It's getting late.

The lame old man prepares to put away the tea stall.

The sun had dropped below the horizon, and the air in the desert had become cold.

The tea guests scattered one after another.

The day's robbery was too shocking, after a few days of chatting, they talked more and more, inadvertently saw the red sun falling in the west, only then did they reluctantly get up, sighing while walking, full of anticipation for tomorrow's chat.

The old man claimed that he didn't get much benefit from the robbery, and he sulked for several days.

I don't want his business to be surprisingly prosperous for several days because of that incident.

Not only the passers-by who rushed to the road with dry mouths and smoke in their throats, but even the poor people in the desert, for the sake of those more and more outrageous messages, did not hesitate to find two copper plates from the sheepskin jackets, buy a bowl of bitter tea, and look at a mouth with spit splashing like a river, and sit for a day.

Although it is a copper coin, it is enough to save a lot.

Resting in a cowhide bag, touching it, it is hard, hanging on the waist, jingling.

It was a pleasant sound.

When the old man listened, he couldn't help grinning his mouth, which was missing a few teeth.

This mouth is getting bigger and bigger, and it is almost pulling to the root of the ear.

The wrinkles on the face are squeezed around the corners of the eyes, overlapping and overlapping, and they appear deeper and deeper.

In the jingling cowhide bag, there is a piece that is extraordinarily heavy, and the sound is extraordinarily brittle.

It was a piece of silver, a hundred taels.

Snowflakes are white.

With such a big ingot of silver, he only drank a few bowls of bitter tea.

Such a good thing, the old man is about to wake up laughing from his dreams.

What's the harm in closing the stall later?

What's more, the one who gave him the silver was still sitting at the wooden table, holding half a bowl of tea, and did not say a word.

You can't let the guests go, right? What's more, Shicai also accepted his big ingot silver.

Look at the man again, as strong as an iron tower, with a plate axe at his waist, flashing with a cold light in the last rays of the sunset.

It was the man with the hat.

He sat in front of the old man like a ghost, and no one noticed such a big man?

Although he is tall and stout, and he doesn't talk much, he is indeed quite kind.

What's more important is that he was generous, and a few bowls of bitter tea were given ten taels of silver.

Moreover, he was so polite when he asked the old man for tea.

If it weren't for that dress, it would really make people mistakenly think that he was a scribe and scholar with a full stomach.

The man sat at the table, holding the tea bowl, staring ahead, motionless......

To be honest, the man sat for a long time.

Rao is money was accepted, and the old man gradually couldn't hold it back.

I wiped the teapot and wiped the table, tossed for a long time, and didn't see the man get up. Sighing, limping, slowly walked in front of the man, clenched his fists with both hands, accompanied by a careful mouth, and muttered with a mouth that was leaking due to missing teeth: "Guest officer, look, this-this ......"

As he spoke, he turned his head with some effort and looked in the direction in which the sun was setting.

The man came back to his senses and saw the old man's face. Hurriedly stood up, nodded apologetically at the old man, put down the tea bowl, hugged his fist at the old man again, and turned around to leave.

Looking at the tall figure leaving, the old man was overjoyed. Lean over and grab the wooden stool and rest it on the table.

The man took two steps forward, turned his head again, and glanced at the old man.

The old man straightened his waist - old and frail, no matter how straight he was, he couldn't get anywhere - and when he looked up, he unexpectedly collided with the man's somewhat sloppy eyes.

The old man was shocked, and immediately avoided the man's eyes. With a tilt of his head, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge burden on the man's back.

The man looked at the old man and silently put away the tea stall, and his steps seemed to be a little hesitant.

The old man packed up his things, and was silent for a long time, when he suddenly raised his head, looked at the man who had not gone far, and shouted loudly: "Guest officer!

When the man heard the shouting, he quickly stopped.

"Dare to ask the guest officer, haven't you found the next place yet?" the old man bowed to the man and clenched his fists, and asked very sincerely.

"Exactly!" said the man, arching his hand at the old man.

"Look—look at this place, this—this, it's getting late, or, look—this, if you don't dislike this, go to the old man's house for the night, right......?

"Thank you, uncle!" the man said loudly, and hugged his fist at the old man, "I can't find the next place, I thought I was going to sleep out again tonight......"

"You're polite, officer! This place, this place, this place in the desert, is not as good as other places, this ghost place, when the sun comes out, it can dry people, and at night, it can freeze people to death......" The old man said, loaded the fellows on a board car, turned around and felt a rope, and tied it a few times around the car.

"Thank you, old man, please ......," said the man, already possessing and grabbing the wheel.

