Let's say that the black bandit was bored at home that day, so he went to Lu Town again.
On this day, Shaoqiu also went to Lu Town. After a period of growth, the watermelons on this mountain were quite fat. It was the season when watermelons were ripe. So Shaoqiu picked a load of watermelons from the mountains and brought them to Lu Town, preparing to sell them for some money.
Among the bustling people on the street, many girls looked back and smiled when they saw Shaoqiu, but Shaoqiu was too shy to look at others. At this time, he could only look down at his fingers, feeling very worried about the uncleanness of his fingernails. self-abasement. Shaoqiu laughed and left, leaving Shaoqiu to stay next to the watermelon burden. His whole body was shivering with cold, but he did not dare to pursue him. Maybe if he caught up with him, this girl would see it. Fuck him (just kidding).
Seeing the girl walking away, Shaoqiu sat down on the ground as if he was paralyzed. Although the ground was cold and damp, and there were still many unbearable things left on it, he was helpless. In such a useless state in life, there is still How do you feel about selling this watermelon? However, maybe he is not worthy of her, so he can only watch the girl go away, otherwise what else can he do?
After the girl left, beside Shaoqiu, she heard a familiar voice. This person was none other than a gangster. And he also arrived in Luzhen that day. If he had known this, Shaoqiu would not have planned to sell watermelons. The appearance of black bandits is always an ominous sign for Shaoqiu.
No, the black bandit came forward, handed Shaoqiu a cigarette, and lit it, insisting that he smoke. He knew that Shaoqiu had lung disease and could not smoke, but he didn't care so much. Shaoqiu had no choice but to smoke this cigarette, and the gangster stopped him and asked him to beat someone with him, otherwise, he said he would eat shit.
When Shaoqiu heard this, he wondered how a scholar could beat others, but a black bandit was also a man of his word. When the time came that he really reached the point of eating shit, it would be bad again.
"But what should I do with my watermelon?" Shaoqiu asked.
"It's okay, just leave it here. No one dares to take it from you, so don't worry." The black bandit said with a smile.
Shaoqiu originally wanted to live a peaceful life and never wanted or dared to conflict with anyone. However, this gangster insisted on following him to beat people. He had no choice but to do so. What would happen if he didn't go? However, Shaoqiu thought that even if he went to the place where he was going to hit someone, he would never take action. Otherwise, he would really be sorry for the sage books he had read over the years.
After following the black bandit for a short distance, they arrived at a remote place on the edge of Lu Town. The place was sparsely populated and no longer bustling. At the end of the street, there were several people standing with swords in their hands, as if they had been waiting for a long time. When the black bandits saw these people, they jumped on them and beat them without any regard for the crime. Of course, they were not afraid of these people's knives. It seemed as if the knife would not bleed on his body.
Of course, Shaoqiu didn't dare to fight. He didn't have much strength. If he had to fight, he would definitely fight. If it weren't for the black bandit's coercion, he would never be in this situation. After the black bandits started beating randomly, those few people wanted to pick up their knives and chop for a while. However, facing this bandit-like black bandits, they hesitated to use their knives. Firstly, they might be afraid that they would go to jail if they hacked people to death. If you stab a black bandit once, there is no guarantee that the black bandit will retaliate several times.
However, although those gangsters did not dare to do anything to the black bandit, looking at Shaoqiu, his face was pale and bloodless, and he just beat him, so what could he do. The gangster came forward and beat Shaoqiu randomly, but the black bandit just watched and did not come forward to help. It seemed that he could even hear him laughing continuously.
Shaoqiu was beaten, and he wanted to fight back, but when he saw so many desperadoes, how could he dare for a moment, so he silently let others punch and kick him. What could he do at this time? He could only hold his head and half squat on the street, and the tears kept flowing down, soaking a large area of the street.
When he stood up and looked around, he found that the black bandit was no longer there. He was clearly standing behind him just now, commanding him from afar, but now he seemed to have disappeared from the world. How could it really make sense? After the black bandits left, more gangsters rushed forward, looking at Shaoqiu, shouting and shouting. Some even picked up rocks on the ground and tried to kill Shaoqiu.
The only thing Shaoqiu could do at this time was to run away without his life, and there were more than ten people chasing him, almost a hundred, and the streets in Lu Zhen were not that wide, so he could Where are you going?
However, if he doesn't run away and is hacked to death, that's not what he wants. He had better run away without his life, but the person pursuing him behind him was determined to kill him, which made Shaoqiu really distressed.
After running for a while, he really ran out of energy and couldn't run anymore. The gangsters caught him, put the knife on his neck, and tried to chop him down. Shaoqiu cried loudly at this time, and as soon as he heard the cry, the gangster burst into laughter. Such a dignified man actually cried when facing the cold light of the knife. The gangsters kept playing with the knives in their hands, as if they didn't want to kill him, but they had conditions. The gangster asked Shaoqiu to find the gangster and tell him immediately, otherwise, he would definitely not spare him the next time he saw him.
And Shaoqiu immediately agreed. Seeing that Shaoqiu was obedient and that the gangsters had no intention of harming each other, they slapped him on the face, threw the sharp knife in his hand into the air, and left.
Shaoqiu returned to his watermelon stall, but at this time, there were not many watermelons left. No one knew how these watermelons disappeared. Shaoqiu packed up his basket and put the remaining rotten watermelon into the basket. Even if it was a rotten watermelon, it was one that he had worked hard to grow. How could he be willing to throw it away?
When they returned to the big ship, they saw the black bandit sitting in the cabin, talking loudly with the people around him, but he didn't seem to see Shaoqiu's arrival. When Shaoqiu saw the gangster and thought of what the gangster said, should he tell those bad guys now? After thinking about it, I decided to forget it. After all, he was a member of his own village, so he probably had no choice but to do so, otherwise he wouldn't have resorted to such despicable means.
The black bandit also came over at this time, invited Shaoqiu to an empty and deserted place, and asked Shaoqiu to keep it a secret and not to tell any gangsters about his hiding place, otherwise he would be killed. Shaoqiu really shouldn't go to Lu Town to sell this watermelon. At this time, both sides are not happy. If he is not careful, he will be killed. He is quite depressed for a while. What else is there for a person in this situation? How can you be happy?
