C89 Enemies have a narrow road

At first I was nervous and thought something big had happened, but soon I got a little confused. It was broad daylight, and the skies were clear and cloudless outside. Moreover, the person who had just entered had obvious footsteps. What kind of monster could he be?

Because of this thought, I stole a glance at the man. I didn't look at him openly, but lowered my head to peek through the cracks of my elbow.

The person who had come was a fatty, a very familiar fatty. I felt like crying but had no tears. Why am I Brother Long's subordinate again? I remember very clearly that this guy flirted with Xia Xin in the restaurant, but Xia Xin used chopsticks to prick his face, and he hasn't completely recovered yet.

I turned my head and said to Mr. Zhao in a low voice, "It really is the narrow path between enemies."

Mr. Zhao also sighed: "Brother Long's network is really wide, his people are everywhere."

All three of us shifted, trying to keep our backs to the fat man. After entering the store, the fat guy looked around and then walked towards us.

I helplessly thought: "There's only a table and a chair in this store, no wonder he came over."

I was ready for a fight, but the old man got up from his recliner and said to Fatty, "Get out of here."

I was shocked. "This old man is really unsightly. You skinny old man, how dare you talk to Fatty in such a manner? "

Fatty was angered as well. He glanced at the old man and said, "I gave you face, right? If I don't go out, what can you do to me? "

The old man picked up a rolling pin from the table and picked up an enamel washbasin with his other hand. The rolling pin in his left hand was like a spear, while the rolling pin in his right was like a shield. He was now like a knight, a ridiculous knight like Don Quixote.

However, the old man did not charge forward. Instead, he waved his rolling pin and hit the basin with it. As he knocked, he shouted, "Fellow villagers, come and have a look! My son is going to hit me again. "

I was stunned. "What?" The fatty is the old man's son? "

Fatty's next words confirmed the old man's shout. He grabbed the old man's rolling pin and pushed him away, pushing him onto the reclining chair. "Why are you calling out to me when I'm sitting obediently? When did I hit you? "

I thought: "Perhaps in the fat man's heart, this kind of violent pushing is not a jostle."

The old man panted heavily. "Get the hell out of here."

Fatty said, "That's enough, that's enough." You're too old for me to care. Didn't I already tell you? Don't open this crappy store of yours. How much money did he earn in one day? "It's not enough to embarrass me."

The old man was so angry that he rolled his eyes. I'm really afraid of him having a stroke.

Fatty took out a stack of 100 yuan bills and casually threw it on the old geezer's recliner. Coincidentally, it landed right in his face.

The old man shouted angrily, "Are you using money to slap my face?"

Fatty said, "That's right. In the past, you old Rory blabbered about how I stole your coffin. How many are there? How many coffins do you need? "

The old man threw the money on the ground. "Take it away, take it away. I don't want your dirty money."

The fatty said, "Don't f * cking pretend. I'm so poor that I can't even open the pot. How can you fake being high and mighty? Come on, let me go, okay? "You can pick it up after I leave."

Then the fat guy started walking towards us, yelling, "Hey, you three. Is there something wrong with you? You dare to eat a bowl of fried cakes for a dollar? Aren't you afraid of getting diarrhea after eating? "God damn, you truly have no morals and morals. The old man is already so old, yet you still want him to cook? You want him to pretend to be an old man just because you have the money?"

He reached out and grabbed my collar, trying to lift me up. He muttered, "I've already told you that no one is allowed to come here to eat. Let's see which idiot has the guts to do this."

The fat guy's mouth was full of dirty words, which made me angry. I turned around and said with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes, "Fatty, you're really sharp talker, aren't you? Your face doesn't hurt anymore? "

The fat man looked surprised when he saw me. He obviously recognized me. However, after being surprised, he was at a loss. It seemed like he just saw that I was familiar and didn't remember who I was.

After that, he turned around and saw Xia Xin sitting beside him. His eyes lit up as he tugged at his shirt and wiped his hair. Do you want to eat somewhere else? Fat Bro will invite you to the big restaurant, we'll open a room. "

Xia Xin turned her head and pinched a pair of chopsticks. "You've healed and forgot the pain."

Fatty shouted, "It's all of you."

Following which, his punches that were as big as sandbags came smashing towards Xia Xin.

I truly admire the fatty. He distinguished between gratitude and grudges, and he was decisive in his actions. For people like me, even if I've been beaten up by Xia Xin once, when I see her again, I won't be able to bear to do it, much less to smash my fist into such a beautiful face.

Xia Xin didn't move, she only sneered at Fatty. Fatty's fist was just ten centimeters away from Xia Xin when it was suddenly withdrawn. He then turned around and ran towards the door.

It seemed like he was just putting on a show just now. Xia Xin lifted her leg and hooked it around his calf, causing Fatty to let out a cry of pain. Then, like a mountain of flesh, he smashed onto the ground, causing the ground to shake.

