With a chuckle, Yang Xiu turned from the direction of the room, holding a dim oil lamp in his hand, reflecting a yellow halo on his face, in this black light, it was indescribably weird.

Yang Xiu's mouth was holding a purple flower, and he looked at Huang Zheng with contempt, the subtext in his eyes was so obvious, he didn't need to guess Huang Zheng to know that he was not far from ten.

Huang Zheng rolled the man's eyes and said indifferently: "Yang Yimao, you thief!" My aunt and grandmother want to get their things back, so give them back to me. ”

Yang Xiu snorted lightly, took the fish crochet needle on the kang in his hand, and said with a smile: "You really want to take it back, don't regret it?" ”

Huang Zheng straightened up and looked at Yang Xiu like a leopard, ready to attack at any time.

Yang Xiu unhurriedly put the oil lamp on the table, took the fish crochet needle in his hand, shook it in front of Huang Zheng's eyes, and said, "Do you know why I took this needle alone, instead of an embroidery needle or an awl?" ”

Huang Zheng snorted contemptuously from his nose, and said indifferently: "I'm not a roundworm in your stomach, how can I know the flowery intestines and ghosts in your stomach." ”

Yang Xiu didn't care about Huang Zheng's bad words at all, turned back to the room, and took out a pheasant.

Maybe the person who kills the chicken is not skilled, and he doesn't know that killing the chicken can only cut the throat; Or the manpower that killed the chicken was too big, and he directly cut the deep throat, so that the pheasant was in a different place at once.

The chickens are not killed very well, but they are meticulously cleaned up and very clean.

The head and the feathers on the chicken's body were clean, and the stomach was gutted out, and it looked like a naked-naked chicken.

Yang Xiu ignored Huang Zheng's surprise, put the pheasant on the table, put the fish crochet needle in front of the oil lamp, carefully threaded the flesh-colored thread at the nose of the needle, placed the pheasant's head and body with his left hand, and held the looper needle and thread in his right hand, and sewed it up one by one!!

My God, Yang Yimao is threading the needle and sewing the pheasant's head!! The stewed chicken is also stewed into pieces, but he sewed it up again, and the girl is a ten-out of ten neurosis!

Huang Zheng looked at Yang Xiu doing such a strange thing for some reason, and there was always an ominous premonition in his heart, but he couldn't tell what kind of ominous it was, looking at it, he actually forgot the purpose of his trip, and quietly looked at Yang Xiu's sutures.

Although Yang Xiu is a man, the sewing is first-class and meticulous, and the flesh-colored thread is sewn into the chicken skin, and it is tightly sewn, and it is impossible to see that it is sewn back.

After a while, Yang Xiu sewed the head of the chicken and the body of the chicken together, picked it up and looked at it, always felt that something was wrong, suddenly slapped his thigh, and suddenly realized: "I actually sewed the head upside down, haha, if it is alive, this chicken can only look backwards in the future, not forward." ”

Huang Zheng's face darkened, thinking that this Yang Xiu must have schizophrenia, doing these inexplicable things, and said impatiently: "Give me back the needle, no one will play with you." ”

Yang Xiu looked at Huang Zheng in surprise and said, "Play? You say it's playing? This suturing is not a little baby's play. Last night, the executioner Wang Sihu cut off a person's head, and the head was in a different place, which was stitched up by the master. Tut-tut, my good man, when the stitches were sewn, the man's head was cut off for only a short time, the cavity was hot, the eyes were staring, the flesh and muscles were tight, and the smell of blood permeated the entire morgue, just like today, the master took a big bun of flowers to remove the smell of blood, and sewed up the man's head and body one by one, and it took the master a full hour of time......"