Stepping into the account room again, Shan and Shuang were a little nervous. Sure enough, Mr. Bookkeeper's eyes came as promised, and he stared at Shan Shuang.

The slightly questioning gaze made Shan Shuang a little embarrassed.

"How?" asked the storyteller with a smile.

"This is the student I am talking about, for the sake of some copper coins and favors, all the homework in the past few days has been lost. Mr. Ledger scolded angrily, which made Shan and Shuang even more embarrassed.

"Sir, don't blame, I've hurt my body a little in the past few days, and I didn't dare to move around much, so I delayed my homework. Shan Shuang could only explain with a bitter face.

"Hurt yourself?" The bookkeeper's eyes widened, but the storyteller on the side took the initiative to testify for Shan Shuang, "I have seen this with my own eyes, and it is indeed an injury that has delayed time." ”

"I know!" Mr. Bookkeeper also rolled his eyes, he naturally did not doubt it. The biggest advantage of odds and doubles is that they don't lie, but sometimes that's not a good thing.

It's just that Shan Shuang's body is injured in bones, and it is not easy to think about it. Fortunately, it doesn't seem like a big problem.

"There's a yellow tree in your basket, which is good for your injuries, but I've picked it up. The storyteller asked with a smile.

"I exchanged some things with someone a few days ago, and if my husband needs it, I can go to the swamp in the dense forest to find it again. Shan Shuang's face was solemn, and for a while, the room suddenly fell silent.

Heiwa snickered, Mr. Bookkeeper also twitched, and Mr. Storyteller opened his mouth even more.

"Senior brother, I didn't expect you to have this miscalculation on this day, people with deep blessings, you really want to kill me. Although Mr. Ledger felt a little sorry in his heart, he also knew that Shan and Shuang, a well-known shabby household, could not hold any blessings here.

It's a thousand thanks to be able to leave a little.

Thinking that the senior brother had praised someone's good fortune, Mr. Bookkeeper couldn't help but be happy.

Mr. Storyteller also had a headache for a while, and he thought that he would borrow it again in a few days, but he didn't expect it to change hands so quickly.

"What did you change?" asked the storyteller again unwillingly.

"A book, a sword!" The biggest advantage of Shan Shuang is very heart-wrenching at this moment. Especially when Shan Shuang took out the close-fitting Guza, Mr. Storyteller was even more protective of his forehead, and he could only accept this fact.

"It's also an extra volume collection, look at it, look at it. "Mr. Bookkeeper understands his brother's mood very well, and thinks that over the years, he has experienced many ups and downs.

But the dragon horn, it's a pity, but it's just a pity.

"Do you know how valuable that tree is?"

"I can guess some. ”

"Have you ever regretted it?"

"No, I didn't. ”

"What if I told you that the tree would give you a new lease of life and get rid of your current life?"

The two asked and answered, and the storyteller always stared at Shan Shuang, and Shan and Shuang never dodged a single bit.

"No regrets. ”

Shan Shuang frowned, and shook his head after a little thought. Maybe it was because Mr. didn't ask again, and I was afraid that Mr. wouldn't believe it, so he said, "If it weren't for that girl, I would have starved to death three years ago, let alone any trees." Grandma Wu said that the grace of a drop of water will be reciprocated by springs. ”

Shan Shuang can't forget that the boy who almost cried to death in the grave was rescued by a white-faced bun.

When people are hungry and afraid, they will go crazy, and when they are very hungry, they can only be a soft-footed shrimp.

Crawling on the grave, how he hoped that Grandma Wu could take him, and save him a terrible stomachache.

But after waiting and waiting, Grandma Wu refused to take him down after all. He walked down the street over and over again, wishing that someone would look at him pitifully and give him a little scraps.

can dangle around, and no one wants to pay attention to him as a disaster star during the New Year.

Grandma Wu often said that if you fall asleep, you won't be hungry, but that time, Shan Shuang couldn't sleep.

Not only can't I sleep, but I'm awake. It's just that the more awake you are, the hungrier you get. If it weren't for the white-faced steamed bun that helped him get through the day, he wouldn't have been able to taste the New Year's offerings.

So the girl liked it, so he gave it to her. So the girl needs it, and he has no complaints.

Since then, he has not spoken out. I don't know if he really listened.

But after all, it doesn't matter, most of these words are said to themselves.

It's just the black baby on the side, her eyes are bulging and bulging, and she doesn't know where Grandma Wu came from so many truths, and how can it be passed on to such a dead brain who has never opened her mind.

