing roses."

This novel is from Reading Books