The axe in his hand was raised high and fell heavily, and the firewood in front of Ah Fu had already piled up like a small mountain. Straightened up his sore waist, raised his sleeves and wiped the sweat on his forehead, Ah Fu stopped in the interval, and looked under the old willow tree, a group of pedestrians sat around again, listening to people tell stories and legends about the Yanshan Bridge.

After listening for a while, Ah Fu was just about to raise the axe and continue to chop wood, and swept his eyes, and saw an old man with a gray beard outside the crowd, squeezing forward with his feet struggling, as if he felt that he was far away, and he couldn't really hear it through the ears of the crowd.

Ah Fu carried the axe over and patted the old man on the shoulder.

The old man noticed it, glanced back at Ah Fu, saw the axe in Ah Fu's hand, and then looked at the tea shop that was open next to it, thinking that it was like opening a black shop, insisting on asking people to spend money, so he couldn't help but be a little annoyed, and shouted to Ah Fu: "The sky is bright and the sun is bright, do you still want to do something to the old man?" ”

Ah Fu was stunned for a moment, but he was not stupid, he realized that this old man had a misunderstanding of himself, and he did not explain, but only explained neatly: "Your money bag has been stolen." With that, he bowed his mouth in the direction of the thief.

When the old man heard this, he subconsciously hurriedly touched the brocade bag beside him, and sure enough, he found that it was empty, and then looked at the direction in which the thief left, thinking that he was a habitual offender, and he had already been familiar with the road and slipped away without a trace. The old man came back to his senses, his face changed, he screamed badly, raised his legs and chased in the direction of the thief, and looked, although he was old, his legs and feet were quite good.

In fact, Ah Fu knows the thief, has been staying here, there are only a few people who come and go, this Wutong Town's Yanshan Bridge is considered to be a lively place on the top of the four miles and eight townships, and the pedestrians and idlers who can be recruited to stay, and the hairy thieves who can naturally be recruited can come. The thief who stole the old man's money bag was a scoundrel in a nearby town, because he was seen by Ah Fu a few times when he was stealing, and every time he saw Ah Fu, without waiting for Ah Fu to speak, he glared and gritted his teeth, and scared him viciously. Because of this kind of thing, the shopkeeper's couple also taught Ah Fu a lesson, saying that she was "full of food", Ah Fu rubbed his stomach at that time, and secretly pinched his waist that was not as thick as the shopkeeper's daughter-in-law's legs, thinking that she was always full when she ate, where to eat and survive a few times. But the shopkeeper's couple is trained and trained, and the little gangster should be scared and scared, if Ah Fu sees that the stolen person is well-dressed and not bad, he will be silent, but if he sees the stolen person full of orphans and widows, he can't help but feel compassion and will go to remind a few words.

The old man who had just been stolen looked old, wearing coarse cloth clothes and a foreign accent, Ah Fu felt that it was not easy for him to run around when he was old, if the money was stolen, it was far away from home, and it was indispensable to eat and sleep in the open and starve and be cold, so he was kind and kind, and went up to mention something. If the stubborn old man is lucky, it is good to catch up with the thief, and the thieves are not caught by her bridge, she does not have to be implicated, if the old man does not catch up with the thief, then he can only be blamed for his bad luck.

After chopping the firewood in front of him, Ah Fu put down the axe, stood under the old willow by the river, and looked under the Yanshan Bridge.

Big Viagra hunts all year round, and his ears are very sensitive, when he was free, Ah Fu asked Big Viagra again, and asked him if he heard any movement in the water, but Big Viagra kept shaking his head, and only laughed that Ah Fu had heard a lot of rumors about the Yanshan Bridge all day, and believed it to be true, and began to chatter, and it was enough for her to tell the story of the Yanshan Bridge another day.

Ah Fu was stubborn, opened her mouth to refute a few words, and felt that her feelings were generally not wrong, but after thinking about it, she didn't find anything, so she had to close her mouth, pick up the broom on the side, and sweep the sweet potato peels left by the people listening to the story on the riverbank.

Bit by bit, waiting for the work at hand to clean up, the moon has already risen high on the tip. Ah Fu went back to his firewood shed to wash up, and when he lay down, Fu Jin was already on the grass futon that Ah Fu had woven for him in the corner, humming and purring as a dog.

