"It's a pleasure to see you so glamorous," said the old camel, nodding humbly, "the clever ghost will give you another set of clothes, so that you don't have to get this one dirty." Why don't you write to us and tell us about it? Let's get some hot dinner too. ”

As soon as he heard this, Young Master Mei laughed again, he laughed so loudly that the old camel's heart suddenly relaxed, and even the clever ghost smiled slightly. However, since the clever ghost had searched out the five oceans, it is difficult to say whether it was the old camel's witty remarks or his own discovery that aroused his interest.

"Hey. What is that? As soon as the old camel took the money, Zhang Fatzi stepped forward and asked, "That's mine, old camel." ”

"No, no, my dear," said the old camel, "it is mine, and the books are yours." ”

"It's not mine." Zhang Fatzi said, putting on his hat with a decisive expression. "I'm with Azhu, tell you, I'll send this kid back.".

The old camel was startled, and Yongchang was also startled, but it was for a completely different reason, because he thought that as long as he sent himself back, the quarrel would really be over.

"Hey. Hand it over, do you hand it over or not? Zhang Fatzi said.

"It's unfair, it's unfair, isn't it, Aju?" The old camel raised.

"What's fair or unfair," Zhang Fatzi retorted, "take it, I'll tell you." Do you think Ah Zhu and I have nothing to do but be spies and catch the little kid who slipped out of your palm? You bring it to me, you old immortal, you have a handful of bones left, and you are so greedy, you bring it to me. ”

With this gentle persuasion, Mr. Zhang Fatzi snatched the ocean from the old camel's fingers, glanced at the old man coldly, and tied it in his scarf.

"This is what we deserve," Mr. Zhang said, "not even half of it." If you like to read, keep it, and if you don't like it, sell it. ”

"Books aren't bad," the little leper grimaced, pretending to be reading one of the books.

"That's really good, Yongchang, what do you say?" As soon as he saw Yongchang hanging his head and staring at these tormenters, Young Master Mei, who was born with a sense of humor, laughed wildly again, even more fiercely than at the beginning.

"The book belongs to the old gentleman," said Yongchang with his hands twisted, "and it is the kind and kind old gentleman, I have a fever and almost die."

He took me to his house, and took care of me, and beg you, send me back, and give him back all the books and money, and you can keep me here for the rest of my life, but I beg you to send things back. He'll think I stole it, and the old lady, who was so nice to me, and he'll think I stole it, ah, have mercy on me, and send the books and the money back. ”

Yongchang was in pain, and after saying this, he immediately knelt at the feet of the old camel, and put his hands together and begged desperately.

"There's a bit of truth to this kid." The old camel turned his head secretly to look at it, and his two thick eyebrows were tightly twisted into a knot, and he said. "You're right, Yongchang, it makes sense, they'll think you stole these things. Ha ha! The old camel rubbed his hands together and grinned. Even if we had to pick the timing, it wouldn't be so coincidental. ”

"Of course it can't be," replied the fat man, "and I saw some books under his arm, and I knew the bottom of my heart, which is really good." They are all bodhisattvas, or they wouldn't have taken him in at all. They won't mention him for the rest of the day, so they don't have to report the crime, and if they don't get it, they will lock him up. He's fine now. ”

In these words, Yongchang sometimes looked at this, and sometimes looked at that, as if he had fallen into the clouds, and was at a loss at what had happened. As soon as the fat man stopped talking, he jumped up suddenly, and while rushing out of the door desperately, he screamed for help, and the empty old house suddenly roared even the roof.

"Stop the dog." The old camel and his two disciples chased after him, and Azhu ran to the door with a loud cry and closed the door. "Call the dog back, it'll tear the kid to shreds."

"Well deserved." Zhang Fatzi shouted, struggling to break free from the girl's hand. "Stand aside, or I'm going to smash your head against the wall."

"I don't care, I don't care," Miss Aju shouted, scuffling with the guy desperately. "I will never let a child be mauled to death by a dog unless you kill me first."

"Bite him to death." The fat man's teeth gritted loudly. "If you don't let go, I'm going to do that."

The robber threw the girl across the room, and just then the old camel and his two apprentices came back with Yongchang on their back.

"What's going on here?" The old camel looked around and said.

"Little ladies are crazy, I'm afraid." Zhang Fatzi replied viciously.

"No, the little aren't crazy." This scuffle made Azhu's face look like ashes, and he couldn't breathe. "She's not mad, old camel, don't take it seriously."

"Let's be quiet, okay?" The old camel said murderously.

"No, I don't!" Azhu replied in a loud voice, "Hey." What are you going to do? ”

What kind of style and habits do women with special status like Azhu, Mr. Old Camel knows in his heart. One thing he knew was that it would be risky to continue reasoning with her at the moment. In order to distract the big guy, he turned towards Yongchang.

"So, you still want to run, don't you?" The old camel said, taking in his hand a bumpy stick in the corner of the fireplace. "Huh?"

Yongchang didn't answer, he was short of breath and watched the old camel's every move.

"You want someone to help you get the patrol, right?" The old camel sneered and grabbed Yongchang's shoulder. "My little master, we will cure you of this problem."

The old camel picked up the stick and slammed it on Yongchang's shoulder. He raised his stick and was about to strike it a second time, when Miss Aju pounced, snatched the stick from his hand, threw it into the fire, splashed a number of red coals, and spun around the house.

