Fine-eyed Sun has been supporting the fortune-telling stall at the head of the banyan tree for more than ten years, and he also writes family letters during the day. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoMost of the people who live on this street are not in the stream, and in the 70s, there are still many people who don't know a big character in the posterior, and there are many people who have tattoos and big gold chains, and they slap their chests: "Walking the rivers and lakes, just cut it very fast and run fast, can you learn to write and be a college student?"

Yes, it is not necessarily a college student who can write, it may be a fine-eyed grandson who divination and divination, or it may be the old building with a rotten pockmarked face on the back street - Sister Feng Hao.

Good sister is very famous in this area, the local old people all remember, she appeared here about 20 years ago, at that time she was born well, with bright apricot eyes, cherry mouth, pure and lovely, everyone said that this is so beautiful where it seems to be begging for life in Temple Street.

But she has been doing the skin and meat business here, and everyone who comes does not refuse to accept any fragrant and smelly things, not to mention those old boys who have tattooed flowers, that is, those who can't walk The old age spots are overlapping and smelling of Uncle, as long as they come to have fun, they can return satisfied, plus they can play any tricks, and after a long time, they gradually became famous on this street - the name is notorious, such rotten and filthy people are the most inferior, Lou-Feng? Chickens are inferior.

It was dark, and the lights of the shops along the street were already on.

Fine-eyed Sun put out the playing cards and looked back at the little yellow finch in the cage, which was his treasure for dinner.

A pair of hands grabbed the cards and lined them up in a frustrated manner.

Fine-eyed grandson doesn't have to look back, the smell of inferior tobacco mixed with cheap perfume can't cover is a sign of a good sister, she has a mouthful of big yellow teeth, deep and shallow pockmarks on her face, I heard that it is a product of a dirty illness, and she still has half a cigarette in her hand, and I don't know where she picked it up, so she wrapped a few mouthfuls in her mouth desperately, and then she reluctantly put it away.

"Good sister, you're here to play again."

"Why, you still don't welcome the start of business?"

The good sister always tilts her head sideways when she speaks, probably she is also afraid that she will smoke people away as soon as she speaks.

The thin-eyed grandson is the era when he has seen the appearance of a good sister and the moon, and looking at the current pockmarked face and big yellow teeth, sometimes it is not a taste. After all, the two had a dewy relationship, and she didn't charge money when she came to talk to her grandson.

At this moment, he sighed: "Good sister, we have known each other for a long time, when did I do your business, but this life, I can't finally calculate it, it's too thin." The good sister lowered her eyes: "I know, it's just that if you don't count it, you won't feel at ease." ”

"But Zheng Ye's people came to ask for money again?" Careful eyes Sun knew that the good sister couldn't save a penny after so many years, she sold herself to pay off her debts, and she paid off Zheng Ye's debts.

When this Zheng Ye was young, he looked at Si Svenwen's little white face, and it is said that he was still a foreign student studying in the UK, and the Britons who spoke English gave a thumbs up and praised it as a standard London accent.

Now I think about this Zheng Ye on the underworld is also more than 20 years ago, at that time the two parties on the mainland fought back and forth, Hong Kong seems to be calm, and there are many people who have withdrawn from both sides, Zheng Ye does not know whose way to go, pull up a pole to scatter the soldiers, and the local old gangs will be beaten to the bottom of the water, and three years of hard work will dominate the entire underworld, and the good sister was sent to Temple Street by Zheng Ye's people at that time. But he couldn't lose a few dollars, and the money in exchange for skin and meat was taken away by Zheng Ye's subordinates.

In this way, twenty years have passed, and the good sister has become a good sister from the original good sister, if her life is long enough, she will continue to survive, and she will be called a good wife, as long as she has a breath, she will be driven to the street by Zheng Ye's people to solicit customers.

The long-term indulgence and laughter career seriously damaged her health, the pockmarked pit on her face was the sequelae of the dirty illness that year, the big yellow teeth were given by inferior cigarettes, more often, she couldn't even afford the cheapest cigarettes, so she could only stand on the street and pick up a few cigarette butts, no matter who threw them, she quickly stuffed them into her mouth and greedily sucked them clean, and the remaining burnt filter was put in front of her nose to smell it hard, and she closed her eyes full of intoxication and high tide, and smoking addiction is so tormenting.

