I've been very angry recently, and I thought I could have a good sleep, but now I'm in trouble.
The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I even had the urge to bite someone.
It is instinct to get angry, and it is skill to suppress the fire.
Anger will only make people blind, I need to calm down.
From a certain perspective, this situation is the best for me.
I had all kinds of considerations before, and it was inevitable that I would be timid when doing things.
Now I'm fine, I'm alone, and I can completely let go.
It’s not me who’s at fault when things get to this point, it’s time to pay the bill!
However, before that, I decided to have a game of breaking the jar.
Anyway, I already have this kind of virtue, and I don’t care if I get blamed again!
I found some clothes, tore them into strips of cloth, lit a fire, and burned the sticks black.
I took a deep breath and wrote a few words on the strip of cloth: Chen Daya, I have no sworn relationship with you, an old man!
In the place where I signed the signature, I deliberately wrote the word Chen Qi very big.
Huang Bengui's nephew will definitely go to the teahouse to make trouble if he can't find me.
The best way to protect Uncle Ya is to make him and I irreconcilable.
I want to tell the world that from now on, he and I will be enemies of life and death.
Only in this way can Uncle Ya be completely freed.
I drove the car in front of the teahouse. The silence of yesterday had disappeared, and the hustle and bustle of the past gradually returned.
The road in front of the teahouse is not a main street, and few cars drive in.
And Liang Hai's Mercedes-Benz is big and long, which looks particularly eye-catching in this narrow street.
I deliberately sat in the car for a while, openly attracting attention.
Seeing that it was almost time, I got out of the car without any haste, and deliberately went to the trunk to take out the written words.
I hung the banner on the car like this, and those people who were attracted by the car gradually turned their attention to the banner.
Like a hero, I enjoyed the strange looks from people around me.
I wonder what Uncle Ya will think when he sees these words.
Um……
I hope he believes that giving up on me completely and not looking for me is the greatest protection for each other.
More and more people were gathering around me, and I knew it was time for me to leave.
Liang Hai's car was also thrown away by me. Anyway, I didn't have money for gas, so this thing was also a burden to me.
After exiting the crossing, there were several stalls selling clay figures and masks on the roadside.
I looked around, picked up a Sun Wukong mask, and suddenly felt emotional in my heart.
I think that Sun Houhou, who was defeated by hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals, went through many hardships along the way and finally became a victorious Buddha.
If your original intention remains unchanged, the Great Sage will live forever, that’s it!
I waved the mask at the boss: "How much does it cost?"
"30."
"Damn it." I looked at the boss in surprise: "Why don't you go and grab it?"
The boss rolled his eyes fiercely: "If you don't buy it, put it down!"
"Forget it."
I muttered and reluctantly took out the money: "Feelings are priceless."
Holding the mask, I silently cursed: Without money, I can’t even protect my original intention.
I put the mask on my face, which attracted many people's attention.
It doesn’t matter, what I need is safety, so what if I’m treated like a monkey?
Along the way, I quickened my pace and went straight to Liu Haigang's butcher shop.
Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner.
Firstly, the memorial tablet for the first grade of junior high school has not been given to me. Secondly, since they treated me like a monkey, this debt should be settled.
Liu Haigang's butcher shop is still bustling, and the ruined front has been renovated.
As soon as I walked in, his eyes fell on me and his hand cutting the meat stopped.
No wonder, when a Monkey King pops up in broad daylight, everyone thinks he is mentally ill.
"Buying meat?"
Liu Haigang asked me suspiciously.
I pulled my jaw in hard, with some saliva in my throat: "I want to make a bet with you."
Speaking this way can make your voice sound old and hoarse.
The voice-changing technique mentioned before uses this principle.
