"Put it away." Shen Wan smiled at the old man, then turned and walked towards the carriage.
"This..." This woman was really polite. He even said that the bunch of candied haws was treated as a treat to the young man, but she still gave him the money.
Song Ziling nodded slightly to the old man, took the candied haws, turned around and left.
"Do you know who I am? I asked you to draw a picture for me, but you dared not to draw it and smashed this shabby stall."
Before Shen Wan could reach the carriage, she heard noise coming from the right front. Moreover, many people on the street also gathered at the noisy place.
Shen Wan felt that the voice sounded familiar, and she was also curious about who was so arrogant and ready to smash someone's stall in the clear day. Without saying a word to Zhang San, who was still sitting in the carriage waiting for them, she headed towards the place where the crowd gathered. Walked over.
"Mom, where are you going?" Song Ziling shouted at her back.
Shen Wan turned around, glanced at him and said, "Go and see the excitement."
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"I'll go too." Song Ziling took a bite of the candied haws and followed Shen Wan over.
Shen Wan passed through the third and fourth floors of the crowd and then walked to the front.
At first glance, by coincidence, the person who wanted to smash someone's stall was none other than Murong De, that bastard. After not seeing him for a long time, he was still as ugly as before. It stands to reason that he had been tortured for several months in prison. He must have lost weight. However, instead of losing weight, he was even a bit fatter than before.
At this moment, he was holding a frail and boneless beauty in his arms, dressed in a fancy dress and with a charming face. He had four followers with him, two of whom were standing behind him, and the other two were smashing other people's stalls.
The stall owner is a young man, wearing a blue robe that has been washed white, and his hair is tied with a Confucian scarf that has also been washed white. He is limping at the moment, trying to stop Murong De's thugs from hitting him. stall.
"Don't smash it, don't smash it." The stall owner wanted to stop him, but he pulled the painting hanging on the shelf, but was pushed to the ground by the follower.
When the stall owner fell to the ground, Shen Wan also saw his face clearly. He had a handsome appearance and was not bad looking, but there was a centipede-shaped scar from his forehead to the corner of his eyebrows, which marked his clear face. Ruined.
At this moment, his face was full of anger and helplessness.
"Mosquito's father?" Song Ziling frowned.
This stall owner was none other than the father of his classmate Lu Wenzhi. One time when it was raining after school, he once saw Mosquito’s father coming to pick him up. It was this man. Some classmates saw that his father was ugly and lame, and they even picked him up afterward. His father has been laughing at mosquitoes for a long time!
"What mosquito father?" Shen Wan asked, looking down at Song Ziling.
What is this kid talking about so stupidly?
Song Ziling asked: "This man is the father of my classmate Mosquito."
"Mosquito? How could anyone be called by that name?" He looked at the stall owner since he was selling calligraphy and paintings, so he was naturally educated. How could he give his son such an ugly and meaningless name?
Song Ziling said: "His name is Lu Wenzhi. Wenzhi sounds the same as mosquito, so everyone calls him mosquito."
Shen Wan frowned and lectured: "You are not allowed to give people nicknames in the future, and you are not allowed to call people by their nicknames. This is very impolite and annoying."
"Everyone calls it that." Song Ziling muttered softly.
Shen Wan said angrily: "Everyone calls me that, so you have to call me that? Everyone eats shit, so do you?"
"..." Song Ziling choked on his mother's words.
"Besides, who would like to be called like a mosquito? You are so fat. If your classmates call you a fat pig every day, would you be able to bear it?"
When Song Ziling heard this, he quickly shook his head. He couldn't stand being called a fat pig! If someone gave him such a nickname, he would definitely hit them.
Forget it, he won’t call Lu Wenzhi Mosquito anymore.
"Don't smash it." The stall owner sat on the ground in embarrassment and shouted loudly, but his calligraphy and painting were still torn off, torn into pieces and thrown on the ground.
The wooden table with pens, inks, paper and inkstones was also overturned.
"Mom, should we help him?" Song Ziling couldn't help but said.
This man was too hateful. He couldn't bear to bully others like this. Wen Zhi's father looked so pitiful.
Shen Wan bit her lip and said nothing.
"Look, sir, this lame man is so ugly. The scars on his face are like centipedes. He looks really scary." The beauty rested her head on Murong De's chest and said.
When the young man heard this, he subconsciously covered the right side of his face with his hand, showing a look of pain.
Murong De looked at the elderly man with disgust and said, "It's really ugly. Such an ugly guy has the nerve to go out."
Shen Wan looked into Murong De's eyes with disgust, and raised her voice: "Who are you calling the ugly monster?"
Murongde didn't expect anyone to answer the call. With his underdeveloped limbs and simple mind, he pointed at the young man on the ground and said, "The ugly guy is talking about him!"
"Pa..." Shen Wan clapped her hands and took two steps forward. First, she pointed at Murong De and said, "It turns out you're ugly." Then she pointed at the young man sitting on the ground, "You're talking about him!"
Murongde hadn't reacted yet, but the onlookers did, and they all started laughing.
"Hahaha……"
Seeing everyone, they laughed after listening to this woman's words, but Murongde looked confused. He didn't know why they were laughing.
However, the woman in front of him was quite pretty, but it was a pity that with her hair combed, she was no longer a young girl. Otherwise, he could have loved her.
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