Midsummer, Ping'an Street.

There is a bookstall along the street, "Story Collection", "Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness", "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard", ......, miscellaneous, listed on the canvas. Behind the bookstall is a wooden chaise longue, on which a young man of about twenty-four or five years of age lies lazily on his side, his eyes closed and his snoring faint, as if he is in a sweet dream.

"Boss, how much is this "Journey to the West"?"

A student boy squatted in front of the stall with a brick-like schoolbag on his back, although he asked about the hard-framed hardcover "Journey to the West", his eyes stared directly at the flesh-colored magazine on his right hand - "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard", and the chubby little hands whose snot had not yet dried also "accidentally" opened the "** Sutra".

With this question, the snoring of the "boss" stopped, pouted his ass and turned over, and muttered as if reciting the "ninety-nine multiplication formula": "7 thick books, 3 thin ones." ”

"That's ......, this miscellaneous...... How do you sell miles? The student boy seemed to inadvertently pick up the flesh-colored "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard" and asked.

The boss opened his eyes slightly, glanced at the student boy who was a little embarrassed in his tone, and said impatiently: "The little broken child who hasn't grown up yet, where did he get the flowery intestines." Don't be trick-or-treated, just play! ”

"You ......"

The student's face was tender, and when he heard this, his face was red, and he straightened up. I wanted to leave, but I felt that I had lost face and suffered a loss, and I was somewhat unwilling, so I rolled my eyes, took out a CD of "Heroes of the Three Kingdoms VII." on the bookshelf, and used all my strength to slam the boss who was still lying firmly on the recliner, and then ran away without a trace.

"Ahh The screams rang out, but they stopped abruptly.

A dazzling bright red spread from the boss's head, covering the entire game disc above his face.

After another half of the day, half of the old' aunts passed by, and their posture was graceful and quite impressive.

When she walked to the bookshelf, the middle-aged woman who still had the grace of her posture glanced at her slightly, intentionally or unintentionally, and then her eyes widened, and a scream like killing a pig burst out!

"Murder! The disc kills! ”