It's just that this guy is stupid, and he just remembers it.

"Your Guzha is a unique copy, how about giving it to me?" the gentleman asked, taking Guzha in his hand and looking at it.

"Sir has a life-saving grace for me, and he can do it. Last time I was in a coma, I haven't thanked Mr. well, I thank you here, Heiwa is a little reckless, and I hope Mr. is not strange. ”

Shan Shuang bowed deeply, and the sincerity made the bookkeeper beat his chest again, who is the senior brother?

It's a black baby, although she doesn't understand the rules, but after all, she can see a little way, but it's just a brainless one, which really makes people scratch their hearts and cheeks.

Mr. was also stunned, and then laughed, the Confucian followed the wind for the first time had some indulgence, fortunately, it was properly controlled, and in the blink of an eye, it was the gentleman like a spring breeze, "Come to the night school tomorrow, I'll tell you another book, how about it?"

Singles and doubles have no reason to refuse.,Just thinking about the night school is another expense.,Although Mr. didn't urge.,But Single-shuang.,But Single-shuang.。

On the way back, he carefully took stock of his belongings, but Heiwa's eyes rolled and rolled, I really don't know if this guy is really stupid or really stupid.

"You're a little bad at teaching this etiquette!"

Looking at the two departing teenagers, Mr. glanced at Mr. Bookkeeper, and there was a lot of ridicule.

"I'm just a bookkeeper, what etiquette do you expect me to teach?" Mr. bookkeeper didn't care, and his nonchalant smile made the senior brother even more silent.

"Maybe the gentleman is wrong!"

The storyteller muttered, but no one heard him.

As far as the eye could see, the two teenagers turned into one, and once the figures of Shan Shuang were blocked by the black baby, there were only two feet left to be seen.

The thick black man, Mr. Storyteller has seen me a few times, and each time he thinks he is a bigger villain.

For a while, I couldn't see the top.

Fortunately, in this world, it seems that a wicked person is really needed, and the wicked person will grind the evil world, which sounds good.

Back in the yard, the slugs were still turning over the river and the sea, and the yard that had just been tidied up when they left was already a mess again. Maybe it was because of Heiwa, the slug didn't dare to stay in the courtyard for long, and put down the two fragrant white-flour buns and twisted and secretly went out of the courtyard.

The bronze long sword on the wall was cleaned, and Shan Shuang still stewed some broth, and after the two of them ate it, there was still half a pot left.

"A bad guy like you usually doesn't end well. ”

Heiwa was already full of food and drink, and when she saw the remaining broth in the pot, she drank a bowl of it again, but in the end, she couldn't hold on, so she angrily slammed the bowl on the stove.

just pretended not to hear, but took off a wolf's hind leg from the kang. So Heiwa couldn't look down any longer, so she could only turn around and leave with a low sigh of stupidity.

After frying the medicine, Shan Shuang carried his things to the west of the town.

Dilong ditch, Dilong Town!

Dilong Town, North and South District!

It is about the rich area of Dilonggou, whether it is a restaurant or a large family, there are many real estate in the north and south districts. Of course, even in the East and West Districts, the land of large families is always good.

The neglected east and west areas are mostly some cold people's homes, and if you stand on a high place, there are thatched houses rising and falling one after another, and there is also a unique image.

It's just that it can't stand the thinness of people, and it can't stand the dust of the muddy road.

Qingzi's home is in the West District, although he is a good guy, but his family background is a little stronger than that of Singles and Doubles.

At the door, Shan Shuang saw an old man holding a stick, with white hair and ravines on his face.

If you look closely at the trouser legs, they are also empty, rising with the night breeze and falling with the night wind.

"Aber!"

Singshuang called respectfully, and the old man only glanced up, then lowered himself and continued to make the unfinished straw sandals in his hand.

The old man is Aoko's father, an "old man" in his early forties.

I heard Grandma Wu say that Qingzi's father came to Dilonggou more than ten years ago. When he came, he already had a broken leg, and when he came, he was already this old man.

The old man's attitude is no longer strange, he has come to Qingzi's house not a small number of times, but the old man has never opened his mouth, or maybe this young old man is a mute.

Qingzi lay under the big poplar tree in the courtyard, although the trouser legs were not as empty as the old man's, but there was some dazzling distortion, and a trace of painful convulsions occasionally flashed on her face.

Seeing Shan Shuang enter the door, Qingzi reluctantly twisted on the recliner and leaned back.

