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- It was not very late, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the mountain.
There are more people on the street.
Some people feel bored at home and don¡¯t eat enough for dinner, so they set up a small table at the door, and the family eats a few bites around the small table.
People who have eaten come to the intersection and alley to enjoy the cool.
So although the day has passed, the old town is more lively.
The toad took off the melon seeds and put them on his skinny shoulders, revealing a dark skin¡ªit wasn¡¯t tanned by the sun, the bastard always hid at home to sleep during the day, how could he be tanned by the sun?
The black thing on his body is chapped, and the old chapped has been raised for several years, and fleas can't bite it!
Cun is the treasure of bums. It protects against wind and warmth in winter, and prevents insect bites and mosquito bites in summer. It¡¯s just that when it¡¯s hot and humid, it makes people feel uncomfortable. When you rub your hands, it becomes a lump of mud.
Toad dragged his shoes crookedly and walked on the street, revealing a pair of dry ribs with many scabies on it.
The scabies dries up into bumps, like the sebaceous glands on a toad's back, which is one reason he got his nickname.
People in the street who enjoy the shade also really regard him as a toad.
Seeing him approaching, the people enjoying the shade immediately packed up their things and left.
Toad wanted to grab some food, but the people in the town guarded against him like foreign devils. When other people appeared, they did not wait to get close, and they dodged faster one by one.
Seeing this, the toad was annoyed, and stood at the intersection pinching his waist and scolding his mother: "Daughters of your ancestors, do you think you are a ghost? A family of two eats shit at the door. See why the men come and run away? The men will give you another Soak it!"
"Isn't it just that there are two meals at home? What's there to be so embarrassing? Really, Xiao Liu's younger brother climbed up on his father's forehead-he is so stingy. Do you think I eat everyone's food? Shit! You are pigs Draw a nose on it¡ªI think I have such a big face!"
He scolded for a while and became even hungrier.
Originally, he was going to go to Cao's house to have a meal tonight, but he was beaten away by the nursing home with a mallet before he got to the door to wipe off his sweat.
But he didn't dare to scold the Cao family.
Because the Cao family is rich and powerful, they can really beat him up if he is unhappy.
Standing at the intersection and cursing a few times, he stretched his neck and looked around with the last corner of the day.
He squeezed his blisters and looked very carefully, especially the chimney on the roof.
Since no one eating out was willing to honor him, he decided to find someone to take the initiative to come to eat and drink.
As a senior bum, he knows that eating and drinking is a craft, not everyone can do it.
There is something particular about rubbing rice.
It¡¯s okay to go early, people won¡¯t boil the pot when you come, and they will stay until you leave.
It doesn't matter if you go late, everyone eats up and wipes it off, and you can only compete with the dog to lick the bottom of the plate when you go.
So you have to come to the door when the pot is just about to be served.
So he stared at the chimney.
You can't go if there is black smoke coming from the chimney. This is just cooking.
Wait for the white smoke coming out of the chimney, this means the fire has been stopped and ready to eat.
He glanced at the white smoke coming out of the two chimneys, hurried to the rear window and sniffed vigorously.
This is another trick for loafers to eat food, smell the smell and find the way.
Don't take the trouble to close the door, but when someone lifts the lid of the pot, there is a pot of sorghum cakes in it.
Sorghum pancakes are not tasty, they hurt your throat, and the bastard would rather be hungry than eat this.
He was lucky tonight, the first house he found smelled of oil in the back window.
This made him so happy.
The oily aroma is either stir-fried or deep-fried. Whether it is fried or deep-fried, you can't go wrong with this meal!
He tilted his neck and was about to enter the door, but when he walked around the main entrance, he felt puzzled: Isn't this a poor family with bloody poor six sons? Can their family eat oil? Don't slaughter the child at home and use the child's meat to boil oil?
While Toad wanted to go in and take advantage of it, he was still burying others in his heart, but he took it for granted.
Because he thinks that the poor six sons and a family are poor ghosts, and he is willing to come to their house to save face for his family!
He was about to walk in.
A small furry hand caught his ankle from behind.
It would be just as the moon was rising, and a gust of night wind blew the toad shivering, he hurriedly looked down.
A strange thing with a white head and black stripes glanced at him.
This look is a little angry.
Toad was frightened, what the hell is this? Why do you still have eyes like this when you have long hair all over your body?Toad kicked over the table and shouted: "Shut up! How many times have I told you bastards? That matter has nothing to do with us!"
"We went to whoring and drinking that day, didn't he bump into some city girl!"
The young Poppy snorted and stood up and walked outside.
The toad asked angrily, "Little fish, where are you going?"
Xiaoyu said impatiently: "Go to sleep in our room!"
The remaining three hooligans sat in the dilapidated main room, the moon rose, and the silvery moonlight shone into the room.
Somewhat bleak.
The three of them looked at each other speechlessly.
Toad thought about it for a while and wanted to speak, but with a scarred face, he ran back and shouted in horror: "Outside!"
The other two hurriedly looked out.
It was dark outside, with only a little moonlight shining sporadically.
"What are you doing with the knife?" Toad said angrily.
Knife panicked and said: "I, I, I, just now, really, I just saw a head hanging from the window!"
Toad and the other rogue frowned.
Knife shouted in a hurry: "Really, it's not dazzled, it's just a head outside, and then the eyes are gone!"
"Then are you dazzled?" Another rogue asked.
Knife said angrily: "That head has no neck! It's just a head!"
Hearing this, Toad trembled subconsciously.
He suddenly remembered the sneer of the young Taoist priest.
You are weak
You are haunted by ghosts
He swallowed, and said: "Okay, you must be delusional, forget about going to bed, mother, I thought I could eat a big one tonight, so I haven't eaten since morning, and I ate a fart!"
The house has two rooms.
The toad lives in a room with a relatively clean little fish, and the other two who like to grind their teeth, fart and snore sleep in a room.
He entered the room with a sullen face.
It was pitch black in the room.
It happened that the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the night became extremely dense.
The darkness is floating, and thick ink seems to be splashed between the sky and the earth.
Toad felt heavy.
He looked up to see the stars.
too dark.
It's too depressing.
However, the clouds were thick, and there was no moonlight or starlight.
The dark night sky is lifeless.
The room was even more dead silent, except for his breathing, there was no other sound.
etc!
He was startled when he realized that there was no breathing in the room.
What about the little fish?
What about the little fish who came back to sleep just now?
He tried his best to stare at the broken bed, his eyes were dim, and the light was so poor that he couldn't see clearly what was going on on the bed.
So he tentatively asked: "Little fish, little fish?"
The room was still dead silent.
He was a little scared, but also a little impatient: "What about you, Xiaoyu! I'm calling you!"
There was still no sound on the bed.
A chill came from the soles of his feet to his forehead.
Just when he was about to turn around and run, a confused voice sounded from the bed: "Huh?"
Hearing this sound, Toad was relieved.
Xiaoyu's grandson fell asleep.
He walked to his bed, but the Taoist's words and the scream of the knife reappeared in his mind.
So he turned halfway to the small fish bed and squeezed in: "Come in, let's sleep together tonight."
He lay down and closed his eyes.
Suddenly footsteps came from the yard outside the door: "Batta, Bata, Bata"
This voice made him shiver uncontrollably!
A strong chill emanated from the bottom of his heart to his whole body!
He tried his best to squeeze Xiaoyu's side and shouted boldly: "Who is outside?"
Xiaoyu's voice sounded: "Brother, it's me, I just went to a latrine"
elder brother¡¡
it's me¡¡
Toad froze suddenly.
This is the voice of the little fish.
The little fish is in the yard.
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