Olives

When the rain came, the whole county became muddy.Everyone arranged to live in a small abandoned oil mill at the foot of Xiugu Mountain, and there was a strong smell of rapeseed everywhere.Before the big break, the guy was very well prepared.Liu Yadong looked at it in turn: a batch of long sticks, a few copper pipes, three pairs of hatchets, and two homemade Thunderbolts.The rope jute bag on the side is enough.

There were quite a few people, except for Tu Wen, Liu Yadong had seen people he hadn't seen before, some people he didn't know, tall, short, fat and thin.Tu Wen said, "Brothers from the Du family, if you eat this kind of meal in other places, our family has a big business, you are not surprised."

For Longhu's so-called spreading wolf nature, Liu Yadong just read Tu Wen is enough.He shaved off his yellow hair and turned it into a green skin. He spoke filthy words and was cruel and merciless.Like worshiping the statue of Guan Gong during the Chinese New Year, and trying to make everything go well the night before the work, a group of people gathered together to eat a big pot of wine and vegetables, eating sex, and even called prostitutes.

After pulling the wires and hanging up the lights, the oil press room was not considered lively, some were chattering, some were silent, and some were staring at the pots and bowls, eating bitterly, as if this was a dead meal.Limp plastic cups are filled with wine, you touch it, I will go one by one, and Tu Wen introduces people one by one.The hooligans have similar nicknames, as if they were rolled out of dice, and the things that can't be hit with eight poles can be made by fighting together.Niu Stool, Grasshopper Yang, Little K Black B Triangle Li, Liu Yadong didn't bother to remember two.He didn't talk, drank tea and didn't touch alcohol, ate two chopsticks of pork ears in red oil, and then went to smoke with his arms folded.

The top of the oil press is high and leaky, and there is an irregular hole directly above it, and the halo moon happens to be stuck in it.A section of lacquered red steel ladder leads to the second floor, and shreds of tobacco float upwards in vain.

Four prostitutes came, and the next four were more wolves and less meat.It sounds like they are from northern Anhui, dressed thinly, shivering when they come, with an open coat with a thick hood, stomping their feet and asking who will get it and where, they all look at the text, it's fucking Know the seniority and inferiority.Xu Qingqing's evaporated text has been as stable as a clock, and there is no need to purify the fire for the time being. He waved his hand and said you come, and then asked Liu Yadong, are you coming, little virgin?Liu Yadong got up and ran out with a cigarette in his mouth, even saying that I don't need it.

Come out and look up at the sky, it's really beautiful, a giant screen, the stars are sewn densely.Originally there was a pinching hand on the neck, I don't know if it was kindness or it was tired, so it suddenly relaxed, and took advantage of this opportunity to take a full breath of the wet mountain wind, the smell of the wind is lovely.

Liu Yadong put the cigarette to his mouth, thinking, what is Chuaner doing?In the casino?Can you see the star when you look up?

——Does Anigu like it?Damn, it would be fun to die.

There was a commotion behind me, and I turned my head to see that Tu Wen also came out, walking towards him in the dark, stumbling over dead branches and rotten trees, saying ouch, what the fuck.

As he got closer, Tu Wen slapped his butt: "Damn, you're still running fast! You won't be charged for prostitution. You'll make them think you're impotent, okay?"

Liu Yadong didn't dodge, looked at him: "If you think it is, then I think you are not slow."

"Hey, are you comparing me? You know I've seen it through battles, and it's boring to have too much cunt." Tu Wen glanced at him, "You think I'm like you, and the dick/ass hair is not fully grown yet. Bar?"

"I'm quite complete, Hulunbuir Prairie, I'm running up to my navel." Liu Yadong choked on him.

