I took out my phone, found the number of the scumbag, and dialed it.

"Hey, Wang Tao."

Brother Scum's side was full of people and it was extremely noisy.

"Where are you, why haven't you come back yet?"

I raised my voice and rubbed my aching arm.

"My kid was hit by a car after school, and I'm at the train station right now."

Brother Scum's voice was a little trembling, and he spoke quickly, completely panicked.

"What? Is the kid okay? ”

I stood up with a hula and walked out into the courtyard.

"I don't know yet, I said it was in the hospital."

Brother scumbag cried.

"I'll go find you."

"No need, what's the use of you coming to the top, take care of the house, I'll get in the car first, call us."

After the scumbag brother finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and I stood alone in the empty courtyard, looking a little lost and desolate.

Usually when Brother Scumbag is at home, he feels very lively, but Brother Scumbag leaves suddenly, and he is still a little uncomfortable.

I sat on a bench in the yard, smoked a cigarette, my whole body was very sore, I hadn't eaten dinner yet, I had a busy day today, and I forgot to buy groceries when I came back, I went to the cupboard, opened it and checked, there were no leftovers except a few bowls and chopsticks.

I sighed, took out my phone and wanted to order a takeout, but the phone screen didn't light up, I was shocked, I called the scumbag brother just now, there should still be 50% of the electricity, I walked back to the basement, connected the charger to the phone, there was no response at all, is it broken again?

I remember when I first came to this city, this mobile phone was broken once, now is a critical period, don't be bad, I looked for a while on the bed of the scumbag, and found an outdated old man's machine, although it can't install WeChat, but it can make up calls, make do with it first, when do you have time to repair my slow mobile phone.

I walked out of the yard and into the street, the sky had completely darkened, rows of street lamps stood on the side of the road, illuminating the wide street, some of the small shops selling clothes were closed, and the green roller shutters were pulled down and covered with small advertisements.

There were far fewer pedestrians on the streets, and they hurried along the road, and the tired bodies of a busy day could only be comforted when they returned home.

I came to a snack street, with all kinds of special snack bars, spicy hot pot, cross-bridge rice noodles, steamed dumplings and fried dumplings, fast food stir-fry, home-style pies, cold skin rice noodles and so on.

I walked into a dumpling shop, where there were a number of customers, most of them were student-looking couples, wearing school uniforms, talking and laughing, and there were a few laughs and scoldings from time to time.

I found a place to sit down by the door, and a waiter came up with a small notebook in his hand, looked at me and said, "What kind of dumplings do you want to eat?" ”

She spoke with a strong local accent, and since I heard it as a dumpling stuffed with leeks first.

When she saw me looking at her with a puzzled expression, she raised her voice and asked again, "What kind of dumplings do you want to eat?" ”

This time I understood, and hurriedly said, "Uh, is there any sauerkraut filling?" ”

"Yes, how much?"

She looked down and swiped on the notebook.

"Let's get a pound."

She stopped her pen and looked at me with disdain, as if to say can you eat it?

"Okay, wait a minute."

She turned and walked away.

The whole street is like a big night market, full of food stalls, barbecue, shabu-shabu, grilled squid, scallop vermicelli, leek boxes, pancakes, fruits, etc., as well as pets, including bunnies, goldfish, huskies, little Siamese cats, Labrado and so on.

Cute pets put into the cage, looking out with a look of ignorance, as if they are a prisoner, and like a fish to be slaughtered, there are a few lively corgis to attract the favor of many customers, they put their fingers into the cage, the little corgi sticks out his tongue and licks, causing everyone to laugh.

The sauerkraut dumplings were served, good guys, there were two large plates of dumplings per catty, which was obviously beyond my food range.

I looked at the waiter and wondered, "It's not a pound, is it?" ”

"What? Is it more or less? ”

She squinted her eyes, and her attitude was very bad and tricky.

"Oh, it's fine."

I thought to myself, just eat first, I can't eat any leftovers, pack it back, and I can eat it for breakfast tomorrow morning.

I picked up a dumpling, put it in my mouth and chewed it, tasted it for a while, and then frowned, what kind of taste is this, bitter and salty, it's hard to swallow.

But I was so hungry that I wasn't picky, so I picked up the second dumpling and took a bite, uh, what is this, I put the dumplings in the bowl and looked closely.

When I opened the dumplings, since there were two long hairs wrapped in the sauerkraut filling, my stomach cramped, and I almost vomited out the dumplings I had just eaten.

"Waiter."

I put down my chopsticks and shouted.

After a while, the waiter twisted his bloated fat waist and walked over with an impatient expression.

"What's wrong?"

She glared at me as if I were a beggar for food.

"What is this?"

I was a little angry, so I picked up the bowl on the table and handed it to her.

"What's wrong with the hair?"

