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The night was a little late, and there was silence in Cheche Mountain. Xiao Kun wandered through those homes like a lonely ghost. Every house was closed, and the silent houses looked at him coldly like indifferent faces.

There is no moon, and the sky is full of twinkling stars. The night breeze carried light clouds through the sky, like children who couldn't find a home.

Xiao Kun walked slowly alone, and the smell of other people's dinner was still in the air. Hungry bugs gnawed at his body. The taste of this always haunted him in his memory, and he never seemed to have eaten enough.

The chill of the night wind made him shiver a little, and he felt even hungrier. Walking through Cheche Mountain, Xiao Kun turned around and turned towards Wangjiagou, he was reluctant to return to the house he and his father rented in Fangjia Town.

When he walked past Xiao Rong's house, Xiao Kun remembered those delicious sausages again, and he couldn't help licking his mouth.

He thought of Xiao Rong's face that cursed him angrily during the day, and remembered Xiao Rong's angry expression, Xiao Kun felt a burst of happiness in his heart.

Xiao Kun didn't want to go home anymore, anyway, going back home was not much warmer than the village at night. He must be lying on the bed full of alcohol again, maybe he will be punched and kicked again when he returns late.

Xiao Kun decided to go to Xiao Rong's house again to find something to eat.

Xiao Rong's family has no fences and no dogs. Xiao Kun easily touched the kitchen door of her house.

Xiao Kun smelled the remnants of Xiao Rong's dinner.

This dead mother-in-law, the dishes are still good, so fragrant.

Xiao Kun didn't know that he was just too hungry, and he felt fragrant when he smelled anything to eat, not how good Xiao Rong's cooking skills were.

In the dark, Xiao Kun tripped over something and almost fell. When I touched it with my hand, it turned out to be a wooden bench.

This dead woman is still very shrewd.

Xiao Kun gently moved away from the bench blocking the door and pushed the kitchen door. The kitchen door was unlocked, just a buckle was attached to it. Rural kitchens are generally not locked, so as not to go in and out. Besides, there are no valuables in the kitchen.

Xiao Kun entered the kitchen and listened with his ears sideways. Xiao Rong's family was sleeping soundly, and they never thought that anyone would come to steal something to eat.

Xiao Kun turned on the kitchen light and began to look for food everywhere as if he were in his own home.

Xiao Kun lifted the lid of the pot on the dining table and looked at it, he almost laughed out loud.

Xiao Rong's dinner was a bit of a luxury for Xiao Kun.

A plate of crispy peanuts, a bowl of lettuce roasted fat sausage, garlic sprouts back to the pot meat, as well as braised fish, stewed chicken soup, sausages.

Xiao Kun licked his lips. He and Mang Kui didn't have such a good New Year.

The dishes are all cold, and when you eat them, you swallow them in your mouth, and your whole body is cold.

Xiao Kun looked at the stove and wanted to make a fire to heat up the dishes, but he was afraid that the movement would be too loud and would make Xiao Rong and them. That Gu Xuegao is so tall and strong that even he dares to beat him, so he must not be beaten to death.

Xiao Kun inspected and saw that there was still a bottle of liquor in the cupboard, so he took it and took a sip.

The strong smell of alcohol made Quint frown, but his body warmed up.

It's refreshing. Xiaorong, a dead mother-in-law, dares to scold Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will eat you well today.

Although it was a leftover cold dish, Xiao Kun ate it very contentedly and enjoyed it. There is wine and food, one person has one table, how many times a year can Xiao Kun have such days.

Xiao Kun slowly tasted the cold dishes on this table, enjoying the rare happiness of stealing.

A bottle of liquor has been drunk for more than half of it, and the leftover bones have been piled up on the table.

Xiao Kun had no intention of cleaning up the table. He imagined that tomorrow morning, Xiao Rong's nose would be crooked when he saw the remnants of this table.

I don't know when Zhao Quan's singing in the middle of the night has stopped, and he seems to have finished work earlier than usual tonight. He's not a conscientious guy either.