"Yohe~ It's quite vivid." Tu Wen sat on a stubborn old Xiaoshuan, "I'll tell you that Mao is more capable, you are as good as me, and Li Simin, now add you! You Look at some of them, he can’t do it, just like Aisen, you can see that he is tall and strong and can nail for a long time, but he is a foreigner, his eggs are big but his kidneys are weak, and when he meets a seasoned guy, he can’t even beat him. We can’t hold it for 10 minutes. What we really have is aptitude! Talent! That means sleeping all over the world without being afraid!”

This cowhide flew into the sky at the sight of it.Liu Yadong's laughing point was pushed, and he choked with joy while holding the cigarette.

The custom is that when two men meet to smoke, one must start telling the story, and the other will listen to the story.

Tu Wen has something to say, thankfully.He has suffered a lot since he was a child, but he may not be able to bear the loneliness in his heart.At the same time, Liu Yadong is an excellent listener. He doesn't talk bluntly, doesn't show much joy, and tries his best to pretend to be calm. He has the good quality of being good at absorbing.He has deep eyes, and anyone who looks at him for a while can dazzle him, making the person take it lightly, and immediately pour out his mouth full of pain to confide.

Liu Yadong was actually unintentional, he himself stumbled, and he was unable to bear anyone's fate. Who loves suffering and hates deeply?He would rather listen to people hahaha jokes, not funny night walk.It's a pity that things backfired. The people around him always seemed to have so much unhappiness to share with him, and to negotiate with him emotionally.Luo Hai, Wu Qimeng, Tu Wen, this is not a good talent.

At the foot of Xiugu Mountain, there are all kinds of insects singing, forming a concerto.

Tu Wen said: "Little Liuer, do you believe it? I probably have a child."

What kind of story is this called?Liu Yadong couldn't show his expression, it was wrong to be surprised, wrong to regret, and even wrong to be happy.He followed his instinct and said, "That...is pretty good."

Tu Wen laughed when he heard this, and saw that he had smoked a cigarette butt, and threw another one for him to refill, "It's not bad? Who is good? Why is it so good? It's good, it's good."

Liu Yadong pretended to give him an analysis: "No, wouldn't it be good to have a future? I can have your surname Tu, with your blood flowing."

"Hey, I'm just saying... yes, yes." Tu Wen tore up the raw hide, "It might not be mine, or it might... not at all!"

Liu Yadong couldn't help but laugh, "That's so annoying, I don't want to explode my head, can I sleep?"

"Can't sleep. Hey it's you, are you happy?"

Liu Yadong shook his head: "Not happy."

"What? You said it! It's your surname! Your blood is spilled!" Tu Wen asked.

"Except for my surname and blood, I can't give you anything. Come out and suffer?"

Like me.I didn't say this sentence, because I feel cynical and unsteady, which makes people laugh.

As if being stung, Tu Wen frowned quickly, and then immediately relaxed: "Your grandma, what did you say so right?"

Liu Yadong looked at him.

"I was just... having fantasies." Tu Wen raised his head to the sky, spitting cigarettes, "I just realized it when you said it. If such a little kid was really born, my dirty hands might Don't even dare to hug him, it's a sin."

——As if looking at something too close to make it incomplete, unfair, and unreal, Tu Wen and his group became blurred by Liu Yadong.Going to a distance, I solemnly said that they are morally corrupt and rarely abide by the law. It is rotten from the root, let alone have created any positive value. It is said that Liu Yadong can smell the slightest human scent on them.Either it is sour from regret, or the nose is irritated by anger, or it is numb, and it feels burnt and rotten.Everyone's roads are narrow, rainy, and muddy under their feet.

You pass the cigarette over and exchange information, he then inhales into the dantian, and then sighs deeply and slowly.The happiness in the world may not be common, but the misery is easy to agree with another kind of misery, not necessarily true identification. — Not to mention brothers, I understand everything.Not necessarily true understanding.This is actually a terrible thing, because once a person is bound by fate, it is easy to imply that he chooses loyalty because of the fetters, and thus loses his eyesight.

But Liu Yadong thought about it, and felt that whether his life would be long or short in the future, he still only wanted to be loyal to Lanzhou.