"I can't help it!" the old man hurriedly jumped up, grabbed the wheel, and said to the man again and again.

"You might as well do it!" said the man, pulling the cart and stepping away.

"I can't help it! I can't help it! I can't help this—" the old man muttered, shook his body and snatched it a few times, and let the man pull on the cart. Shaking his head, he limped behind the cart, hunched over and climbed on the cart, making the appearance of a cart, and kept saying, "How can I let you pull the cart? This is really ......unbelievable."

The old man's home is not far away, and in a moment, he has already arrived.

It's just two mud houses on the edge of the desert.

Pushing the door in, it was dark inside, and the old man hurriedly took out the oil lamp and lit it, and after a while, he saw that there was only an earthen kang in the room, a wooden table, two benches, and a few white wooden boxes, and nothing else.

It's very simple.

However, it is naturally much stronger than sleeping in the wild. The man sat generously on the tattered and filthy bench, and did not mind the coldness of the room.

"Guest, this—you sit down first!" the old man said to the man very politely, turned around, dragged the lame leg to the stove, and began to make a fire to cook.

The man took off the axe from his waist, and on the wooden table of the house, his two eyes looked at the darkening sky, motionless.

About half an hour later, the old man hunched over, carrying a huge white wooden tray, dragged his lame legs, and staggered in.

With a glimmer of light like a bean, the man could barely see the contents of the tray: ordinary fried meat, which was so black that he couldn't tell what kind of meat it was, two bowls of clear soup noodles with a few green onions floating on the soup, and a jar of wine, the sealing mud had not yet been opened.

The man hurriedly stood up, grabbed the tray, and said to the old man gratefully: "Thank you for your hospitality......!

The old man shuddered, put the wine and food on the plate on the wooden table, and said very politely with a mouth that always leaked when he spoke: "The guest officer should not be polite! This-this-this-this - this - this old man has nothing to entertain at home! That's it, this morning, this morning set a rabbit, the guest should not dislike it, eat a few bites indiscriminately, fill the stomach, this-this is not polite, eat a few bites indiscriminately, this-this, and ask the guest officer to bear with me......

"Where, where!" the old man is kind, and he is grateful...... the man said, bending down and clenching his fists again, and bowing deeply at the old man.

"This-this, this guest officer, don't be polite, don't be polite......" This old man, his legs were lame, and his mouth seemed to be lame, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said "this" and "this" endlessly.

The two politely exchanged words and sat down one after another.

The old man put two more wine bowls on the table, opened the jar, and filled it with wine. He raised a wine bowl and presented it to the man with both hands: "Guest officer, this-this, this is not a good wine, this-this is a bowl first......"

"Thank you, uncle, please ......" The man raised two big hands like a fan and took them respectfully.

"Please, please, this, this, please, please......" The old man picked up the wine bowl and said "this" and "this" without stopping.

"Please!" the man picked up the wine and drank it all.

"......" the old man muttered vaguely, took a sip of the wine bowl. Place the bowl back on the table. He looked down at the cowhide bag hanging from his waist, and then at the kang.

The man's burden rested on the earthen kang.

The rabbit meat tastes really good, even though it's black fried.

The man was probably hungry too, and his chopsticks flew and he ate quickly.

The old man is old, of course, he can't eat much. took a bite of meat, sucked and drank a bowl of noodles, and persuaded the man to drink a few bowls of wine.

Outside, the sky was completely dark, and there was no starlight, and it was as heavy as stubborn iron.

When the old man saw that the man had finished eating, he persuaded him to drink two bowls of wine. With some difficulty, he opened a white wooden box and bent down to take out a fairly clean quilt. turned around and climbed onto the kang, moved his pile of rotten cotton wool aside, and laid out the futon for the man.

There is only one earthen kang, and it seems that the two are going to sleep together.

It's two men in the end, and it doesn't hurt to squeeze it.

The man thanked him, looked at the night outside the door, slowly took off his coat, and prepared to rest.

The old man shook his body and took the oil lamp.

The man caught it, put it on the windowsill, and the old man went out on his own.

Through the dim oil lamp, the man suddenly noticed that something seemed to be stained on the quilt?

When I looked closer, it seemed to be dirt. A man who walks the rivers and lakes, where there is so much management, was thinking, and saw the old man limping and walking in with a porcelain basin.

"Guest, this-this, this hot feet, this-this solution, this solution, relief of fatigue......" the old man stammered, put the porcelain basin on the ground at his feet, and looked at the man's burden again.

"This-this, this--you have bothered! Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you......" The man hurriedly stood up and clasped his fists at the old man. was overly enthusiastic, and he became incoherent.

