"Tuk! Sincere! Sincere! There was a knock at the door, and when I opened it, I saw a smiling face.

Han Xiaoyu looked at the ever-changing Mo Xiaoxin, and a sentence flashed in his mind: "Nothing to do, either a traitor or a thief." He caught a glimpse of the yellowed picture she was holding in her hand, which depicted a peasant woman feeding pigs in a pigsty, and the pig was quite pleasing to the eye, but the peasant woman was so ugly that she could not bear to look at it: the peasant woman's hair was unkempt, her eyes were distracted, her eyebrows were like two caterpillars, her cheekbones were high, her nose was collapsed, her mouth was shriveled, and beside her was a wooden barrel, and she held a spoon in her hand and smashed it against a sow in front of her. At the foot of the painting is a crooked line written: "Mother is feeding the pigs." ”

The girl carefully handed this award-winning work that painted people like pigs and dogs to Han Xiaoyu, and said, "Keep it for me, don't lose it." ”

"If you lose it, I'll pay you one!" Han Xiaoyu's hands are itchy, and he can't help but want to paint, he just uses his toes to paint, and it is a hundred times better than this one.

When Mo Xiaoxin heard this, she glanced at him: "You just blow it, except for eating eggs, I can't think of what else you will do." ”

Han Xiaoyu smiled and said, "I learned it secretly. ”

Mo Xiaoxin smiled, looked at Han Xiaoyu with idiot eyes and said, "Also, you sleepwalk every night to study abroad and learn to paint!" She snorted, took two steps, and then turned to Han Xiaoyu and said, "Next month, I heard that the school's Youth League Committee will organize a painting competition for all students on May Fourth Youth Day. ”

Han Xiaoyu didn't refute, but he remembered it.

Soon it was Saturday, Han Xiaoyu heard the sound of Mo Xiaoxin's mobile phone alarm clock at more than five o'clock, he got up in a hurry, put on the old coat that his father wore from the bottom of the closet at home last night, and after thinking about it, he put the sleeves of the coat on his body in turn, and also wore his father's fat pants and a pair of old cloth shoes, brought a straw hat, and followed Mo Xiaoxin out of the door from a distance. Of course, he didn't dare to ride his broken bicycle, but borrowed a bicycle from a family in the village for a day, and tied a bamboo basket to the back seat of the car, just like the old man in the village who sells eggs on the street in the morning.

Mo Xiaoxin played with her mobile phone while riding a bicycle when she left the house, and several times she wiped some points and fell to the ground with the car. She looked back at the old man who was struggling to pedal his bicycle behind her, and didn't realize that she was being followed.

In the distance, Han Xiaoyu saw a van parked at a three-way intersection, and there were three men and a woman of the same age as her standing next to the car, the woman had a red and very stylish explosive head, a set of short casual clothes, and the other two men knew at a glance that they were gangsters on the street, one was wearing white clothes, and the other was wearing black clothes, and the one in black was the gangster who wanted to grab Mo Xiaoxin's handlebar on the street that day.

[Little brother, they are going by car, the address on WeChat has not changed, you just go directly to the destination. The kitten's warm voice sounded.

Han Xiaoyu thought for a while, bypassed the van, and instead of going directly to the destination, he rode the bicycle into the police station.

When Mo Xiaoxin saw the three of them, she was very excited, especially when she saw "Brother Sullen" generously give her a hug, her heart was pounding.

"Well, it's three hundred dollars." Mo Xiaoxin handed over the fee to the little flower demon for safekeeping, and the three of them got into the car. After Mo Xiaoxin sat down, she found that there was a dark-skinned, squinting man sitting in the passenger cab looking at her with straight eyes.