Lao Tu told a new story, telling a zombie's own account in the first person, and when he told me how I wanted to know what I looked like when there was a valley outside and the moon was high in the sky.

The clerk raised his foot, kicked Lao Tu in the stomach, kicked Lao Tu to the ground, and Lao Tu said in horror: "Brother, what's wrong?" Isn't that what I'm talking about? Brother, why did you kick my brother with your foot? ”

The clerk said, "What kind of seven or eight things are you talking about, can you tell me something better?" The logical order is confused, and the zombies still tell themselves? You made this up? ”

Lao Tu shook his head and said, "No, no, no, I'm just telling you about someone else, this author is ......"

The clerk shook the knife in his hand and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'll give you another chance to tell another story, and if the next story still doesn't interest me at all, I'll make you into a meat bun!" ”

Lao Tu said: "I speak, I speak, I know, the reason why you don't like what I tell is because I use the first person to tell the story, I tell it this time, I tell it by name, you listen well...... The waning moon hung in the western sky, and the wind was very tight, and there was a little bit of meaning to blow the moon off, but the waning moon did not waver, but a thick cloud with lightning was blown in.

It's going to rain.

The moon was slowly swallowed up by the thick clouds, the moonlight converged on the earth, and in the blink of an eye, the drug-free village sprinkled with silver light fell into pitch black, and occasionally it was a roaring lightning.

The night is a deep sleep, hundreds of people in the huge drug-free village are basically asleep, some sleepers can't listen to the thunder, but there are also keen people who are awakened, but they still have to continue to sleep when they wake up, because there is nothing to worry about outside.

But one of them, after being woken up by the thunder, crawled out of the warm bedding and hurriedly dressed ......"

The clerk interrupted and said, "Can you not be so verbose, talk faster!" Change one! ”

The old man was almost at a loss, so he quickly searched for the story in his mind, but his mind was blank in an instant, and he couldn't remember what he had seen, he said: "That's it, brother, I'll make one up for you on the spot, it's completely old-fashioned and original, never plagiarize, if there are similarities, you can sue me!" ”

The clerk spat on the ground and said, "I didn't bother to sue you!" I'll stab you to death with a knife! ”

Lao Tu wiped his sweat, he could touch his face with his hand, his face was actually ice, and the sweat was frozen, so cold storage, he didn't feel cold, he brewed for two minutes, he said slowly: "The weather is hot, the sky of the city is thick with clouds, and there is no trace of wind."

"In this kind of weather, if it doesn't rain, it's a heavy rain!"

An old man sat on a stool with a fan, looked up at the sky, and sighed with such emotion.

This is a small park outside the gate of the community, where many people enjoy the shade of the trees. The old man who shook the fan was not talking to himself, his words were for his grandson.

And his grandson only buried his head in playing with his mobile phone and playing games, and when he was more than ten years old, he should be full of vigor and vitality, but he lazily lay on the chess table, not saying a word, and his grandfather's words were not listened to.

The old man sighed and said, "I think when your grandfather and I were as old as you, I didn't have leisure all day long, not to mention working in the fields, just talking about playing, that good guy, go up to the tree and dig birds' nests!" Steal sweet potatoes from the ground! Gang up with your friends, go together, and fight! Gambling! That's really a taste of life, you look at you, holding a mobile phone all day long, your eyes are short-sighted, you put on glasses, and you play with your mobile phone, and then you look at it blindly, and your parents don't care about you! ”

There was a hint of wind blowing, and the wind brought some coolness, and the child couldn't take his eyes off and said: "This wind is blowing very cool!" ”

The old man was speechless, shook his head and sighed, he didn't care about him, his eyes glanced at the road, and someone was riding a donkey on the road, which made the old man overjoyed, patted his grandson on the head with a fan, and said: "Stop playing, look and see, there are rare things!" ”

The child was reluctant, raised his head impatiently, and finally left the game, and this look, suddenly came to the spirit, usually see the road is a car electric car, today someone riding a donkey, it is really the first time in his life, he can't take care of the mobile phone, his face showed a long-lost smile, the tone is lively, asked: "Grandpa, grandpa, is this the legendary mountain from the soil buns?" ”

"Enough!"

The clerk's whole body was trembling, he raised the knife, and said viciously: "I have never heard such an ugly story, it is a grandson, a grandfather, and a donkey ride, it is obvious that you are fooling me and teasing me, I have already made it clear to you, I am listening to the story!" Story, you know? What you told me, that's called, yes, you know? I can't listen to a thousand and one stories like the king in a fairy tale, because I'm so disappointed in you, and I'm going to kill you right away! ”

The old man said in a panic: "Don't be, brother, why don't you just learn and tell you a thousand and one stories?" ”

The clerk said, "That's enough! One Thousand and One Nights fairy tales, I've watched them countless times, countless times! I couldn't have found a better story, man, I'm going to let you die! Let everyone eat your meat! ”

As he spoke, the clerk rushed up.

Lao Tu moved back, but his back was already on the wall, he said: "I'm not Tang Seng, brother, don't let everyone eat my meat, everyone is human, not a goblin, people, why bother to make people difficult, right, brother?" ”

"I've had enough, you go die!"

The clerk jumped up, raised the knife high, and stabbed it down, and the old man stared straight in the eyes, and saw that the glittering knife was about to slash his head, and suddenly, the clerk shouted, "Ah! ”

The knife was crooked, but it didn't hurt the old man, and the clerk shouted: "Ah! Then he turned to the side, fell to the ground, and rolled twice.

What's going on?

Lao Tu looked at it, and it turned out that Lang Si had sneaked up from behind the clerk just now, punched the clerk in the back of the neck, grabbed him, and threw him aside.

Lang Si stretched out his hand and pulled up the old soil on the ground, and said, "I'll go, old soil, you're too timid, right, someone killed you, and you were so scared that you didn't know how to move?" Aren't you pretty good when you were on the bus, and you want to fight with me, and now you're sinful? ”

The old man's legs trembled and softened, and he said: "It's different, at that time, it was a fight, and now, it's fatal, no matter how horizontal I am, I'm afraid of death!" ”

Yang Shi walked over, sighed, and said, "Old soil, you remind me of a classic, that is, Jing Ke stabbing Qin!" ”

Lao Tu dragged the ice off his face, threw it on the ground, and said, "You say I'm the King of Qin? ”

Yang Shi said: "Think beautifully, you are a strong man who plans to assassinate Qin with Jin Ke, Qin Wuyang!" ”

At this time, the clerk got up from the ground and said, "I want all three of you to be turned into minced meat and let others eat them as buns!" ”