Ten Mile Street at night is very deserted.

The sky was clear tonight, with a few dots of stars in the sky, but it was strange that the moon could not be seen...... Except for the wind that swayed the leaves, and except for the occasional bird and insect fluttering, there were few people moving on the road.

As usual, except for the yellowed old lamp at the door of Zhang Kee's grocery store, which was still on, the rest of the houses were all dark in order to save fire and oil...... The people of Ten Mile Street are so strange.

The people of Shili Street are willing to eat and play, but they are reluctant to pay for building a house or buying furniture. You see, the family is so poor that they can't open the pot, but in order to not be so bored before going to bed, there are still many neighbors who gather in the Zhang Kee grocery store.

Mahjong players, card players, chattering, talking, laughing, shouting, scolding, baby crying...... A wide variety of sounds overlap and collide.

The people of Shili Street don't like to work, they love to eat and play, and when they are playing, they can't be disturbed at all, and it's useless to disturb.

But it's strange today, as a figure appeared at the door of Zhang Ji's grocery store, the villagers on Shili Street, who couldn't be touched by thunder when playing, suddenly quieted down, instantly quieted, and immediately quieted...... There was no sound at all.

This figure is naturally an old shrimp.

Because of the hot weather, Lao Shrimp only wore a pair of shorts and a shirt, revealing a strong muscle, with the scary scars on his body, he stood with his hands behind his back at the door of Zhang Ji Grocery Store, intimidating all directions.

But looking closely, Lao Shrimp has aged a lot in the past ten years, and many wrinkles have appeared on his face, and those wrinkles and the scar between his eyebrows have been successfully fused.

There is no light of day in the prison, and the old shrimp who has been squatting in it for ten years is now out, and there is a lot less sharpness...... Because he couldn't bask in the sun, his originally dark skin was now a lot whiter, with a lot less blood, and he looked pale and weak, and the pair of sword eyebrows and starry eyes, which were originally very sharp, now looked a lot more tired.

But no one can forget the old shrimp that can't be taken away by catching fast, carrying hundreds of catties of large water tanks, even if they are in prison for ten years, their prestige will not go.

Therefore, the scene seemed to stop, and everyone stopped and looked at him in a daze.

The residents of Ten Mile Street still can't forget what happened that night ten years ago...... So people don't know what will happen to the always ruthless old shrimp when he appears at the door of his enemy.

But Lao Shrimp didn't carry the axe he used to make trouble in his hand, and he didn't open his mouth to roar at the people who offended him like he did ten years ago.

Lao Shrimp was not embarrassed by everyone saluting him, he also scanned the crowd, with his tired looking sword eyes, with the kind of eyes that were not provocative, not angry, not cowardly and unconfident.

The old shrimp was scanning the crowd as if he were scanning an object he hadn't seen before...... After a few seconds, the old shrimp laughed.

This smile looked like a smile, at least the mouth was cracked, but the lips were still closed, the teeth were not exposed, the flesh on his face did not move, the eyebrows did not move, but the flesh at the corners of his mouth moved...... The expression looks stiff without giving the slightest feeling of stiffness.

"Long time no see、"

Lao Shrimp greeted the people inside, and his words were very enthusiastic, but he said that he had no emotion at all, and he couldn't hear the ardent enthusiasm or the intimacy after a long absence.

These words seem to be just children reading books carelessly.

People started chattering about what they didn't.

As for the events of ten years ago and the events in prison, the villagers did not dare to mention or ask, and everyone avoided them intentionally or unintentionally.

Lao Shrimp chatted about the sky with a light breeze and a flying spirit, and seemed to have long forgotten that it was Zhang Hu, the owner of this shop, who threw him in prison, and seemed to have long forgotten that Mo Xiaohe next door was the person he was desperately trying to kill, and seemed to have long forgotten that Uncle Ying next door slapped his two brothers ten years ago.

It seems that Lao Shrimp himself has forgotten that before he came to Zhang Ji Grocery Store, he just knelt in the backyard, put on incense, bowed to the sky, and threatened to take revenge and hatred.

Zhang Hu's wife, Aunt Chen, is a smart person, and when she saw that everyone didn't mention those things, she really didn't care, and then tied an apron, carried a kettle and a cup, and brought it to the eyes of the old shrimp to pour water for the old shrimp.

"What kind of tea, what kind of snacks do you want?" Mrs. Chen tilted her head, as if she was treating an ordinary guest. Lao Shrimp didn't reply to Chen's words, he leaned the chair against the wall, Erlang's legs were cocked, he squinted his eyes and sipped the water in the quilt, and looked at the old lady for a while before he feigned to ask, "Isn't Lao Zhang at home?"

A mouthful of Lao Zhang is very intimate, just like Lao Shrimp and Zhang Hu have been friends for many years.

Life is not the rivers and lakes in the story, and it is rare for someone to be so indifferent to their enemies.

Aunt Chen still acted as if nothing had happened, as if it was a common thing for the guests in his house to speak in a loud voice.

Aunt Chen took the handkerchief in her hand to wipe the table for Lao Shrimp, and her voice was deliberately raised, "Our family is in it." ”

Aunt Chen said and pointed to the window inside, "He just nagged that he hadn't seen you for a few years, saying that he didn't know how you were doing inside." Go inside and sit with him."

The neighbors in the Zhang Ji grocery store were a little timid and were scared to stick out their tongues.

A lot of people have already stolen away.

The old shrimp was not pretentious, stood up and walked inside.

Zhang Hu was drinking tea in the second room, and the table where he was sitting had already set up chairs.

His clothes were neatly dressed, without any wrinkles, as if they had just been changed, his hair was well combed, strands of hair were smoothed down as if they had just been combed, and the tea in the teapot was still full of hot, as if he had not drunk it at all.

After all, Zhang Hu is a head catcher, although he is only a martial artist at best, but he has also read books, and he talks about etiquette to some extent.

So he at least looked like a dog, and when he sat down, one leg lightly rested on the other, so that his body was half-tilted, and his face was expressionless, and his eyes were very clear and he looked very educated.

"Life in prison, isn't it easy?" Although he is educated, Zhang Hu is also a rough person in his bones, and he doesn't learn the yin and yang weirdness of those sour and rotten scholars, he took a sip of tea and asked.

"It's not good. Lao Shrimp took his eyes off Zhang Hu's face and lowered his head, "The prison warden locked me up alone, my hands and feet were handcuffed, the prison room was small, there were no windows, I couldn't see the sun for many years, and I ate and drank Lazar in it." ”

The old shrimp always looked a little depressed.