The cloak shook violently in the cold wind, and the tip of the spear dripped with blood.

The gun has long been retracted.

The man stood like a stone statue, silent like a stone statue, staring and poking at the man with empty eyes.

A cold wind blows.

The pool of blood mysteriously gave birth to ripples, undulating violently.

The fresh pears in the basket slowly rolled into a pool of blood, and suddenly they were stained blood-red, bloody red.

Vicious, cruel eyes stared vaguely at Wusheng, staring at the gun in Wusheng's hand.

Silent without life.

The cloak was already speaking, and even Yang Qing couldn't hold it anymore.

Yang Qing's body shook violently, no slower than that of the cloak. "I'm so scared."

Her voice was small and fragile with fear.

Wusheng hugged her in his arms. "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Yang Qing stared at the man, and the pear rolling out of the basket was motionless in a pool of blood, just like the hand holding the basket, never moving again.

Who is this man? Why is it here?

That knife was too fast, and Yang Qing had already deeply felt the chill brought by that knife, a chill to the bone.

The blood on the tip of the spear was gone.

The man has not left, why has he not left? Is there someone still waiting?

Is there still a mysterious person here, someone who will die at any time?

Speechless, the cheeks swept by the cold wind.

There was not a trace of coldness or emotion in every muscle stone on his cheeks.

Yang Qing struggled to control herself, then smiled, "You finally killed someone." ”

Silent without life.

Yang Qing stared at the gun, and there was no blood on the pitch-black head of the gun.

"That's a woman, you said, don't kill women."

"That's a man, not a woman."

Yang Qing was already staring at the snow-white neck, and suddenly there was an Adam's apple.

She exhaled deeply, "How do you know it's a woman?" ”

Silent without life.

Turning around like a stone statue, facing the cold wind, he walked to the other end of the long street.

The cold wind is colder, cold and cold.

The cold sweat on Yang Qing's body had completely dried and stuck to her clothes, cold and hard.

It is not a big deal for a person's body to be cold, but if his heart is cold, it is difficult to warm up.

Maybe only with emotion, that kind of emotion may be more effective than good medicine in the eyes of amorous women.

Wusheng suddenly stopped, standing like a stone statue, and walked towards the corner of the wall that was full of sunlight but without a trace of cold wind.

Staring, poking at the shabby man.

It's easy to think of shabby this man, because everything about him is shabby.

Wusheng stood far away, and did not pass.

The man hugged the black stick, put his hands in his sleeves, and leaned against the wall, the straw tied very strongly, without a trace of slack, and the rock sugar gourd on it was already glowing in the soft sun.

Cotton clothes, cotton hats, cotton shoes.

Every wrinkle on his cheeks seemed to be filled with the toil and pain of his life.

There was eye droppings in the corners of his eyes, but they did not wither.

He closed his eyes, but stretched his neck wide, as if he was afraid of missing the heat of every ray of the sun.

The people who rushed to the market on the long street gradually left, and there was no buying and selling, so he stayed in the corner, and he didn't bother to sell or open his eyes.

A few naughty children suddenly slipped out of the alley opposite.

Laughing and running to the man, clamoring for food, the urchin from the higher point gave him a few copper plates, bought a few skewers, and divided them.

The naughty children were laughing and basking in the sun by the wall, laughing and playing.

They seem to be playing happily, and the childhood years are so pure and lovely.

One of the naughty boys approached the rock candy gourd vendor gently, smiling cutely, playfully, and mysteriously.

A child with this kind of smile must stay away, because he must have bad intentions and will definitely make a whole person, this is a whole smile.

With this smile, he approached the peddler gently, gently took out a firecracker from his pocket, and gently stuffed it into the peddler's cotton coat, revealing only a small gray and light-colored fuse, and then felt out the fire fold, lit the fuse, but he covered his mouth and fled to the naughty children with a smile.

Playing like no one.

The firecracker suddenly went off, and the vendor jumped up in a daze, looked at the side, and although there was anger on his face, he couldn't do anything.

Yang Qing stood far away and couldn't help laughing.

She tugged at her cloak, "Did you play with it when you were a kid?" ”

Silent without life.

The stone statue is motionless, and the stone statue is silent.

Yang Qing smiled and stared at the little ghosts on the side, all smiling stupidly, as if it was really fun, the excitement and cheerfulness of teasing others are what naughty children like to enjoy.

Because they are all very small and very ignorant.

