The wind was so cool, the fool went back to sleep.

"It's cloudy, don't rain tomorrow, and don't forget to put away your shoes on the windowsill. What are you standing there for?

Surprise me!" Fool to Martin hand.

No matter how much he understood, he walked away.

He said, "Listen, fool."

Fools don't want to listen, they just want to sleep. Martin quietly followed, all the way to the small transept. He waited for the fool to light the lamp, but the fool deliberately did not light it, and lay on the bed with his clothes.

He struck a match, found the oil lamp, and lit it himself. The fool saw the blue, troubled face clearly. A few days ago, he was still packing his luggage, and he got a wooden box with a fan alone, and he has been grinding and grinding for the past few days, and he doesn't know what he wants to do.

He said, "Listen, fool."

"It's not just today, I've heard it a long time ago."

"What is May doing?"

"Dispensing Ingredients"

He leaned against the door frame and stared into the eyes of a fool for a long time. The fool made his heart furious, and said, "He's a weirdo, and we don't have to worry about him." If you don't let him do something, he's going to suffocate to death. ”

"What is May doing?"

"He does what he loves."

"Do*, huh?"

The fool couldn't answer, and let a hard thing push it in his heart. What he didn't dare to say made him rush to say it, and as soon as he said it, he realized how frightening this matter was! The rolling pin was clucking in the corner yard, not too loud, but the sound drilled into the skull, just like the braided dough pin also went in together, rolling on the top of the *.

Martin said again: "Bomb whom? Who is May going to bomb?"

The fool still couldn't answer, and his heart was about to be shattered by that hard thing. What he couldn't think of was also something Martin rushed to say!

Is it fried young grandma? Is it a fried foreigner? Are you going to die with this courtyard?!

The more I listened to the sound of gurgling, the more unbearable it became. Who is he going to bomb?! Fools want to ask, and they want to keep asking. He didn't dare to open his mouth to answer this matter, no matter whether he could answer it or not, he could only avoid Martin's gaze and look at the wooden man in the small ear room in a daze.

Martin sighed and collapsed on the small bamboo chair, nearly crushing it. He used the cigarette pouch pot to dig up the cigarette in the cigarette purse, and he roared, exerting a lot of strength. He is becoming more and more like a native of Qinglong Town, smoking a cigarette and clicking his mouth, twisting the fingertips of his thumb on the smoking pot, and even spitting like him. The burning tobacco leaves make a sizzling sound and are dry.

Martin whispered, "Who does he want to bomb?"

The fool wants to say he wants to blow you up! But I didn't say it. He also wants to say that you are down-to-earth this time, I want to say that God can't spare you, and it's useless for God to spare you, and I want to say that you deserve a big nose! But he couldn't say a word. He lay on the bamboo bed and let his heart beat slow.

"He doesn't want to blow up, he's playing."

Martin is eerie and sees through the fool.

The fool thought for a moment and said, "He wants to blow up the bandits."

Martin understood, but he didn't answer, thinking about his own thoughts, he took a cigarette, knocked off the ashes, and got up slowly. He made up his mind and let out a long breath.

He said, "Fool, I'm not leaving."

After he finished speaking, he went back to the next room. He didn't light the lamp, he didn't whistle, and there was no sound in the black hole in the lower room.

The young master is getting calmer day by day. In the morning exhibition, he walked in the fog, his eyes chasing the fish in the pond, and he had a rare smile on his face. When the fool saw him, he felt that he had been deceived by the sound of giggling, and felt that he and the foreigner who had a ghost in his heart really thought of him badly.

He didn't want to blow it up.

He can't blow anyone up.

It's true, he's playing!

But at night, as soon as he heard that kind of sound, the fool could not help but change his mood, and tightened his body and waited for something to fall from the sky.

Wu's mother was also afraid of that kind of sound, she didn't know that it was a rolling pin, but when someone's bones were rubbed on the back of the chair, her own bones also hurt, and the bone frame was about to hurt.

Wu's mother told the fool that whenever the movement of the side room reached the upper room, the young grandmother lying on the bed remained motionless, did not sleep, did not speak, and her eyes were wide open in the night air, until the voice quietly stopped in the second half of the night. My heart says, "This is retribution."

The fool asked Wu's mother, "What is the young grandmother afraid of?"

Wu's mother said: "It's not that I'm afraid, it's worried." She was worried that the young master would burn down the yard one day. The foreigner's drag on also worries her. ”

"What is the young grandmother worried about, told you?"

"Can't see it from the sidelines?"

"You can see what the young grandmother is most afraid of?"

Mother Wu tilted her head and pondered.

"She is most afraid that the second young master will kill her!"

"Why did the second young master want to kill her?"

"Obviously, you still need to ask."

"You foolish little"

She said, "Fool brother, don't let me get pregnant!"

