Olives

The snow has been scattered for three days, and Baccarat has been open for three nights in a row.Whether the gamblers are rich or poor, they are all tender streaky flowers that are seven fat and three thin. They are stewed in a pot until they are boiled until they are oily and firewood.Liu Yadong was dispatched to Tu Wen at night to watch the wind on Zhengqi Street, one mile away from Jinding.The Merlon Karaoke is full of lights and feasting, and the night market business inside is not bad. Someone is singing the love song of Lao Gang, and the tune is melancholy and twists and turns, blowing into the wind.

Tu Wen doesn't have any "class" style.Do you really think that you are the uncle of the Qing Gang?Everyone is eating blood under the hands of the big boss, it's nothing more than who comes first and goes to this stinky water earlier than anyone else.The cold knife scraped over Tu Wenting's collar, and the dragon's tail appeared and disappeared.The street is empty and desolate, there is a straight mud column at the fork, the horizontal and vertical cables cut the dome, and the fine scales fall continuously, sticking to the upper eyelashes and eyebrows.Tu Wenpout blew his nose, treated Liu Yadong as the youngest, pinched his arms, pinched his buttocks, tilted his head and winked: "Brother Liu, these are all your seniors, come on, call one!" A few people were laughing against the wind, all cheap, but it didn't hurt much.

Liu Yadong sneered, calling his mother a ghost if he wanted to shout.

Honestly speaking, Shao Jinquan is an old bastard with his own realm, so that is his talent blessing.Just looking at those at the bottom of the pyramid, they always seem to be a bit like rogues.

The stinky onion is covered in the sky, its chin is like a crescent moon, and its spirit is like a shovel.He explained that his surname was Zhu, and his face was in the same line as Ming Taizu.Tu Wen slapped his head like a melon, and said with a crazy smile, the disabled is your mother's disabled!If you're not ugly, you won't be kicked by women all the time!The appearance of Ling Zi's student is not ugly, but it is a pity that he is highly myopic, his eyes are extremely protruding, and he looks frightened.Tu Wen said that he is the most stupid, I married Wan Niang, and I am a cheater.He lived on short food and short clothes for a few years, hoping to pass the college entrance examination and go to a big city, but God's hand is too good, he caught up with SARS in 03, his body temperature was 38 degrees before the exam, and he refused to stand out.He left home to work, and even if he earned a dime, Wan Niang took it away.Tu Wen promised Ling Zai: If you make up your mind and let me know, I will shoot that bitch with a musket for you!I bear the blood, you can't go to hell.

The one with the most "unsightly" appearance is Lao Jia, who is the closest to him under his command.Lao Jia has studied at a vocational college, and has hidden a belly of historical stories. He can talk about everything from Cao Mengde, the hero of the Three Kingdoms, to Rommel, the desert fox.Half of his face is like a pool of slack soft wax, blamed on a column of nitric acid that leaked when repairing the pipes of the chemical plant that year.He is a reasonable person, he does not do evil for no reason, and with the last bit of arrogance of a son of a state-owned enterprise, he is ruthless, probably because he was ridiculed for his appearance.Red Coral formed a team a few years ago, and all of them got drunk and wanted to rape the girl sitting in Chunshuitang.Old Jia smiled apologetically, and his minions cursed and mocked his appearance as You Tanzhi's reincarnation.A few people rushed to the back alley and waved their scrapers, and Lao Jia cut off his upturned nose with a single hand.Minor grinned and wanted to take back the piece of meat, but Lao Jia refused to give it back, and threw it to the wild dog.Now I'm panting and still relying on the two holes.

Speaking of Hou Aisen's one, it's even more interesting, the mouse born with alopecia areata, the pouting Liu Pingping, the golden multiplier on the surface of the moon... What a coincidence?Fart big a plain water, can be gathered in this era, so the most subtle and funny fate of impermanence.

"So I wondered if Brother Quan was addicted, looking for my younger brother to be a fucking ugly bastard." Tu Wen kicked a can, "Simin was the longest when he was not dead! Now you three are here , I really can't compare you and Brother Lan, you have different styles, hehe!"

