"That's it," Young Master Mei said, grabbing one end of the scarf and throwing it into the air, he put his head on his shoulders, and squeezed out a strange sound between his teeth, through such a vivid shape, signaling that strangling the neck is the same thing as hanging.

"That's what it means," said Young Master Mei, "Clever ghost, look at how big his eyes are. I've never seen such a good partner, and I'm going to die laughing. Young Master Mei laughed happily again, with tears in his eyes, and picked up his pipe.

"You've been badly taught," the clever ghost looked at his boots contentedly, and Yongchang had already polished them brightly. "But the old camel will nurture you, or you will be the first piece of waste under his hands. You'd better get started right away, because you're done with the game before you even turn your head. Yongchang, you are purely wasting your time now. ”

After the lesson was finished, he spoke again in a frenzy, introducing the endless pleasures that came with this kind of life they lived, and enlightening Yongchang with all kinds of hints, and the best way was not to delay any longer, and to adopt the methods they had used to win the favor of the old camel.

The little eyes and face are covered with acne scars, and he wears a fur hat, greasy coarse cloth pants, and an apron. His clothes really need to be repaired. He apologized to everyone present, stating that he had "come out" only an hour earlier.

"Guess where this kid came from, Yongchang?" The old camel asked with a grin, taking advantage of the fact that the other children were putting a bottle of wine on the table.

"I-I-don't know, sir," Yongchang replied.

"Who's that?" The little eyes glanced at Yongchang contemptuously and asked.

"One of my little friends." The old camel replied.

"Then he is lucky," said the young man, looking meaningfully at the old camel. "Never mind where I'm from, little one. It won't be long before you're going to come to the door, and I'll bet five copper plates. ”

The two boys laughed at this witty remark, and they made a few jokes about the same subject, whispered a few words to the old camel, and went out.

The little eyes talked to the old camel for a few words, and the two pulled the chairs to the fireplace, and the old camel beckoned Yongchang to sit beside him, and introduced the conversation to the topics that could most arouse the interest of the audience, such as the great advantages of doing this business, the shrewdness and ability of the clever ghost, the kindness and cuteness of the young master Mei, and the boldness and generosity of the old camel himself.

In the end, everyone could no longer cheer up, and the old camel let everyone rest.

From this day on, Yongchang rarely stayed alone, but he stayed with the two teenagers almost all the time, and they had to play the same game with the old camel every day, whether it was for their own growth or for Yongchang, only the old camel knew best.

The rest of the time, the old man told them some stories about the robbery he had committed when he was young, interspersed with many funny and wonderful episodes, and even Yongchang couldn't help but laugh, which showed that he was amused.

In short, the scheming old camel had led the boy into a trap, and he had nurtured Yongchang's heart with loneliness and melancholy, making him feel that it was better to be in the company of any person in such a gloomy and desolate place than to be alone in sorrow and misery, and he was now slowly pouring poisonous juice into Yongchang's soul, trying to turn that heart black and change its color forever.

It was a cold, damp, windy night. The old camel put on his coat and wrapped his thin torso tightly.

He turned his collar up to cover his ears, hid the lower half of his face tightly, and walked out of the nest. He locked the gate, hung the chain, and stopped at the stairs. He listened, and the teenagers had made everything right, and the footsteps of their retreat could not be heard, and then he slipped down the street as fast as he could.

The old camel stopped at the corner of the street, looked around with great doubt, and then crossed the road and ran in the direction of Fuxi Road.

A thick layer of mud had accumulated on the gravel pavement, a dark fog covered the streets, and the raindrops fell flickeringly, making everything cold and sticky to the touch.

This kind of night seems to be only suitable for people like old camels to go out. He slid forward silently, under the cover of walls, doorways.

This hideous and terrible old man looked like a disgusting lizard, crawling out of the mud and darkness that haunted him, and squirming around in the night, trying to find some fat, stinky fish carrion to eat.

He walked on and on, through winding paths, and soon came into a labyrinth of filthy alleys and alleys, which abounded in that closed populated area.

The old camel is obviously familiar with the area, and will never be lost by the dark night or the complicated roads. He walked briskly through several streets and alleys, and at last turned into a street, where the only light came from a lone lamp at the end of the street.

The old camel went to a house in the street, knocked on the door, muttered a few words to the man who opened the door, and went upstairs.

As soon as he touched the doorknob, a dog barked, and a man's voice asked who was coming.