Lan Zhou is not a god, but it is...his life.

Are they all dead?Hold.Liu Yadong shuddered, and wanted to laugh again when the shivers were over.

This evening Jinding came to trouble again, playing with big and small leopards on the first floor, his hands were smelly, and it didn't take long to get [-].

Seeing that he is not well-dressed, with loose eyelids and dirty eyeballs, it is obvious that he is an old gambling dog, risking his life and money to make money.The machine swallowed the money with a clatter, and he knelt down slumped to the ground, followed by a strange light in his eyes, swung the swivel chair at hand, and slammed into the machine.Although this machine is not new, it is made in Taiwan. Shao Jinquan took a lot of trouble to get Sushui, and if it is broken, it will cost tens of thousands.The venue was in disarray, Lao Tang dispersed the people, and Hou Aisen couldn't be found anywhere, so he hurriedly called Lan Zhou and Hu Zijiao to stop.Who would have thought that the gambler was fighting to the death, or he would risk his life if he didn't get his money back. He had a shiny scraper knife in his pocket.

Lan Zhou kicked his chest, Hu Ziqiang cut back and subdued with great effort.The man injured five viscera, and Hu Ziqiang's forearm was also scratched by the knife.This is so rare and strange, Old Tang asked someone to tie up the gangster, clean up the place, and urged Hu Ziqiang to quickly bandage him.

Inadvertently, there was another injury, and the stitches on the neck were not removed. No matter how much I asked, I didn't say who caused it. Lan Zhou took it all.While tearing off the gauze with his mouth, he said, "Shouldn't it be time for you to get rid of your filth?"

Hu Ziqiang raised his arm to stop the bleeding, gasped in pain, then shook his head and said, "Actually, Chuaner, I really don't believe in our superstition, how can there be a god." After a few seconds, "If there is, I don't care our."

"Hush—" A knife was on his head, questioning whether the gods were cut alive.Lan Zhou glanced at him for two seconds, then whispered, "I don't believe it either."

Both of them smiled at the same time.

It is the instinct of martial arts school people to suck their mouth.There are many fallacies and fallacies in martial arts, and they all say that the best Yunnan Baiyao is not as good as your two saliva stars!As long as the mouth can be licked, don't flush it with water. The tap water is clean?Bleach/powder is added to the manure soup and it comes out for you to use.

Seeing blood on the mouth has become the muscle memory of the dragon and tiger children, neither disgusting nor disgusting, and the salty taste has become a common taste on the tip of the tongue.The injury was on the outer side of the upper arm, because Hu Ziqiang stretched his neck and bent his back, twisting into a Big Tianjin Fried Dough Twists, the tip of his tongue touched the wound slightly.He has a unique appearance, Lan Zhou took care of dismantling the medicine himself, and suddenly he didn't intend to do it for him.

Compared with Liu Yadong, there seems to be a barrier between him and other people, even Hu Ziqiang who grew up together.It is not an exaggeration to say that they are relatives of the same family and the same fate.But it seems that's all.

Thinking about the changes without traces, Lan Zhou felt ashamed, as if he didn't know what to do, and inadvertently underestimated something precious.But no, never, he kept on Hu Ziqiang from beginning to end, and never pushed him to a far position.But since when did he feel that each other is not as good as before?It seems that in comparison with Liu Yadong, he came to this shocking conclusion.

When Hu Ziqiang smiled, he would be happy for him; when Liu Yadong smiled, he wanted to know who the smile was for; when Hu Ziqiang cried, he felt the same sadness and wanted to encourage and comfort; when Liu Yadong cried, he also wanted to find out who it was for;

Hu Ziqiang——If he dies?

He may be guilty all his life and lose the right to be happy;

When Liu Yadong died, he didn't even want to have the will to live on.

day.

Lan Zhou knocked over the medicine bottle violently, and the brown-yellow iodine spilled on Hu Ziqiang's pants.

"Hey!", "Sorry!"

