The horse-faced man seemed to be smiling. And said to Canghai with that expression: "Hey, we met again so soon, do you want to chat with me this time?"

Canghai endured the big stone that was blocked in his patience, and said very patiently: "Why are you here?"

The horse-faced man suddenly laughed. Laughing: "Because this is my home." ”

Why weren't you at home when the explosion exploded?!

The doctor smiled again. smiled and hugged Canghai's shoulders.

"Hey. Canghai squinted and laughed. "You're so happy that your house was bombed, aren't you?"

The Divine Doctor continued to laugh.

The horse-faced man smiled: "How is that possible." ”

Canghai smiled: "But I can't control the vendetta of the rivers and lakes." The dough sank instantly, "Go home." He picked up the doctor and turned around and left.

The horse-faced man smiled: "The hands of scooping people are soft, and the mouth of eating people is short." ”

Everyone saw Canghai suddenly squatting down with his head in the middle of the street.

The fifteenth day of the first month. Two more. The time is right.

The old Dinghai substation of Fangwailou has been ambushed.

Miss Qi wore her long black dress and stood by the window with her uncle. Behind them sat the father, the second uncle, the fifth uncle, the sixth uncle, and Shi Hai.

Wait silently.

A round pot lid of cracked wood. Two halves died on the stove. The edges are also blackened with the cracks. The iron pot at the bottom has been twisted and deformed, but it is still on the stove and under the lid.

The stove was blown into clods, and the dust shattered into dust was scattered on the ground, and the feet were scooped and rustled. The remaining half-pulled soil foundation can still see the general shape of the original pot, the black slag in the stove is slightly reflected in the bright light, and the smell of gunpowder is pungent. Other than that, there was nothing else at the place of the explosion.

The roof on the earthen stove has blown up a piece the size of a pot.

Canghai could almost imagine that the gunpowder "boomed" up the iron pot, the slightly lighter lid hit the roof, the iron pot flew half and fell back to the stove with a "bang", and then the lid also fell off and buckled on the iron pot intact, breaking in half, so the bottom of the pot was covered with the firewood ash in the stove and the remaining gunpowder burning. Green smoke rises from the crack in the lid and emits out the chimney.

A slightly unwieldy hand cushioned the handkerchief, lifted a pot lid and looked inside. Curled up again.

Canghai was squatting with his nose covered in front of the bombed stove of the horse-faced man's house.

Squatted for a long time.

I watched it for a long time.

There was silence for a long time.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking?"

"Didn't think about anything. ”

After a moment of delay, Canghai replied. Suddenly stunned, he turned around and said in surprise: "San'er, why didn't you go back to Hanbin Building with Murong and them?"

Miyazo shrugged his shoulders. A smile is like a facial feature born on the face. Never get tired of laughing. Chiharu dodged and followed behind his ass.

The horse-faced man said, "Do you know what's going on?"

Canghai helped the divine doctor to stand up slowly. Dizzy. Fang was about to say "no", but Xiao Shell touched his chin and said, "You are really lucky, not a single bowl was fried." Scooping his hand and gesturing at the stove, he turned around and said to Canghai: "Hey, you go home and clean up this place so cleanly, and when someone who hates you comes to blow you up, you won't be able to catch fire." ”

Canghai was stunned. The stove was clean, and there wasn't even a dog's tail grass. On the opposite side against the wall, there is a gauze cupboard, and you can vaguely see dishes in it, and there seems to be oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, vegetable washing wooden basins, etc. There was a broom in the corner next to the cupboard, and in the middle of the kitchen was a square wooden table and four old stools.

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