Sighing slightly, I lay down on the soft sofa. Small·Say·· Why is Shou Fa still so restless, could it be that tonight will not go well?

"By the way, I noticed that." Yang Junfei suddenly asked, "When did you start wearing high-necked clothes?" It's still a thin T-shirt in the morning. ”

"I'm cold, I can't do it!" I frowned.

Hands, touching the place of the neck. Alas, this bronze head is really getting more and more troublesome!

Date: May 27 at one o'clock in the morning

"Interesting, really interesting." Yan Biao stuck in a pistol, and he didn't know why he was secretly cool.

Zhao Yu and Li Rui glanced up at him.

"Don't you want to know why I'm so happy?" He couldn't help but look at the two of them who were ready. The night was dark and oppressive, and the police station opposite was brightly lit, but almost no one came or went. It is even more unthinkable that a terrible catastrophe will befall you.

"So, why are you so happy?" Li Rui played with the human avatar in his hand.

"Because, hey, I suddenly remembered a man I killed yesterday morning." Yan Biao looked like a child who had done a good deed, and his expression was excited: "Do you want to listen?" Want to know or not? Well, do you want to know? ”

Zhao Yu was a little helpless, "Let's hear it." ”

"Hehe, yesterday, it was a Sunday when the weather wasn't too good, and it was a little cold. It's not a good day for a walk. Well, I'll admit I'm a weird person, but there are a lot of weirdos who go shopping on those days. The streets are bustling and unexpectedly very popular. Yan Biao's face flushed proudly, "So, it's a good day to relax." So I ran out for a walk by myself.

I don't bother to describe the things during the period, and I have all marked them with ellipsis. Anyway, out of the supermarket, I didn't go far, I saw a man.

The man was about thirty, dressed in black armor, well-dressed, and his black leather shoes were shiny. He squatted on the ground and wrote a line of words on the ground with difficulty with chalk, a very sloppy line

Please give a little money to buy food and call home. ’

The handwriting is not very good, and it is even a little distorted. He just crouched on the ground, his head buried, and his eyes stared at the line he had written. There were many passers-by coming and going beside him, and those people were laughing, fighting, and crowded.

He just crouched there, in the middle of that bustling street. The crowd flowed like flowing water, and when it came to him, it was like hitting a reef, and they parted and gathered again, still laughing and playing, and leaving unhurriedly with their own steps.

I glanced at him like a thousand passers-by passing by. At that glance, my heart was slightly touched. He was dressed in leather collars, not like those who pretended to beg for food, and dressed himself up as a handicapped person or a wretched man with children and daughters, and so on. The piece of land in front of him where he was writing was already very flowery, and it seemed that the line had been written and erased, wiped and written.

Was there something he was struggling with?

Perhaps.

Brothers, do you think that modern people are very strange, and begging people are not willing to lend a hand if they are not dressed enough to touch the string called sympathy in their hearts. What's more, it's the kind of man who squats on the ground and doesn't dare to look up all the time. So no matter how many times he erased the words in front of him and how many times he wrote them, the front of him was still empty. No one will lend a hand, at most like me, good looking, and then resolutely walk away, and the next second completely forget his figure in the bottom of my heart.

What kind of difficulties did he encounter? It looks like a person who is on a business trip, could it be that he has been deceived? Or did he lose everything he had? Don't have a penny left?

So I turned back and gently put down a dollar in front of him. The man still kept his head down, didn't say 'thank you' like the other beggars, didn't say anything, just squatted and silently squatted.

I smiled at him and turned to leave, when suddenly someone shouted in surprise, 'He's crying, you see, that guy is crying.'" ’

The man was literally crying. He squatted, didn't snort, and tears flowed down his eyes.

I'm very gloomy. A man's crying, even when the mountains and rivers are exhausted, will not shed tears for no reason. Maybe that man is desperate, but men have dignity. So I pulled out my gun, and around the corner, aimed at his head and hooked the trigger.

You didn't see it at the time, but all the blood-red brains spurted out, and the fresh blood sprinkled all over the people who had suddenly found out that they had gathered around him to give money. It's so cool, I feel like I'm shaking all over my body! ”

Yan Biao hugged his body hard, and his face was full of happy smiles.

Zhao Yu listened patiently, looked at his watch, and then signaled to the two of them, "According to the plan, get ready to act!" ”

Date: May 27 at 11 a.m

"Stinky boy, it's just a little love, why do you have an expression of wanting to die or rush to mourn!" Ye Feng sat in the police station with Erlang's legs crossed and worked overtime, probably annoyed by the bastard who was crying with a photo of his ex-girlfriend, so he simply stood up and poured him a cup of coffee.

"But she would actually ask me to break up, and I, woo, I was so good to her, and I gave her every month's salary. She also gave gifts to her parents during the New Year's holidays, damn! I didn't have a good time with my parents. The guy cried even more aggrieved.

"Damn, Seinfeld, you're still not a man!" Ye Feng patted him on the shoulder hard, "A woman is not just good to her, she will follow you with all her heart." Like your sister-in-law, I haven't treated her very well, and she hasn't followed me around with her eyes yet. ”

"Woo, a woman like my sister-in-law is a rare ruthless character on the entire earth, we are just ordinary human beings." Seinfeld cried pitifully even louder.

Although this sentence seems like a compliment, why does it sound more and more uncomfortable the more you think about it? Forget it, you're sad, this peerless handsome guy doesn't blame you. Ye Feng looked unhappy, and slapped someone's back a few times with his bear paw, with a look of revenge and revenge, and there was nothing to fight cheaply, "Come, drink a cup of coffee, be happy." ”

Seinfeld sobbed, holding the hot coffee cup with both hands, "I'm like this, how happy I am." ”

"Hehe, your sister-in-law has a classic saying. When I was unhappy, she often said that a person's happiness is not because he has more, but because he cares less. ”

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