"It's me, it's just me." The old camel said as he looked into the house.

"Get in," said the fat man, "lie down, you idiot." The old ghost wears an overcoat, and you don't know it, do you? ”

It can be seen that the dog had been deceived by the old camel's dress, because the old camel had just taken off his coat and threw it on the back of the chair, and the dog retreated into the corner.

"Not bad." Zhang Fatzi said.

"Not bad," replied the old camel.

The tone of the latter greeting was a little awkward, indicating that he was not sure whether the other party would answer, since the incident of Ah Zhu's favoritism towards Yongchang, the old camel and his female disciple had not met.

If he had the slightest doubt on the subject, it was immediately erased by the young woman's actions. Without saying more, she lifted her foot resting on the fireplace, pulled back the chair in which she was seated, and told the old camel to bring it to the edge of the fireplace, for it was indeed a cold night.

"It's so cold, Azhu," the old camel stretched out his bony hands and roasted on the fire. "It seems to pierce everyone." The old man said, rubbing his waist.

"You have to make an awl to pierce your heart," said Zhang Fatzi, "Azhu, give him some wine." Look at his dry old bones, shaking like that, it's disgusting, like a demon who has just risen from the grave. ”

Ah Zhu poured a cup of sweet potato roast, and quickly took out a bottle from the food cupboard, and there were many such bottles in it.

Zhang Fatzi poured a cup and asked the old camel to dry it.

"Enough, enough, thank you." The old camel raised the glass to his lips and touched it, and then put it down.

"What the hell. I'm afraid we'll rob you of your jackpot, aren't we? Zhang Fatzi stared at the old camel with his eyes and asked. Not. ”

The old man laughed hoarsely, grabbed his glass, poured the wine into the ashes, poured a full glass for himself, and drank it as a greeting gift.

While his companion had drunk the second glass of wine, the old camel's gaze wandered quickly about the house, not out of curiosity, which he had frequented before, but out of habit, idleness, and suspicion.

It was a very poorly furnished house, and only the contents of the closet indicated that the tenant of the house was not a man who ate by strength.

In one corner of the room there were two or three heavy sticks, and a "talisman" hung from the mantelpiece, and besides, there was nothing to be seen that would make people suspicious.

"Hey," the fat man smacked his lips and said, "I'm ready to stop." ”

"Talking about trading?" The old camel asked.

"Talk about business," Zhang Fatzi replied, "if you have something to say, just say it." ”

The old camel pulled his chair closer, and his voice was low.

"Not bad. How's it going? Zhang Fatzi asked.

"Oh. You know what I mean," said the old camel, "Aju, he knows what I'm going to do, doesn't he?" ”

"No, he doesn't know," Fat Zhang smiled coldly. "Or not wanting to know, it's all the same thing. Say whatever you want, don't sit there blinking your eyes and play dumb riddles with me, as if you weren't the first to hold this vote. How are you going to be? ”

"Shhhh The old camel tried to withstand this anger, but his efforts were in vain. "Beware that someone hears and someone hears it."

"Let them listen." Zhang Fatzi said, "I don't care." However, after thinking for a while, his voice was lowered and he was no longer so impulsive.

"Well," said the old camel, coaxing him, "it's just a reminder from me—nothing else." Well, let's talk about that family. You see when you do it, huh? When to get your hands on? Those cups, plates, and bowls are amazing. The old camel rubbed his hands together in delight, and raised his eyebrows upward, as if he had already reached something.

"I can't do it." Zhang Fatzi replied coldly.

"Can't do it?" The old camel replied, leaning back in his chair.

"Yes, I can't do it," replied Zhang Fatzi, "at least not as we estimated, we can come and go."

"That's not going to be at home," said the old camel, whose face turned blue with anger, "don't tell me this." ”

"That's what I'm going to tell you," Zhang Fat sneered, "How old are you, so I can't tell you?" I'll tell you, the Clever has been hanging around there for two weeks, and not a single servant has hooked up. ”

"Do you want to say," the old camel softened when he saw the other man, "and neither of the two servants of that house could pull it over?" ”

"That's right, I just wanted to tell you about this," Zhang replied. "The old woman has used them for twenty years, and if you give them five hundred oceans, they won't do it."

"But don't you mean," argued the old camel, "that the ladies can't pull it in, do you?" ”

"There's no way around it." Old camels.