Early in the morning, a young boy was running through the streets and alleys hiding from XZ. His face was full of tension, while his eyes were staring straight at a big man not far away.
The man in front of the boy just bought a watermelon in the boy's fruit shop, paid the money and left.
As a result, the young man opened his mobile phone and looked at it with a bloody face. He found that the big man had paid him three cents less.
But then I thought about the big man's figure. Oh, that's a big arm with a round waist, tall and big, muscular.
The boy looked at the big man's arm, which was much thicker than his thigh, and was stunned. If he punched me, I would be bored.
After swallowing saliva, the young man immediately gave up the courage to find a big man to theorize and get back the three cents underpaid.
"Anything else?" the big man said, staring at the boy standing in front of the camp closing platform with a fierce look.
"Oh, it's all right." The boy was excited by the big man's strong voice. He immediately handed the big man the bag with watermelon in his hand, and said with a smile, "Welcome to our store next time".
The big man took the watermelon bag and turned away.
However, what the teenager thought was different. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became.
So he hurriedly closed the shop and followed the man who had left first, hoping to give him a blow and avenge him for three cents.
No Name Street.
At a corner, an old man suddenly interrupted me.
"Hey, little bunny, you are not so good at killing people behind your back." The old man appeared in the scorching sun wearing a military coat, tight leather pants and a pair of old BJ cloth shoes. It seemed that the old man was out of place with the weather. Wearing clothes was very puzzling.
People who don't know whether the old man thought there was something wrong with his head, but the boy didn't think much about it and directly thought the old man was a psychopath.
The young man looked at the man's figure getting farther and farther away. He jumped up and pointed at the old man in a hurry and said, "I said you are an old man. Get out of the way quickly, or I will break your head. Don't blame me for my heavy hand. I'll tell you."
He was scolded by the young man at the top of his voice for a while. The old man's face seemed to be the same as that of the young man, with a calm expression. He laughed and said, "Boy, you dare to hit the old man? Be careful if I lie on the ground, and if you don't give me thirty or fifty thousand yuan, I won't get up. Do you believe it?"
The boy was shocked. If he really did lie down on the ground as the old man said, it would be yellow mud falling into his crotch.
Then I thought about my own fruit stall. The daily income was only more than ten or twenty yuan, and I suddenly became honest.
Looking at the old man in front of him, he said carefully: "Old man, grandpa, my grandpa, please give way, I have something important."
The old man smiled and said to the boy, "Does he owe you three cents?"
When the boy heard the old man's words, he was shocked.
"How did you know he owed me money?" the boy asked curiously.
Unexpectedly, the old man's next answer was that the young man wanted to beat his heart to death.
"Heaven's secrets, don't reveal them," the old man said with an inscrutable look.
After looking at the young man, the old man opened his mouth to the young man and said, "Young man, I see you are not doing well recently. I'm afraid you will suffer a bloody disaster if your seal hall turns black!"
Hearing this, the young man's curiosity about the old man suddenly swept away.
"You old man, you are suffering from blood and light. Your whole family is suffering from blood and light." The young man said that and decided to leave without looking back. He didn't have time to talk nonsense with the dead old man.
Seeing the boy was leaving, the old man quickly took out a brocade bag from the pocket of his army coat and handed it to the boy, then turned around and left.
The boy didn't care about what the old man gave him, so he put it into his pocket. After looking at it, the big man disappeared.
The boy sighed with pain on his face and walked towards his fruit shop.
But at this time, a motorcycle rushed out of nowhere and hit itself.
Under the circumstances, the teenager hurriedly avoided hitting his motorcycle.
With a bang, a black motorcycle roared past the boy. If the boy took another step, he could imagine what would happen next.
"If you want to die, don't find me. I'm poor and can't give you much money." The motorman stopped the car and turned to scold the boy.
The boy ignored him, but remembered what the old man who had just told him about the bloody disaster said, and immediately opened the brocade bag.
Brocade Bag: 'If you're not dead, come here to find me! If I die, I will treat it as if I didn't say anything. '
Seeing this, the boy almost didn't recite it directly.
However, on second thought, I still have to thank the old man for his tips, otherwise, I would be cold.
He immediately ignored his own fruit shop and looked for the past according to the address given by the old man.
