The night is dark and windy, and the moonlight is like frost.

A figure like a tanuki scurries swiftly in the moonlight, and the figure only forms a shadow in the moonlight, and then disappears in a flash.

This black shadow is Song Ming, and he specially picked the time when people sleep the deepest in the night.

Coming to the attic where the fat man lived alone, Song Ming pouted.

I saw that there was still a little light shooting out of the fat man's house, which made him feel alarmed, but this didn't frighten him, and he could come and go freely in the face of the heavily loaded devil team.

Song Ming stepped on his toes, quickly climbed over the attic railing, and without making a sound, he rushed up to the attic. In order to probe the reality in the fat man's room, he raised a finger and dipped his saliva, then cut a small hole in the window paper, and took a closer look.

The fat man's sleeping posture is really not good, the corners of his mouth are still drooling, he is only wearing a pair of pants, lying on his back, lying on the bed like a corpse, still dragging the baby Browning in his hand, and from time to time he dreams of two sounds, click the mouth.

"Hmph, look at this cowardly appearance of sleeping in the dark, let Lao Tzu worry in vain!" Song Ming put his mind at ease and said secretly.

It's just that...... Song Ming shrugged his nose, and suddenly a faint fragrance came from the small hole.

He was just slightly stunned, returned to normal, and scolded psychologically: "This dead fat man's bedroom is so fragrant, it looks like a woman's boudoir, perverted!" Look at Lao Tzu if I don't steal you tonight, hum! ”

Thinking of this, Song Ming quietly took out the door opening tool, inserted it into the gap between the door and the door frame, and with a slight flick, the deadbolt behind the door was quietly opened for him.

Quietly pushed open the door, and the fragrance he smelled just now rushed violently, making his brain shake for a while, it was so fragrant, the whole room was filled with a rich fragrance, this has to be a perverted man to be so fragrant!

Song Ming still didn't take it to heart, sneaked into the room, and quietly closed the door, ready to steal his mother's handful.

At this moment, he suddenly found that his head was getting heavier and heavier, shaking his head, wanting to sober up, but he felt that the world was spinning, and he trembled, and finally understood that he was on the way, this black-hearted fat man of Nima, this house is actually all incense, and it is also added.

At the moment before Song Ming lost consciousness, he finally figured out that this sinister fat man who was not ashamed or impatient, as long as he could win, he would use any indiscriminate means......

"One-two-one, one-two-one, one-two-three-four...... Sing to Lao Tzu: We are all sharpshooters, every bullet destroys an enemy, we are the ...... of the flying army"

In the early morning, the fat man, who was still asleep, woke up with shouts and singing to the loud team, and his brain was still a little drowsy.

Before lighting the incense last night, the fat man took three antidotes, and then lit three pieces of incense in the house.

Why do you order so many pieces of incense?

The most important thing is that the fat man is afraid that he will not be able to turn over Song Ming, a gentleman of Liangshan.

Now that he was woken up, he was about to scold his mother, and when he got up, he saw Song Ming lying unconscious on the floor.

"Ha......" The fat man was in a good mood suddenly, hurriedly shook his head to sober himself up, got out of bed and hurriedly rummaged on Song Ming's body.

Sure enough, it was an old thief, the pair of cloth shoes were hidden on Song Ming's body, the fat man would be polite, took the shoes, and then touched Song Ming for a while, except for taking out a box of big front doors, he didn't catch anything.

"The one next door is actually a poor ghost!" The fat man was not very satisfied, so he lit a cigarette for himself, thinking about how to rectify this gentleman on the beam, although it was a gambling contract, but he dared to steal it on his head.

And with his hearing, he didn't even notice it last night, and this frustration made him very uncomfortable.

stood up, took out the pen Wang Yi gave him from his coat, and drew a turtle on Song Ming's handsome face, he looked a little happy, so he was in a good mood and drew another one, and then the posture of the two turtles was a little ambiguous, it was the kind of action of riding together......

