Perhaps because of the "first difficulty" mentioned by Zhang Li, Zhang Cheng's head is buzzing now, but he still supports the ground.

Zhang Cheng lowered the window and tried to open his sleepy eyelids.

He saw a familiar face.

In his hand, he was holding a cold object.

The strength and spirit were exhausted, and Zhang Cheng's head fell on the car window.

Zhang Zhongshi breathed in the cold air of the mountains and asked, "Can you let me do it myself?" ”

Yuan Qi stretched out his hand, lifted Zhang Cheng's head, and took a good look: "Such a waste? Can't even carry a triple note? Hope for Tianyan City? Hmph, my sister is blowing too much, right? ”

Zhang Zhongshi saw that Yuan Qi had been chattering at Zhang Chengmo, and the raging anger in his heart was a little uncontrollable: "Brother Yuan, it's better for me to feed him first, let him go to Huangquan first, and then you can play with him well!" ”

"Corpses? What would I be interested in the dead? Yuan Qi squinted at Zhang Zhongshi: "Do you think that if I take the corpse back, can I give my sister an errand?" ”

"Your sister? At the beginning, we talked about it, I provided information, as long as Zhang Cheng's life, all the men and women he accompanied him could be disposed of by you, your Yuan family, wouldn't you even have this credibility? ”

"Hahaha, reputation? The trace of a small ant in Tianyan City, our Yuan family can see it, the last time I went to the restaurant, it was just to add an extra insurance! This is my first time working away from home, so how many times should I take out insurance? Yuan Qi looked at Zhang Zhongshi like a dead man: "Let's go to reunite with your son!" ”

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"Zhangzhong City has already dealt with it, what about the rest of the people in the taxi?"

The man in black had already poured a tube of liquid into Zhang Cheng's mouth and dragged it into another car.

Yuan Qi looked at Wu Xuanqing's sleeping face and swallowed his saliva, but finally held back: "This is not our territory, there will be trouble if you stay for a long time, leave it here..... Pay attention to the road ahead, and now start to cheer up and go back to Huocheng! ”

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"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

"You are the son-in-law of the Yuan family, you used to be a teacher in a middle school, and you were favored by the eldest lady, so you went to the Yuan family upside down, and since then you have been loyal to protect the eldest lady."

"Big... Miss? ”

"Yuan Xiaonuan is also your first love and the love of your life."

"Beloved...... Parted....... University...... I correspond...... Scored 99 points......"

"You didn't go to college, you met Yuan Xiaonuan in Huocheng, you fell in love with each other and never separated."

"Never separated...... Teaching...... I'm not a teacher......"

"Do you remember trigonometry? Recite it to me? You are a math teacher in Huocheng No. 1 Middle School, in the first class of high school. ”

"I don't teach math, I hate math the most......"

"So, you're a Chinese teacher?"

"Yes, I like the Chinese teacher."

"No, you're a Chinese teacher, leading students to memorize texts...... Do you remember the text? ”

"Texts? Remember...... Mr. Lu Xun is my idol......"

"Quick, recite a paragraph for me, just like you did for the students in the audience before......"

"But I'm ...... I think I've taught students about signals and systems somewhere......"

"It's a language, memorize it quickly!"

“...... It's ......"

Zhang Cheng closed his eyes, lying in an adult-made crib, in a pure white space, slowly reciting the text:"