The pot clangs and rolls onto the road, startling a bunch of dogs barking.Liu Yadong smiled.He said to himself, don't bring the three of us with us, we don't get mixed up, we don't belong together, we're still—we're not called the same class.

Like the three shifts in a state-owned enterprise, three shifts in the second half of the night.For a while Liu Yadong and Hu Ziqiang strolled around the alleys, drinking and watching, and for a while he watched the croupier break up the cards, watch the gamblers' loose or tight mouths and brows, and watch the chips move back and forth on the green velvet.The rich men couldn't feel tired, they froze their faces and limbs, looked at the chips in front of their chests, and rolled their tired eyelids slowly.The two croupiers played cards so smoothly that their butts stuck to their seats and their cheeks were liver-colored.He couldn't smell any danger either, and the mediator just walked back and forth aimlessly in the cold and stuffy.It's almost dawn, the sky is blue, for safety, we have to stop.The gamblers filed out of the back door under the guidance of the croupier, and were driven back to the hotel to sleep by the middlemen in turn.The dealer is a distinguished guest, Jiao Liru personally went to support them, and saw the two tremblingly put their knees on their knees, and fell down again.Jiao Liru chuckled and said what's the matter, Boss Lu, are you tired?Your gambling wind is smoother tonight!He squatted down decently and brushed the dust off his pants.The chips were scattered all over the floor and mixed into the cigarette butts.

Tu Wen peeled a longan and threw it into his mouth, rubbed his tired face, and said, "See? That's it."

During the day, when he went back to the staff building to catch up on sleep, Hu Ziqiang was so dazed that he didn't take off his shoes, so he rolled onto the camp bed and fell asleep.Lanzhou ate the cold wind in the middle of the night, fell into the bed and touched his forehead. After finishing speaking, I'm afraid I have a little fever.

Liu Yadong turned over and touched his neck, feeling hot sweat on his neck.After cursing a sentence, he slammed on his martial arts shoes and wanted to find someone.Unexpectedly, when I turned the handle of the door, I found that the door was locked.Liu Yadong's internal organs sank, he wanted to scold and kick, but he didn't say anything.

Lan Zhou's head swelled up to two sizes. He heard the buzzing in his ears, turned his face and asked hoarsely: "What are you doing?"

Liu Yadong dug out a half bottle of alcohol from his bag.It was opened in the consulting room when I was in martial arts school, and I usually get a lot of scratches, which is just needed.Liu Yadong dragged him by the arm, pulled him out like a carrot, and said: "The people who came back probably fell asleep, and there may be medicine. You should wipe it with alcohol to cool down. The fever should be... yes, it's okay. Son." Lan Zhou rolled his eyes, then drooped his head happily.Liu Yadong laughed at him for being sick and severed his brain nerves.

Liu Yadong filled a pot with water and waited for it to boil.Liu Yadong asked Lan Zhou if he felt uncomfortable, Lan Zhou said nonsense.Liu Yadong opened the window, sent his hand out under the eaves, and the branches were blown in the wind, letting it freeze.When the five fingers were reddish and stiff and difficult to bend, they retracted and said with a smirk, lie down quickly, and the old Chinese medicine doctor will calm you down.Rough hands wrapped around Lan Zhou's head and turned up and down, driving away the fatigue, leaving Lan Zhou with a shady heart.Liu Yadong curled up his legs.Leaving the "juvenile management office", you don't have to shave your hair frequently, the roots of your hair will break through the ground wantonly, and the green skin will soon become a hedgehog, rubbed with moles.Lan Zhou pinched his mischievous hand instead.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat meat."

Liu Yadong raised his eyebrows: "What the hell?"

Lan Zhou muttered a Yi language, clenched his fist, turned around, and said, "It's about the size of a hand. Cut the piglet out with a hatchet knife, boil it and put it in a dustpan. Pepper and Chinese prickly ash, and garlic paste water. According to an adult, three pieces at most."