Hu Ziqiang stood up and shook his head, "What are you thinking? Chuan'er, it's all right, luckily it's not boiling water."

Lan Zhou shook his head with trembling hands and said, "I didn't notice, change it soon, or it won't wash off."

"Ah."

He began to miss Liu Yadong violently, his five internal organs were throbbing like spasms, and he even had a slight feeling of wanting to vomit.In this feeling, he also had a strong urge to transform the Yi language that night into plain Chinese.He thinks that only Chinese has beautiful tones and strong emotions, and only then can he express himself clearly.

The opening was tightly covered with three layers of ground, and Lan Zhou caught sight of several purple-red spots on Hu Ziqiang's neck.He pointed to it and asked what it was, but when he saw Hu Ziqiang was startled, he muffled it and said it was nothing.Without further questioning, just for a moment of silence, Hu Ziqiang took the initiative to say: "I feel sorry for you, and Yadong."

"Why?" Lan Zhou asked, "Spent my money by stealing it?"

"Hey! No. For now... I can't say it. I'm a jerk anyway."

Lan Zhou flicked his head, "Don't think about it."

"If, Chuaner, I say if." Hu Ziqiang stared at him, with a kind of sincerity and fearlessness in his words: "If one day in the future, I drag you and Yadong down, you can just run with him , don’t worry about me, I will take responsibility for my own faults.” After finishing speaking, he put his hands together, which seemed to be the piety of a Christian.

"Stop talking nonsense about you."

"Really, Chuan'er." Hu Ziqiang smiled shyly.He lowered his head and whispered softly, "Actually, I've never been so brave."

There is an unbreakable stare in nature, such as the focused eyes of animals, the constant bad weather day after day, a total of three days of work, and it rains all the time, which is a warning and a lament.

Tu Wen named this mission "Cup Throwing Operation". The text was forcefully drawn, meaning that it is better to smash jade than to destroy tiles. The meaning of forced demolition is self-evident, and the identity of a bully is also stamped.Liu Yadong was deployed from the beginning to the end, where he needed to go, as the saying goes, those who work hard rule others, he is a younger brother, so he doesn't have to worry about dangers, which is considered a kind of luck.

It rained lightly on the first day, and Xiugu Mountain was suddenly softened.The engineering team drove up the mountain in a hurry at night, with kilowatt searchlights on, and the bangs of explosions sounded at every turn without warning. The large machinery was ferocious, eating up the gravel and soil bit by bit.Snoring kept coming and going in the oil mill, and the quilt was thin. Liu Yadong slept lightly all night.Standing up in the morning and looking at it again, the mountain shrinks down a whole piece. Yesterday it was still in the shape of an elephant, but today it is like a deer with its neck raised.If Yu Gong lived in 2005, and modern people are fast and aggressive, would he be speechless?I am afraid that I will be confused and lost, because I have been working hard to determine success or failure, and God will not be angry again, and will descend to the world to help all living beings again.

Levy does not mean that you pick up a house with a scythe in your pocket. In the new century, everything must be discussed before there is room for it.When Lao Jia counted the number of people, the hooligans gathered around and responded, those who picked eye shit, those who scolded father and mother, those who rubbed their faces and spit, and one of them almost spat on Liu Yadongwu's shoes.The man laughed and said, I'm sorry, boy, what kind of B brand are you?Write a Wu character.There was a scar between his eyebrows extending to his temples, with viciousness overflowing, but his eyes were cloudy and dull.

Looking north, a Jetta is coming from afar.The skin that got off the car was soft and had reached a high degree of elasticity for a human being.Tu Wen was dressed in a western suit. He and the engineering team leader Fu Hailong went up to meet him, called the deputy director, and handed him cigarettes.A Lexus followed, and a young man with soft eyes came down, wearing a dusty jacket and combing his shiny hair.With a swipe of the deputy director's hand, he returned the smoke to the gangsters, not by the root, but in packets.

