"Bring it. ”

"No, I snatched it. ”

"My pocket. ”

"I still grabbed it. ”

Early in the morning in the City God Temple, the big and small eyes stared together, and the two figures, one old and one young, returned to their previous tattered appearance, and they were all in one place angrily, which was already almost noon, and it still couldn't stop. Halfway through, the yellow dog came back, and he burst in excitedly, but saw that the two of them were facing their foreheads tightly, in broad daylight, who had ever seen such an unbearable tossing scene, shouted twice and ran on his calves.

The little beggar said that he snatched the things with his ability, and he didn't give half a penny of his strength, so he just didn't give it. Lao Hua said that the pocket was his. The little beggar wanted to say that the old flower promised to pass it on to him, and he clearly brought out the sage's quotations to squeeze the old flower. The two of them quarreled and quarreled, and in the end, Lao Hua simply stopped arguing, just sat aside, watching the little beggar take out all kinds of food from the baby's pocket, but out of sight, while silently practicing fart.

The little beggar eats happily, but always feels that something is wrong, and then it is time for dinner, the old flower is still the pestle, although the fart is not broken, but the little beggar's heart is panicked, looking at the old flower with a calm and relaxed appearance, there must be a ghost. Thinking about it, I hugged the baby pocket in my arms more and more.

"Open it and take a look. Lao Hua suddenly looked playfully at the little beggar who was hiding in the corner and staring at him with a wary face. Hearing this, the little beggar was suddenly startled, and hurriedly recited the sentence "The little beggar is a fart ball", but he didn't see the baby spit out of the bag for a long time, and looked up at the old flower deeply, but saw the old flower sauce pork knuckle in his left hand and roasted goose leg in his right hand, and he was not happy to eat.

"I'm holding on to it!"

"The magic is one foot high, and the thief is one foot high. Lao Hua said this with a mouth full of fatty and greasy meat.

"You're cheating. "To each by means, to one another. While eating, Lao Hua raised his little finger and plucked his ears indifferently, and looked at the little beggar on the side.

"Hey, hey, presbyopia. The little beggar suddenly rolled his eyes, and looked at the old man with ill intentions. "What are you doing, let me tell you, the big girl in the Red Pavilion is better looking than you. The old flower looked at the little beggar vigilantly with goose legs.

"Don't you always say that my little slippery head has a good talent, which suits your sneaky skills. Then you teach me. ”

"Oh, the one who doesn't learn?"

"The sages said that at this time and that time, people have no choice but to bow their heads under the eaves. The little beggar smiled and looked at the sauce pork knuckle in Lao Hua's hand.

"This sage is right. Lao Hua looked at the little beggar's motionless little eyes on the pig's elbow, but took a bite of it and threw it to him very angrily.

The little beggar wiped the pig's knuckle on his clothes with a disgusted face, and snorted softly, it was really dirty. The sages also said that it is not too late to take revenge.

Early the next morning, Tiancai just opened his eyes slightly, and the little beggar woke up with a "beautiful big girl" yelling at the old flowers, and then looked at the old flowers with a smile on his face full of anticipation.

"What kind of wind are you kidding!"

"You taught me how to steal. The little beggar rubbed his hands seriously and said.

Lao Hua looked at the villain in front of him with black lines, and it seemed that it was difficult to get rid of it: "Come to the yard." He let out a long yawn.

"Do you know how to hide from the stones?" Lao Hua picked up a handful of broken stones in the courtyard.

"Understand, understand, let's get started. The little beggar couldn't wait to urge.

I saw Lao Hua pinching a small stone in his hand and throwing it softly towards the little beggar, dodging, throwing it again, and dodging it again. The little beggar was playing and dancing happily, and felt that his skills were very good. "It's not difficult, can I leave the school?" he raised his head and looked at Lao Minghua in surprise, and hurriedly asked, still stepping on the flowers under his feet and jumping between the stone tracks.

"Give you some sweetness, do you really want to be your own hero? I'm just afraid that it will blow you too hard. Lao Hua said with a disdainful face.

Before the little beggar could reply, he grabbed a stone again and flicked it on his fingertips, "Woo!" and flicked again, "Woo!" ...... You can imagine how the little beggar who blew the cowhide looked miserable in the end. When the wailing in the courtyard finally fell, the first rooster crow in the small town rang out one after another.

"You're just trying to beat me!"

"It's quite conscious, the children can be taught, the children can be taught!" Lao Hua looked at the little beggar who showed many red marks on his body at this time, and put on a very satisfied look, "Yes, the complexion is much ruddy!"

The little beggar rubbed the sore places on his body, and looked at the old flower with his eyes: "Didn't bluff me." Hearing this, Lao Hua didn't answer, and raised his eyes, quite embarrassed, "Love to practice or not." ”

"Practice!" the little beggar was silent for a long time, and finally squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

However, in the end, in addition to adding many red marks on his body and looking at the old flowers more and more ruthlessly, he didn't necessarily avoid a few stones.