Fatty began to scold again, "I didn't bring anyone with me today. Just you three wait. When my brother comes, I'll beat you until your mother won't recognize you."

Mr. Zhao walked to Fatty's side, raised his foot, and was about to kick him. "Say something nice, if you want to say something nice, I won't beat you up."

The fat guy said, "F * * k your mom."

Mr. Zhao was about to stamp down. But his leg was held by one person.

The skinny old man who was originally sitting on the reclining chair had suddenly appeared beside us. He hugged Mr. Zhao's legs while kneeling on the ground. "Don't hit him, he's not sensible, don't lower yourself to the same level as him."

The old man said this almost in a sobbing tone.

It was the first time I saw Mr. Zhao panicking. He quickly helped the old man up and said awkwardly, "I was just messing around with him."

I hastily agreed, "That's right, it's just a joke." Then I helped the fat man up.

Xia Xin added, "Mm, just kidding."

However, the old man didn't believe our words at all and kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. "This child is insensible and has never learned properly since he was young. He has caused you all trouble."

Fatty stretched his neck and shouted, "What are you apologizing for? Since young, he had been apologizing when something happened to him. He had truly lost a great deal of face. [I want to be tough. If I'm tough, no one will dare to bully us.] The three of you, beat me to death if you have the ability. If you can't beat me, I'll beat you to death sooner or later. "

The old man turned around and took the rolling pin and knocked it on the fatty's head. This blow was exceptionally vicious, and a large lump suddenly appeared on the fatty's forehead.

The fatty's head was spinning from the old man's beating. He pointed at the old man and cursed, "Dammit, other than you beating me, who else would you dare to hit?"

This sentence made the old man completely collapse. His hand loosened and the rolling pin fell to the ground. The old man lowered his head and walked to the recliner, heavily smashing it. He did not say a word.

Fatty seemed to regret it a little. He stomped his feet and turned around to leave. When he reached the door, he tugged at his torn jacket. Then he simply took it off and threw it into the trash can.

I looked at Fatty's back and said to Mr. Zhao, "Did you see that?"

Mr. Zhao said, "I saw it."

I said, "You see what you see."

Mr. Zhao said, "I saw the tattoo."

I nodded.

Fatty also had a tattoo on his neck. The content of the markings was also on his neck. If I remember correctly, this neck seemed to belong to the Master Xue.

I didn't know if it was a coincidence or something, but I had a vague, bold guess. It's just that this conjecture is a bit too wild. I still need some evidence to prove it.

The old man sat on the reclining chair. It was clearly not hot, but he was always fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan. Xia Xin was a girl after all, so she was the first to notice that something was wrong with the old man.

I walked over and saw that the old man's face was flushed and his forehead was sweating.

I muttered, "This is bad."

Xia Xin asked me, "Do you know what's going on?" Mr. Zhao beside me also looked at me with concern.

I thought: They're so much better than me in terms of ghosts and gods, but these two don't know enough about people.

I said, "The old man was stimulated and might go crazy. There's still hope for rescue now. When we're done sweating, we'll probably have to deliver it to Fan Manor. "

Xia Xin asked nervously, "There's still hope? How can I save him? "

I scooped a scoop of cold water from the old man's water jar and poured it over his head. The old man let out a cry and started to shake violently. When he looked at his face again, the redness had faded and he now looked pale.

I waved my hands towards Xia Xin and Mr. Zhao, signalling for them to be quiet. I squatted in front of the old man. "Old man, are you unhappy? Speak of it, it's no shame. "

The old man looked at me blankly and didn't say anything. I was a little nervous. I knew that the old people were afraid of getting in and out. Many of them went insane and became senile.

Thankfully, the old man finally opened his mouth. "Tell me, am I particularly cowardly?"

I shook my head.

The old man said in the same wooden tone, "My son thinks I'm especially cowardly. Yeah, he always saw me apologizing when I was a kid. Sometimes, even if the other party didn't make sense, I would lower my head in apology. Sigh, there's nothing we can do. We have no power or influence, we're just a commoner with a flat head. If we set up stalls along the streets, wouldn't we have to smile? I remember one time he had a fight at school. In fact, the fault was not him, but the child who saw him as poor and bullied him. Of course, I know who's right and who's wrong, but my father is an official, and my son is a stinky stall. If I were to quarrel with him, even if I were to eat and play around, he wouldn't be able to learn anything. So I went without a word and slapped them both in the face. Let him apologize. He never called me Dad again. I've been terrified for a lifetime, and the feeling is not that good. "

I patted the old man on the shoulder. "You're not trying to be cowardly. You're just protecting the fatty."

The old man said absentmindedly, "But my son said, you have to be tough. He never liked me. "

I said, "That's because it's his turn to protect you."

I picked up the money from the floor and shoved it into the old man's hands. He was rich, so he didn't need to eat that much. I guess the reason Fatty didn't let you open this little restaurant is because he didn't want to make you suffer any more. "