"I told you that I was hungry, so shut up." Liu Yadong sighed, "Right now, instant noodles are the only way to do it."

Lan Zhou smiled: "Outsiders generally don't eat it. We think it's delicious, but they think it's too dirty."

"Don't be surprised." Liu Yadong listened to the sound of boiling water, closed his eyes and said, "People are like this, idle, owe."

"That's not necessarily the case. If I go out to have a look and have a look, then tell me to go back and watch those things and listen to those things, I don't like it."

"..."

"you are not?"

"I haven't seen anything fucking before, so I can't compare it."

"Better than you were."

"I used to be? I used to be a... a wild dog raised in captivity." Liu Yadong bared his teeth, "I'm a wild dog without a mother."

Lan Zhou rubbed his face, his chest rose and fell, and sighed: "Liuye dog."

"Hey." Liu Yadong laughed happily, "Broken boat."

When the wind hits, the bamboos hanging upright on the balcony slammed to the ground like a cracking whip.

Both of them thought about it in the future, that might be a warning.

The first two nights were safe, just like any play, there are always waves at the end.Three nights of confrontation is enough to distinguish who is weak and who is fierce.This time the dealer was hand-to-hand, and the betting was based on instinct and adrenaline.On the other side of the lever, the bold and generous bet is actually a woman named Shi Hong.Heizi Xiaomori told Shao Jinquan to file the information in advance: he is a small real estate developer in the provincial capital, flying between Beijing and Guangzhou, unmarried in his fifties, nothing else, just a pleasant pastime.Her face is too familiar everywhere in the country, and when we gamble in plain water, she feels at ease in the small land, and she talks about people in a simple way.Shi Hong's cheeks are slack, with brown spots. She smokes and drives a BMW.She was very dependent on Komori, first rolled out a Q of spades to mark the zero, and after swearing at the bad hand, she called Komori to play the hole card.The croupier acted impartially, saying that standing bettors are not allowed to play their cards, so Shi Hong stood up and dragged Xiao Mori to his seat.A table of gamblers, she doesn't care if she hates it or scolds her.

Komori stretched out his hand, tremblingly twisted out Zhang Meihuajiu.Shi Hong was overjoyed, hugged him and sucked, then pushed his head into her chest.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that if Komori wants to catch this fish to death, it's not enough to make amends and laugh, and I'm afraid it will be prostitution.

It just happened to Komori.Wu Xiang made a fuss and called Lao Su, shouting, brother!elder brother!Komori's fucking train ticket to Beijing after six o'clock!As soon as I touched his pillow, it fell out, and I tore it up, brother, watch out, don't really tell him to run after that man!Lao Su sneered on the phone, saying that you are a ghost, and the ticket was torn up by you, so what kind of dick is that sweet potato?Hold!How cheap do you think he is?Why didn't I take off his arms too much?

Wu Xiang faltered, Lao Su frowned, saying that you fart quickly.Wu Xiang made a condition, saying that you have to pump some water for me.Dog day stuff!Say it out and count it as a "business" for you, and give you a bonus!Old Su gritted his teeth and said, if you don't talk about it, your yellow teeth will be pulled out, so don't mess with me.

Wu Xiang hurriedly said: Last time he procrastinated and made [-] yuan, he didn't tell you!I eavesdropped, the Beijing young master couldn't plug the hole, so he asked Xiao Mori to fill it in for him, and then took him to Beijing together.

Put the fucking stinky fart!He also believes in betting on dogs!Lao Su managed to avoid throwing the clamshell into the moat.

The news was passed to Shao Jinquan, who listened to Jiao Liru.Jiao Liru put out her cigarette butt and looked into the casino, stood up and frowned, "Where's Gao Xiaosen? Call Gao Xiaosen."

"Big sister borrowed [-] yards." Hou Aisen tilted his head and said with a low voice, "Xiao Mori found Adi for him to exchange."

Shao Jinquan was stunned: "It's broken." Pressing his palm, "Look for a yard!"

