The Way of Good and Evil 1

"Hou San, what kind of demon are you doing here this morning? You have been kidnapped? It would be good if you didn't kidnap others! I turned you into a monkey, why didn't I turn you into Sun Wukong? Hurry up, stay where it's cool, don't let me think of any cases related to you, if you are really locked up, you will be comfortable!" The police in front of Hou San couldn't listen to what Hou San said at all. But he still wanted to say something more, the window of the reception room had been closed with a "bang", and Hou Sandu stood at the door of the reception room of the Public Security Bureau and didn't know where to go.

When he came back to his senses, he felt that he had indeed been a little reckless, what if it was really a dream? When he woke up this morning, he was indeed still lying on his broken bed, and he was fine, nothing had changed. "! crazy!" Hou San scolded and strode out of the public security bureau.

"What's the matter, third brother, where did you go yesterday? I'll wait for you here for a day, what about the goods you gave me?" As soon as Hou San stepped into the small shop at the entrance of the alley, the boss Liu Xiaole pulled him to the counter, happily took out a cigarette and handed it to his mouth.

"Yesterday I ... Hou San was about to talk to Liu Xiaole about his adventure, but he remembered the embarrassment he had just been in the Public Security Bureau, so he didn't say anything about it, so as not to be teased by Liu Xiaole again.

"Ang... I went out the night before yesterday, drank too much, and slept at home all day yesterday. You bring me a box of cigarettes!Poof, heh, what kind of cigarette are you, choking like this?" said Hou Sansheng coughed loudly.

"Yesterday you were at home? I asked Xiaomei to go to your house and call you for a long time, but no one squeaked? How much did you drink like this, and you were unconscious? I called you a few times, but no one answered!" Liu Xiaole muttered for a long time, looked at Hou San who was confused, and said with a smile. "Hehe, I thought you wouldn't give me the money and goods, I thought you ran away?" Liu Xiaole smiled and stared at Hou San, as if waiting for Hou San to give him an answer.

"What kind of goods, you will bring the goods when I enter the door, what kind of thing?" As soon as Hou San finished speaking, the smile on Liu Xiaole's face froze, and then his eyes rolled and he laughed out loud. "Ouch, third brother, third master, don't joke with me, the day before yesterday, we said okay, I'll give you money, you give me some good cigarettes, don't forget it!"

Hou San looked at him with a frown, raised his hand and looked at the Zhongnanhai cigarette in his hand again, recalled yesterday in his mind, and threw the cigarette in his hand to the ground.

"Liu Xiaole, your uncle! I said why is this cigarette so choked, and what you smoked for me was the goods I gave! Your family is not fucking losing this business in your hands!" Hou San shouted and walked to the fruit cabinet, reached out and took a banana, peeled it and stuffed it into his mouth and muttered, "Drink too much, forget, wait for me to get you the goods!"

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard the sound of the TV on the counter: "Yesterday, South African President Nelson Mandela died of illness at the age of ... Hou San suddenly stopped as if he remembered something, turned back to the counter, and asked Liu Xiaole in a divine manner, "Hey, do you think this person can become a monkey?"

One sentence stunned Liu Xiaole, and looked at Hou San dumbfounded, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. Hou San glanced at the TV, and said embarrassedly, "Didn't this guy die early on the TV?" and turned his head and walked out of the shop.

"What's wrong with this grandson today? Why is he still eating bananas?" Liu Xiaole muttered as he looked at the direction Hou San was walking away.

Hou San was very depressed, his whole person was like a frosted eggplant, and he walked back and forth in his mind, thinking that he had indeed drunk a broken piece the night before. This person's own amount of alcohol knows by himself, Hou San's alcohol consumption is ancestral, and his father was also a talent who can not fall down three catties back then, Hou San naturally needless to say, not only inherited his father's genes, but also surpassed it. There are really few people who can drink Hou San, he vaguely remembers that the night before yesterday he drank with a chick in the bar until midnight, but when he dreamed, the chick in the dream turned into a white and brown child.

