From then on, Shaoqiu was always on tenterhooks when he went to Lu Zhen, fearing that if he met the gangster from the past, he would chop himself without saying a word, but what should he do? However, although Lu Zhen was also scary, he was also afraid that he would be stabbed without saying a word.
I don't often meet gangsters, but the real worry is the gangster. He hangs around in front of his house every day. When he hears someone talking to him, he will slap his ears and listen, and his eyes can even spurt blood.
Maybe he will kill himself at some point.
In order to avoid suspicion, Shaoqiu usually did not speak when facing the gangster. He was afraid that the gangster would act rogue and think that his words were just stirring up trouble. As long as he told any stranger where the gangster was hiding, the gangster would tell the gangster his hiding place.
The bandit was afraid. Not only that, on a dull afternoon, when Shaoqiu was sitting alone under the grapefruit tree to enjoy the cool air, he heard the black bandit threatening to cut out his own tongue. Of course, other people did not know that the black bandit cut out Shaoqiu's tongue.
Shaoqiu was very clear about the significance. Not only was he afraid that if he revealed what happened to him in Lu Town, he would make a fool of himself, and secondly, the gangsters who were chasing him might know that he had settled in a hole.
Shaoqiu was really scared at this time. Once he lost his tongue, how would he study?
If she stops studying, Xiaohua may really no longer look down on herself. For this reason, she has to think of a way to save her tongue, but even if she thought about it all her head, she couldn't think of a reason.
At this moment, Hao Hua and others came forward again, and people from other deserted villages also gathered in front of Shaoqiu's house one by one, chatting nonsense. And they talked all day long.
Talking about it from sunrise to sundown seemed not enough. Some people even lit a torch in front of Shaoqiu's house at night and kept talking about old memories.
And Shaoqiu couldn't stay in the house all day. He often joined the crowd. Even if he didn't speak, he gave people the impression that he was talking eloquently. The news soon spread.
When it reached the ears of the black bandit, it was okay, but it was against the sky. At that time, the black bandit rushed over with a knife. This Shaoqiu must have been talking about Lu Zhen and spreading his hiding place.
, let the gangster know, will he still have a way to survive?
After talking for a while, Haohua saw more people, and there was enough noise in front of Shaoqiu's house, so she left quietly.
The other gossips stayed in front of the dilapidated house, and some even scolded each other, which made the deserted village really noisy. At this time, Shaoqiu did not say that he stayed in this house to study, even if it was
I'm afraid he can't even read books.
The black bandit came over quietly at this time, looked at the situation, and found that Shaoqiu did not participate in the conversation. He knew that he did not dare to tell his story, so he laughed for a while and walked away again. And these
When the narrator saw the black bandit coming, they all gave way to him, and some even bowed to him to show respect.
Hearing the gangster approaching, Shaoqiu also walked out of the house in order to clear his suspicions. However, he had already covered his mouth with a piece of tape to show to the gangster that he would not talk nonsense.
When the black bandit saw Shaoqiu like this, he couldn't say anything for a while. He laughed up to the sky, sang another not-so-pleasant song, and then walked away along the dirt road in the deserted village.
At this time, those people who were lying on the dilapidated firewood all asked Shaoqiu to tear off the tape on his mouth, saying that it was extremely unsightly. Haohua came back at some point, and when he saw Shaoqiu's face, he
Because of the fear, he insisted on Shaoqiu taking off the tape, and said that otherwise, he would have nightmares at night.
Shaoqiu was very angry at this time. He knew that this person had evil intentions and wanted to bring disaster to him, but he had to do it. And this uncle Liu even came closer to Shaoqiu without saying hello and grabbed the tape with one hand.
, the Shaoqiu tape was already pulled off without any effort.
After grabbing it and looking at it, I realized that it was not an ordinary tape, but a rheumatism patch. Looking at Shaoqiu's mouth, there was a rotten patch on the place where it was applied. Now without the protection of the rheumatism patch, it was even worse.
It was quite painful. But Uncle Liu didn't care so much. He put the rheumatism patch on his mouth and fled the crowd. Amid the laughter of the people, he didn't know where he went.
At this time, Haohua saw the rotten bag on Shaoqiu's mouth and knew what was going on. She couldn't help laughing. At this time, she leaned on the rotten firewood again and looked at Shaoqiu intently. Shaoqiu didn't dare for a moment
I stayed in front of my house. Seeing that it was getting late, the wind was already howling. I felt a little cold for a moment, so I got into the house, as if I never dared to leave the house again.
Not long after, I heard someone banging on the door of the house frantically. I pricked up my ears and realized, who could it be if it wasn’t Uncle Liu? I don’t know whose advice it was, so Uncle Liu delivered the rheumatism patch again.
In front of Shaoqiu's house, I want to hand it over to Shaoqiu.
"Forget it, don't give it back to me, just throw it away." Shaoqiu said.
"How can this be done? This is more or less a commodity, and I haven't seen any damage. How can I throw it away?" Uncle Liu insisted and refused to throw it away, insisting on kindly sending it to Shaoqiu.
Shaoqiu couldn't resist, so he opened the door of the house at this time, and saw that Uncle Liu was still staying in front of the house, and the strong wind was already roaring. He couldn't let the old man stay any longer for a while, otherwise he would catch a cold.
It's no joke.
As soon as Uncle Liu saw Shaoqiu, he happily returned the rheumatism patch to his hand and insisted that Shaoqiu wear it on his mouth.
"It won't work. There's already phlegm on it, so we can't wear it anymore," Shaoqiu said.
The kind-hearted Uncle Liu found a handful of broken withered grass on the ground. After wiping off the phlegm, he insisted on wearing it on Shaoqiu's mouth.
"The weather is getting cold. It's nice and warm to wear this." Uncle Liu said.
"This..." Shaoqiu was speechless for a moment.
However, since it's someone's good intention, you shouldn't be afraid of getting it dirty at this time, so just wear it.
After Shaoqiu put it on, Uncle Liu was still worried that it was not worn properly and that if the wind got in, he would be too cold and it would not be good. He kept pressing the rheumatism patch on Shaoqiu's mouth with his hands.
After pressing for a long time, and even pressing Shaoqiu to the ground, Uncle Liu clapped his hands, smiled, and left the door of Shaoqiu's house.
As soon as Uncle Liu left, Shaoqiu quickly tore off the rheumatism patch, threw it into a gutter, and went back to the river to wash his face.
At this time, the deserted village was already in darkness, strong winds were howling, and rocks were flying down from the chaotic mountains. However, the people in the deserted village were already staying in their houses and sleeping peacefully.
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Only Shaoqiu still stayed under a dilapidated oil lamp, reading a book.