Autumn is stronger, so thick that it makes people more lonely and empty.

The tattered, ugly long street is like a ravaged and trampled bitch in the wind and moon, indescribably messy, unbearable, disgusting, boring, and disgusting.

The signboard of the silk shop shook in the wind, and it seemed that there was no vitality and vitality.

The incomplete couplets on the door, which are not white or red, are "whirring", and the ink on them has withered, and it is no longer possible to distinguish whether it is up to three rivers or to the four seas.

On the side of the road, an old woman in her seventies sat on a bench, reclining in the corner, basking in the sun, demented, holding cotton in her hand, and was about to add a quilt for herself in winter.

Every deep wrinkle on his face seemed to be filled with indescribable, indescribable sadness and pain.

There is no light in his eyes, just as there is no passion or hope for the rest of his life.

She rubbed her eyes as she wrenched, and then she yawned as if she were very tired and weak.

Standing on the street like a lifeless stone statue, his eyes as black as a spear without a trace of emotion, poking at the front, everything in front of him.

Yang Qing said: "Are you tired of holding me like this?" ”

Silent without life.

Because he never knew what it meant to be tired, nor did he know what it looked like, and he didn't bother to know.

Yang Qing said: "Do you want to put me down?" ”

Wusheng said: "Why? ”

Yang Qing said: "This is the street, I am the eldest daughter of Huanghua, and I haven't found my mother-in-law yet, is it indecent for you to hold me like this?" ”

He didn't let Wusheng speak, and continued: "If others still think I'm you, then I'm not miserable." ”

Wusheng said: "Why are you miserable? ”

Yang Qing said: "If someone takes a fancy to me and wants to beat me up, they want to marry me home to live, and when they see me in your arms, they won't come to hook up with me, I won't lose a lot, it's not miserable." ”

Wusheng nodded and put her down.

She left his embrace, not forgetting to rub her firm, plump chest back and forth against his torso, then looked at the crotch of lifeless pants and walked away with a sigh.

Speechless, he stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

A mature woman's pranks are always more shrewd and clever than a girl's, and her methods are more disgusting and boring.

She walked up to the old woman with the cotton and asked, "Where is there food near here?" ”

The old woman picked her ears, and her eyes without a trace of light slowly widened, but she was very dazed, and she didn't know what she was talking about?

Yang Qing walked over and squatted down and helped her pull the cotton, and her heart was extremely warm.

It reminded her of years ago, so much so that her memory was blurry.

It was when she wore open crotch pants, and her mind at that time was full of fun and fun, without thinking about what was wrong and what was right.

She deeply remembers the time she went to the toilet and couldn't find straw paper and replaced it with cotton, and she also remembered that her butt hurt for at least seven or eight days.

Yang Qing couldn't help but laugh.

A smile also appeared on the old woman's face, gentle and slightly stiff and unnatural, obviously she would not laugh often, just as she would not be happy for the rest of her life.

Yang Qing pulled the cotton and said with a smile: "Do you know what I laugh at?" ”

The old woman nodded, then shook her head again.

The color of joy on his face was even stronger.

Yang Qing touched her stomach, as if she was distressed. said: "Where is there food near here?" ”

The old woman's eyes were wider and rounder, but the dazed look was thicker.

Yang Qing sighed, her face was even more distressed, she slowly pulled the cotton, and said, "Do you understand what I say?" ”

The old woman nodded slowly.

Yang Qing said: "Then why don't you tell me where to eat, my stomach is almost hungry." ”

The old woman nodded, and slowly grabbed a handful of cotton and handed it to her.

Yang Qing sighed and took the handful of cotton weakly, not only weakly, but also distressed.

She said, "Will you give me cotton for me to eat?" ”

The old woman said, "I gave it to you, not for you to eat." ”

Yang Qing suddenly raised her head and said with a smile: "So you can hear me." ”

The old woman said, "Niang Xipi, can I not hear you when I enter the soil?" ”

In the voice of the words, the old woman suddenly changed, everything changed.

The demented smile on his face and the blank look in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and even the body that lacked a trace of vitality and vitality was suddenly filled with indescribable strength.

Cotton burst out laughing, madly, viciously, and lewdly.

There was also a sparkle in his eyes, a kind of over-excited, over-cheerful light.

She laughed and suddenly had an extra knife, the blade was clear, and the sword was bright, and it swung towards Yang Qing.

Then she laughed and flew out with a knife, gasping and shouting, "Wusheng, you'd better not interfere, otherwise you ......." ”

Yang Qing suddenly jumped into his arms as if fleeing for his life.

It was as if she had not only jumped her body into his arms to hide, but also her soul.

Wusheng said: "What would have happened otherwise? ”

Cotton gritted her teeth, her face twitching and distorting with anger and pain, and said, "You ......." ”

The lifeless stone statue stood upright, silent.

Cotton gasped and screamed, her body rolling, swinging her knife, the sparkle of the knife, and floated over.

Yang Qing said: "You don't kill women? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing kissed him on the cheek, gasped and said, "Don't kill like this?" ”

Wusheng said: "Don't kill." ”

He stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

Yang Qing suddenly lifted the gun in his hand when she felt the most intense murderous intent in her back, that is, when the pain in the blood vessel behind her neck was the most intense.

The sword light disappeared suddenly, and the murderous aura disappeared.

Dead.

Suddenly there was a dead silence between heaven and earth.

Yang Qing let go of her hand, the gun hung down, and with a "poof", the cotton body slipped softly to the ground.

Blood rolled down the tip of the gun.

The cloak flutters slowly in the wind.

There is still indescribable anger, resentment, and unwillingness in the eyes of cotton dead fish.

Yang Qing said: "You killed her?" ”

Wusheng said: "No. ”

Yang Qing said: "You shot it." ”

Silent without life.