The ruffians whispered, the one with the scar on the brow gave Liu Yadong a bag, and said with a smile, fuck!All the bastards in the agency give Ruan Zhonghua!

Tu Wen shouted through someone: "Liu Er! Lao Jia!"

Liu Yadong drilled out in response, the rain swept so hard that he could hardly keep his eyes open, the ground was covered with muddy mud, and he almost didn't slip.

Tu Wenchao said to the rest of the people: The rest of the audience, don't fight in any situation, you gangsters are arrested by me!Then he got on the Jetta with Team Fu, and Liu Yadong and Lao Jia took the Lexus.On a rainy day, the country road is slippery, and the wheels are grunting all the way, but the car is silent.

Liu Yadong is used to looking out: the scenery recedes, his gaze follows for a while, and then he looks forward decisively.This is like a simple forgetting process, and it is less prone to motion sickness.When we went down to the ground, the rain was falling harder and harder. The young man staggered to hold an umbrella for the people on the Jetta. Get lice." That's how the village is, God won't show you, unless you can fly, it's useless to be an Olympic champion.

Walking slowly, we arrived near a low hut and smelled the gentle smell of cooking smoke, but everyone was in a panic, and there was no sign of mediation or threat.The deputy director stopped on a muddy ridge and wiped the mud spots on the trousers with an old cotton kerchief. Tu Wen glanced at Lao Jia and said with a smile, you are really a fastidious person.The deputy director shook his head.At his age and in this position, his face showed a kind of harmonious numbness most of the time, and at certain moments, it showed a rich expression.

He said to Yusi, it is not easy for ordinary people to be reasonable and conscientious, and I want to persuade Manager Tu for them to have a limit in everything, and there is no harm in everything within the limit.I will make this clear in advance.As he spoke, he began to move, the texture of his face trembled slightly, his eyes were far-reaching, and his tone was gloomy and pitiful.

A few meters away from Liu Yadong's old Jia, Liu Yadong only watched Tu Wen bowed to the deputy director's ear through the rain curtain, his brows were furrowed and relaxed while talking, and his smile was always playful.Old Jia is an old fox, he laughed inexplicably, Liu Yadong turned to look at him, and heard him mutter: "Brother Quan is also, usually such a meticulous person, but this bastard didn't do it well, let him pretend to take advantage of the loophole, haha!"

What is it called?Visit and research, foreign style.The deputy director knocked on the door one by one, Wen Tun said that XX was there, and greeted him with a suspicious face.

Most of the huts where Yanhu people live are made of red bricks or adobe. It is wet and leaky in this day. Others will see that you get compensation according to the money, so it is no pity to take it off.The room is dark and smelly, a light bulb shines a little bit brightly, squinting around, making a bunch of shit.Portraits of many deceased, faded nave paintings, panted armchairs, low stools, pots and bowls, newly harvested rice, medicine jars.Most of the homeowners were panicked and apprehensive, and politely invited a group of people into the house to sit down. Ding Ling went to find a tea bucket and sugar jar, and took out a handful of broken rice crackers and stuffed them into people's hands.Liu Yadong was not greedy, but after tasting one, he was about to cry.He hurriedly looked up at the elm beams.There is a nest of young swallows on the beam.He remembered that Dayu made this kind of plain pastry every year, and stored it in barrels, so it could last for a long time.He has always been in the ghostly place of Sushui, and he has never felt so far away like today.

The deputy director of the office can clearly call out the nicknames of the owners of each household. The pockmarked one is called Lao Lai, the tall one is called Stickman, the retired one is called Platoon Leader Xu, the old rebel who has studied farming is called Shi Xiucai, etc. Wait, they are all poor, and the smell of the world is pungent.