Crowded to check, as expected.Gao Xiaosen was well prepared, the room was in a mess, the tables and chairs were overturned, the chips were all over the place, and the safe was empty.Wu Qimeng's hair was disheveled, he was moaning in pain on his back, his face was grim, and he was covering the bloody hole in his ribs.Hou Aisen strode over, knelt down, and raised his head and face: "Ah... Adi!! Help—"

"Who dares to fight? Lead a note? You block it?" Shao Jinquan squatted over, touched Wu Qimeng's sweaty white face, and asked, "Adi, look at me, can I talk?"

Wu Qimeng opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, gasped, and said in a mixed cry, "Ugh..."

"How much did you steal?"

Wu Qimeng made a scribbled gesture, his five fingers twitched in pain, and he panted shortly.

"Okay, baby boy, bear with it."

Shao Jinquan rubbed Yin Hong's sleeve. "Ask Pingping to open my Zhiling and take him to the railway hospital." He rubbed the blood stains, and the more he rubbed, the more dizzy he was, "Aisen, you are responsible for not letting any movement be heard in the venue. You call Jiu Qiang immediately Chasing, Gao Xiaosen’s train at 05:30 is bound for Beijing. Before closing the account in the morning, eight of them must be chased back for me. As for Gao Xiaosen’s missing arms and legs in the end, I don’t care, I want money " It was Jiao Liru who softened her heart: "Don't go too far! Don't kill him."

Hou Aisen trembled, clutching Wu Qimeng's bloody hole, swallowed, and said calmly, "Okay! Brother Quan, Sister Liru."

On Zhengqi Avenue, Tu Wenzheng was blowing wind, blowing Cao Lu who he claimed had "forgot all about it".Praise her for being beautiful, heroic, and the number one beauty in the textile technical school, she is hot, and the fashionable word is Sassy Girl.He played and sang at the same time, taking himself as Cha Tae-hyun, humming a few lines of "IBelieve".His chirping cell phone rang too inappropriately, which interrupted his memory without a trace.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Hello?!" Halfway through hearing that, he raised his eyebrows.Hanging up the phone, Tu Wen scratched the top of his head, gritted his teeth, and sighed: "Brothers, come to work." He nodded forward: "Smelly onion, Lingzi, Xiaohu, keep watching, old Jia Xiao Liu Xiaolan, come with me, let's drive a Mazda pickup!"

Lao Jia didn't understand, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Tu Wen drew a knife under his neck and stared: "What do you mean? - Kill the traitor! Haha!"

Gao Xiaosen attributed his abnormality to his fate.His stout primitive appearance first appeared at the age of seven or eight. None of the children in the same village were half a little older, and hair grew on the chest.Ape-man, stinky monkey, half-breed, and other joking names came one after another, and he was separated by his peers.With nowhere to play, a strong sense of abandonment accompanied him until he was ten years old.The family planted two acres of peaches that year, and when the season came, they bore fruit.In order to prevent theft, people should be sent to sleep in the grass huts in the Taoyuan to guard at night.Dogs barking in the wind, mosquitoes and flies flying, cicadas chirping and crickets chirping.Smoking mosquito-repellent incense, everything is lonely and soft.He heard footsteps while he was half awake, but he couldn't tell if it was a dream.The feeling of relaxation was too light to be real.

Just treat it as a dream.In his dream, he turned over and fell into the soil, his face fell, and he was pinned down at the waist.In his dream, his pants were blown off by the wind, and his buttocks stuck out.In his dream, he was hit by a warm jade pestle, the position was not very good, it was in the place of excretion, and it was very strange, the eye twisted and twisted, hanging all the way to his heart.The jade pestle killed him viciously, and Xiao Yu pulled it away soundlessly.Gao Xiaosen was happy and happy during the jerk, holding the dirt and grass stalk in his mouth, groaning and shedding tears he shouldn't have.It takes a whole summer for peaches to go to the market when they are new, but Gao Xiaosen was raped by a dream all summer.The jade pestle had penetrated into his heart, and he couldn't pull it out unless he cut his belly open.

