Wang Sheng saw that the man was no longer chasing, he also stood on his feet, ran for several streets in a row, he was also out of breath, bent over, put his hands on his knees, and shouted at the man: "Grandson! As he spoke, he stretched out his middle finger towards the man.

When the man heard Wang Sheng's shout, he raised his axe and rushed over again, Wang Sheng didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, turned his head and ran. The speed of both of them became slower and slower, and after half an hour, both of them could no longer run, and they chased after each other by walking.

Although Wang Sheng only had the share of escaping, his mouth was never idle, nagging and scolding the man behind him, almost scolding all the curses in this world.

Wang Sheng leaned his back against the lamp pole, he was out of breath at this time, his eyes were full of Venus, and his head also felt dizzy.

The man was only more than 20 meters away from Wang Sheng, and he didn't seem to be much better than Wang Sheng, I saw him holding his stomach, panting heavily, and his eyes were always glaring at Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng laughed and said: "Grandson, continue to chase grandpa, you have the ability to chop your grandfather and me?" Look at your damaged appearance, you can't catch up, why don't you exhaust you!"

The man spat out fiercely, raised the axe and rushed up again, Wang Sheng ran away, and scolded in his heart: Your uncle, you are still fucking chasing!

After running frantically for more than ten minutes, the man suddenly stopped chasing and sat on the side of the road. Wang Sheng also sat down, now both of them are very tired, and the sweat on Wang Sheng's face has flowed into a river. He secretly smiled bitterly, this man was so persistent, chasing himself for more than two hours.

Wang Sheng felt that he was about to fall, even so, he still refused to admit defeat, and was still muttering and scolding in his mouth, and his invective voice was so small that only he seemed to be able to hear it. After a stalemate of more than 20 minutes, the man slowly stood up, patted his buttocks and turned his head to walk in the opposite direction, no longer paying attention to Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng drank the last bit of water in the kettle, followed behind the man, his mouth was still not idle, the man was annoyed by the scolding, turned back and chased two steps, Wang Sheng turned his head and ran, seeing that the man was not chasing, he followed again, and his mouth was still scolding.

After doing this a few times, the man simply ignored Wang Sheng, as if he hadn't heard it. Wang Sheng's mouth was dry and he scolded, took out the kettle, and did not pour out a drop of water, Wang Sheng looked at the kettle with a wry smile, and said to himself: "What the hell is this, I can't even drink saliva." ”

Holding up his heavy steps, he slowly followed behind the man, and suddenly, he laughed wildly, rounded his arm, and threw the kettle towards the back of the man's head. With a "snap", the kettle hit the back of the man's head impartially, the man covered his head and glared at Wang Sheng, and Wang Sheng made a victory gesture, the man finally couldn't bear it anymore, raised the axe and chased Wang Sheng again, Wang Sheng desperately fled again.

The two of them chased like a walk, the man always followed behind Wang Sheng, and made a big circle on the road, Wang Sheng picked up his water bottle, and didn't expect to stretch out his middle finger at the man.

After chasing a few streets in a row, the man gave up again, but Wang Sheng did not give up, the man just turned his head and did not take two steps, Wang Sheng once again raised the kettle and threw it towards the back of the man's head again. "Smack!" 100 percent hit. The back of the man's head had been smashed and bleeding, and at this time Wang Sheng noticed that the wound on the man's shoulder didn't know when it would heal. Wang Sheng remembered a foreign movie he had watched, in which the male protagonist's body had the function of self-repair, could it be that the man in front of him was the same as the protagonist in the movie? All this was once again beyond Wang Sheng's imagination, he couldn't believe his eyes, and looked carefully at the man's shoulder, because the light was too dim, and the distance was relatively far, he couldn't be sure whether the man's wound was really healed.

The man covered his head and glared at Wang Sheng, although Wang Sheng had begun to panic in his heart, he still pretended to be a hippie smile and stretched out his middle finger at the man again.

Maybe Wang Sheng's expression was too funny, maybe Wang Sheng's behavior was too naïve, the man sneered, picked up the kettle on the ground, shook it at Wang Sheng, pinned the kettle to his waist, and swaggered away.

