Azhu hurriedly pointed to the scars on his neck and arms, and continued one sentence after another: "Remember this." Don't ask me to suffer for you now. If I can, I'll help you, but I don't have the power right now.

They didn't care about what they did to you, and whatever they forced you to do can't be counted as your fault. Listen, every word that comes out of your mouth is like hitting me. Reach out to me, quick. Your hand. ”

She grabbed Yongchang's instinctive outstretched hand, blew out the candle, and pulled him upstairs, where a figure hidden in the darkness quickly opened the door, and when they walked out, the door quickly closed again.

A two-wheeled carriage was waiting outside the door, and the girl dragged Yongchang to board the carriage and pull the curtain together, and her eagerness was already evident when she talked to him. Without further ado, the coachman whipped the carriage and drove away at full speed.

The girl held Yongchang's hand tightly along the way, and continued to send all the warnings and reassurances that had been mentioned into his ears. It had all come so quickly and so quickly, that before he could remember where he was, or how he had come, the carriage had stopped in front of the house where the old camel had been the night before.

In a short moment, Yongchang hurriedly glanced at the empty street, and the cry for help had already reached his lips. However, Azhu's voice rang in his ears, and the voice begged him not to forget her words, and the tone was so painful that Yongchang didn't have the courage to shout. In hesitation, the opportunity was missed, and he had already entered the room, and the door was closed.

"This way," Azhu said, letting go of his hand for the first time.

"Hey." Zhang Fatzi appeared at the top of the stairs with a candle in his hand. "Oh. It couldn't have come at a better time. Come on. ”

In terms of the temperament of a person like Zhang Fatzi, this can be regarded as an extremely strong word of praise and a very warm welcome.

Ah Zhu was obviously very satisfied, and she greeted him excitedly.

"Bull's eye is back," said Fat Zhang, who lit them up the stairs with a candle. "He's going to get in the way here."

"yes." Aju replied.

"What the hell did you get the little cub?" Zhang Fatzi waited for the two of them to walk into the room and closed the door before speaking.

"Yes, I got it." Aju replied.

"No sound on the road?"

"Like a little lamb."

"I love to hear that," Zhang Fatzi looked at Yongchang gloomily. "But I see that he has a fine skin and tender inner body, or he will feel better. Come here, little one, I'll teach you a lesson, it's better to take it now. ”

Zhang Fatzi greeted the new student like this, then ripped off Yongchang's hat and threw it in the corner, and then he grabbed Yongchang's shoulders and sat down at the table himself, letting the child stand in front of him.

"Well, number one, do you know what this thing is?" Zhang Fatzi picked up a small pistol on the table and said.

Yongchang replied in the affirmative.

"Well, look here," Fat Zhang continued, "this is *, there is a bullet." This is a small piece of broken felt cap to be used for filling the plug. ”

Yongchang muttered that he understood what this thing was for, and Zhang Fatzi unhurriedly set out to install ammunition into the pistol, and his movements were very skillful.

"That's it." Zhang Fatzi loaded the bullet and said.

"Yes, sir, I see it." Yongchang replied.

"Oh," the robber grabbed Yongchang by the wrist, pointed his gun at his temple, and pushed it up—the child jumped in fright at this moment—"you only need to say one word when you go out with me; Unless I tell you to, the bullet will get into your head without even saying hello. So, if you're really determined to speak casually, do the prayer first. ”

Zhang Fatzi glared at the warned party to enhance the effect, and continued:

"As far as I know, if you really pay for it, no one will ask you about it at all, so if it weren't for your good, I wouldn't have bothered to come and tell you about the east, do you hear?"

"Let's just say it clearly," Ah Zhu said in a heavy tone, and at the same time frowned slightly at Xiang Yongchang, as if asking him to pay more attention to her words. "That is to say, you have a job at hand, if you let him mess up, you will shoot him through the head, and the manager told him that he will never be able to talk nonsense in the future, it doesn't matter if you just go to taste the swing for this matter, anyway, this is what you have done all your life, and there are many business things every month, so you have to take this risk."

"That's right." Zhang Fatzi expressed his approval. "Women always make things clear in a few words, unless they have a nervous moment, then they talk endlessly. Now that he understood, we had dinner and took a nap before we left. ”

As instructed, Aju quickly set up the tablecloth and went out, and after a while she brought a jar of old wine and a plate of lamb's head meat.

Zhang Fatzi seized the opportunity to say a few pleasant witticisms, and he found that the word "lamb's head meat" happened to be a kind of name in the mouth of the gang, and it was a delicate tool that he could not do without his hands in this business.

It was true that he was in high spirits, perhaps because he thought that he would soon be able to show his skills, and he was in high spirits, and he talked and laughed so much that he should have made a note of it, as evidence: he humorously drank all the wine in one go, and roughly estimated that he did not curse more than eighty times during the whole meal.

After dinner—it is conceivable that Yongchang's appetite for this meal was really bad—Fat Zhang took two more glasses of liquor mixed with water, laid himself down on the bed, and drank to wake him up punctually at five o'clock, and used a lot of curse words, lest Nancy not call him then.

Yongchang didn't even take off his clothes, but lay down on a mattress on the floor. Miss Nancy added a few coals to the stove, sat down in front of the stove, and was ready to wake them up at the appointed time.

Yongchang lay on the mat, not daring to fall asleep for a long time, thinking that it was impossible for Azhu not to seize this opportunity and quietly tell himself what to do next. The girl, however, remained motionless, sitting at the stove in contemplation, and from time to time cut off a piece of candle.

Yongchang was exhausted by anticipation and anxiety, but he still fell asleep after all.

When he woke up, the table was already full of tea sets, Zhang Fat Man was stuffing all kinds of things into a coat pocket hanging on the back of the chair, and Azhu was busy preparing breakfast. It was still dawn, and the candles were still lit in the house. It was pitch black outside, a shower of rain was pounding on the windows, and the sky was dark and dreary, and it seemed to be full of dark clouds.

"Hey, hey." Zhang Fatzi roared, and at this time Yongchang had already gotten up, "It's half past five." Hurry up, or you won't be able to eat breakfast, and it'll be late. ”

Yongchang finished freshening up in a short time, ate a little indiscriminately, and when Zhang Fat asked him with a straight face, he replied that he was ready.

Ah Zhu tried not to look at Yongchang squarely, she threw over a handkerchief and asked him to tie it around his neck. Zhang Fat Man gave him a coarse cloth cloak and told him to drape it over his shoulders and buckle it. When he was finished, he reached out, and the robber paused, then motioned with a murderous face, and the pistol was in the side pocket of his coat. He grabbed Yongchang's hand tightly, said goodbye to Ah Zhu, and led him to set off.

Walking to the door, Yongchang turned his head sharply, hoping to see the girl's eyes, but she had returned to the old place in front of the stove, and sat there without moving!