For more than ten years, he has been huddled with a lonely and shameless chrysanthemum, and that young master Jing looks like a gentleman from the provincial city, but for more than ten years, he lacks a suitable scabbard.Every pot must have a lid, and every bowl must have chopsticks.People who fit the set perceive each other without talking, just smell like animals.Gao Xiaosen "caught" him as usual, made friends with him, took him to ride a motorcycle, treated him to lye noodles, and finally, took him to Jinding to play a small gamble.At the beginning, they always win, win three hundred, lose one hundred, and win five hundred again.Master Jing went back and forth, three times and four times, to bring him Huairou chestnuts and Pinggu fresh peaches, and after gambling, watch porn with him in the hostel, masturbating impatiently together.While gnawing on the peaches, the jade pestle hung up to the tip of his nose again.

Gao Xiaosen hesitated, boldly stretched into his crotch, his eyes flickered, he understood everything.

Young Master Jing wailed, rolled over and held him down, pushed his hairy legs apart, thrust the knife into the scabbard, and shook desperately.

The two of them were crying while they were working, like a pair of crazy children.

Young master Jing rolled millions of snowballs, not only in Jinding, but also in the water of red coral Yuhua stone, neighboring provinces and cities, and even concealed bits and pieces.If you can't believe what a gambler says, who knows better than the usual sunspot?But the relationship is like this. When the love is strong, compromise and compromise will replace the logic of dignity. Once you put it back in your head and speculate and measure, you will be suspected of being insincere, and even you are not kind.Gao Xiaosen ran around without knowing what to do, for the hard-won "similar", he was filled with sorrow and joy, and for the first time he hated himself for being a little bug in the tent.Young master Jing often pinched his neck when he was on the verge of shooting, shouting, "It's not all your fault!"

Yes, blame him, he pushed him into the gambling pit, and tried to rescue him outside.

Gao Xiaosen trembled.He didn't really want to stab Wu Qimeng to death, he pretended not to use the triangular knife, and he missed it because he didn't expect him to be so loyal.He never thought about killing people, but for the sake of "love", Gao Xiaosen said in his heart, if he kills me, he will kill him.

With an 80 military bag between his legs, he galloped through the rustling snow.The palm of his hand was full of other people's blood, he accidentally slipped, and the force of fully twisting the accelerator rebounded in an instant.

The shell of the car was smashed, and the fuel tank was leaked. Gao Xiaosen was covered in snow, with a red face, he staggered and picked up the big motorcycle and twisted it. It purred like a dying sick dog.With a high-spirited "fuck", Gao Xiaosen scolded in a submissive cry.He kicked Dalmore down, wiped his nose with his sleeve, picked up his bulging backpack, and ran in the snow.All the way east!After crossing the Nerima Bridge, passing Gaojiagang, passing through to Guandi Temple, that is Sushui Railway Station, where he is waiting for him.Gritting your teeth, it is the place where the sun rises, the place where the light of freedom is.

The pickup truck has a main driver and co-driver, and if you want to load people, you have to stand behind the cargo box.Lao Jia said straightly, "I am familiar with the land of the train station belongs to Shapi", and slid into the car.Liu Yadong thought of pulling it down, and dragged Lanzhou up onto the cargo box with a grunt.Snow accumulated on the bottom of the box and melted into thin ice. He stepped on it and slid out and slapped it in, dragging Lanzhou into it.

When there was an earthquake, Tu Wen stretched his neck and threw a military overcoat: "Why are you bang bang bang dang? Don't freeze to death!" He retracted his head and pushed the handbrake to ignite: "You two, wait a moment and put your heart on it Don't be a fucking good person! He is not benevolent, so I should be unrestrained, and it's the rules of the rivers and lakes to dispose of his arms and legs." Liu Yadong rubbed his buttocks and bared his teeth, without saying a word.

