Borrowing wine to dispel sorrow is even more sorrowful, knowing this, but Mo Yan is still drunk. Wobbly, leaning against the wall, not far away a dark shadow, it was a garbage heap.

"Young man, you drink too much." An old beggar fell asleep beside the garbage heap, unkempt and ragged, awakened by the sound of vomiting in silence: "If you want to escape the loneliness and loneliness of this long night, drinking may not be a good choice." ”

"It's your business, get out of here!" Mo Yan's vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the old beggar's face in the dark night, only those eyes, shining with a strange light.

"I haven't eaten all day, so give me some alms." The old beggar's voice was hoarse, and a dark wind suddenly blew in the alley.

"Alms? What does your life and death have to do with me? Mo Yan sneered, the goodness of shit is rewarded, even an ant can't bear to step on it to death on weekdays, and in the end, he is still being played by life as a monkey. People are good and are deceived by others, and they silently decide that from now on they will be bad and black! I hate her, I want to make her regret it, let her not climb high, so I have to be rich!

If you have money, you will have a group of sisters; If you have money, you won't be lonely, you won't be lonely.

"You want to be rich?" The old beggar smiled slightly, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together, looking weird: "It's not difficult. We can make a deal, you lend me ten yuan to buy something to eat, and I give you an inexhaustible cash cow. And it comes with the peach blossom luck that men dream of. What do you think? With this deal, you won't lose money! ”

"Ten dollars? Cash cow? Peach blossom luck? Mo Yan laughed, laughing loudly, laughing even more drunk. Obviously, the old beggar is either a liar or a madman. There's a liar in front and a madman in the back, what a fucking night.

"Don't believe it, it's normal, I've seen many young people like you, hurt by love, trapped by love, and finally lost their faith and were confused. Okay, I'll make good on my promise first, and it's not too late for you to lend me another ten dollars. ”

The old beggar picked up a bottle from the garbage heap, and there was a mouthful of wine left in the bottle. After drinking the wine in the bottle, the old beggar spat at Mo Yan.

"Sleep, lad. You're still young, it's nothing more than a dream. Remember, if you love, life is lovely everywhere. If you hate, you can hate everywhere in life. If you are grateful, you can be thankful everywhere. If you grow, you can grow in all things. It wasn't the world that chose you, it was you who chose the world. Since there is nowhere to hide, it is better to be silly. Since there is nowhere to run, it is better to rejoice. Since there is no pure land, it is better to meditate. Since it didn't get its wish, it's better to be relieved. ”

Sleepiness gradually set in, his eyelids closed, and Mo Yan fell into the garbage heap. I can't remember what the old beggar said, Mo Yan only felt that he was sinking, as if he had fallen into a bottomless pit, falling deeper and deeper, sinking faster and faster, and at a certain moment, Mo Yan suddenly woke up.

Heavy sleep does not dissipate the residual wine, silently covering his head that still has a headache, opening his eyes, and after adapting to the gentle light, he froze instantly. At this moment, Mo Yan was sleeping in the hotel room!

Isn't it supposed to be in the garbage? What about the old beggar? Mo Yan pinched his thigh hard, wasn't it a dream, could it be that the old beggar sent him here? There's no reason, the old beggar can't eat, how can he afford to send him to such a high-end hotel?

Mo Yan woke up completely, and the room was filled with a sweet floral fragrance, but this floral fragrance always felt wrong, and it seemed to be mixed with a faint ......

"Bloody ---!"

Confusion slowly turned into fear, Mo Yan's body froze, and his eyes slowly glanced to the side, where a --- corpse was lying there!

A female corpse with a hot body and a naked body!!

Looking at the blood-coagulated knife on his neck and the blood-soaked sheets, Mo Yan's head went blank. He didn't know if he was still breathing, and after a long time, a strange figure appeared in his buzzing head---Old beggar!

And his hoarse deals:

You lend me ten yuan to buy something to eat, and I give you an inexhaustible cash cow. And it comes with the peach blossom luck that men dream of!