It was rainy a few days ago, and my good sister's feet were a little bumpy, and she walked one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Fine-eyed Sun asked, "Good sister, does your leg hurt?" "It hurts, it hurts to death, and when it rains, it's like a small insect crawling." Alas, this wound has been around for some years. The good sister sighed and thumped her unfortunate legs.

Thin-eyed Sun looked at no one around him, and asked in a low voice, "Yes...... Zheng Ye hit? ”

When the good sister heard Zheng Ye's words, she trembled all over, and shook her head again and again: "No, I fell by myself." ”

looked at Sun Lao Jianghu carefully, and saw at a glance that she was lying, and she didn't tell the truth, so she took out a cigarette and handed it to her good sister. The good sister smiled happily, put his hand on fire, and gave him a wink: "Take the stall and go to my place to play." Fine-eyed Sun waved his hand: "Don't be, I'm now a person with a wife." ”

The good sister knew that the fine eye grandson had only recently gotten married, and when she heard that she had fled from there, she asked in a low voice, "Where is your wife?" The thin-eyed Sun was particularly proud: "It's not a countryman, it's a serious Miss Shanghai, with white skin and a smooth body." ”

The good sister pouted: "How did Shanghai get it, I was also in the first twenty years." ”

"Hehe, whatever you say is what you say."

The good sister saw that the fine eyes Sun didn't believe it, and then said a few words of Shanghainese, and the thin eyes Sun listened to the accent of her wife, so she asked her: "Then why did you come here and offend Zheng Ye?" ”

The good sister spit out a smoke ring, raised her eyes to see the smoke ring gradually dissipate, and she couldn't keep talking straight, and said after a long time: "Actually, I originally eloped with him, but I didn't expect him to lie to me, I accompanied him for several years, and he dumped me when he was proud, and sent me here to pick up customers every day." ”

Fine-eyed Sun Ke didn't believe this set of rhetoric. Who is Zheng Ye, stomp on it, the whole temple street will shake the characters for a day, such a character does not have Guan Yunchang's righteousness, where can Bo Yuntian envelop so many people? How could it be possible to kill a woman who he had abandoned.

The good sister saw that the fine-eyed Sun didn't believe it, and smiled: "I also did my own thing, but it took too long to repay the debt, he was too ruthless, I should have known that he would not let go of Elsa when he died, not to mention that I, a big living person, was still born cheap, and I was reluctant to die, so let's mix it up, I died that day, and it would be a hundred if I threw it out and ate it with wild dogs, and the debts in this life were completely repaid." ”

"Red guy, you are not safe when you come out of the stall. When you see a woman, you have soft bones, and you can fight all night with any sassy-smelly! ”

A woman's voice sounded, and the good sister only felt that the voice was like a memory, and hurriedly turned around and looked at the young woman who came over in a daze.

How old should the second sister be? Thirty or thirty-five?

The woman got closer and closer, saw the good sister's face clearly through the light, sighed, shook her handkerchief and said, "You are the dirtiest good sister in Temple Street." ”

The thin-eyed sun shouted: "Yingying, how do you speak." ”

"Oh, how can you talk to a pockmarked chicken, careful eyes, don't think that your little lady doesn't know, ask around the whole street, this woman is doing a good thing."

The good sister trembled, her lips trembled, and she shouted: "Second sister." ”

The woman called Yingying heard the words of the second sister, and looked the good sister up and down: "What do you call me?" ”

"Second sister, it's me."

The good sister barely squeezed out a smile.

Hao Yingying looked at her and sneered: "Deliberately, I know that when I was at home, I was called the second sister, and I was deliberately disgusted, who knows an old chicken like you." ”

The good sister's face was red and white, she lowered her head and wiped her eyes and said, "Yes, I recognized the wrong person." After saying that, he turned around and left, staggering.

Someone saw her stumbling all the way, and they avoided it one after another, and those who were close covered their noses and made a loud voice: "What is this old chicken running?" ”

"Haha, maybe it's chasing Abel who didn't pay, right?"

The men walked over giggling, and in their eyes, the woman was ugly and scared.

The good sister returned to her small room with red eyes, and Zheng Ye's people were already waiting there.

"Where's the money?" The man asked.

The good sister shook her head: "I'm old, I'm ugly, and I didn't make any money today." ”

The man was angry, punched the good sister in the chest, and said in his mouth: "The milk is like a sack, it is better to cut it off and feed it to the dog." ”

The good sister didn't dodge and listened to the man's fist pounding on her skinny body, thumping like a drum, and thought: People like me don't have the courage to commit suicide, you might as well punch me to death.

(To be continued.) )