The brake pads of the pickup truck are not good, Liu Yadong suspects that Tu Wen is worthless, but the more unscrupulous a person is, the more he surpasses the veterans, the more he can drive an old car staggeringly in the snow, and it almost takes off.The cold knife was drenched with Laobaigan, and the face was obviously cold when it was cut, but it was hot again after a while.Liu Yadong shook off his military overcoat, covered Lanzhou's head with his head, and then covered his head and said in a rough voice, "Suffocate to death, you're just a broken boat."

Lan Zhou struggled and cursed inside, first in Chinese, then in Yi.The more Liu Yadong listened, the happier he was, giggling and shivering from the cold.

The train station has always been the most chaotic, the land boundary is the wildest, the folk customs are the toughest, and the bastards who piss and circle are the most.When Zhang Er listened, there are dialects everywhere, Sichuan, Chongqing, Guangdong, Guangxi, Wu dialect, Jingqiang, Times stomping their feet to prepare for the start, and remote counties and border areas, they all shake to the big rhythm.The beige top of Sushui station pops into view, very dilapidated—the lightning rod is full of rust, the putty is peeling off into a disfigured face, and the big clock embedded in it is inaccurate. Because the top is the tallest, it is the first to receive the time. ground sculpture.Under the lacquered copper characters, the passengers are walking one after another, everyone is bearing the fatigue of the early morning and the faint anxiety of the approaching journey.North, south, east, and west, they are about to hit the road anyway.

The pickup truck slammed on the open ground and flicked its tail. The whistling sound was piercing. It wasn't Lan Zhou's collision, but Liu Yadong almost missed launching on the spot.Two car doors rang, and Tu Wen Lao Jia jumped out of the pickup truck with a gulp, with a shiny iron pipe in his hand.

Liu Yadong breathed a sigh of relief—it wasn't the Watermelon Knife who lost.

He rolled over and got out of the car, before he could speak. "If you want money, don't let someone catch me and beat me to death, understand?" Tu Wen bared his teeth, "Save a sigh of relief and drag it back to Brother Quan, if this task can be completed, the bonus will be so much that you two walk sideways in the martial arts school! Less dick crap."

"Don't be afraid of going to jail, I didn't even cut off the nose." Lao Jia turned his head and said with a low voice, "Don't commit murder."

The ticket inspector in the county seat only moved his eyes and mouth, with his hands clasped in his oil-stained sleeves, his red eyelids lifted to see that there was a ticket in his hand, and white steam spewed out of his mouth: "Pass." Ka, he kept moving his hands together to stop him, and frowned, "Where's the ticket?! What the hell are you doing?" Lao Jia picked up the iron pipe, raised his head and leaned towards him. He said in his heart that he was an ugly monster, so he stiffened his neck and hid: "I ask you for a ticket!" Lao Jia stretched out his hand, unquestionably touched his neck, and slammed him hard, as if forcing him to kneel and admit his mistake.Lao Jia smiled slightly, and bit his ears with four fingers: "If you don't take the bus, we'll find someone! Four platform tickets, tomorrow...do you ask Shapi to make up?" He was slightly startled, his nasolabial folds stretched, Pull out the sleeve and pull it: "Yes, yes."

Sushui went to Beijing, took the Beijing-Kowloon Line, and crossed Tianjin and Hebei.Sushui is too small to see, and the green leather train is only 3 minutes away from the station.The waiting hall was dark and smelly, with few passengers.Tu Wen rushed into the lobby, Lao Jia aimed at the ticket replacement window, and pointed: "There!" Tu Wen flew towards Gao Xiaosen, who was in a mess and was fumbling for his ID card, and kicked him on the back with one foot, Gao Xiaosen fell out and stayed where he was. Rolled over.

"Fucking dog/Japanese thing!" Tu Wen grabbed his hair and raised it violently, asking viciously, "Where's the money?!"

Gao Xiaosen's hands were empty, his Adam's apple rolled, and he trembled.

"Hey, can you make up for it? Where's the ID card?" The conductor shouted, raised his buttocks and glanced out, then shrugged and sat back on the bench impatiently: "Come to make up for the next one."