The big place that Duo Lao had been to was only the county seat, and the big scene was just a department store in the county seat, but he suddenly came to this big city and entered this university, and many people were not used to it and were uncomfortable.

In the countryside, since the willow branch went, his soul seemed to have been broken off half of it, and the whole thing seemed to be sleepwalking, the world was empty, and he was really panicked, jumping into the sky, falling, squatting like a spinning top whipped and turning a few times, but what he touched and touched was only the wind, and it was still empty.

For more than a month, since receiving the first letter from the willow branch, every letter they wrote was one in the back and one in the tail biting the tail of the previous one, it seems that they have read so many books just to write letters, anyway, you come one by one, and he goes one by one. The salesman of the supply and marketing cooperatives set up a special drawer for Duolao, and whenever he found the shadow of Duolao, he took out the letter and held it up, asking him to buy a sugar pellet for each person.

Although Liu Zhi writes about the peaceful and prosperous era over there, singing and dancing, don't even look at it if you work hard, with half of his IQ, you know when you close your eyes and think about it, she is now when Li Siqing's left hand was broken, she used her body to push him up, desperate to let the sickle in his hand reach those brown hairs. Every time he finished reading a letter, he always kept his mouth open, but he just shouted a willow branch in his heart.

On the first night of reporting to Qing University, he didn't stand, sit, or sleep on his newly assigned bed.

Originally, he was going to write a letter to Willow Branch, his father, and Willow Branch's mother on the first day of school, but the iron door in his mind seemed to be closed, and he couldn't write a word. He was so flustered that he wanted to punch a hole in the bed or kick the wall down. He couldn't restrain himself, and was afraid that he would kick the wall down and be expelled from the school like he had in middle school, so he walked out, out of the school gate, out onto the street, and got into a public car without looking.

He didn't know where the train was going, and he didn't want to take a few stops, as if he wanted to throw his panic like the car he saw dragging dead people along the way, throwing the sparks of lit firecrackers all the way, so as to consume the "no" in his heart, so as not to explode in his body.

The car swayed and stopped like a gentle old man, and I don't know how many stops it walked, and the "not" in Duolao's heart gradually decreased. The lights moved from the car window were suddenly not so dense, and the figures soaked in the lights were not so clear, a bit similar to the county seat of Duolao's hometown, and a sense of intimacy came to Duolao's heart, and he couldn't help jumping out of the car.

He really wanted to have a department store like that here, and he still went barefoot to sit on the steps for a while, preferably there was such a good thing inside, and it would be better if those two policemen were transferred here as well, and have fun with them again.

However, he walked for a while, not to mention such a department store, even if he was a cousin and cousin with such a department store, he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Along the street is a long queue of night food stalls and street stalls, forming a street within the street. The stall owner scrutinized the facial expressions and movements of each passer-by with a sharp gaze, and whenever he noticed the slightest possible surname, smiles and welcome flashed on their faces like a red light.

The food at the supper stall is a little tempting, and the stomach that hasn't been sent to dinner is gurgling, and you have to eat something, although the willow branch is there to make money and work hard, the rice still has to be eaten, once you starve to death, isn't the willow branch also there in vain? Why don't you let her go to the normal school?

Seeing that there were three young people sitting at a table eating and drinking, this stall must have his characteristics, so he sat down at the table next to the three of them.

There are two tables in total. On the table of the three men were several dishes, some of which had been eaten, and some of which were half and half of which were left, three glasses, and three wine bottles. The stall owner was a woman in her thirties, thin, with an apron tied around her waist, and a girl next to her, who was ten years old and nodded, also thin, probably a mother and daughter.

The settling down did not elicit the commercial smile on their faces, and on the steaming side, the two of them stood tall and short, a little like wooden chickens, with their heads slightly bowed, and their faces were sad and resentful and angry. They rolled their eyes and worked a few more times, and after judging, they put away their eyes and pretended not to see.

Duo Lao was a little puzzled and wanted to change places, but he saw one of the three young people shouting at the "two wooden chickens": "And bring a bottle of two pot heads!" Stir-fry a pig's ear and forget it! ”

Dorau sat across from them, and when he saw that the man who was shouting had chestnut-like hair, and was not small, he threw up his neck and poured a glass of wine into his mouth, which made a noise on the table.

The mother and daughter reacted very little to the chestnut thorn's command, standing still and not moving, their faces resisting under the electric light.

