"Crack."
The moment he put down the curtain, a glistening drop of sweat hit the ground along my forehead.
At this time, Chen Changming pulled his neck and shouted: "The thing is lost!"
The monkey's voice also came over: "Damn! He must have run away! I looked at all the tables, chairs and benches, and there's no one there!"
"Damn it!" Chen Changming shouted angrily: "There is only one way into the village, take a shortcut and chase!"
There was a sound and noisy footsteps. After a few minutes, the room fell into silence again.
The pressure on my arms made me shake unconsciously.
I looked at Agui, but he shook his head and motioned for me not to move.
After holding on for a few more minutes, Agui's arms relaxed and he fell to the ground.
He looked out through the gap under the tablecloth and whispered, "Safe."
Chen Changming led his men and chased them out. We didn't dare to take the main road, so we could only jump from the rooftops.
At the entrance of the village, Uncle Ya emerged from the bushes.
The wind and rain are getting stronger and stronger, and the trees as thick as a bowl are being blown and creaking, and there are tree branches everywhere.
The rain poured into our ears, and Uncle Ya pulled his neck to raise his voice.
"I asked Lao Lin to go in to take shelter from the rain. Let's go in too and leave later!"
Just like that, we turned back and broke into an old house.
The yard was in dilapidated condition, and the doors and windows had long been loose and hung sideways in the air, swaying in the wind.
However, this was enough for a few of us drowned rats.
Old Lin picked up some wooden boards and lit a fire on the ground.
The dull wood crackled slightly in the fire, and I quickly took off my clothes.
The warmth of the fire came instantly, and I couldn't help but shiver.
I looked up and saw that Uncle Ya was still wearing a wet hanging and refused to take it off.
"Take it off quickly, don't catch a cold!"
Uncle Ya moved back and just stretched his hand on the fire: "It's okay, it will be fine in a while."
"By the way, have you got the things?"
I regained my composure and quickly patted my backpack: "Thanks to Uncle Agui."
Agui frowned and said in a cold tone: "You kid, you almost caused a big trouble!"
"Just now, you had murderous intentions, right?"
I was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a wry smile: "That's my sworn enemy!"
"The Tao has its own techniques, and the conduct has its own rules! I am a thief, not a bandit. I only seek wealth and do not hurt anyone!"
Uncle Ya cleared his throat: "Okay, he doesn't understand."
Agui didn't back down without me: "He did something like a thief today, so he must abide by the rules!"
"I'm here to help him, so that he doesn't fail to understand the rules and let others get into trouble!"
Uncle Ya stopped talking and just warmed his hands.
Agui's eyes softened slightly: "Let me tell you again, there are two lines in this line that cannot be touched."
"First, you can stop the thief from stealing. You can even take a piece of straw, but you can't steal other people's dishes and chopsticks."
"Second, you can't steal people out of their homes. In order for you to survive, they have to live too!"
Agui's few words made me stop defending myself.
It's not because I'm afraid of him, but because I admire him from the inside out.
I've heard people say before that when foreigners and trains come in, the spirit of the world disappears.
But the appearance of Lao Lin and Agui reminded me of another sentence.
Jianghu is not a gangster, but a man of great courage and courage, and a promise worth a thousand pieces of gold.
Lao Rong's profession has not disappeared to this day.
It's just that today's thieves are a little more greedy, a little less chivalrous, and a little less righteous.
That passionate but unrealistic idea came to my mind again.
I want to revive the world!
If everyone has morality in their hearts, the world will be peaceful!
Uncle Ya patted me and put his hand on my forehead.
"Why is this child's face so red? Doesn't he have a fever?"
I regained my composure, shook my head quickly, turned around and asked again.
"Uncle Agui, how do you know that the thing must be behind the landscape painting?"
Agui's face softened a little, and he sneered, "You look like a baby at first glance."
"Once a landscape painting is hung up, it will not be moved for ten or eight years."
"So after hanging it, the owner must check it many times for fear of hanging it crookedly."
I reacted immediately and asked, "So, you saw that the painting was crooked?"
"Um."
I couldn't help but applaud.
This can be regarded as learning another piece of knowledge.