The world is lonely, and the fallen leaves are bleak.

Wusheng said: "You're not coming down?" ”

Yang Qing said: "I won't come down." ”

Wusheng said: "Aren't you afraid of others gossiping?" ”

Yang Qing said: "Don't be afraid. ”

Wusheng said: "Don't get married?" ”

Yang Qing said: "I won't marry for the time being." ”

Wusheng said: "Very good. ”

Yang Qing was silent, but her eyes were looking at him.

She has learned to tell others what she thinks without using her mouth.

Her body was twitching with hunger, and she couldn't take it anymore.

The gusts of autumn wind blew, and there was an intoxicating smell of fritters and tofu.

Yang Qing said: "Do you have an idea of where we go every time?" ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "Isn't this very unfair? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "Can you listen to me this time?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "Just once." ”

Wusheng said: "Okay. ”

When hungry, the nose is the most sensitive, and excessive hunger is sometimes even more effective than a dog's nose.

Wusheng hugged her, and she relied on her nose to find the fried fritters on the side of the road, and there was also a tofu flower seller on the side.

The lifeless stone statue stands not far away, and the eyes are like spears poking at the fritters and the tofu flower sellers.

When the raw noodles are put into the oil pot, there will suddenly be oil splashes, and then they will be magically delicious and tempting after rolling back and forth a few times.

Yang Qing looked at it stupidly, as if there was no better looking fritter in the world, and just standing far away could taste the joy and pleasure inside.

The fritters are put into the cage, and the dripping oil and water slide down and fall to the boiling oil pot.

The man greeted him from afar and said, "Don't let your little daughter-in-law go hungry." ”

Yang Qing looked at Wusheng, her face seemed to be distressed.

Silent without life.

It stood like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

The dark eyes had no emotion, and they poked them like empty guns, as if they were going to poke them to death on the ground.

The fritter boss looked at the oil flowers in the oil pot, and the joy and joy on his face became even stronger, so thick that his face was flushed.

He said: "If the little daughter-in-law is hungry and doesn't lay eggs, then it's over." ”

The big-ass woman selling bean curd on the side also laughed stupidly. She said: "How could such a white and tender little daughter-in-law marry a stingy ghost, it's really ......." ”

"It's really a good girl who makes the pig arch, such a beautiful little daughter-in-law, why is she so ......"

"It's so unreasonable, how can a stingy guy find such a ......."

"Such a white and tender daughter-in-law, this is too ......."

"It's so unreasonable, it's really ......."

"It's really a good wife to be accompanied by a stingy ghost, which is also ......."

......。

One of them said, the other partner, and they talked like this, as if the more they talked, the more excited they became, and the more they talked, the more excited they became.

Yang Qing was actually laughed at by them.

She said, "Did you hear that? ”

Wusheng said: "Yes. ”

Yang Qing said: "What do you think?" ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing said: "They are humiliating you. ”

Wusheng nodded and said, "I also said that you are my daughter-in-law." ”

Yang Qing was suddenly speechless, retracted her head into his arms, and was silent.

Wusheng said: "Do you want to eat?" ”

Yang Qing suddenly stretched out her head and nodded, like a flower list.

Wusheng said: "Are you afraid?" ”

Yang Qing said: "I'm more afraid of hunger. ”

Wusheng said: "You have to be mentally prepared. ”

Yang Qing said: "Okay." ”

Wusheng said: "Very good. ”

Wusheng walked over.

Standing seven feet above them like a stone statue, he said, "Go ahead." ”

When Yang Qing walked over, it was also the time when the oil flowers in the oil pot were the most intense.

She looked at the oil flower as if she felt something.

The oil in the pot is boiling more and more, and oil flowers are floating.

The oil flowers flickered, but they were not shiny.

Sword light.

The sword light flew up like a rainbow, and his people also floated up, floating towards Yang Qing.

When the tip of the sword was less than half an inch away from Yang Qing's throat, it suddenly stopped.

A man slowly retracted the gun, standing like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

With a "ding", the sword fell to the ground and the person swayed.

A bloody hole suddenly appeared in his chest, a bloody hole, and blood suddenly appeared excitedly and frantically from it.

Falling into the oil pot turned into wisps of mysterious and strange white smoke slowly rising, as if it was sent by an immortal.

There was an indescribable look of panic, fear, and disbelief in the man's eyes. "I can't imagine that my white face is ......."

He collapsed before he could finish his sentence, and then remained motionless.

The big-ass woman walked over and looked at her dementedly, as if she didn't believe it was real.

She said, "He's dead? ”

Yang Qing said: "Yes. ”

The big-ass woman said, "I'm not dead yet." ”

As she spoke, she suddenly pulled out two hammers from her ass.

The buttocks were small, and the hammer whirred and smashed towards Yang Qing.

This hammer goes down, and the flesh is not a meatloaf but a meatloaf.

The little ass woman yelled and said, "Wusheng, don't interfere, we are all women, I have what she has, and I am ...... than her." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she rolled on the donkey with a hammer seven or eight times, gasped and said, "You ......." ”

Yang Qing jumped into Wusheng's arms as if fleeing for her life, and said, "It's good if you said it earlier." ”

The little-ass woman gritted her teeth and said, "I won't let you go if I make a tofu flower." ”

The hammer whirred, but it smashed into his own brain.

There was still resentment, unwillingness, and anger on his dead flesh-like face.

Sigh of nothingness.

Yang Qing gasped.

Wusheng said: "Do you want to eat it?" ”

Yang Qing said: "I listen to you." ”

Wusheng said: "Do you want to take me to find food?" ”

Yang Qing said: "Don't bring it." ”

Wusheng said: "Very good. ”