Their courage is growing. Under the moonlight in the back garden, they bent and crushed the grass at the root of the wall, and Wu's mother's smooth back crushed the snails on the wall. There are a lot of snails, and when you touch your fingers, it looks like shaking off a small walnut. The broken snail had a sweet fishy smell that made people feel hot, and the fool pinched Wu Ma's slippery and thin neck with his hand.

"Don't let me get pregnant!"

"Pregnant with me makes you more afraid of me"

"Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid I'll kill you!"

Mother Wu fell on her two legs and bounced up on the ground. The fool deliberately used brute force to relax her when she was trembling with fear. She knew she was joking with her, so she threw her face into the fool's stomach and burst into tears.

She said that she felt that something big was wrong, and she didn't know when she was going to have a ghost!

The joke is very boring, and only he knows how afraid the fool is in his heart. If they want to forget this fear, they can only lie on Wu's mother's smooth back, so that they can temporarily forget all kinds of things that they are afraid of or are not afraid of.

The sky above the plum house glowed with a turquoise glow that had never been seen before. I'm afraid it's a completely new trick for the eldest young master.

The green light covered Wu Ma's white skin, and she became a frog, a frog with two legs! The fool seemed to be about to skin her alive, and after peeling her, the fool finally calmed down. He felt that even if he died, he would have no regrets.

He went to the pharmacy where the young master was tinkering and said to him, "Young master, spare them!"

The young master said, "Fool, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"If you want to open a little, spare them!"

The young master understood, looked at him quietly, and sneered. On the table was a ground sulfur powder, like mashed mustard noodles. He scooped them into a bottle with a small wooden spoon, and the transparent bottle was filled little by little. He brought an empty bottle and continued to scoop it in spoonful. He sneered again.

The fool suspected that he would call him with a bottle of sulfur powder, and the fool clasped his head and waited, but before he could wait, the sneer grew louder and louder, and turned into a strange laugh. As soon as he started laughing, the sulfur powder floating in the night air choked his throat, and he bent over and coughed.

The fool got up and gave him a thump on the back. He was much thinner, and his fist struck down lightly, and there was an empty sound in his body. He didn't comb his braids, and his black hair, which had grown to the back of his neck, was unkempt, and there was a strange smell of matchstick.

The young master sneered and looked miserable.

He said, "You asked me to spare them, who are they?" What did they do, they had to let it

Shall I spare them? Ears, tell me, who are they? It's the cook who boils white fungus soup, also

Is it the family member of the nursing home? Point it out! ”

He was like a cat, waiting to catch mice. Only then did the fool realize that I had let the sound of the clucking mantis get dazed! There's nothing wrong with asking him, but he shouldn't say that. Anyway, I have already opened my mouth, and I can only bite the bullet and say what I want to say.

"Who are they? What about you?"

"Please, spare them! Let the ghosts catch them, let the lightning strike them! Be relieved and spare them. Young master, if you want to kill me, kill me, you tie me up to Qinglong Mountain and up! For the sake of the master, please leave a peace for the Mei family. Young master, I beg you, minion! The fool knelt down and hugged him by the leg.

"Who are they, don't you really want to say?"

"It's not that I don't want to say it, young master, I don't dare."

"Don't say it. What happened to them me?"

"They've hurt you, you know!"

"Then why should I spare them? What forgives them, and what does not spare them? Fool, give me an idea!"

The fool feels that he has been tricked, his mind is in a mess, he doesn't know what to do or say for a while, he feels that no matter what, it is ridiculous, where can a slave stop things!

He saw that the young master reached out and picked up the rolling pin, and quickly tightened his neck, and his eyes turned black for a while. He doesn't protect his head and is ready to let him hit casually. But he didn't do it. He stuck his rolling pin in the fool's arm and tried to pry him out of his leg. He couldn't pry, and instead of getting angry, he smiled very gently.

He raised his head and saw his face leaning over the table of the Eight Immortals, and couldn't help but have mixed feelings. His face was sweaty, and there were a lot of powdered powders sticking to him, and he looked tired. He calmed down so quickly, which surprised the fool and made the fool even more sad.

The fool was dumbfounded and said, "You spare them!"

The young master said, "I know, I have spared them."

The fool said, "I can't help you, whatever you want."

The fool said, "Crush this little scum for me, and don't talk any more." You say one more word and eat the rolling pin. Grind lightly, don't let the slag powder splash, just grind. ”

He snapped the half-liter of sulfur residue on the table and retreated to a chair against the wall to rest. The fool pressed the rolling pin in both palms, and heard a gurgling sound flowing from under his hands. He worked hard, and the voice was faster and heavier than he had ever heard.

The fool doesn't know what the people who live in the upper and lower rooms will think when they hear it, and he can't hear it at all. The more he worked, the more familiar he became, the young master stopped talking, and sat quietly against the wall.

His face resembles the face of a Buddha fetus in the Buddha bathing festival, with no expression, and his eyes are fixed on one place without blinking.

Later, the young master fell asleep.