The Rat's IQ is higher than I thought, and it can even be said that it is beyond the scope of my imagination.

Seriously, this mouse is not only able to understand human speech, but also has rich feelings like a living person.

I don't know if it's Qibao that they talk about a lot, or if they are scared by the old man, for me being captured alive in Wangshan Village, the fat mouse blames himself very much.

Since I woke up in the hospital, this mouse has been guarding me every step of the way, even when I go back to the pharmacy, he habitually squeezes a bed with me.......

Every morning, before I woke up, the rat would take turns massaging me with its four little paws.

A few days ago, I thought this mouse was very intimate, and I knew that I was not feeling well, so I secretly gave me a set of health massage.

But after a while, I kind of understood....... Bullshit massage!

This rat just woke up hungry and urged me to go downstairs and get food for it!

I sprinkled fire with it, fought with it, and in the end I still chose to give up my dignity and asked it in a low voice: "Master Mouse, can you wake me up later?" ”

The rat ignored me, lying on the bed very humanely, constantly patting the bed with his little paws, as if urging me to go downstairs and cook for it.

This beast is also picky, and after we are accustomed to eating, we don't care about those melon seeds and peanuts and nuts.

I drank half a glass of liquor with the old man last night and nibbled up a pork knuckle......

I still can't figure out how this beast digested it! You can't have a stomach full of sulfuric acid, right?!

"Squeak!"

"I'll squeak you ancestor! You dead rat have to force me, right?! I'm going to ....... today."

When the rat saw that I was going to be furious, he didn't hesitate, and simply spit out a black "smoke ring" from his mouth.

If I'm not mistaken...... That should be the formation of evil qi in the body of the rat......

"Squeak." The rat kept spitting smoke rings one after another, and the kind of eyes that were almost like a living person were full of suggestiveness.

As the saying goes, power comes out of the barrel of a gun, and a big fist is the last word.

This rat should have realized the true meaning of it, and he relied on me to be unable to do it, so he dared to treat me as an errand runner.

In desperation, I could only go downstairs with a frustrated face, take out a piece of pre-prepared sauce beef from the refrigerator, cut some for it and send it up.

After eating and drinking, the rat didn't toss me anymore, kept patting his round belly, lying on the bed with his head up, squeaking and screaming.

I resisted the urge to raise my hand and pump it, ready to lie down and get some sleep.

At this time, the sound of a gong suddenly came in from the window.

The sound of the gong sounded like it was coming from the corner of the street, and it was so soft that it only struck three times before it stopped.

Maybe it's curiosity.

I walked over and opened the window, and glanced at the corner of the street, only to see a small tricycle parked at the intersection with a sign on it with a few large characters written in black ink.

Villain play.

"I went to the rivers and lakes early in the morning....... These people are hard enough........"

I shook my head and sighed.

I looked down and found that the beast had also climbed up, and was lying by the window and looking out, as if I was a little curious about the outside.

I casually picked up the teapot and took two sips, and asked it, do you want to go down and have a look?

"The fritter stall is about to open, so buy a few and try it by the way?" I asked.

The squirrel squeaked, nodded, and looked at me excitedly.

I put on my clothes and stuffed the rat into my duffel bag, and when I went downstairs, I found that the old man had already gotten up, was boiling water and making tea in the kitchen, and had a cigarette in his mouth, looking very leisurely.

"Up?" I ran to the door, put on my shoes and asked, "What do you want to eat?" I'll bring it back to you by the way! ”

"You're going out?" The old man asked.

"There are people singing over there, I'll go over and take a look, and I'll buy some fritters and come back......."

"Help me bring two meat buns, and the rest is whatever." The old man waved his hand.

I hummed and went out with the squirrel.

To say that there are definitely not a few people in this world who are afraid of rats, let alone such a big mouse.

Because of this, in order to avoid trouble, as long as you go out with a rat, a hand luggage is a must.

Although it doesn't like to pout in it very much.......