The fat man looked at his masterpiece, was in a good mood, put away the pen, dressed, and washed.

After packing up, regardless of Song Ming, who was lying like a corpse, he came to the hall by himself, and at this moment Wang Yi and the bear child were eating the breakfast sent by Uncle Biao.

The fat man looked at it and wondered a little.

I don't know what happened to Uncle Biao today, the old three kinds of gruel, wotou, and pickles in the past are all gone, and they have been replaced with new ones, porridge is still porridge, but there is meat in the porridge, and the wotou has been replaced with a big meat bun, and the pickles have been replaced with a plate of brine meat.

This feeling of changing shotguns made the fat man a little uncomfortable, and the pestle was a little stunned on the spot, just Uncle Biao's old slamming the door, would he be so generous to let him eat so well?

Wang Yi found that the fat man was a little stunned, and said, "What are you stunned? Come over for breakfast. ”

The bear child eats his own food, although there is a lot of game in the cottage, but it is only two or three times a month, and there are still guests who come to prepare.

"Spicy next door, this old immortal, is actually extravagant!" The fat man scolded indignantly in his heart, and he couldn't guess the reason for Uncle Biao's drastic change in temperament.

The fat man felt pain when he thought of those brothers who were recuperating from his injuries, and he was about to go crazy, but the bear child was full, patted his round belly, sighed with satisfaction, and muttered: "Grandpa Biao, this little stove, if only it could be opened every day, how good it would be!" ”

"Well, Xiaozao? Stone, what do you say? The fat man felt that something was not right, so he sat down and took a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the past, he relied on his identity to be both soft and hard, and Uncle Biao didn't agree to open a small stove for him, what's wrong today?

"It's not ...... yet" The bear child was about to speak, Wang Yi glared at her fiercely, the bear child stuck out his tongue, and there was no more.

"Is there something you two are hiding from the fat man?" The fat man took in the expressions of the two women, one big and one small, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, these two women definitely had something to hide from him.

As soon as the fat man uses his brain, the truth will come naturally.

By virtue of his identity, he has not been treated by Uncle Biao to open a small stove, and the bear child has not been treated by opening a small stove, and this "small stove" treatment is after the Eighth Road came this time, which shows that Uncle Biao opened a small stove obviously for Wang Yi.

Last time, Wang Yi also appeared in the cottage, and the two sides almost fought, and Uncle Biao had almost no chance of seeing Wang Yi.

And this time, Wang Yi appeared in the cottage as a guest, allowing Wang Yi to move freely in the cottage, which increased Uncle Biao's chance of seeing Wang Yi.

The heaviest point is that last night he asked Uncle Biao to personally send the food to Wang Yi and the bear child in the attic, and then this morning Uncle Biao's small stove came to the fire head army.

This is enough to prove that the relationship between Uncle Biao and Wang Yi is not ordinary, otherwise Uncle Biao, who is dead picking, will not be so generous to open a small stove.

He remembered the inner style he saw when he tore Wang Yi's clothes and pants, as well as the "special reason" about Wang Yi that was endlessly told by the political commissar of the Eighth Route Army.

The fat man had a bite, and he didn't bite the meat bun without a bite, and his small eyes stared at Wang Yi with bright eyes, as if he wanted to see the flowers, and he couldn't think of a reason for the countless brain cells that died, but it was certain that this eight-way female military doctor who was too beautiful to talk about seemed to have a lot of secrets.

"Dead fatty, what are you looking at? Don't look at it, eat your meat buns honestly! Wang Yi was stunned by him, and his heart was furious, and his face was crimson.

"Hehe, if you don't look at it in vain, you don't look at it in vain, anyway, if you look at it, who doesn't look at it?" With a wicked smile on his face, the fat man took a bite of the meat bun fiercely, and said in his heart, the fat man can't bear to deal with you, can't he bear to deal with the bear child?

Wang Yi gave him a dizziness, glanced at the fat man, and moved her mouth, she couldn't deal with this shameless dead fat man, so she chose to shut up and didn't make a stubble.