For the sake of play, all the misfortunes in their eyes are bullshit, nothing.

Two urchins rolled up their sleeves in the corner and played cards.

The hands were obviously swollen like steamed buns, and each finger was a few turns thick, but they played very vigorously and seriously.

The cards were folded in large and small sizes, and it was easy to see that they must have run out of books for school.

Those hands may have been beaten with a ring ruler by Mr. Teach.

Yang Qing knows this kind of card very well because she has also played it.

When she was a child, she not only played, but also won all the books that others went to, and it was a real pleasure to hide under the covers and count the cards she had won.

Wonderful, thrilling enjoyment.

She actually laughed stupidly, "Have you played this before?" ”

Yang Qing sighed, because she knew that Wusheng would not be able to speak, and she would not be able to say it if she had played or not.

Another naughty boy had a slingshot in his hand, and a shy girl was standing beside him, munching on a gourd of rock sugar, laughing and putting the bottle on the mound in the corner, and then running aside to admire the slingshot's stunt.

The rubber band was stretched very long, the teeth in his mouth were clenched, and the naughty boy's eyes were narrowed, staring at the naughty boy.

The girl laughed and gave him a rock sugar gourd.

The hand was released, and the tense strength of the rubber band suddenly threw the stone out and hit the wine bottle unbiasedly.

The bottle had fallen to the ground, and the smile on the girl's cheeks was even stronger, and she laughed with joy, "Brother is great, brother is wonderful...... ”

Pride quietly floated on the little brother's face.

Yang Qing suddenly loosened her cloak and walked towards the group of naughty boys, but was pulled by Wusheng.

She couldn't figure it out, but a look of horror appeared in her heart.

Because Wusheng didn't let her get close, she had a good reason, and if she didn't listen to it, she would be unlucky.

This is what she has summed up from countless unfortunate experiences.

Yang Qing held the cloak tightly, hid behind it and did not approach, she gradually understood that behind many peaceful and stable things, there were dangers and murderous intentions.

But she still laughed, because it really made her happy, and it reminded her of the slightest thing from her childhood.

Wusheng stroked Yang Qing's back, "Do you really want to buy rock sugar gourds?" ”

Yang Qing nodded.

The smile on her face was even stronger, and the chill in her heart had gradually faded.

"You're going to buy it for me?"

Without saying a word, he walked up to the peddler like a stone statue, and stopped beside him like a stone statue.

The group of urchins stayed away, as if they were afraid of the statue.

Yang Qing smiled, the stone statue was really warm and intimate sometimes, and her eyes had drifted to the strings of rock sugar gourds.

Wusheng didn't speak.

The peddler suddenly trembled, opened his eyes and stared at Wusheng, "How many strings do you want?" ”

"A string."

The vendor took out a bunch and handed it to Wusheng, who didn't reach out to take it, but his empty eyes stared and poked at the rock sugar gourd on the stick.

"Not this one." Standing motionless like a stone statue, the stone statue speaks hard, calm, and steady words, and if you have heard the stone speak, it is easy to think of the words of the lifeless.

The peddler doesn't understand.

Inserted the red, big and bright rock sugar gourd back, staring at Wusheng, the cold sweat on his forehead had come out at some point.

Wusheng pointed to the one close to the vendor, "That's good, I want it now." ”

Suddenly a look of horror appeared on the peddler's face, and his hand trembled.

Yang Qing didn't understand, she didn't see any difference in this, they were all very red, big and bright, and every hawthorn was the same.

Her mouth was already drooling, she was already waiting.

The vendor trembled and handed the rock sugar gourd to Wusheng, who took it.

He didn't pay for it, and gently took one of them, which was nothing special and nothing scary.

Yang Qing had already stretched out her hand, and her eyes were already staring at the ruddy and attractive rock sugar gourd.

At that moment, she was startled.

The peddler could jump better than she did, and he suddenly disappeared as soon as he jumped.

The guy who eats is still there, and the person has disappeared like a ghost.

Yang Qing stared at the rock sugar gourd, shocked and frightened, "What is this?" ”

Wusheng didn't speak, and threw the rock sugar gourd at the group of naughty boys, and threw it far away.

There was a loud bang, and the walls suddenly turned into ruins, and suddenly there were only ruins left.

Stir up dust and a cold, merciless cold wind swept them away.

The naughty boys were gone.

Yang Qing gritted her teeth, and a chill suddenly floated on her body, "This is ......." ”

Wusheng caressed her cheeks, every muscle on her cheeks twitching with fear.

