Pingxie: Give me three thousand brushstrokes and paint you as a prison

When I woke up, there was no one around. I checked the general situation. I should be in the hotel. I saw a cup of soy milk on the window sill. I checked the time. It was after nine o’clock in the morning. I don’t know where the fat man is. went.

I opened the curtains, the sun hurt my eyes, closed the curtains, and turned around, "Ah! Fatty, are you fucking trying to scare me to death?" I sat on the bed.

"You still blame me! How ungrateful, have you forgotten who carried you off when you fainted on Changbai Mountain! Hmph! The train in the afternoon, let's go back!" The fat man threw the train ticket on the bed.

I shook my head, "I can't go back, my brother hasn't received it yet! I still have to look for the bronze door, and I must take my brother home!" I ran to the door and bumped into a person head-on.

The familiar figure reached out to hold me, I recognized those hands, I was stunned, and exclaimed "Brother!" Looking up, I met those cold faces.

"Hahaha! Little naive! You don't even know what a coincidence, I was just about to buy a ticket..."

The fat man said that he was queuing up and was about to buy tickets. Speaking of which, the fat man complained that there were too many people, but still under my strong request, he continued to talk, and he heard someone arguing. There were too many, and nothing was seen. The inspector said, "You are not allowed to go in. You don't have a ticket, you don't have an ID card, and you have a knife. It is impossible to let you pass!"

"..."

There was a moment of silence "I want to go home!"

The voice surprised the fat man, isn't this his own little brother!Fatty cleverly threw ten yuan on the ground, "Whose money lost it!" Just as everyone else was looking down for money, Fatty rushed to Poker Ping, "This is my younger brother, mentally handicapped!"

The inspector looked at Fatty in amazement. To be honest, how could Pokerfing be his younger brother? First, his figure was not the same. Second, Pokerfing was already bigger than Fatty. After the word, what is the expression of the little brother.

The inspector seemed to be talking, "You don't think much about him, you are about to pass with a knife, you don't have a ticket, you don't even have an ID card! He doesn't listen to what I say, just keep going in Go, and say he wants to go home!"

The fat man smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, what, I took him away!" The fat man came back with Poker Bottle.

When I heard that sentence "I want to go home!" I felt unspeakable sadness in my heart, and I took a look at Poker Bottle, only to realize that I still have him in his arms!I pushed away the stuffy oil bottle.

"Wu Xie, you said you would pick me up!" Pokerfing said suddenly, making me speechless for a while.

The fat man sat on the bed, "Oh! Brother, you don't even know, we all arrived in front of the bronze door, and disappeared in an instant. This little boy thought you couldn't get out. He couldn't stand the fright. Ga! Passed out..."

Fatty really knows how to add fuel and vinegar!I shook my hands, "No, brother, it's not what he said. Hey? Brother, how did you get out?" I cleverly avoided this topic.

Poker bottle didn't say anything, I guessed it, the fat man hooked my shoulder, "Oh, there's no need to explain so much, let's go! Let's go to the mountains for a while, or find something to do somewhere else, like People like us never have time to be idle." The fat man hooked Poker-Face's shoulders and walked out again. (The fat man is so chic, the left hugs the innocent, and the right hugs the younger brother)