"The amount of alcohol in the chick is okay, and the figure is also good, and she is very sassy!" Hou Sanyi thought of the girl, and there was nothing else in his mind, what dreams or not, monkeys or not monkeys, it was still important to be a girl. "Did I get on it?" Hou San patted the back of his head and scolded in his mouth, "Is it really drunk!"

"Fifty-six constellations, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six... On the small square at the corner of the alley, the uncles and aunts were dancing in the square, and Hou San squeezed into the small square and walked through the uncles and aunts. "Grandson, do you have to make trouble with this?" The uncles were dancing happily with the aunt, and Hou San was so sloppy that the entire square dance troupe was knocked into by him.

"Yo, Uncle Zhang, what's the matter with Aunt Six again? My aunt is here when she talks, don't let her catch you and go home and kneel on the washboard, hehehe" Hou San squeezed out of the crowd with a hippie smile and didn't forget to slip his mouth. "Hey, this grandson, let's find a smoke! You come back to me, where is your aunt?" The uncle scolded later, Hou San had turned into his own small alley, and Hou San's family lived in the small alley, walking a few meters to the end, a small square separated a small courtyard and the entire alley into two sections, and also cut off the connection between this small courtyard and all the courtyards in the alley. Hou San's family became the only single-family in this alley, Hou San felt very quiet, and the other neighbors in the alley felt that the farther away from him, the more down-to-earth their hearts were.

"Fifty-six nationalities, fifty-six flowers... After making trouble in the small square for a while, Hou San was in a slightly happier mood, humming a little song in his mouth, taking out the key in his hand and just about to open the door, he found that the lock on the door was only hanging on the lock nose and was not locked. "I forgot to lock the door again!" he was stunned, didn't think much about it, opened the door and entered the courtyard, and went straight to the east house to get the goods for Liu Xiaole. I rummaged through the boxes and cabinets in the big closet for a long time and didn't find the goods Liu Xiaole wanted, and I didn't find the goods under the bed for a long time.

"Hey, my grass, and someone dares to steal from me, Hou San?" he said without stopping in the cupboard, and went through the bed again, until he searched the east and west rooms, and even the kitchen and toilet, and was sure that the things had indeed been stolen. He scratched his cheeks, looked around, looked at all the things in the house, and made sure that it was only missing the goods for Liu Xiaole, and nothing else had moved, nor had any traces of turning it over.

Hou San was puzzled, remembering that it was put in the big closet, and there was no place to hide it elsewhere. He sat on the edge of the bed, shook his head, picked up Zhongnanhai on the table, and took a sharp sip, which choked him and coughed for a long time. Hou San suddenly remembered the cigarette Liu Xiaole gave him, and remembered that Liu Xiaole said that he asked his sister Liu Xiaomei to call him yesterday.

"This kid won't take advantage of my absence yesterday and give me the goods and leave! Little rabbit, dare to steal me!" Thinking of this, Hou San hurriedly got up, walked out of the yard, locked the gate, and went straight out of the small alley. "Fifty-six constellations, fifty-six flowers... The music in the small square was still singing melodiously, and Hou San didn't care about these dancing uncles and aunts this time, so without saying a word, he rammed through the past, attracting countless scoldings again.

At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, it was time for the Venerable Master to come and go, and buyers came and went, some buying vegetables, some buying fruits, some carrying two catties of pork in their hands, and some hurriedly going out with two handfuls of bananas in their hands. Hou San saw Liu Xiaole come out to see off the guests, and then turned back to the shop, looking at his short and fat five-short figure, and the cheap appearance of bowing to everyone, Hou San was even more angry.

"Grandson, let the third master educate you well today!" said and walked angrily towards the store. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Xiaole walking towards the back door with a large cardboard box, Hou San recognized the green cardboard box at a glance as the goods he wanted to give Liu Xiaole, and the fire in his heart rushed to his head, and shouted at Liu Xiaole: "Hey! grandson, it's really you!