One hundred and sixty-two horseshoes look south to the north
On the days when he couldn't drink, he relied on these stories and a few dirty words. Little Gu Gu Sheng stole Gu Shengyang's wine gourd and soaked it with urine for an hour.
Thinking about it all, he treated it as a joke, but naturally the man who had been pissed in the wine gourd chased him for a long distance with the scabbard. During this time, the scabbard fell out of his hand, but Gu Sheng picked it up and stuffed it into it, and then what happened next?
The funny scene of him running around with his head in his hands.
"I just said that one day the wine tasted like it made me pee." Zhang Bashun chased Gu Sheng for fifty or sixty miles with the scabbard, and then he was exhausted and squatted down to catch his breath. The latter just wanted to catch up and help him, but he took off his hand and spun around.
The scabbard passed by and hit him square on the head.
"This bastard..." Gu Shengyang muttered.
In total, Wei Changpan only spoke ten sentences to people these days, and these ten sentences were all about eating, drinking, and eating. Every day when they took turns telling stories, they only echoed twice, which were all ignored.
Gu Shengyang saw it in his eyes.
"Brother Wei." Gu Shengyang put his hands on his hips and panted, humming twice through his nose. Gu Sheng understood and took a wet towel and a few wild fruits picked on the road. The skins of the fruits were still green.
Gu Shengyang casually wiped it with the corner of his clothes and threw it to Wei Changpan, "We have almost finished telling a few stories. You can tell me."
After saying that, he took a bite of the fruit. Wei Changpan saw the funny look on his nose and wrinkled face, and kindly reminded him: "Old Gu, this fruit has to turn red before you can eat it. If you eat it now, you will easily get diarrhea."
"How do you know this fruit is not delicious?" Gu Shengyang spit it out, sticking out his tongue and making a grimace, "I sincerely see my old man's joke."
Gu Sheng didn't believe that the fruit he picked tasted so bad, so he picked up one and bit it, then spit it out and complained: "I don't know if I can eat it, but the smell is really unbearable."
"The rice in my hometown matures twice a year, but with the fields at home, it is not easy to produce enough food to feed two people." Wei Changpan said calmly, "I have to eat this fruit from late summer to autumn. If I eat too much,
It’s easy to get sick, but this fruit was the most abundant on the mountain at that time, so if you don’t eat it, you won’t have anything else to eat.”
"Aren't there a lot of fruits on the mountain in autumn?" Zhang Bashun glanced at the fruits that had fallen to the ground and rolled up dust. "Even the blind bears in my hometown are not willing to eat this fruit. They think it tastes pungent, and even the pigs don't grow if I feed it to them."
Fat, little brother Wei, why are you eating this fruit?"
"There are a lot of fruits on the mountain, but I was small and weak at that time, so I gave them the more delicious ones. All the wild fruits in the areas outside the mountain were picked clean, and only this kind of unpalatable fruit was left, which is called ugly.
Li, you have to eat if you have diarrhea, otherwise you will have an empty stomach and won’t be able to sleep at night.”
"For a while, I could only eat ugly plums every day, and there was no other fruit. The rice vat at home was empty again. I had to go up the mountain to dig medicinal materials to exchange for rice. There was a tiger in the mountain, and I ran into it head-on." Wei Changpan breathed out once and calmed down.
Breathing, he laughed at himself, "Probably the tiger thought it would be too much for his teeth to eat except the bones and not even a few ounces of meat, so he spared my life to this day."
Wei Changpan hugged the ebony box containing the ashes in front of him tightly and leaned against the wall of the cart. He murmured: "I am very lucky to be alive today..."
No matter how he excused himself in his heart these days, and stayed in front of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion to save this private trip from falling short in the end, Zou Yongan was going to fight Wu Erlang up close.
When the young three-story martial arts escort from the escort agency was going to the front yard to help Zhang Bashun and others, he could have gone...
But he was afraid, fearing that Wu Erlang would slap him to death in this foreign country. When Wu and the people from the Escort Bureau erected a monument for him, they didn't know what words to engrave.
Bouncer Zhang praised him for being prudent, and Bouncer Lao Gu praised him for his maturity. What can he praise? A man who is afraid of death
ghost.
"I didn't expect little brother Wei to be in such a situation when he was a child." Gu Shengyang slapped Gu Sheng on the back of the head. Although the latter didn't know the reason, he took it in silence, "Look at you, you haven't been around since you were a child.
If you are worried about food and clothing, how can you compare with others now?"
Gu Sheng muttered in a low voice: "Dad, you are like this, why should I, your son, do better than others..."
The father and son started to quarrel again, and Zhang Bashun pulled Wei Changpan aside so as not to listen to the noise of the two men.
"We who are in the world of martial arts shouldn't take life and death so seriously." Zhang Bashun said seriously, "If everyone is like this, then they will definitely be timid in everything they do."
"Life and death are a first-class matter, how can we take it lightly."
Wei Changpan's expression did not show any signs of relaxation, his eyes met with his, and he said calmly: "Boss, what should I do?"
I was just trying to find a few words to comfort him, but when I saw that Wei Changpan was asking him seriously, Zhang Bashun was speechless for a moment. After thinking for a long time, he answered with a wry smile: "Being able to see through such things as life and death requires great experience."
An accident or a person with great wisdom, little brother Wei, do you think we are like this kind of person?"
"But we know one thing."
"Please give me some advice from the escort."
Zhang Bashun coughed twice solemnly and said solemnly: "But there are two kinds of people who are not afraid of life and death, one is a madman, and the other is a hero."
"What the escort means..." Wei Changpan looked solemn, "You want me to try to go crazy?"
"What a crazy grandma you are! Hero! Hero!" Zhang Bashun jumped up angrily, "How can you be a lunatic if you are a hero who stands upright?"
After that, when he saw Wei Changpan deep in thought, he felt a little guilty. In the past, what he talked about were all the truths he heard from the storyteller, such as heroes and madmen who could see through life and death... They were all words made up by him. That boy didn't know how.
Do you really think there are people in this world who are not afraid of death?
It was getting darker day by day, and it seemed that we had to hit the road earlier. Zhang Bashun roared, and the bodyguards who were scattered under the shade of the surrounding trees to enjoy the coolness all boarded their cars before they had a cup of tea.
On the cart, he saw Wei Changpan, who was still squatting by himself, and roared again.
Wei Changpan seemed to wake up from a dream and saw five large trucks from Wuhe Escort Bureau waiting for him. He had been looking at the mediocre ant colony on the ground and was busy carrying a piece of cake crumbs dropped by an unknown escort before, and he suddenly fell into a trance.
He picked up the piece of cake crumbs with his fingers, but felt a slight numbness on his fingertips. When he put it in front of his eyes, he saw an ant biting a bit of flesh on it.
Gently, he put his fingers on the ground, and the ant let go and hurried away.
He got on the cart, which was facing north, and he glanced south.