"This-guest officer, you wash first, and then go to bed after washing, old man-this, old man clean up. With that, the old man put the dishes and bowls on the table on the tray and went out with them......

In the middle of the night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

On the earthen kang, the man's dream is in full swing.

Suddenly, he felt that there was something strange in the room, and secretly shouted "not good" in his heart, and was about to get up, when suddenly, with a broken drink, a board knife was already on his neck.

Barely opening his eyes, a torch illuminated the earthen house as bright as day, the firelight flickered, and blood-red flowers jumped on the surrounding earthen walls.

lowered his head slightly, and this time he saw clearly, the dirt on the quilt was full of blood.

No wonder the old man only lit such a dim oil lamp.

No wonder this lame old man is so enthusiastic......

The man came to his senses completely.

The body moved inadvertently, and a big man shouted again: "Don't move!" As he spoke, the blade knife in his hand lightly scraped twice on the man's neck.

There was a rustling sound in the house, and it didn't seem to be a person.

"Cripple master, that's all there is to ...... silver" was another young voice.

"Heh-snowflake silver, it's two hundred taels! not bad! Not bad......

This voice is familiar to him, so old, and when he hears it, he is the lame old man, but at this time, he is so much more li, and he has no strength to talk about "this" and "this" non-stop.

"Cripple master, this kid ......" The big man with the knife turned his head to look at the old man and asked tentatively.

"What's the use of keeping him?" the old man replied to the big man's question very decisively.

"Yes, do it, what's the use of keeping a living mouth, the dead man's ditch can't be filled with as many dead people, do it ......clean," the young voice chimed in.

"Get it out?" the big man with the knife asked again.

"Yes, this kid is not a good stubble!" the old man said categorically, and a murderous aura rushed to his face.

"Okay!" the big man with the knife replied, raised the knife like lightning, and slashed at the man's throat.

With a "poof", the board knife fell on the pillow, and suddenly cut the black pillow in half, and the grass clippings inside rolled out, full of blood.

The big man with the knife was shocked, and was about to turn around, when there was a muffled "bang", and he received a heavy punch on the back of the head, and the whole person suddenly stood there and fell straight down.

The old man was shocked when he saw this, shook the knife in his hand, and jumped to the door in one step.

Although his leg was lame, he jumped up with unusual speed.

When the man went out, his body changed, and he had blocked the door, and when he looked at it again, he had already raised the axe in his hand.

"Wow, ......" There was a strange scream, and the man with a very young voice also rushed over with a knife, and when he saw the plate axe in the man's hand, he suddenly stopped, and his legs couldn't help but tremble violently.

"Strongman!" the old man spoke first, "We have no eyes and no beads, and offend the strong man and the tiger!" I will wait to die, I hope that the strong man will make it convenient, let the old man go, be very kind, and be unforgettable ......without teeth."

The man stood in the doorway, carrying a plate axe, motionless and silent.

"Strongman! I won't tell you, the old man has been doing this business for some years, and he has saved 10,000 taels of silver, and today he will give it all away, and I hope that the strong man will have a convenient ......" The old man continued to say respectfully, and suddenly, he pushed the man who was standing beside him trembling.

The man screamed strangely, and the whole person smashed towards the man lightly, and the sword was still dancing wildly in his hand, and the man did not dodge, but shouted loudly, and went down with an axe, which had already split the young man with the knife in half.

After cutting the man, he didn't allow the man to slow down, but he saw the tip of the old man's knife flying straight towards his throat.

In the night, the old man's body is light and vigorous, as fast as an eagle falcon, his eyes are like torches, and his murderous aura is compelling.

No one expected him to come to this hand.

The man was helpless, seeing that the old man's blade was about to cut his throat, the tall figure suddenly fell to the ground on his back, and the tip of the old man's knife passed close to him.

Seeing that he had succeeded, the old man jumped out of the earthen house like an arrow, grabbed the road and fled.

At this time, he did not forget to carry the burden of a man.

I didn't want the wooden door of the earth house to be too narrow, the old man panicked, and the burden behind him suddenly hit the door frame, and the tattered baggage cloth cracked with a bang, and a silver ingot fell down.

The man lay on his back at the door, stretched out his hand, and grasped the silver ingot in his hand.

The old man took care of this, jumped out of the door, performed light skills, and wanted to escape.

The man rolled over, jumped out of the door, shook the silver ingot in his hand, shook his wrist, didn't look at it, and threw it out.

"Ahh

The old man turned his head desperately, and his sunken eyes were full of grievances.

The man sighed, looked up at the night sky, and suddenly, the board axe in his hand cut down like a mountain......