"Sure enough, you'll be the first and only one to see me. Waiting for Shan Shuang to put things down, Qingzi also sighed, pulled the firewood chair and stool next to him, and motioned for Shan Shuang to sit down.

Just waited for Shan Shuang to sit down, and the two were indifferent, just like the old man at the door.

The night wind continued, and the stars were slightly visible, but the coughing of Shan Shuang became more and more frequent.

Qingzi, who dislikes the single cough the most in the store, is enjoying it at the moment.

He actually likes to have someone with him, even if it's the most famous loner in town, he doesn't care at all.

In his eyes, no matter how strong his lonely life is, it can't be worth the old man at the door, and he hasn't lived until now?

can be the intrigue of life, open and secret fighting, this point, Qingzi, who has been the pillar of the family early, is even clearer than Shan Shuang.

The old man's only kindness to him was to let him survive, and it really only allowed him to survive.

Shan Shuang is a lonely life, and he is no better. There is at least one black baby in Shan Shuang, and there is a Grandma Wu who used to love Shan Shuang, but he only has the father of this mute old man.

Even, whether he is his father or not, is still told by neighbors. And the neighbors, I'm afraid, are just relying on their own guesses.

It's just the blood kinship in his body, after all, that makes him have a love for the old man.

The hotel is trying to get rid of the single and double, and it is this love that is better than the single and double fate.

At this moment, listening to the familiar coughing sound, he felt relieved. At the very least, less worrying and less anxious.

When the old man returned to the bedroom on crutches to sleep peacefully, Shan Shuang helped Qingzi back to his room.

The picture is poor, and except for a wooden bed and a wooden table containing medicine, I really can't find anything anymore.

Fortunately, the house is not big, and I am not afraid of looking empty.

After placing Qingzi, Shan Shuang was ready to turn around and go out.

Aoko finally spoke, "I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice. ”

"I know! I knew before I even got out of the hotel. Shan Shuang nodded slightly.

"Don't you feel tired of being a rotten good person?"

Singshuang's answers, Qingzi understands in her heart. There are not many good people in this world, and there are even fewer rotten good people like Shan Shuang, and rotten good people who are still alive are even more scarce.

Seeing that Shan Shuang just smiled and didn't speak, Qingzi said casually, "The Buddhist scriptures say that good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and there is really no deception." ”

"Mr. Bookkeeper hasn't said anything about this, but being a good person is good after all. ”

Singles and doubles are serious, and even Qingzi can't help but be stunned.

In this world, the one who can be so serious and laughing is the elm head.

After saying that, it is not a scholarly knowledge, Shan Shuang didn't stay in the courtyard for long, and Qingzi didn't politely stay.

Different people have different ways of communicating, some people don't need to be polite, some people need to be polite, and some people want to be polite.

And this kind of person is not polite, but he himself is always polite to others.

It's tiring and it's hard.

When Shan Shuang left, Qingzi's gaze gradually became gloomy, then gloomy, and finally the rest was vicious.

He got out of bed, dragged his legs out of the room, and pushed the old man's door open again.

The old man did not sleep, but sat on the high stool beside the bed, and his cloudy eyes never moved away from the head of the bed, as if there was a person lying on the bed, half-holding his hand.

If an outsider is around, he must be shocked into a cold sweat.

"I want revenge!" was Aoko's first sentence.

"I'm going out!" was Aoko's second sentence.

"I'm going to kill someone!" was Aoko's third sentence.

After saying that, Qingzi just stared at the old man and didn't say a word.

"Kill, are you sure?"

The old man rubbed the head of the bed, and his voice was unusually hoarse and terrifying, probably because he had forgotten how to make a sound for many years.

"Revenge, how can you not take revenge?" Qingzi replied, and dragged his leg out of the house, which dragged on the ground, and blood gradually flowed out, drawing a dazzling blood mark.

It's just that both the old man and Qingzi don't seem to care at all.

It was only when Qingzi went out that the old man said again, "I'll leave tomorrow." ”

The old man crawled on the head of the bed, and his voice gradually became inaudible, and the old man tonight spoke a different kind of triviality.

Out of the courtyard of Qingzi's house, Shan Shuang stopped at the corner.

The black man also came out of the hidden darkness, and neither of them spoke. The man is still worried that this goods is worthless, and he feels that Heiwa is the only guy he doesn't have to be polite.

Because of this guy, he will be very angry when he is polite to him, and he is not the kind of pretend.