Let's say that the black bandit waited for a long time by the river, but when Hua Gu didn't appear, he felt very angry, so he cursed to the sky. What is life without Hua Gu? However, if Hua Gu doesn't come, what can he do to her? But has he waited in the middle of the night in vain?
The black bandit thought this as he left the river. At this time, the old man singing on the ferry boat in the river was no longer there. Even the clouds in the sky seemed to be afraid. They did not dare to stay alone by the river and hid somewhere safe.
The black bandit didn't want to stay by the river anymore, and he heard that at night, you would see things you shouldn't see by the river, such as dead people, and the dead people would even talk to themselves. Thinking of this, the black bandits are simply creepy. They can't talk to the dead even if they are beaten to death. They really don't want to stay here. Even if Hua Gu comes at this time, she will never stay in this damn place any longer. One minute.
Although Hua Gu had promised the black bandit, after dark, she wanted to walk to the river with him to enjoy the joy and beauty of life. However, after thinking about my husband for a while, I felt that the gangster was no longer a human being. Even if he was killed, he would not be able to do such bad things with this beast.
She was staying in her house at this time, washing clothes and looking outside the door. There was nothing outside the door, just an old man, walking quietly on the dilapidated dirt road in the deserted village. When the old man saw Hua Gu looking at him, a smile appeared on his face for a moment. Although it was not good-looking and even ugly, there was still some warmth in it.
After just such a quiet glance, Hua Gu didn't dare to look, because the old man was actually standing in front of Hua Gu's house at this time, motionless for a moment. His intention was probably to walk to her house. You'd better not look at it, otherwise, what will you do if this old immortal comes to your house?
The old man, that is, Uncle Feng, was looking at the flower girl's house and her beautiful face, and saliva was actually dripping from the corner of her mouth. As soon as she saw this drooling face, Hua Gu glared at her with disgust, but of course Uncle Feng didn't take it to heart.
Uncle Feng stood quietly at the door of this flower girl. Of course, when his husband was alive, Uncle Feng would never dare to do this. Hua Gu still remembers that one time Uncle Feng squatted in her patio to defecate. After her husband tried to persuade her many times to no avail, she finally got into a fight. The fight with Uncle Feng was so shocking that the gods and ghosts wept. For many years after that, Uncle Feng and the flower girl did not speak to each other. In the eyes of Uncle Feng, it seemed that the flower girl had become a bad person who beat people. How could he talk to her when they met?
However, at this time, when Uncle Feng saw that his husband had passed away, he came to the dilapidated door. He was not used to talking for a while, and he just stared at Hua Gu's fat butt. At this time, Hua Gu had no other choice but to sit down, not daring to stand up. Otherwise, she would let Uncle Feng see her butt in vain. How could she feel better?
People in deserted villages probably turn a blind eye to such things. Who will care about such nonsense? Uncle Feng had no one to talk to at this time anyway, so why not just come to the door and see how nice this flower girl is. Besides, I heard from others that this flower girl is very nice to people and will never hit them.
Seeing that Hua Gu ignored him, Uncle Feng was even more reluctant to leave. He simply lay down at the door. Anyway, the weather was not very cold. Even if it was dirty, for Hua Gu, he couldn't care so much. Hua Gu was quite helpless for a moment when Uncle Feng was lying at her door. It seemed that the world was full of wonders.
Hua Gu was busy in her room, chopping vegetables and putting firewood into the stove. In her busy schedule, she had no time to take care of Uncle Feng. Needless to say, lying at the door of his house, even if he fell down and suffered a bloody head, it had nothing to do with him.
However, for some unknown reason, Uncle Feng was lying in front of Hua Gu's house. Although he was a little cold and even trembling all over, he felt extremely warm in his heart. At this time, Hua Gu would come out from time to time and see Uncle Feng, although she had no friendship with her yet, lying so shamelessly at the door of her house. The expression on her face could be said to be quite angry. How could there be such a shameless person in the world? of people.
After a long time, Hua Gu ignored Uncle Feng and was too lazy to talk to him. Who was he? Really. However, when she heard Uncle Feng kept shouting, Huagu was a little scared at this time. If this person had a problem here, it would be somewhat bad for her.
In order to calm the matter, Huagu walked to the door and gave Uncle Feng an orange, but Uncle Feng said he didn't want it.
"Then what are you doing?" Hua Gu asked sharply.
"I want to sleep with you." Uncle Feng said.
Hua Gu was already extremely angry at this time. This person was really pushing his limits. His face was even thicker than the door panel, but he pretended not to hear her for a moment. However, after entering the house and sitting silently in front of the stove to light the fire, he smiled again, secretly.
At this time, Uncle Feng, perhaps without Hua Gu's consent, kept shouting. It seemed that if Hua Gu did not agree, Uncle Feng might die here.
Hua Gu sat silently in front of the stove, not daring to go out. The only solution was to close the dilapidated door. However, when he heard the door slamming shut, Uncle Feng started crying loudly. If one's own requirements are not met, life has been reduced to the lowest level of poverty. What's the point of living like this?
"I'm done. If you don't agree, I'm going to hit the wall. I won't live!" Uncle Feng was crying at the door.
When Hua Gu heard this voice, she couldn't bear it for a moment, fearing that if Uncle Feng committed suicide and let people in the deserted village see it, it would be quite unsightly. Moreover, if Uncle Feng really died here, it would be such an unlucky thing.
However, it might be a little difficult to really agree to this old man. I didn't want to come out to see anyone for a while, but in the end I couldn't stand Uncle Feng's crying, so I opened the door and stood in front of Uncle Feng.
"Are you willing?" Uncle Feng burst into laughter at this moment, and even wanted to hug the flower girl's thigh, but after the flower girl yelled, Uncle Feng retracted his hand.
"Get out!" Huagu roared angrily. Although the voice was not too loud, it was extremely harsh.
At this time, Uncle Feng had no choice but to get up, slowly moved away, and disappeared for a while, and he didn't even know where he went.