She made a gesture of course, which made me even more angry.

I threw the bowl on the table, and with a thud, she shivered unnaturally.

"You know that your hair is still straight, is that how you do business?"

I slapped the table, stood up, and screamed loudly.

Who knew that she still looked high, she pursed her mouth and muttered softly: "If you have money, you can go to a high-end restaurant to eat, I didn't force you to come to my house, and besides, isn't it normal to eat one or two hairs." ”

After saying that, he gave me another blank look.

"Go and call your boss."

I shouted with no fear.

She stood still, hunched over, arms folded, pouting, completely oblivious to my cries.

When the couple in the restaurant heard the quarrel, they all turned their heads to look at me, looking at me with disdain, and treating me as a nitpicker.

This is the black shop, I instantly understood in my heart, but why do students and couples come to patronize the black shop, am I a foreigner, with a northern accent?

At this time, a rough man came out of the kitchen, he was about 1.75 meters tall, with big and round shoulders, a bald head, a naked upper body, and a dragon head tattooed on his chest.

"What's going on?"

He frowned, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and stuffed it into his mouth, and the waiter, seeing this, took out a lighter from his apron and lit it to the bald head neatly.

"Brother, this kid has nothing to do, he eats a hair in the dumplings, and he has to ask for an explanation."

The waiter made a look of grievance and snuggled up to the bald chest tremblingly.

Seeing this scene, my heart was about to explode, I clenched my fists, gritted my teeth and said, "Don't say it's useless, either make me a new plate, otherwise I won't pay." ”

"Little cub, where are you messing around? Do you know what kind of place this is, you can eat if you want to, if you don't want to eat, settle the account, where do you come from, go where you go, take advantage of your good mood, don't let yourself not get off the stage. ”

He spat at my feet, pursed his lips again, took a cigarette in his mouth, and bit the cigarette holder fiercely, with an expression that a dead pig was not afraid of boiling water.

When I came out of my hometown, my parents told me not to fight outside, let go of impetuousness, and do things in a down-to-earth manner, these words came to my ears again, I tried to restrain myself, suppressed my anger, stabilized my restless emotions, looked at the waiter with an expressionless face and said, "How much, I will pay the bill." ”

"120 bucks."

The waiter didn't think about it, and casually said the sky-high price.

"What? I just ordered a pound of dumplings, why are they so expensive. ”

I tried to defend myself.

"The sauerkraut you eat is shipped from the Northeast, so it's naturally expensive."

The bald head flicked the ashes of his cigarette and looked at me with disdain on his face.

I trembled, my muscles exposed, my heart beat violently, my teeth rattled, and I said coldly, "What if I don't give this money?" ”

My eyes were red, my whole body was hot, and there was a fire burning in my body.

"Don't give money? I'm going to kill you. ”

The bald man threw away the cigarette in his hand and looked at me fiercely.

The reason why people are human is because they have a bottom line, and once they cross the critical point of human nature, they can only be called animals.

I grabbed the porcelain bowl on the table and hit it directly on the bald head, and with a bang, the bowl shattered, and a hole was smashed on the bald and shiny head, and blood flowed down the forehead.

He clutched his head and yelled, "Fuck, I'm going to kill you." ”

He pounced on me like a crazy bull, and I didn't have time to dodge, he knocked me to the ground, and with a bang, the table behind me was smashed, and the soy sauce bottle and vinegar bottle fell down.

The bald man grabbed me by the collar tightly, picked up a fist, and hit me hard in the face, only to feel the burning pain in my cheeks.

"Shoot him, kill him, phew."

The waiter was cheering, I was like a slave in the Colosseum, and the bald man was used by the waiter as an executioner under the command of a dignitary.

As soon as I turned my head, I saw the vinegar bottle on the ground, I stretched out my hand with difficulty, grasped the top of the bottle, used all my strength, picked up my arm, only to hear a bang, the vinegar bottle shattered, and the old vinegar in the bottle spilled out, fused with the bald blood, and turned purple and black.

He let out a pig-killing howl and collapsed to the ground, rolling back and forth with his bleeding head in his hands.

I got up, frowned, rubbed the swollen side of my face, and glared at the waiter viciously.

She was completely frightened, looking at the man crying on the ground who was crying for her father and mother, she forgot to scream, but just froze in place, her eyes were wooden, her body trembled, and she made an incredible expression.

I didn't bother to observe her, pushed away the crowd of spectators at the door, and walked out of the shop with a grin.

There are still people on both sides of the street, lively and lively, there is a food stall not far away, stinky tofu is frying, the breeze is blowing, the air is filled with a mixture of fragrance and smell, I took a deep breath, and was about to turn around and leave, when the waiter's yin and yang accent came from behind me: "Stop, you want to leave after beating people?" ”