Extinguishing the oil lamp the size of a soybean grain in the house, Ah Fu lay down tiredly, closed his eyes and just felt that he was about to enter a long dream, when he heard the sound of gurgling water outside, and then, a familiar, but extremely unfamiliar breath slowly approached her. Ah Fu lay on the hard bed and turned over, blaming himself in his heart for being startled, maybe it was because of the shock that he had such hallucinations and auditory hallucinations.

The leaves on the trees blown by the night wind beat each other in a lively and quiet sound, and the moonlight shone into the house through the dilapidated windows, and sprinkled evenly on the ground, making the potholed ground like a layer of crystal white snow.

Ah Fu was thinking about things in his mind, half awake and half confused, he opened his eyes and glanced at the moonlight on the floor, but saw a slender figure embedded in the moonlight, which seemed to be half happy and half melancholy.

Ah Fu woke up suddenly, looked up at the half-open window, and saw the blue white figure outside the window flash by the moonlight, and disappeared in an instant.

In order not to affect the next morning, Ah Fu slept with clothes, and this scene made Ah Fu think that he had encountered a burglar. Ah Fu hurriedly got up and put on his shoes, picked up the axe used to chop wood all day in the firewood shed, and chased him out violently.

After going out of the door, chasing a few steps by the moonlight, Ah Fu saw that under the old willow tree that told the story during the day, there seemed to be a figure curled up, leaning against the trunk of the tree, snoring as coherently as Fujin.

Ah Fu approached, opened his eyes and saw clearly, this person was the old man who had been stolen by the thief during the day, and at this moment the old man had no image and dignity, and the gray clothes on his body were crumpled into a ball as he curled up.

"Hey."

Ah Fu called, but the man was still snoring and didn't make any response, Ah Fu was a little angry, and gently knocked the old man with the axe in his hand, and reprimanded: "What are you doing standing under my window?" Did you lose your money, but you will take revenge and steal me, I tell you, I don't have a copper plate! ”

The old man was disturbed by his good dreams, and when he heard the sound of Ah Fu's words in his ears, he covered his head with his sleeve and said, "Although this immortal is poor, he would rather starve to death than steal." ”

Ah Fu took a step back, she didn't really hear the first sentence, and the latter sentence "don't do anything to steal" was clearly understood, so she hurriedly covered her chest with her hand, clenched the axe in her hand and said: "You old man, my big viagra is a good hunter in the mountains, if you have bad intentions towards me, I will call me big viagra!" After saying that, Ah Fu tentatively probed the inner hall of the main house of the tea shop and called, "Big Viagra!" ”

No one in the main room responded to her, but this sound woke up the sleeping old man in a daze.

The old man sat up, yawned slowly, raised one eye to see Ah Fu's nervous appearance in self-defense, and said with great disdain: "There are countless beauties I have seen in the heavens and the earth, what are you nervous about with a flat pockmarked face?" ”

When Ah Fu heard this, his face turned red and he retorted: "I only have seven pockmarks on my face, and it's not a pockmark face." After that, realizing the old man's self-title, he laughed a few times, crossed his waist and said: "I've heard too many stories in the daytime, what a fairy!" Are you a god? Could it be that you are still the Divine Monarch who fell on the Yanshan Bridge a hundred years ago, or three hundred years ago, or eight hundred years ago? Besides, the gods in the temple are all chic, how can there be someone like you? ”

The old man got up, as if to show his demeanor, so he put the crooked bun on his head that he had pressed when he was sleeping and helped him to the middle of his head. The old man gave up his image, brushed the unkempt sheep's horn mustache on his chin, and explained to Ah Fu: "Naturally, I am not the one who fell on the Yanshan Bridge, but I came this time, but I have something to do with him, I ......"

As soon as the words of affection and justice were properly arranged in his belly, the old man was full of emotion, and he saw Ah Fu covering his mouth and yawning, and a yellow dog running out of the woodshed at his feet and rubbing it, as if he was going to call her back to sleep with him.

Ah Fu saw that there were no thieves but a madman, and he felt tired and sleepy, so he waved his hand at the old man and said: "It's pitiful to lose money when you go out, there is a small shed on the right side of my firewood shed, which is a bit simple, you can spend the night there." Tomorrow, you will go home, what kind of story of the Great Demon God King, if you hear too much, it is just a story, don't take it too seriously. ”