"You must be cheating me and calling Hanako. The little beggar watched the sun gradually hang, and the old flower was leisurely drinking wine and eating big meat on the side, and he was angry. "I want it too!"

"Nope. The sage said, strict teachers are high apprentices, and if you don't practice well, you still want to eat?" The little beggar listened to the sage in the mouth of the old flower, and couldn't find the words to answer for a while, so he felt that it was not cute, and the sage was bought by the treasure pocket of the old flower, and he didn't help the little beggar. Reaching out and touching his shriveled belly, his eyes picked the old flowers many times.

"Why don't we use the stones and give you a chance?" "You say!" The little beggar was reluctant to return to Lao Hua one more word, and if he said one more word, he thought about the hot pain in his body.

"Don't say that I bully the big with the old flower, this time as long as you can touch me within the yard, I will give you the pocket, I don't count if I touch you. ”

The little beggar rolled his eyes and turned, thinking that it was a good deal, but the old flower was much bigger than the stone boy, although the old flower was not just to bully the small, and it was also blatant and reasonable, but he still agreed.

Seeing that Lao Hua sucked his fingers in satisfaction, the little beggar was angry, and rushed towards Lao Hua in a daze, but when he saw that Lao Hua on the other side also rushed towards him, he was confused. Shouldn't he run? Hehe, I'm always calling Hua very his mouth, and he still cares about my little beggar in his heart. The little beggar's heart suddenly warmed. Lao Hua has the most face, if he is discovered, he will be embarrassed, and he has to act decently. The little beggar thought about it, and reached out to grab the cloth of the old flower's clothes, but was dodged by the old flower's side. By the way, the momentum of the scene can't fall. Thinking about it, he was about to turn around and grab it to the side, but unexpectedly, there was a fierce force on his buttocks, and he instantly fell on his stomach and gnawed on the mud.

"You!" "You're not going to be hungry enough to eat dirt, are you?" Lao Hua stood leisurely and scratched the back of her neck, looking at the little beggar with disdain.

Pity the little beggar who still thinks about the old flower in his heart, he has been lying on the ground for a long time, his chest is lying down and rising, rising and falling, his eyes are aggrieved, he is more and more vicious, his hands are on the ground, and he rushes towards Lao Hua. Then I listened to the wailing in the yard turn into all kinds of sounds of slamming the wall and lying on the ground, and the crisp sound of dirty hands caressing the buttocks.

"Ahh

The initiator looked like he didn't care about himself, and yawned leisurely: "I didn't sleep enough in the morning, my strength is a little smaller, and I will continue to help you practice tomorrow." As he spoke, he stretched his waist, and when it was time for dinner, he took out the wine and meat from his treasure pocket, and ate it happily in the hateful eyes that kept chopping.

The little beggar was very aggrieved, and continued to fart! Still help me? Do I owe it to clean up? But I couldn't grab it, so I had to go to the yard to pull grass roots to support the scene with my stomach in my arms.

......

The stars and the moon were all napping, and only the door dogs of the unknown family in the small town barked a few times occasionally, echoing in the air of the small city. The poor man in the temple only knew that his stomach was barking much worse than a dog. Originally, if it was the top, three or two days would not be a problem, after all, it was a little flower called Hanako who had survived a hard life. But after a day of wandering, this is a little uncomfortable, and the body and mind are so tired that they are wronged.

Seeing that most of the night had passed, the little beggar crept up and crawled towards the old flower at the other end. All these movements were extremely subtle, and there was no sound at all, at least that's what the little beggar thought. Seeing that he carefully hooked out the treasure pocket in Lao Hua's arms, and carefully stuffed the fake pocket back, he rushed to the yard with a smirk in three or two steps.

"The little beggar is a" didn't respond? Still motionless. The little beggar pulled his pocket and opened it, but it was empty. hurriedly turned around, but saw Lao Hua leaning against the broken door frame with a smile on his face, looking at himself, took out the treasure pocket in his arms, and shook it up leisurely.

"How!" said the little beggar in surprise, "when you hit me?"

Lao Hua didn't speak, looked at him with a smile, and nodded with a meaningful face.

The little beggar's head was completely drooping, and his heart was wilted several times, and he scolded the old flower hatefully.

"Smack-" Suddenly, a black-green, black-green purse was thrown in front of the little beggar. Uncovering the layers of lotus leaves, the roast chicken wrapped in it was finally revealed.

"Don't say that my old flower bullies little kids. The quiet city god broke the temple at night, and only the sound of the old flower turning around and walking back to the temple touched the echo in the little beggar's heart.

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, and took a bite on the roast chicken. I lowered my head and hurriedly stuffed it into my mouth, and suddenly some unlovely sand was about to run into my eyes, and I blinked my eyelids many times, and I still shaved nastyly. He held the purse in his arms, puffed out his cheeks and smiled stupidly, his eyes were wet.

The little fat insects and small crickets in the ruined courtyard of the City God Temple all slept. The little beggar didn't dare to sleep, so he looked at the bright moonlight and lay on the yellow earth to write the story that the ant warrior and the elephant demon had to tell.