People have become accustomed to Zhao Quan's ghost crying wolf in the middle of the night, and they are immune, and they sleep more soundly in his singing. I don't know if one day Zhao Quan doesn't sing at night, the people of Checheshan will not be used to it.

Xiao Kun burped and stretched his waist, he was already full of wine and food, and he was still heavily drunk. That bottle was a 60-degree original degree liquor, and he drank about six or seven taels.

It's not cold, it's not hungry, and the sleepiness slowly comes up. Xiao Kun was drowsy on the dining table, but he heard some movement in the yard.

Xiao Kun was taken aback. Could it be that Gu Xuegao found out. That big black fist isn't a vegetarian.

This scare scared Xiao Kun's drunkenness away by half. After all, he was a thief with a weak heart and a ghost in his heart, so he quickly tiptoed to the kitchen door and looked out through the crack in the door.

"This family is really, they haven't slept so late." Someone whispered in the yard.

"No, didn't you forget to turn off the lights at night?"

Xiao Kun heard it, this was Zhao Quan's slacker's voice.

Someone walked in the direction of the kitchen.

Xiao Kun thought to himself, what is Zhao Quan, a slacker, doing here? Are you here to steal food? Can't let him find himself here.

Xiao Kun pinched his throat and coughed twice.

There was a rush of footsteps in the courtyard. Xiao Kun opened the kitchen door and saw two figures running out of the courtyard of Xiao Rong's house in a hurry.

These guys must not have done anything good. Xiao Kun decided to follow them to see what they were going to do?

"Scared the hell out of me! There are really people in this house. Zhao Quan patted his chest and whispered.

"Maybe it's because people get up at night to drink water. You're such a hapless. Another dark shadow complained, "If you can't get anything tonight, it's up to me to clean you up." ”

"Brother Cheng, don't worry, I don't know which household in this Wangjiagou is, and I will definitely not let you run in vain." Zhao Quan said.

Xiao Kun took advantage of the cover of night to quietly follow Zhao Quan and them. This Zhao Quan ****** pretending to be crazy, and actually brought outsiders to steal things from the village.

Xiao Kun saw them enter the courtyard of a house. After a while, he came out with a bulging bag. I don't know what method they used, and those dogs don't bite them.

They went in and out from house to house, filled a bag and put it on a tricycle outside the village.

Xiao Kun waited for them to put down their pockets on the tricycle again and left, and quietly touched it.

He climbed into the carriage and fumbled for the pockets. There's something moving around in my pocket. Xiao Kun untied a pocket and reached out to touch it, and it turned out that there were chickens and ducks inside.

This Zhao Quan, ****** is going to steal the entire Wangjiagou. Xiao Kun had an idea in his heart.

He quietly removed the bags containing the chickens and ducks and put them in the ditch by the side of the road.

In this way, Zhao Quan and their families went to steal one by one, and Xiao Kun took bags from the tricycle one by one. This is called waiting for work, thieves and thieves eat black and black, and praying mantis catches cicadas and yellow finches behind.

Xiao Kun was so happy that he almost laughed out loud. Luck tonight was fantastic.

Steal, steal. Anyway, these people hate Lao Tzu, so it's good to steal them.

Zhao Quan and that Brother Cheng were busy for a long time, and when they returned to the car, they were all dumbfounded. The compartment of the tricycle was empty, and there was nothing but the two bags they had brought back at the end.

"Hell, what about the ones you stole earlier?"

"Who knows? There's no one here, what the hell. ”

"Lao Tzu said that you are an unlucky ghost, and you are busy today." Brother Cheng pushed Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan was also at a loss, how could this action that had been planned for a long time end up in vain.

Xiao Quint, who was hiding on the side, couldn't help it, and covered his mouth and laughed.

The laughter changed tone as it came out of the covered mouth, and it looked a little terrible in the night.

There are ghosts in my heart, and I am more afraid of ghosts. Brother Cheng didn't care about Zhao Quan, jumped on the tricycle, started it and ran.

"Wait for me." Zhao Quan didn't know where the strength came from, so he jumped up with his body on the carriage of the tricycle.

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