A group of people sat on short stools and took out a stack of stamped approval documents.The director analyzed in a low tone.There are nothing more than two meanings in the words, one is clear, move away to get the money, you are considered sensible; the other is dark, don’t go away hard, wait to push it away, you won’t get any money, I don’t care if you hurt you, you Without a birth certificate, the land was sold by the state.Liu Yadong followed them all the way down, and saw that their reactions were different, some were momentarily depressed, and some jumped up and cursed.The man named Shi Xiucai was short and strong. He was silent for a while, and then asked plainly: "Smart people don't speak dark words. How much should we pay you?" The deputy director looked at Tu Wen, Tu Wen The deputy director whispered, and the deputy director said: "This is what I said earlier, 4.8." Shi Xiucai stretched out his feet, dusted off his loafers, frowned and said, "Why are there so few? I'm a widower, didn't you force me Die?" His tone was calm.

Liu Yadong was always thinking about the nest of baby swallows, and he didn't pay attention to what he said and even pushed and shoved afterward.

Before leaving, Shi Xiucai grabbed Liu Yadong who was at the end with a strong grip, "Your surname is Liu? Boy."

Liu Yadong looked at him, nodded and said, "Yes."

He laughed, his rotten teeth covered with fluorosis reminded Liu Yadong of Luo Hai who had the same problem.He moved closer and said, as if he wanted to see Liu Yadong more clearly, "Your grandma is from Tianjia Village, her name is Ji Meiyu, everyone calls her Dayu."

"I don't know you." Liu Yadong didn't answer directly, his feet itched, and he wanted to escape strangely.

"I know you. You don't know. I knew her when I was young. I gave you your name. Yadong, I know you." He asked, "What? Are you working in the township government now? Gao Tall and big, promising."

It was still raining the next day, so Captain Fu rode a motorcycle to the oil mill, took a directory, and asked Tu Wen to explain the situation: The thing you tattooed on your neck is bluffing!There are only [-] households in total. You took people to show up yesterday, and the three households were vacant last night. The miscellaneous items have been moved, and there are still some odds and ends. Just push them away.There are seven houses that are in the process of being cleaned up. The director has ordered a few small bread cars and asked you to take a few brothers to help move some, so as to make a good impression and start work early as soon as possible.What's left...Three young and middle-aged families are working as foremen in Shenzhen.

Tu Wen asked, who are the ones who don't move?Dui Fu shook off the paper and said that half of the households are widows and widows, and only one household is full of grandparents and grandchildren.According to you, Brother Jiuqiang, should he tell Boss Shao to take it easy, or tonight...?

Tu Wen used the tip of a leather shoe to grind the cigarette butt until it bloomed, and it was crushed into thin slices, saying, "Fucking shit, I'm waiting for him, who is waiting for me?"Dry.

There was a sudden thunder outside, and the sky suddenly turned white.Liu Yadong sat on the steel ladder with arms folded, and shivered when he heard the cold.Tu Wen glanced upwards, paused for a moment and said with a smile, oh fuck, my God!I admit retribution, but don't come so early.

On the evening of the second day, the oily young man next to the deputy director held an umbrella and went door-to-door knocking again, and informed the inside: a minibus from the town came to pick him up. The director said that the compensation has changed, please have another meeting to sign a document .Don't worry about anything else, I'll send you back intact at night.

Shi Xiucai stared at him suspiciously, paused for a moment, pressed his waist and said, I have a bad heart, liver, spleen and lungs, I won't go, I won't sign, if I have the ability to kill me, he turned his head and walked towards the house.

Lao Jia stepped forward and clamped Shi Xiucai's neck, and asked Hei B to cover him from head to toe with an open jute bag.

The other township government knocked on the distant household and repeated the same rhetoric.The man who opened the door was a man with thin hair, he shouted, bullshit you big dick!If I don't move, I won't move!Some kind of you call the underworld to kill me!You mess with my house and give it a try!I will go to the province to find the government, and I will sue you!

Liu Yadong was vague, chattering and hesitating, which made the young man suffer a lot of spitting.He mentioned Leiming Deng in the dark for a long time, stood up to the gate of death, raised the wet mouth of the pipe, and pressed it against the man's eyebrows.