The layout of the hotels in Luzhen is different from other places: they are all large counters in the shape of a curved ruler on the street, and hot water is prepared in the cabinet, which can warm wine at any time. The laborers, who left their work in the afternoon and evening, spent four copper coins every time to buy a bowl of wine,—— which was more than 20 years ago, and now each bowl has to rise to ten yuan,—— standing outside the counter, drinking hot and resting; If you are willing to spend an extra penny, you can buy a plate of salt-boiled bamboo shoots, or fennel beans, to make wine, if you get more than a dozen yuan, then you can buy a meat dish, but these customers, most of them are short-clothed gangs, and most of them are not so generous. Only those who wore long shirts walked into the house next door to the storefront, asked for wine and food, and sat down and drank slowly. Since I was twelve years old, I have been working as a clerk in the Xianheng Hotel at the entrance of the town, and the shopkeeper said that I looked too stupid to be afraid that I would not be able to wait for the patrons of the cheongsam, so I should do something outside. The short-clothed customers outside, although they are easy to talk, but there are also a lot of nagging and entanglement. They often have to watch the rice wine scooped out of the jar with their own eyes, see if there is water at the bottom of the pot, and see with their own eyes that the pot is put in hot water, and then rest assured: under this severe supervision, it is also very difficult to get water. So a few days later, the shopkeeper said that I couldn't do this. Fortunately, the recommendation was so popular that he couldn't be dismissed, so he changed to a boring position in charge of warm wine. I've been standing at the counter all day long, in charge of my job. Although there is no dereliction of duty, I always feel a little monotonous and a little boring. The shopkeeper has a fierce face, and the patron has no good voice, and he can't teach people to be lively; Only when Kong Yiji arrives at the store can he laugh a few times, so he still remembers it. Kong Yiji was the only person who stood and drank while wearing a long shirt. He was very tall; pale complexion, often with some scars between wrinkles; A raged gray beard. Although it was a long shirt, it was dirty and torn, and it seemed that it had not been mended or washed for more than ten years. When he speaks to people, he is always full of words, so that people don't understand what they don't understand. Because his surname is Kong, others took a nickname for him from the half-understood words of "Shangda Kong Yiji" on the red paper, called Kong Yiji. As soon as Kong Yiji arrived at the store, all the drinkers looked at him and laughed, and some exclaimed, "Kong Yiji, you have a new scar on your face!" He did not answer, but said to the cupboard, "Two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans." "Then he discharged a lot of money. They deliberately shouted, "You must have stolen something from someone else!" Kong Yiji opened his eyes wide and said, "Why do you slander people's innocence out of thin air...... "What innocence?" I saw with my own eyes the day before yesterday that you stole the He family's books and hung them to beat them. Kong Yiji's face turned red, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and he argued, "Stealing books can't be considered stealing...... Steal books! …… Can the things of the reader be regarded as stealing? The succession was difficult to understand, what "the gentleman is poor", what "the person cares" and so on, which caused everyone to laugh: the inside and outside of the store were filled with happy air. Listening to people talking behind their backs, Kong Yiji used to have also studied, but in the end he didn't go to school and couldn't make a living; So he got poorer and poorer, and he got to the point where he was about to beg for food. Fortunately, he wrote a good handwriting, so he copied books for others and exchanged them for a bowl of rice to eat. It's a pity that he has another bad temper, that is, he is lazy and lazy. Within a few days, even people, books, paper, pens and inkstones disappeared. After a few times, there was no one who asked him to copy the book. Kong Yiji has no law, so he will inevitably do some stealing by accident. But in our shop, his character is better than everyone else's, that is, he never defaults; Although there was no cash from time to time, it was temporarily recorded on the chalkboard, but within a month, it would definitely be paid off, and Kong Yiji's name was wiped off the chalk. Kong Yiji drank half a bowl of wine, and his flushed face gradually recovered, and the others asked again, "Kong Yiji, do you really know how to read?" Kong Yiji looked at the person who asked him, showing a disdainful look. Then they said, "Why can't you even get half of your talent?" Kong Yiji immediately showed a depressed and uneasy appearance, his face was covered with a layer of gray, and he said something in his mouth; This time, it's all about people and so on, and some don't understand. At this time, everyone also burst into laughter: the inside and outside of the store were filled with a cheerful air. "How much? Not much either. On several occasions, the neighbor children heard the laughter and rushed to the scene, surrounding Kong Yiji. And he gave one to each of them. After eating the beans, the child still did not disperse, and his eyes were looking at the plate. Kong Yiji panicked, stretched out his five fingers to cover the plate, bent down and said, "It's not much, I'm not much." He straightened up and looked at the beans again, shook his head and said, "No more, no more!" How much? Not much either. So the group of children scattered in laughter. Kong Yiji is like this to make people happy, but without him, others will live like this. One day, about two or three days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the shopkeeper was slowly checking out, taking off the powder board, and suddenly said, "Kong Yiji hasn't been here for a long time." I still owe nineteen dollars! "I also think he hasn't been here for a long time. One of the drinkers said, "How could he come?" …… He broke his leg. The shopkeeper said, "Oh! "He's still stealing. This time, he was in a faint and stole to Ding Juren's house. Did he steal his things? "What happened?" "How? First wrote a defense, then a beating, fought for most of the night, and then discounted the leg. "And then?" "Later, I discounted my legs." "What about the discount?" "How? …… Who knows? Xu is dead. The shopkeeper didn't ask anymore, and still slowly settled his account. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the autumn wind is cooler and cooler day by day, looking at the early winter; I've been on fire all day, and I've had to put on a padded jacket. In the second half of the day, there was not a single customer, and I was sitting with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I heard a voice, "Wen a bowl of wine." "It's a very low voice, but it's familiar. There was no one at all. Standing up and looking out, Kong Yiji sat on the threshold under the counter. His face was black and thin, and he was no longer in shape; Wear a torn jacket, cross your legs, put a pouch underneath, and hang it on your shoulders with a straw rope; When he saw me, he said, "Wen a bowl of wine." The shopkeeper also stretched out his head and said, "Kong Yiji?" You still owe nineteen dollars! Kong Yiji replied with a depressed back, "This ...... Pay it off next time. This time it's cash, and the wine is good. The shopkeeper said to him with a smile as usual, "Kong Yiji, you have stolen something again!" But this time he was not very different, and just said, "Don't make fun of it!" "Teasing? If you don't steal, how can you break your leg? Kong Yiji said in a low voice, "Fall, fall, fall......" His eyes were very similar to begging the shopkeeper not to mention it again. At this time, a few people had gathered, and they all laughed with the shopkeeper. I warmed the wine, took it out, and put it on the threshold. He took out a large sum of four pennies from his rag pocket, and put it in my hand, and when I saw that his hands were full of mud, he used this hand to come. After a while, he finished drinking, and then sat down and walked slowly with this hand amid the laughter of others. Since then, I haven't seen Kong Yiji for a long time. At the end of the year, the shopkeeper took off the chalk board and said, "Kong Yiji still owes nineteen dollars!" In the Dragon Boat Festival of the second year, he said, "Kong Yiji still owes nineteen dollars!" "I didn't say it until the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I didn't see him at the end of the year. I haven't seen it until now—about Kong Yiji is indeed dead.

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