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The residential area where Li Hongsleeve lives is very dilapidated, surrounded by alleys and alleys of buildings, extending in all directions, and there is no designated doorway. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBecause there are a lot of people living in the community, every exit to the outside is without exception There are people who do small businesses to make ends meet, even in the cold winter.

At the entrance of a building on the south side, on the leeward side of the gable of the building, a bad old man in his old age was standing by a modified diesel barrel, sitting on a small pony and smoking leisurely.

An old lady on crutches walked tremblingly to the sweet potato stall, took out a handkerchief bag from her pocket, opened it and pinched out a crumpled banknote, in exchange for a roasted sweet potato to warm her hands, and when she smiled faintly, the wrinkles on her face became even deeper: "For decades, the roasted sweet potato aroma of your old cockroach is the most authentic, and the temperature is just right, thank you!" ”

The old man who sold sweet potatoes was surnamed Zhang, and was nicknamed an old cockroach by the old lady surnamed Wu, and he didn't care, so he took the banknote, stuffed it into his shriveled waist bag, and quipped: "Stinky centipede, just like when I was young, I still don't forgive people in my mouth...... Your old man has been dead for five or six years, have you ever thought about finding a wife? I've saved a lot of money selling roasted sweet potatoes over the years, enough to buy you a solid wood coffin! ”

The old lady was about to ridicule each other, a Volkswagen high-end Magotan sedan stopped, and a middle-aged woman walked out of it, wearing a fiery red mink jacket and tight leather pants outlining the seductive curves, and walked straight to the sweet potato stall: "Bring me a sweet potato, it should be sweeter!" ”

The middle-aged woman took out a banknote from her delicate handbag and threw it on the stall at random, only to hear the old man say unhurriedly: "The sweet potatoes I sell are all bitter, not a single sweet, do you want them?" ”

The woman was stunned and said, "Bitter? Who do you sell to when you are bitter? ”

The old man threw the cigarette butt into the red charcoal fire, and said disdainfully: "You can't eat roasted sweet potatoes, but they are specially used to warm your hands, and you don't even know this bit of common sense, how do you become rich?" ”

"You dare to amuse me?" When the woman heard the banter in the old man's words, she was immediately furious, picked up a roasted sweet potato and threw it at the old man's face: "You are tired of being an old immortal!" ”

The old man changed his weak appearance, stretched out his hand to hold the flying sweet potato, and pinched it hard, and the aroma of the roasted sweet potato overflowed from between his fingers: "I saw you driving a car, and you went around the neighborhood for more than a dozen times, I'm afraid it wasn't for my roasted sweet potato!" ”

The woman's face tightened, and she stared at the old man's eyes, but the old man had already lowered his eyelids, as if he was old, and he couldn't stand the fatigue, so he had already closed his eyes and recuperated.

The atmosphere became eerie for a moment. The woman looked at the old man motionlessly, a dangerous light shot out of her eyes, but the old man was like an old monk in a trance, and never raised his head to look at the woman, his hands formed a lion mark in front of the shrine, and his two thumbs were flexibly coiled.

But Mrs. Wu, who had just bought a roasted sweet potato, tore open the skin of the sweet potato, stuffed a piece of yellow-orange-orange tender pulp into her toothless mouth, took a few sips, and turned around tremblingly to leave: "The snow is cold and the weather is cold, old cockroach, you should also close the stall early, don't burn your bones, but there will be a lawsuit!" ”

As Mrs. Wu just turned around, the middle-aged woman suddenly made a tentative move, holding an inch-long steel needle between her fingers, and pierced it directly at the top of Old Man Zhang's head. Until the tip of the needle approached, the Mazha under Old Man Zhang suddenly slid to the side like a wheel, just avoiding the steel needle in the woman's hand.

The woman snorted lightly: "Sure enough, it's a practitioner!" Then he threw off the mink coat on his body, slashed his head and covered the old man's head, and at the same time turned back to pick his legs, bent his knees, and stabbed the sharp heel into the old man's left temple.

Old man Zhang sat on the horse, his body did not move, but the horse was constantly sliding on the snow, easily avoiding the woman's stormy attack, until the woman was tired and panting, sweating, but not even a piece of the old man's clothes were touched.

Seeing that Old Man Zhang couldn't deal with it by herself, the woman showed a deep look of jealousy on her face, and turned around to leave, so Old Man Zhang slowly said: "Come if you want, leave if you want, the annex of another courtyard left by you as a thief is the backyard of your own home?" ”

The woman's face was cold, and her hands suddenly clasped a large handful of shiny steel needles, and said coldly: "What do you want?" ”

Old man Zhang raised his head, his eyes were like a beast grabbing his prey, shining with a dangerous light, but he said lightly: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to leave you for a chat." ”

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to do it!"

The woman snorted softly, waved her hands continuously, and danced her palms, as if she was wearing a colorful butterfly, but the flying needles like a rainstorm were very sharp, instantly enveloping the three-foot radius in front of Old Man Zhang's body, as if she was going to shoot Old Man Zhang into a hedgehog.

Old man Zhang laughed, his toes were a little on the diesel barrel, the diesel barrel caught up in the air, just to resist the flying needle rain, the coals in the barrel flew all over the sky, and the woman was all over her face, the crackling sound of the coals burning and bursting, and the stinging sound on the skin and flesh were endless, and the woman immediately screamed bitterly.

Old man Zhang hit the opponent hard in one round, and he was unforgiving, his body stood up, and he covered the woman's sight with the help of the iron cylinder, and with a slight hook under his feet, the horse under him turned out and turned out, just mixed between the woman's feet, and tripped the woman who turned around and wanted to flee to the ground, and pinned one foot into the wire buckle under the horse, and couldn't shake it off.

Old man Zhang walked up to the woman with his hands behind his back, condescending, and snorted disdainfully: "People are old and elve, ghosts and ghosts are old and ghosts." You young people, you don't know how high the sky is, you dare to do it casually with an old man like me, it's just to give you a long memory, don't be so reckless ......in the future."

The woman's exposed head and neck were all burned by the red coals, and the pain was unbearable, and she hissed bitterly: "The old ghost and the young man pretended to tell me what a big truth, since the old lady was planted in your hands, she will kill you and take it to you!" As he spoke, his eyes kept glancing at the Magotan sedan on the side of the road, as if he was waiting for the reinforcements of his companions in the car.

Old man Zhang was not in a hurry or impatient, rolled up a dry cigarette with saliva, bent down, pinched a piece of charcoal on the ground with two fingers, and was not afraid of being hot, so he leaned in front of him and lit it, and then threw the coals on top of the woman's head. The woman's hair came into contact with the coals and immediately burst into flames.

The woman covered her head, rubbing desperately on the snow, rolling all over the ground, screaming endlessly, the shape was extremely miserable, but the old man was unmoved, just stared at the car parked on the side of the road, the dry smoke in his mouth flickered and disappeared, and suddenly turned to the old lady Wu who was already frightened and said: "What are you still watching here, hurry up and go home and hug your grandson!" ”