No sound.

But Liu Yadong stared at him ferociously, locked his teeth, and tightly squeezed the hand that flipped the switch.Hands shake like a sieve.

On the second night, the rain was heavy and the excavators drove in together, raising their heads and lowering them.The road up the mountain was extremely difficult, with the sound of rain panting and shouting and cursing constantly.Old Jia wiped off the rain on his face, and said angrily: "Ri is so damn strong, he will do all the dirty work and tell us, it would be nice for him to follow Fu Hailong to push the house! And he was tied up on the mountain, I want Be vicious and throw them all into the col.”

Grasshopper Yang held a smaller sack and said, "Brother Jiu Qiang said you are the most reasonable! Why are you more poisonous than us!"

Lao Jia said, "What is reason? It depends on my mood."

Called Niubeng: "I should have to chop with a knife, but in the end, oh, it's hard work to tie up these old gangsters."

"Fighting with knives to fight for your happiness? Live in the last era? It's a skill to get it done quietly. Do you really think that killing people is not worth your life? Besides, the one you are carrying is a woman."

"I'm exhausted, and it's still raining, it's useless if I can't come!"

"Think of beautiful things, you! Shut up and stop talking nonsense."

Liu Yadong has Shi Xiucai on his back, is he old or resigned to his fate?He was surprisingly quiet, not moving, his mouth was gagged, but he never even groaned.Liu Yadong stopped and walked, always wondering if he was dead.Lao Jia turned his head and called to him: "Hurry up, you are a young man who came out of the martial arts school, why is he not as good as me?"

"Where do you want to tie it?" Liu Yadong blinked off the raindrops on his eyelashes, hoarse, and hissed to the person in front.

"The top of the mountain!"

"Isn't that—"

"You just do what you want." Lao Jia panted, his voice was cold and sinister, "I can't catch you, revenge will be on your head, and retribution won't be on your head."

"I didn't mean to say that."

"Aren't you? You've already done this. The law calls you an accessory."

Something slightly hard is rubbing against the left shoulder blade.Liu Yadong staggered, and suddenly supported the ground with one hand, covered in mud.

"Why think too much? You don't understand now?"

The pain turned into excruciating pain, Liu Yadong trembled "uh-huh", fell down with a thud, and the jute bag slid down his shoulder.

"There's no need to be stubborn with yourself, make peace with yourself, just say, I want to be a good person, but—"

Liu Yadong yelled "Ah", and blocked the cut blade with his hand, the skin and flesh of the back two fingers of his left hand burst open, and he rolled on the spot, gurgling down the mountain.

"We—" Lao Jia turned his head and panicked: "—Xiao Liu'er! Gun! Bull stool! Gun! Quick, quick! Kill him! Quick!"

Niu Tengwei was at a loss as to what to do, and Lao Jia's mind was blank when he ordered repeatedly.He threw down the jute sack with a bang, and the person in it murmured dull and painful.He touched Lei Mingdeng on his waist, pulled the safety catch, and aimed tremblingly: "Ah——!" Through the lower abdomen.

The walls of the dilapidated house were rotten, and it soon became a mess. Tu Wen stood in the rain, and there were still some unbearable people.Fu Hailong trotted over on broken bricks, clutching his phone, and said in a panic, "Brother Jiuqiang!"

"Run slowly, and knock your front teeth out again." Tu Wen was still amused, "Fixed?"

"It's a bad thing!"

Tu Wen frowned.Fu Hailong dragged him to the corner, and said in a low voice, "Kill one and hurt the other."

"Isn't there any violence?!"

"An old rebel, I didn't pay attention to the guy. It doesn't matter if I punched his waist and didn't save him. It's a lonely old man..."

"Who hurt?"

"Our man, the young boy, surnamed Liu? He is in the clinic at the moment." Fu Hailong patted his back, "I was stabbed three times in the back, and once in the left hand, and the tendons in the back two fingers Cut off, I don’t know if I can keep it.”