"I'm not going to sit idly by, old camel," said Azhu, "you've got the child, what else is going to happen?" - let him go - you let him go, or I will give you that poke a few times, and send me to the gallows in advance. ”

The girl stomped the floor vigorously and made this threat. She folded her lips and clasped her hands together, and looked at the old camel and the robber in turn, without a trace of blood on her face, which was caused by anger.

After a while, the old camel and Mr. Zhang Fatzi looked at each other at a loss, and said in a gentle tone, "You-you've never been so sensible as you were tonight, haha." The play is so beautiful.

"Yes and what." Azhu said, "Be careful, don't let me go overboard." If you really overdo it, old camel, you'll be unlucky, so I'm telling you, don't mess with me as soon as possible. ”

When a woman starts a fire—especially if she adds to all her other passions a desperate impulse—there is something in her that few men are willing to provoke.

The old camel found that if he had to pretend to misunderstand the reality of Miss Azhu's anger, things would become irreparable. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, and glanced at the fat man, half pleading, half cowardly, as if to show that he was the most suitable person to continue the conversation.

In the face of this silent summons, perhaps because he felt that whether or not Miss Azhu could immediately come to his senses was related to his own honor and influence, Zhang Fatzi let out about forty kinds of curses and intimidations, which showed that he was very talented in invention and creativity.

However, this set did not have a noticeable effect on the target, and he had to rely on more practical evidence.

"What do you mean by that?" When Zhang Fatzi asked this question, he used a very common curse, involving one of the most wonderful human senses, and every 50,000 times this curse issued by the mortal world, if it is heard by the heavens, it will make the blindness of the eyes as common as measles. "What do you mean? Hell alive. Do you know who you are and what you are? ”

Zhang Fatzi's curse often mentions the eyes.

"Oh, I know, I know it all." The girl laughed hysterically, shook her head from one place to another, and pretended to be reluctant with indifference.

"Alright, you can be quiet," Zhang Fatzi yelled in his usual dog-calling tone, "or I'll let you be quiet for a while." ”

The girl laughed again, even less calm than before, and she glanced at the fat man hurriedly, and turned her head to the side again, blood dripping from her clenched lips.

"You have a kind," the fat man looked at her with contempt. "You also want to learn from the bodhisattva's heart and become a superior person. You call him a child, he's a pretty character, so make friends with him. ”

The girl cried out impulsively, "I knew I was going to get him here, and I would rather kill someone in the street, or switch seats with the people of the place we passed by tonight." From this evening onwards he is a thief, a liar, a devil, and so bad. That old bastard, do you have to take him to be satisfied? ”

"Hey, hey, Fat Zhang," reminded the old camel in a persuasive voice, gesturing to the teenagers standing aside, their eyes wide as they watched what had happened. "Guys, be polite, be polite,"

"You're welcome!" Azhu shouted. Her face was full of anger and looked terrifying. "You're welcome, you scoundrel! Yes, that's what I should say to you. When I was a child, I wasn't half his age, and I stole for you. She pointed to Yongchang. I've been doing this kind of business for 12 years. Don't you know? Say it. Did You Know? ”

"Yes, yes," said the old camel, who was determined to settle things, "and even then, you are here to eat." ”

"Hmph, eat with a mouthful." The girl replied, not speaking, but pouring out the words with a series of loud shouts. "I ate my food, and the cold, wet, dirty streets became my home, and a long time ago, it was you, the scoundrel, who drove me out into the streets, and told me to stay there, day and night, night and day, until I died."

"If you talk more, I'm going to turn the other cheek with you." The old camel was enraged by this insult and interrupted her. "I turned my face and didn't recognize anyone."

The girl didn't say anything more, she tore at her hair and clothes in a rage, and struck the old camel, and if it hadn't been for the quick sight of the fat man, who grabbed her wrist, she might have left a mark of revenge on him. She struggled weakly for a few moments before fainting.

"She's all right now," Zhang said, putting her down in the corner. "She's having a seizure, and her arms are so strong."

The old camel wiped his forehead and smiled slightly, as if relieved that the turmoil was over. However, whether it was him, Zhang Fatzi, the dog, or the children, they all seemed to admit that this was just a commonplace trivial matter.

"It's bad luck to deal with the girls," said the old camel, putting the stick back in its place, "but they are very clever, and we can't do without them." Charlie, take Yongchang to sleep. ”

"Old camel, he's probably not going to wear this pretty dress tomorrow, is he?" Young Master Mei asked.

"Of course not." The old camel replied with that grinning grin.

Young Master Mei was obviously happy to accept this task. He picked up the broken stick and led Yongchang to the next kitchen, where there were two or three bunks, where Yongchang used to sleep.

"Take off this beautiful suit," said Young Master Mei, "and I'll leave it to the old camel for safekeeping." It's funny. ”

The hard-working Yongchang reluctantly complied, and Young Master Mei rolled up his new clothes and put them under his arm, locked the door casually, and left, leaving Yongchang alone in the dark.

Next door came the noisy laughter of Young Master Mei and the voice of another woman. She arrived just in time for Azhu's best friend to pour some cold water on her to wake her up.

Casually change to a more comfortable environment than the place where Yongchang was, surrounded by noise, but he was exhausted, and he fell asleep after a while.