In the moonlight, weeping willows. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zhang Xiaoqiang, the old pig squatted on the bridge pier next to the river, holding a box of chocolate ice cream and tasting it deliciously.

This is Zhang Xiaoqiang's reward for himself and the old pig, and it can be regarded as a celebration for today's good start.

At this moment, he was quite excited, looking up at the bright starry sky at 45 degrees, and finally couldn't hold back the "art bacteria" stirring in his brain, and chanted a poem aloud:

"This guy is not ordinary, selling chickens to make money, selling chickens to make money, this guy is not ordinary!"

"It's so wet!" A breeze blew, raising a few bits of river water and hitting the old pig's buttocks.

"Hehe, I've won awards." ZHANG XIAOQIANG SCOOPED A BIG GULP OF ICE CREAM INTO HIS MOUTH WITH SATISFACTION, AND THE REFRESHING FEELING MADE HIM MOAN INVOLUNTARILY.

However, at this moment, a dinosaur with a twisted braid and a flower-like shape happened to pass by.

After smelling the strange sound in the dark, Ruhua glanced sideways, and when she saw the big words on the license plate of "Xiaoqiang Calling Chicken" parked next to the river embankment, Ruhua's big cake face instantly changed color, and then she folded her arms around her chest, and glared viciously at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was squatting in the pit and intoxicated:

"Stinky rascal!!"

Speechless!

A few minutes, picking up the tattered old man, passing by the river embankment, was also in the dark, the two pigs were frightened to protect the garbage bag in their hands, and ran away with a smoke.

This made Zhang Xiaoqiang and the old pig very depressed.

Later, the two simply pushed the cart away from the river embankment and got together to the crowded leisure square.

It is crowded with people, most of them are residents who come out to enjoy the cool air nearby, and today's important news is being broadcast on the big screen in the center.

Anyway, there is nothing to do, and the TV at home was smashed by the old pig as a monster before, so Zhang Xiaoqiang, who has not cultivated the "news broadcast" for a long time, simply sat down to "appreciate".

The news is broadcast one by one, and it is all about the recent anecdotes in the city.

One of them stands out in particular.

"According to the report, a luxury car exhibition held in the city center three days ago was attacked by unknown creatures."

You must know that in today's society, everyone's curiosity about the unknown is very great.

As soon as the news was broadcast, the square was immediately in a commotion.

Through the surveillance video released by the news, you can clearly see a black shadow flickering around the exhibition.

However, due to the extremely fast speed of the shadow, the surveillance tongue is never able to capture a clear image at all.

According to the explanation given by experts, the black shadow may be a certain species of primate wild animal.

But the people were not convinced.

"How can it be an animal? How can an animal move so fast? ”

"It's like, even if it's an animal, there's no reason to make a fuss at a sports car show."

"Hehe, that's not necessarily, maybe the beast is looking at the beauty of the auto show?"

"Come on, don't talk nonsense, if you want me to say it's probably a cyborg soldier."

"Yes, yes, I remembered what you said, two days ago, there were bright spots flashing in the sky, and I felt that something was wrong at that time, and now it seems that Ba Cheng is an alien!"

……

The people's imagination was very rich, and everyone let their thoughts fly on the news, and the atmosphere in the square was unprecedentedly warm for a while.

Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the old pig with interest, and half-jokingly: "Alas, Brother Pig, do you think that thing will be a monster?" ”

The old pig shook his head: "No." ”

"Hehe, how can you be so sure today?" Thinking about the time when the old pig first came, he didn't shout monsters to the things in the world.

The old pig turned his head, stared at Zhang Xiaoqiang's playful gaze, and said in an unusually serious tone: "Feeling! ”

Depend on!

Waving his arms, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw that the time was not early, and beckoned the old pig cart to go home.

Before leaving, the old pig looked at the big screen in the center of the venue for the last time, and muttered thoughtfully: "Could it be that the monkey is coming?" ”

The next day, after school, Zhang Xiaoqiang ran back to the rented house.

It's over, pushing the cart, and going out to practice with the old pig as usual.

Not long after the stall opened, three law enforcement officers wearing "five-bar" uniforms charged Zhang Xiaoqiang a so-called road management fee.

In this regard, there is nothing to say, as a good young man in the new era, Zhang Xiaoqiang should do things according to the rules.

He slipped and paid 20 yuan in management fees.

It stands to reason that this should be able to be relevant, safe and easy to start selling.

I never thought that the "five bars" had just walked for a few minutes.

Another wave of nine-person squads dangled to Zhang Xiaoqiang's stall.

"Hehe, big brothers, do you want to buy chickens? The little brother's chicken juice is meaty and beautiful, you can eat one bite, want two bites, and eat ......"

"Yes!" Nine golden flowers glanced at the neatly arranged flower chickens in the cupboard, and one of them leaned forward and sniffed: "Well, yes, it's quite fragrant." ”

When it was over, he took out one directly, tore off a piece of chicken and threw it into his mouth.

Seeing this, the old pig frowned slightly: "This comrade, the chicken hasn't been weighed yet, you weigh us first, and then eat it after paying." ”

Rosacea stopped his movements when he heard this: "What did you say?" ”

"I said ......"

"Uh, it's okay, it's okay." Zhang Xiaoqiang pulled over the old pig that was becoming more and more repetitive, and replied with a smile: "Big brother, you eat, you can eat." ”

The old pig doesn't understand the world, but Zhang Xiaoqiang is not stupid, how can he not see that the people in front of him are "drunk and warm, not chickens".

If you can exchange a chicken for peace today, it will be considered Amitabha.

Correct......

Rosacea raised his hand and threw the "Flower Chicken" that he had only eaten one bite to the ground, and then chopped on it again: "Damn! Lao Tzu eats your mouth chicken, that is to look up to you, and he dares to ask Lao Tzu for money. You don't even inquire about when the brothers ate and paid on this street! ”

"It's only right to pay for meals, it's wrong for you to behave like this!" With his hands behind his back, Lao Zhu reprimanded his subordinates with a leading cadre.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart was ...... Finish the calf.

He just wanted to step forward and say a few words, but before he could speak, the nine golden flowers were closest to the old pig, and a thin hemp pole kicked directly on the old pig's belly.

The unsuspecting pig just kicked to the ground, rolled twice, and waited until it hit the side bypass stake before it could stop.

"Brother Pig, how are you?"

"Hahaha! Brother Pig, this surname is really appropriate, Nima is as fat as a pig, and he is still holding a few big heads with his brother! Believe it or not, Lao Tzu will tear up your stall now? ”

This is to meet the street fighter, help up the old pig, after making sure that the latter is okay, Zhang Xiaoqiang accompanied a smile: "Brothers, I think let's just forget about this matter, I just did it as if it didn't happen, you leave now, how about it?" ”

Zhang Xiaoqiang is bitter and persuasive.

Although the combat effectiveness of the old pig in the TV series is miserable, he believes that dealing with a few mortals must be as simple as the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

Therefore, Zhang Xiaoqiang is really thinking about the safety of the lives of the nine golden flowers.

But...... There are people who don't know what to do in these years.

Almost at the same time as Zhang Xiaoqiang finished speaking, the rosacea knot slammed into Zhang Xiaoqiang's cheek! Please enter the text