Wang Sheng looked at the man in front of him with his mouth open, he had lost the axe just now, and now he didn't even have the kettle, and now he has nothing but this tattered clothes. Recalling that when he was on the train, he threw his shoes out, looked at the rubber shoes under his feet, and instantly dispelled this thought, this rubber military canvas shoes, light and pitiful, even if they hit, it will not cause any harm, in case the shoes are confiscated again, you can only be barefoot in the future.

"Hey, grandson, you bastard, give me back my kettle!"

The man raised the kettle without looking back and shook it in the air, completely ignoring Wang Sheng's scolding. Wang Sheng followed behind him and scolded, but no matter how he scolded, the man didn't even look back, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

Disappointment, despair, and hopelessness, all of them surged into Wang Sheng's heart, the madness of running just now, coupled with the abuse all the way, Wang Sheng, who was scolding, was hungry and tired, but in the face of this inconspicuous man in front of him, there was no way.

The abuse didn't have any effect, and Wang Sheng was also tired of scolding, so he silently followed behind the man, hoping to have a chance to snatch back his things. As long as you don't give up, there will be hope.

Suddenly, a man walked out of an inconspicuous small hotel, and Wang Sheng saw at a glance that this person was the bald head he had seen at the door of the hotel.

The bald head also saw Wang Sheng and the man in front of him, Wang Sheng didn't know what was going on, and the bald head disappeared like a wind. Wang Sheng was a little dumbfounded, the speed of this run is completely comparable to that of a motor vehicle, and he has to step on the accelerator to the end, otherwise he will not be able to reach the speed of a bald head.

The man raised his axe and chased after him: "Fuck your uncle, don't run if you have the ability, see if Lao Tzu doesn't dismantle you!"

The man ran as fast as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and Wang Sheng sighed secretly in his heart: "Damn, you still run, I will exhaust Lao Tzu to death while running." ”

Wang Sheng stared blankly at the man who was about to disappear in front of him, he didn't know what to do now, chasing, maybe he couldn't get anything, if he didn't chase, the kettle would be confiscated. Wang Sheng let out a long sigh and chased after him with all his strength.

The bald head is sometimes fast and sometimes slow, disappearing for a while, and then standing in place, waiting for them to catch up.

After running for more than an hour, Wang Sheng kept retching, eager to lie on the ground and rest for a while, but he had been chasing for so long, and he was indeed a little unwilling to give up now. The man took the kettle from his waist in his hand as he ran, followed Wang Sheng's example, his arms were round, and with a "whoosh" sound, he threw it at the bald head. I only heard a scream of "ah" from the bald head, suddenly sped up and disappeared into the night. The man ran to the kettle and stopped, looked back at Wang Sheng, picked up the kettle on the ground, and continued to chase the bald head.

Wang Sheng couldn't cry or laugh, the man didn't forget to pick up the kettle, it seemed that he wanted to find and snatch his things back, and the hope was very slim.

Wang Sheng gave up the idea of chasing, stood in place, the bald head ran back for some reason, the man threw the kettle out again, the kettle flew over the bald head, and did not hit him, the bald head picked up the kettle and threw it at the man. But the level of the bald head was extremely bad, and the kettle flew diagonally and hit the trunk of the tree by the roadside. The man looked at the kettle not far away and hesitated for two seconds, and finally, he gave up the urge to pick it up and strode towards the bald head.

Wang Sheng walked under the tree, looked at the kettle that had been deflated in a large piece, smiled bitterly, ran a few steps with all his strength, due to hunger, he no longer had the strength to run, Wang Sheng knew in his heart that even if he continued to chase, he would not be able to catch up with him if he was exhausted. The man's figure was about to disappear into the night, Wang Sheng used all his strength to throw the kettle out again, the kettle flew out in a straight line, and the back of the man's head was hit by the kettle again. Wang Sheng threw the kettle with enough force, and the man was in a state of rapid running, hit by the kettle, his body flew forward, lying on the ground, and did not move. Wang Sheng saw the opportunity, strode forward, and kicked the back of the man's head fiercely.