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Then the man who spoke said, "Yes, you can make do with it first." ”

He said: "She is crying and screaming, can her voice work?" ”

As soon as he asked, the two family members looked at him, thinking that he was concerned about the shopkeeper's wife, and said first: "If you are not afraid of being kicked, you can talk to him." ”

After listening to the words, he said no more, and after a while, he said, "You can sit here, and I will go back to my room." As he spoke, he hugged his fists at them and walked to the small room.

The two family members watched as they entered the small room and wiped the sweat from their heads and faces.

But he said that the shopkeeper who stabbed the throat sat in the carriage and drove the horse, and pulled the wounded rich man. The rich man lay on the carriage with his hands on his crotch, looked at the shopkeeper who was driving the carriage, and endured the pain: "Can you hurry up?" ”

The shopkeeper stabbed his throat very violently, spoke quietly, and replied: "There are so many people on the street that the carriage can't be lifted." ”

The rich man looked up and saw that there were so many people that it was better to walk faster in a carriage. He said, "Why don't you carry me on your back and give the carriage to someone." ”

The chauffeur held the horse rope with one hand and stabbed his throat very violently with the other, he was also afraid, he was not afraid of other places, because he hit someone, and beating someone was illegal, but he was more serious than beating someone, and it was serious not because of other places, but because of the harm caused to the other party. He is not afraid of other places, he is afraid of lawsuits. He said: "I'm also anxious, you bear with it first." ”

The rich man did not know what he was thinking, but he thought that he had kicked himself and was not happy, so he said a good thing. Said: "Are you in a hurry, can you hurry up?" ”

The dead boy's father stabbed him in the throat and said, "I'm fast, why don't I bump into someone again?" ”

The rich man lay down in the carriage and looked at him and said, "If you are not happy, won't I be able to keep it?" ”

The child's father listened and thought: "Does he keep the great sin, or can't he keep the great sin?" Somehow, after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure it out, so he asked, "Do you say, is this person a great sin to be kicked out, or is it a great sin to be kicked completely?" ”

The rich man covered his crotch and endured the pain, and when he heard this, he looked at the dead cub and his father, and said, "How do I know, can you hurry up?" ”

The child's father stabbed his throat violently and said, "If you are strong, you will be at the hospital after a while." ”

The rich man looked up at the street, saw that it was not South Street, and asked, "Where have you gone?" ”

The boy stabbed his throat very violently, and said, "Where do you not recognize this?" ”

The rich man said: "Turn down Village South Street, there is a medical hall not far away, where did you go?" ”

The child's father stabbed his throat very violently and listened: "What are you doing with your light covering, why didn't you say it earlier, it's all gone away?" As he spoke, he stopped the carriage, not knowing whether to go forward or back.

The rich man stood up, looked at it, and said, "Go!" ”

The child's father stabbed him in the throat very violently and said, "Where are you going?" ”

"Hospital!" The rich man yelled at the stabbing shopkeeper.

The kid's father stabbed his throat very hard and said, "Which hospital are you going to?" ”

"Which one? Whoever the you say! The rich man felt even more pain in his hurry.

The child's father stabbed his throat very much, and just wanted to speak, but he only heard "Ga! A small sound stabbed his throat, and the shopkeeper shouted, "Oops! ”・・・

When the rich man heard the sound, he looked up at the shopkeeper who was stabbing his throat, and when he saw that he was no longer stabbing his throat, he choked his neck instead. said: "What's wrong, you're broken too?" ”

The shopkeeper stabbed his throat and pinched his neck, "Humph! I can't say a word. At this time, he raised his whip and smoked his horse, making a "hum" sound. The horse went forward in pain and neighed a few times.

As soon as the horse was in pain, it walked quickly, and the people in the street avoided it one after another. The shopkeeper grabbed his neck and told the horse to go faster, for he was anxious to look at his throat. When the rich man lying in the carriage saw it, he covered his crotch and said, "You broke yourself, are you too fast?" I don't know why I scolded the shopkeeper in my throat.

The throat shopkeeper pinched his throat all the way and smoked the horse all the way, he couldn't make a sound, and he was so anxious that he could only pump the horse frequently. The horse was frequently beaten with whips, and even did not care about rushing forward, and the people on the street saw it and hurriedly avoided it, and inevitably bumped into other people and other things, and scolded when they were hit: "Hey! That chokes the ground, I'll fuck you! ”

When the throat pinching shopkeeper saw that the medical hall had arrived, he immediately pulled the horse rope with one hand, "Hmph! ”

The horse lifted its front hooves, stopped abruptly, and moved forward.

Due to inertia, the rich man sat up directly, "Oops! Covering his crotch, he screamed.

The throat-pinching shopkeeper jumped out of the carriage, turned around and pinched his neck and pointed at the medical hall and "hummed" at the rich man twice, then turned around and jumped towards the medical hall.

The rich man saw him leap towards the infirmary, clutched his crotch and shouted, "Ah! ”

The choke shopkeeper walked directly into the medical hall, leaving the rich man in the carriage. The rich man got out of the carriage with his crotch in his hands, and walked hurried with his teeth bared and grinning. His hurried step is slower than walking in the eyes of others. Everyone turned their eyes to him, and one said, "What's wrong with this person, his feet are broken?" ”

One of the people in the crowd recognized the rich man, and he said, "Isn't that the rich man who is in the coffin shop of the rich family, let me see, his foot is broken?" ”

Another clear-eyed humane: "What's the foot, isn't it obvious to cover your crotch?" ”

"It's really crotch-covering." The crowd looked at each other and said.

One of the people in the crowd said, "That's a hand." ”

The rich man endured the pain and finally moved to the door of the infirmary, leaning against the door and stepping in. He looked back at the crowd and said, "Don't look at it! ”

But he said that the tavern shopkeeper grabbed his throat and walked into the medical hall, jumping straight towards the counter. There are some patients in this medical hall, and some of them are holding medicine. The owner of the medical hall was in the counter, called Wu Shanyi, he had seen the throat stabbing shopkeeper, but he was not familiar with it, seeing him come forward, his footwork was very urgent, and asked, "What's wrong with you, why is it uncomfortable?" ”

The tavern keeper pinched his throat and pointed at it, but he didn't say anything.

The owner of the medical hall can also be said to be the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper of the medical hall doesn't know whether he is pointing to his hands or his neck, and asks: "Where are you uncomfortable, speak, don't hum." ”

The tavern keeper pinched his throat, and when he heard this, he let go of his hand, revealing a throat that was flushed red, and pointed with his finger, still not saying a word "hum".

The shopkeeper looked at his throat and asked, "What's wrong with your throat?" ”

The tavern keeper had an uncomfortable throat, holding his throat with one hand, pointing back and forth with the other, "humming" to him, and I poked the ground with my fingers.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall saw it, but he didn't know what he meant, and said, "I know your throat is red, don't use your old fingers, tell me when you speak, how did your throat tidy up?" ”

"Humph!" The tavern keeper was a little anxious, "Hmph! Keep pointing your finger.

The shopkeeper of the medical hall realized that he couldn't speak, so he said, "Wait, I'll bring you a pen and paper, and you write to me, tell me how your throat is organized." When he finished speaking, he went to get a pen and paper.

Then the rich man covered his crotch and stepped into the door with his feet.