The immortal robbery flashy past

Chapter 1: First encounter with a strange old man

Mid-June is probably the hottest time of the year. The sun in the sky was shining brightly. The tar on the road also became fluffy due to overheating. Pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, and they didn't want to stay in the sun for a while.

Compared with the hurried appearance of the pedestrians around him, a teenager walking silently can be described as an anomaly, and the people around him are all looking at the teenager in puzzlement, but no one is bored enough to take the time to get to know a teenager he doesn't know.

The young man was facing the blazing sun, and sweat was already covering his forehead, but he didn't care at all. I saw the young man hatefully stepping on the asphalt road, and the soft asphalt negative pressure left a clear line of footprints behind the young man.

At this point, the young man said in a hateful voice, "Why?" Why do you look down on me? Why do you humiliate me? Is it because I have an ordinary family background? The stone followed a graceful parabola and accidentally and realistically crashed into an old man who was eating watermelon. Perfectly smashed the old man's head into the watermelon. "Oh yes?!Fuck it?!Fuck that bare boy hit me with a stone?fuck, it hurts Lao Tzu!" The old man roared angrily and locked his eyes on the young man, who was at a loss at this time, and had long forgotten the unhappiness just now, only nervousness and grief at this time, damn it? Why? People are unlucky to drink cold water and stuff their teeth!

I saw the old man take off his clothes and put them on his body, holding the uneaten watermelon in one hand, and pointing at the young man with the other hand and scolding: "Boy, don't run!"

The young man's nervous palms were sweaty, but he didn't run, in his opinion, it was indeed his fault to hit someone, even if he ran, he couldn't get over it on his conscience.

Just as the old man approached, a small truck suddenly rushed around the corner of the road. The driver of the car was so frightened that he hurriedly honked his horn, but it was indeed too late.

Bang! The young man turned his face away in pain, with a sad expression that he couldn't bear to understand. Although I don't know this old man, it's also a human life.

At this moment, a very depressed but helpless voice came from behind the young man, "Damn, what kind of sin did Lao Tzu do today? I was hit by a stone and hit by an iron lump, grandma, stinky boy, come here, the matter of smashing me is not over." The young man exclaimed in his heart, wouldn't it?! Slowly, mechanically, he turned his head, but he was almost not glared out of the eyes by the scene in front of him.

I saw the pickup truck lying crookedly on the side of the road, and the driver of the car got out of the car door with his bleeding head in his hands. The glaring scratches on the asphalt indicate that the car had indeed hit the old man just now, and the old man was looking at the smashed watermelon on the ground with a distressed face. What the hell is the rhythm of the car being knocked off?!

To use an analogy, it is a balloon rushing towards a fixed stone, and the stone does not move, but the balloon is bounced off.

"Damn, this Nima is unscientific!" the young man unconsciously burst into foul language, which was normal, because this matter had long been beyond his cognition. An old man in Liuxun was hit by a small truck, the old man was fine, the car died, said to you, do you believe it?

The old man glared, "Boy, you pay for my watermelon!" After speaking, he walked towards the young man, who watched the old man approach speechlessly. The old man looked at the young man, a light flashed in his eyes, this boy turned out to be a natural spirit root? In this time period, there are people who are born with a spirit root? No, you must not miss it, for example, there are fewer and fewer people who give birth to a spirit root today, catch one by one!

The old man looked at the boy with a lewd smile on his face, "Boy, what should I do if you hit me?" And there is my watermelon!"Ga?!Is there a mistake? Obviously he hit you?!" The young man pointed to the driver who was checking the condition of the truck in surprise. The old man snorted lightly, "Hmph, I don't care, it's you, I said that what you hit is what you hit!" The young man touched his forehead speechlessly, although it did have something to do with him, but it was not entirely responsible. Is this what moral teachers often call blackmail?!

Just when the boy wanted to argue a few more words, the driver rushed over angrily and grabbed the old man, "Dead old man, you fucking pay me for the car!" The spit even squirted on the young man's face. The old man snorted lightly, grabbed the driver's clothes with one hand, and threw the driver into the distance like garbage, and the driver let out a scream and ran away without looking back.

"Bah! scum, where have you ever seen someone asking for money from the victim!" the old man snorted disdainfully. Then he looked at the boy and told him in an unquestioning tone, "Boy, I'm angry now, and I don't have a place to live here, so you have to feed and drink me as compensation." "Where did the young man dare to refuse, which hand almost scared him to death just now, damn, where did the strange old man come from? So I hurriedly agreed, "No problem, no problem! But live in our house." My parents ......," the old man stretched out his palm, and the boy shrank his head in fright. "Let's go, take you to my house!" the young man's voice was a little sad and unfree.