As soon as I saw Mrs. Wu, I immediately understood why her old man would let me look at Mrs. Wu when she went out. Presumably her old man should be worried that Mrs. Wu would chop the seven evil locusts.
At that time, I thought that Mr. Wu was carrying a kitchen knife to cut people.
At the moment, I hurriedly walked over and held the old lady Wu. Although I didn't talk much with her and didn't have much contact with her, I saw a strange sense of affinity with this old man. It was not until later that I knew that when everyone saw a kind old man, they would have that strange sense of intimacy, whether that person is evil or good, it is the same. Perhaps this is the original nature of human beings!
"Chuanzi, please help the old woman to persuade Lao Wu, don't let him be like this, he is so old, under the full view of everyone, let people look at me like a monkey watching the opera!" The old lady Wu tremblingly held me. Hands.
When she said this, Mrs. Wu's voice was particularly vicissitudes of life, and tears sparkled in her eyes.
"Yeah!" I hummed softly, and helped her old man walk to the side of Wu Lao, just about to speak, but Wu Lao said: "No one should persuade the old man, the old man will not believe in evil, and will be folded on this locust tree. ."
After he finished speaking, he slashed down according to the seven evil spirits with all his strength, perhaps because of too much force, but only heard a click, Wu Lao's right arm seemed to be dislocated.
However, Mr. Wu just frowned, changed the hatchet to his left hand, and chopped it down again.
Seeing this scene, I snorted in my heart, Wu Lao must have a story with this Qishahuai, otherwise, I would never be so persistent, or maybe there is something between Wu Lao and Du Sanniang.
As soon as this thought flashed through, the onlookers on the side made a roar of laughter, generally saying that Mr. Wu was irresponsible, and that Mr. Wu was not serious, he was old, and could not get through with a feng shui tree.
Speaking of the last, even the old lady Wu was lying down, and those onlookers even said that the old lady Wu was ungrateful, living in the house sent by Du Sanniang, and spending the monthly salary Du Sanniang paid, but thought To destroy the Feng Shui tree.
As soon as this remark came out, Mrs. Wu was so angry that she almost did not fall down. Fortunately, my eyesight was quick, and as soon as I supported her old man, I heard her old man say to me: "Chuanzi, go to my house and take the old woman. Bring the wooden box under the bed."
After that, the old lady Wu slightly lifted her clothes, unfastened the door key from her trouser belt and handed it to me, saying, "Chuanzi, go!"
I hummed and said, "Mrs. Wu, look at it, don't get too angry!"
After finishing talking, I took a step forward and ran towards Mrs. Wu’s house. Since Mrs. Wu’s house is a little away from here, I was afraid of delaying time, so I wanted to find a motorcycle. I ignored me, but sneered and said, "Boy, you and that old lady won't have a leg!"
I calmed my face and didn't say a word. I just hit the man's face with a punch.
"Wipe, look for death!" The man wanted to beat me!
I was not polite with him either. Although the three masters had never taught the kung fu at hand, these days of learning to breathe, the body is stronger than ordinary people. At the moment, he punched the man again and said coldly: "Mrs. Wu is so old, how can a person like you be insulting wantonly."
"Grass, I killed you!" The man covered his mouth with one hand, and hit my temple with the other hand.
I grabbed his arm, squeezed it hard, and hit his elbow with a thunderous force with the other hand. I only heard a click, and the man's arm dropped straight.
If you guessed correctly, it should be broken.
Suddenly, the man let out a howl like a pig, "Bastard, you bastard, I want to kill you."
That's how it was said, but the man didn't dare to step forward and stared at me in panic.
I ignored him and ran forward in strides.
"I will drive you over."
Just when I had walked less than three steps, a timid voice came from behind me.
Turning his head to see, the person speaking was seventeen or eighteen years old. He was dressed in a shirt with a green checkered pattern and a pair of white slacks on the bottom, with a goose egg-like face and exquisite facial features. A feeling of the little girl next door.
"Thank you!" I walked over quickly.
She raised her head and glanced at me slightly, her face flushed, and soon, she buried her head extremely low, pulled her clothes tightly with her hands, and said ashamed: "I...I...I will take you there."
With that said, she ran to the front quickly, and I immediately followed.
When she stopped, I was a little confused. The tool she carried me was an old-fashioned two-eight bicycle. The body was rusty, even the chain was rusted, and the wheel was a lock of our rural door. Spring lock.
As soon as I saw this, I glanced at her weirdly, and said, "I'm afraid the two of you can't ride in this car! Or I will ride over and I will return it to you later."
She looked up at me, grabbed the bicycle seat tightly with her hands, and said stammeringly: "This car is our house...the best means of transportation, I...I..."
I understand, she is because I am afraid that I will not return her bicycle.
At the moment, I said: "Or, I will drive you over with you."
She hummed softly, and immediately, she seemed to think of something, a flush flashed across her face, and even the root of her neck was red. However, she still took out the key from her pocket, opened the lock of the bicycle tremblingly, and said, "Brother, ride slowly. If the ride breaks down, Mom and Dad will hit me."
I hummed, thanked her again, and sat up. She hesitated for a while, then sat up, and grabbed my clothes with both hands.
I asked her if she was seated, and she said it was all right.
I didn’t hesitate, staring at the bicycle and rushed towards the old lady Wu’s house. There was a roar of laughter behind me, roughly calling us poor, and a broken bicycle would have to take two people, and there were even more erotic people. After talking about pornography, said that the little girl behind me should still be a young girl, five thousand he is willing to take down this little girl's sex.
I tightened my bicycle and said, "Little girl, don't care about those people."
She didn't speak, but I still clearly felt that her mood seemed very depressed.
Along the way, I stared at my feet very fast. Fortunately, the seemingly dilapidated bicycle can still carry two people.
It took about ten minutes. I rushed to Mrs. Wu downstairs and asked the little girl to look at the bicycle downstairs. I ran to Mrs. Wu’s house and turned out a small wooden box from under the bed. The wooden box was on the surface. Painted with a layer of black paint, the area is not as large as a normal drawer, but it is quite heavy.
I didn't think too much, and ran downstairs with the wooden box. The little girl was holding the wooden box while I stared at the bicycle in front.
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