Night.

Chen San called me again and asked me how the result was, and I said, quite accurate.

Maybe others may react differently from me after seeing their life expectancy folded for 20 years, I think it should be.

I was really too calm at the time, or maybe I had already seen it.

The old man died in a trance, Yujia was also implicated by me, and so was the sixth uncle, it was really boring for me to live, I really don't know how many people were implicated in such a fate.

"What are you laughing at?" The little Buddha looked at me worriedly, sat down at the car door, and distanced himself from me.

"Laugh at myself."

I rubbed my eyes, feeling a little sleepy, but I couldn't sleep.

Whenever I fall asleep, everything I see is red with blood, and to be honest, I'm scared of the things I dreamed about, and probably because of that, I can't sleep now, even if I'm sleepy.

"The surname is Yi, what do you want to do?" Little Buddha came over with a curious face, probably because curiosity overcame his fear of my brain attack from time to time: "I asked you to prepare a hiding place again, and you are looking for bugs, what do you want to do?" ”

I glanced at the young driver and didn't speak.

"My own people, it's okay." Little Buddha waved his hand.

The driver smiled at me, very polite.

"Oh." My eyes flickered, and although I was a little excited, I still said seriously, "I want to resurrect my wife." ”

Little Buddha almost laughed, but he seemed to remember something, and didn't laugh, and the driver in front thought I was joking with him, and laughed so much that it was a lot of fun.

And then.

"Bang!!"

"You're crazy with the surname Yi?!!"

The bullet was attached to the back of the driver's head, shooting directly out of the window, fortunately the driver had the foresight to get into the car and did not close the window, otherwise it would have cost a lot of money to change the glass.

Afterwards, judging from the fact that the little Buddha has so many years of playing with guns, my shot should have been aimed at the driver's head, but it was only because he stopped it and my brain was dizzy and my head was a little off, that the driver escaped.

With a screech of brakes, the car we were sitting in came to a steady stop on the side of the highway, and if it weren't for a dent in the front of the guardrail, everything would have been perfect.

The young driver opened the door and got out of the car without saying a word, a few meters away, looking at me who was held down by the little Buddha with a look of fear.

"What are you doing with me?" I asked impatiently.

"You put the gun down first and then tell Lao Tzu." Little Buddha frowned and said, holding my head with the hand that didn't dare to relax in the slightest, for fear that I would shoot again.

I let go of the pistol angrily, let it fall to the ground and didn't look at it, and my tone became more and more impatient: "I said you, can you let go of me first?" ”

"Come up and drive." The little Buddha said without looking back, then picked up the pistol in the carriage, inserted it into the back of the waist and then looked at me and said a word.

"This is the highway, it's okay for you to shoot, but don't shoot when you enter the city, or we'll both."

"Isn't the gun in your place, what can I take?" I said helplessly.

Little Buddha glared at the driver who hadn't gotten into the car yet, leaned into my ear, and asked me through gritted teeth: "Did you shoot just because of that stupid smile?!" The boys are still in the car!! We're almost finished!! Do you know?! ”

"Death is death, and life is tired." I shrugged.

What had happened before was not something I had done in my head, but something I had done in a state of complete consciousness.

Actually, my idea at the time was very simple, it wasn't because the man laughed at what I did, but because I thought his laughter sounded annoying and wanted him to shut up.

One shot passed, and even the hands were saved, and when he died, the world was almost quiet.

Now, I have reflected on myself, and the reason why crazy people are not understood by the world may be because their worldview and way of doing things are not normal, so ordinary people think that "this person is sick in the brain".

Actually, I think the way I handle things is quite straightforward, really.

When the car started again, the little Buddha's mobile phone suddenly rang, and after connecting it, he said a few words casually, then hung up the phone and looked at me.

"The bug has been found."

"That's good," I laughed, reaching out and patting the driver on the shoulder, making him tremble.

"I'm sorry just now, buddy, you keep driving, hurry up, I'm in a hurry."

In the morning of the same day, the car finally entered the highway in Guiyang, and I got off halfway into the main city, after all, it is not good for the little Buddha to be exposed too much, he has to keep a low profile, at least not to let the people in the pawnshop know his whereabouts, isn't it?