In the early morning, the streets are indescribably quiet and empty, and the sound of footsteps walking is clearly audible.

Looking at the tricycle at the corner of the street, I wondered in my heart, this so-called villain play...... What kind of drama is it?

Sichuan Opera, Cantonese Opera, Henan Opera.

I have been exposed to all three types of opera, and most of them were taken by the old man to listen to them, and I have some impressions in my mind.

But this villain is playing...... You can't just let the villain sing, right? Could it be that the villains in the play are all opening their mouths?

The question in my head was quickly answered.

By the time I arrived at the corner of the street, the stage had just been set up for the villain singer.

The stage is not large, one meter high and one meter wide, it is a wooden box, and a layer of crimson tulle hangs on the outside, and you can only vaguely see the situation inside.

Behind the tulle, on the left and right sides, there are small electric lamps, as if they are on the power supply, and the orange light penetrates the tulle, and it looks like red.

The boss who rode the bicycle was an old man, about the same age as the old man, and his kind eyes made people feel very kind.

Seeing that I had been looking at the wooden box with tulle hanging on it, he asked me, "Little brother, do you want to listen to the play?" ”

"Sir, which play are you singing?" I looked at him curiously: "Is the villain play a local play or a ......?"

"Sichuan Opera, Sichuan Opera!" The boss explained: "It's definitely an authentic Sichuan opera! ”

"The repertoire is called a villain play?" I asked tentatively.

"Right!" The boss laughed, picked up the towel on his shoulder and wiped his sweat, and said a little embarrassedly: "It may not be the same as authentic Sichuan opera...... But it's definitely fun! ”

I nodded, and said okay, how do you count the money for watching a show?

"Two dollars to see it once." The boss said.

As soon as I heard his offer, I immediately felt that it was expensive, two yuan...... It doesn't seem worth it!

"I'll let them show you a face first." The boss smiled, and seemed to know what I was thinking: "If you think it's worth it, I'll let them sing it to you." ”

"Okay." I nodded busily, glanced left and right for a while, and wondered: "What about the people who sing?" Didn't come with you? ”

The boss walked to the edge of the wooden box, knocked lightly twice, and said, "Isn't this coming......

I didn't think much of it at the time, and followed the boss's gaze and glanced at the wooden box.

Through the tulle, I saw two villains on the stage on the left and right.

The two villains are no more than twenty centimeters tall, and judging from the silhouette, they are both wearing costumes, and their walking posture is quite natural.

It is no exaggeration to say that it looks like a living person, and the action is not stiff!

They walked up to the stage, flicked their long sleeves twice, and then hugged my fists at me.

Could it be...... Puppet show?

I muttered to myself, and glanced at the boss again, only to think that this guess was not right..... His hands were hanging at his side....... There is no action of thread lifting at all!

"Boss, you're not going to put a TV in it, are you?" I asked tentatively.

Hearing this, the two villains standing on the stage opened their mouths, and their voices were different in tone, but they were both Sichuan accents.

"What a TV! We don't engage in those fakes! It's all played for real! ”

"Yes! How can you play fake! The TV needs to be plugged in! ”

It's a shame to say.

When I heard them speak, I shivered almost subconsciously, my heart beat so fast that I couldn't do it, and I just felt inexplicably scared.

"Interesting?" The owner looked at me expectantly.

I looked at the two little people on the stage, swallowed, and nodded and said it was interesting.

"Don't be afraid, this is a ventriloquist performance!" The boss comforted: "As for why they move, I can't say this. ”

"It's a juggling trick, isn't it?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes." The boss smiled: "Juggling villain show, do you want to see it?" ”

Just as I nodded my head and said I wanted to see it, the squirrel squeaked excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent, got out of his duffel bag, and jumped straight onto the tricycle.

Before I could stop it, I saw the two villains on the stage turn around and run, still shouting.

"Big Mouse!! Big Mouse!! ”

"Run!! I'm afraid I'm going to eat people!! ”

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