The rock sugar gourd in his hand was still there, and the saliva in Yang Qing's mouth had disappeared without a trace.

"What is this?"

"It's a thunderbolt."

Yang Qing stared at the rock sugar gourd in surprise, she couldn't figure it out, this could also be a thunderbolt.

"If we just ate a pull."

"Then we're dead."

He was right, half a grain was enough to blow the body to pieces, not a single grain at all.

Yang Qing stared at the ruins, there was no one inside, no blood, and no tattered clothes. "Those kids, they ......."

"They are not naughty children, maybe they can be the grandparents of naughty children."

Yang Qing was completely shocked, she suddenly hugged her lifeless body, she was really scared.

What else is dangerous on the long street? Isn't it also strange and mysterious? Is it possible to die if you are not careful?

"Why did they kill us?"

Silent without life.

The stone statue is motionless, and the stone statue is silent.

The empty eyes stared and poked at the sky, and the sun hung low on the horizon, and there was no heat on the earth.

The cold wind howled.

Stir up dust and clouds, and the long street looks deserted.

Yang Qing pressed against Wusheng's chest, "I can't stand it, I'm really afraid of death." ”

As she spoke, she struggled to breathe.

Like a lifeless stone statue, he took out two rock sugar gourds and sent them to Yang Qing's eyes.

"Don't you like to eat very much?"

Yang Qing was silent, already shaking her head, and there was no trace of love in her eyes.

Wusheng sent these two strings of rock sugar gourds to Yang Qing's hands, "This is not a thunderbolt. ”

Yang Qing took it and took a bite, although her mouth was very sweet, there was no trace of a smile on her face, she couldn't laugh anymore.

"Why are so many people on this street trying to kill us?"

"Because we're in the way of their good deeds."

Yang Qing blinked, "Who are they?" ”

Wusheng stared at and poked at the ruins, as if he wanted to poke the ruins alive.

Word by word, he said, "They're not people. ”

Yang Qing didn't understand and didn't speak.

"They don't deserve to be human, so they're not human."

Yang Qing smiled bitterly, "Then don't we have to be hunted down by others all the time?" ”

Without saying a word, he turned around like a stone statue, faced the cold wind, and walked to the other end of the long street like a stone statue.

Yang Qing held Wusheng's hand tightly, a calm, stable and warm hand, which seemed to be able to bring calm and safety to others at any time.

Is there still danger ahead? Is there still someone coming to make a move?

This kind of life is really disgusting and tiresome.

The rock sugar gourd in her mouth was still chewing, but she didn't feel a trace of sweetness, she sent one to Wusheng's mouth, and what she didn't expect was that Wusheng didn't refuse.

He actually ate a rock sugar gourd.

Yang Qing smiled, if someone has ever seen a stone statue eating a rock sugar gourd, it is easy to think of what Wusheng looks like now.

"Isn't it delicious?"

Wusheng nodded, "It's delicious." ”

Yang Qing sent another pill, but Wusheng refused.

He stood like a stone statue in front of the grocery store, staring and poking at the old woman, as if he wanted to poke the old woman to death, to death on the ground.

There was no wind in the corner, no chill on the old woman's cheeks, her hands still shaking, still crushing the soles of her shoes.

Cone a hole, and the needle and thread follow into a hole.

Every muscle on her cheeks seemed to be strong, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but drool, and she sucked it in when she came out.

Seeing the lifeless stone statue standing not far away, he didn't seem to be surprised or panicked, but gritted his teeth, pulled out the needle and awl, and then threaded the needle and thread through the hole, and then pulled hard, and tightened the belt.

The kung fu of the sole of the shoe is not something that young people can experience, and when it is cloudy, that hand will be painful and uncomfortable, just like rheumatism, and disgusting.

She didn't seem to see lifelessness, and lifelessness didn't put any pressure on her.

Yang Qing stared at the old woman, without a trace of expression on her face, and vaguely ate a rock sugar gourd in her mouth.

The old woman suddenly stared at the string of rock sugar gourds, and an extremely strange color appeared in her eyes.

Yang Qing pulled her cloak, "Why is this person always taking the soles of his shoes?" ”

"Because she's not human."

Yang Qing doesn't understand, this old man is obviously a human, why isn't he a human?

"If you don't see people in a positive light, you are not worthy of being a man, you can only be a ghost."

As he spoke, he walked towards the man, standing like a stone statue not far away.