"What's the matter, is it that the ears are suddenly out of order? Still out of stock?! I'll help you get rid of the stall when it's out of stock, so you don't have to take up space here!" "It's another one who spoke. At first glance, it is also a chestnut thorn.

The mother touched her daughter and pointed to the wine in the cupboard. Reluctantly, the girl opened the cupboard, took out a bottle of two pots, and looked at her mother, who nodded in the direction of her table for three people. The girl walked over slowly, holding the bottle in both hands, looking at the wine dripping from the glass, her eyes wet.

How is this going on, Duo Lao is like watching a play, he dispelled the idea of changing places, and wanted to see how this play is played.

The wine was placed on the table, and one of them put the lid of the bottle in his mouth, and with a thud, a cap spat out of his mouth. Then there was the sound of cooing, and the wine in the bottle rushed into the three cups that were set out in a row like cannonballs, and the splash of the cups fell on the table, and suddenly a line of water hung on the side of the table.

"Where's the pig ears?! Hurry up! We still have something to go, and you will have to pay our wages if we delay us! If we can't afford it, we won't want this rotten burden! ”

Duo Lao looked at the person who spoke this time, and it was a chestnut thorn again, thinking that they should have three bald heads, and the thorn buds that came out of them should be ten days or so in time.

There were people peeking around, no one making a sound, and no one coming to their seats. There are also people who glance at Duo Lao a few times and sigh secretly.

The pig's ears are in the pot. The trio began to punch again, and the cowhide scabbard hanging from the ass with their back to Dolao was revealed as their hands reached forward. The three of them are quite stout, and one of the two facing Duolao will be more than 1.8 meters tall, and the black chest hair on the open chest is curled like a gossip map, and the other is also open-chested, with a large pool of black and strong muscles shining brightly. The three faces seemed to have been fished out of blood under the influence of alcohol, all with hideous faces, a group of fierce gods.

The girl brought the pig ears to the table.

Dorau began to understand that the three of them had only heard of eating and running, but he had only heard of it but had never seen it.

Persimmon is a soft pinch, this mother and daughter, the power of the chicken, the strength of a single lonely, half a male labor can make them subdued. Duo Lao thought to himself, why don't you go to the competition platform and go to the United Nations to bring down a few military attachés? Bullying a mother and daughter here? What is the reason of heaven!

"It's a couple of them again." Next to Duolao was a stall with small hardware, and he could hear people whispering at the stall.

"They are going to come back every two days, which makes the two girls cry." Dorau turned his head to the side, and it was the stall owner answering a customer who was picking something at his stall.

"Look, there's another one here." The sound is small and small.

"Shh......h

Dorau understood that one of the two men talking at the stall was pointing at him, and the other must have his index finger to his lips. He touched his head, and his hair was almost like a chestnut thorn. Because his hair was cut the day before he came to Yanjing, the hairstyle is called a spatula head, but there is a shallow piece on the top of his head, and the rest, especially the surroundings, is almost light, no wonder their mother and daughter ignore him.

One meter eight put one foot on the table, a half-new leather shoe shook on the table, and the dishes and chopsticks clanged. He had a toothpick stuck in his mouth.

"Let's go!" One of them said.

One meter eight pulled his feet back from the table: "Let's go." All three stood up and slapped their butts.

"It's two hundred or so again!" The mother looked at them helplessly.

"I haven't done any business tonight." The girl was grunting, tears dripping down her clothes, snorting, and slowly taking two steps towards them, when her mother stopped and stopped.

Duo Lao saw the young man's willow branch in a trance, and his nose was sore. Maybe the girl was studying during the day and came to help her mother at night; Maybe the girl's father is dead, too; Maybe this girl is just wearing this dress, go back and wash it, dry it, and wear it tomorrow; Maybe she's worried about the next semester of tuition; Maybe the mother and daughter will not be able to pay the rent next month, and they will not be able to pay the management fee, sanitation fee, and tax of this stall......

Duo Lao walked to the table where they had eaten, squatted down, grabbed the bottom of one foot of the table with one hand, and then grabbed it, and saw that the table was flat and slowly rising in front of the three of them, and the dishes and cups and bottles on it did not move, and rose at a constant speed to the top and bottom of the eyes of the three of them, and then stopped, still as steady and still as if they were on the ground...... The three of them all knew that this was a miscellaneous wooden table moved from their hometown in the countryside, and these dishes, cups and bottles were not light, what did this kid mean by showing his skills in front of them?

One meter eight looked at Duolao's head shape, and asked with a smile: "Boy, when did you come out?" ”

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