Walking on the road with endless flow of people, all of a sudden I found that I had a little problem, it seemed that I was not suitable for staying in a crowded place for a long time, and I always felt a headache.

It's better to be quiet when you're still alone.

After summoning a taxi, I called back to the wreath shop directly, Hai Dongqing, the birdman, must be in a hurry, and if he doesn't go back, he will kill me if he sees me.

How can I say that I am also a person with brains, I must understand the truth that I must not be able to go back as soon as I get off the bus, so my grandson is angry, isn't it a curse to go back like this?

Thinking so, I got off the bus and bought two roast ducks and a few bottles of beer at a stall not far away.

"Knock knock."

When I knocked on the door, my heart was also hanging, I was afraid that he would beat me directly without listening to my explanation, you know, I am not as good as him, and I will definitely have no chance to fight back if I am beaten.

With a knock on the door, the side door of the wreath shop was opened, revealing Hai Dongqing standing behind with a tired face.

"Coming back?"

Hai Dongqing's performance was unexpected, and he didn't react angrily at all.

"Are you okay these days? Do you feel better to take a walk outside? ”

"Hmm." I smiled and nodded, "Much better." ”

"Shall we have a drink?"

"Okay."

The wreath shop is still the same, there is no change, but I found that there are a few more paper figures piled up in the corner, and those paper figures are really not ordinary ugly, definitely not I pierced them, and my craftsmanship is not so trendy.

"I'm bored these days, so I want to help you tie up some paper figures to sell." Hai Dongqing was very embarrassed when he said this, his eyes kept glancing out, and he didn't look at those ugly paper figures at all.

"Good craftsmanship." I praised against my will, then took out my mobile phone, dialed Zhang Liguo's phone, and asked him to bring Xiao An over for a meal together.

Zhang Liguo said that he had been busy recently, and it was estimated that he would not be able to come, so he could only arrange for Xiao An to come over to meet me, after all, the child was not very happy during this time, and it was good to have me with him.

I didn't react until after eating, Hai Dongqing seemed to be sensible, he didn't ask me a word, he didn't even ask where I went, he just comforted me and made me relax, he would help me find other things.

"Big brother!"

While I was eating, a bear child sneaked into the house and lay on my back like a koala.

"Have you eaten?" Without looking back, I patted him, "Come over and have some food." ”

"Big brother, where have you been playing?" Xiao An sat beside me obediently and asked me curiously.

I didn't answer his words, and smiled at Hai Dongqing: "Birdman, you go out for a walk, I'll talk to this kid about something." ”

"Okay." Hai Dongqing nodded, then got up and walked out of the house, presumably going to hang out.

I didn't make a sound during this process, I ate the meal very quietly, and after drinking the only beer left in the cup, I burped in satisfaction and patted Xiao An's head: "Come in with me." ”

The portrait of the ancestor of the god of joy, as well as the yellow cloth with the names of the ancestors and ancestors, were all hung up by me.

Lighting a stick of incense and a pair of candles, I took Xiao An to the offering table, and looked at this familiar picture and was silent for a long time.

"Kneel down and kowtow to Master Zu three times."

Xiao An looked at me in a daze and didn't understand, but he still knelt down obediently and kowtowed to the smiling Xishen.

"Kowtow to the ancestors and ancestors three more times."

Seeing that Xiao An also did it, I didn't think about ink, I didn't want to do things according to the old tradition at all, so I directly picked up the Xishen Gong on the table and threw it to Xiao An.

"This thing will be yours from now on." I looked at the joyful gong in Xiao An's hand and suddenly smiled.

This used to be my life-saving thing, but I didn't expect it to be given away so soon, and my life is really unclear.

"It doesn't matter what your last name is, from today onwards"

"You are the thirty-seventh generation disciple of the Yi family."

"Big brother, who is the thirty-sixth generation disciple?" Xiao Ann asked me.

I was stunned, then laughed.

"The thirty-sixth generation disciple is a waste, well" I laughed, "a waste who is ashamed of the ancestors and ancestors"

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