From then on, Shaoqiu was always on tenterhooks when he came to Luzhen, fearing that if he met the gangster from the past, he would be stabbed without saying a word. What should he do? However, although Lu Zhen is also scary, he does not often encounter gangsters. What is really worrying is the gangsters. He would hang out in front of his house every day, and when he heard someone he was talking to, he would slap him and listen, and his eyes would spurt out blood, and he might kill him at some point.
In order to avoid suspicion, Shaoqiu usually did not speak when facing the gangster. He was afraid that the gangster would act rogue and think that his words were just stirring up trouble. As long as he told any stranger where the gangster was hiding, the gangster would The bandit is afraid. Not only that, one dull afternoon, when Shaoqiu was sitting alone under the grapefruit tree to enjoy the cool air, he heard the black bandit threatening to cut out his own tongue. Of course, other people did not know the significance of the black bandit cutting Shaoqiu's tongue. , but Shaoqiu knew very well that he was not only afraid that if he revealed what happened to him in Lu Town, he would make a fool of himself, and secondly, the gangsters who were chasing him might know that he had settled in a hole.
Shaoqiu was really scared at this time. Once he lost his tongue, how would he study?
If she stopped studying, Xiaohua might really look down on herself anymore. For this reason, she had to think of a way to save her tongue, but even if she thought about it all her head, she couldn't think of a reason.
At this moment, Hao Hua and others came forward again, and people from other deserted villages also came to the door of Shaoqiu's house one by one, talking miscellaneously about right and wrong. And talking about it lasted a whole day, from sunrise to sundown, which seemed not enough. Some people even lit a torch in front of Shaoqiu's house at night and kept talking about the old age. past.
And Shaoqiu couldn't stay in the house all day. He often joined the crowd. Even if he didn't speak, he gave people the impression that he was talking eloquently. The news spread soon. When it reached the ears of the black bandit, it was okay, but it was against the sky. At that time, the black bandit rushed over with a knife. This Shaoqiu must have been talking about Lu Zhen and spreading his hiding place. , let the gangster know, will he still have a way to survive?
After talking for a while, Haohua saw many people, and there was enough noise in front of Shaoqiu's house, so she left quietly.
The other gossips stayed in front of the dilapidated house, and some even scolded each other, which made the deserted village really noisy. At this time, Shaoqiu didn't talk about staying in this house to study, even if it was I'm afraid he can't even read books.
The black bandit came over quietly at this time, looked at the situation, and found that Shaoqiu did not participate in the conversation. He knew that he did not dare to tell his story, so he laughed for a while and walked over again. When these tellers saw the black bandit coming, they all gave way to him, and some even bowed to him to show respect.
Hearing the gangster approaching, Shaoqiu also walked out of the house in order to clear his suspicions. However, he had already covered his mouth with a piece of tape to show to the gangster that he would not talk nonsense. . Seeing Shaoqiu like this, the black bandit couldn't say anything for a while. He laughed up to the sky, sang another not-so-pleasant song, and then walked away along the dirt road in the deserted village.
At this time, those people who were lying on the dilapidated firewood all asked Shaoqiu to tear off the tape on his mouth, saying that it was very unsightly. Haohua came back at some point. When she saw Shaoqiu's face, she insisted on Shaoqiu taking off the tape on the grounds of being scary. Otherwise, she would have nightmares at night.
Shaoqiu was very angry at this time. He knew that this person had evil intentions and wanted to bring disaster to him, but he had to do as he was told. And Uncle Liu came closer to Shaoqiu without even saying hello. He grabbed the tape with one hand and pulled off Shaoqiu's tape effortlessly.
When I grabbed it and took a look, I realized that this was not an ordinary tape, but a rheumatism patch. Looking at Shaoqiu's mouth, there was a rotten patch on the place where it was applied. Now that the rheumatism patch was no longer protected, it became even worse. It's quite painful. But Uncle Liu didn't care about it anymore. He put this rheumatism patch on his mouth and fled the crowd. Amid the laughter of the people, he didn't know where he went.
At this time, Haohua saw the rot on Shaoqiu's mouth and knew what was going on. She couldn't help but laugh. At this time, she leaned on the rotten firewood again and stared at Shaoqiu intently. Shaoqiu didn't dare to stay in front of his house for a while. Seeing that it was getting late and the strong wind was blowing, he felt a little cold and got into the house. It seemed that he never dared to go out of the house again.
Not long after, I heard someone banging on the door of the house frantically. I pricked up my ears and wondered, who could it be if it wasn't Uncle Liu? I don't know whose advice he listened to, but Uncle Liu sent the rheumatism patch to the door of Shaoqiu's house again, and wanted to hand it over to Shaoqiu's hands.
"Forget it, don't give it back to me, just throw it away." Shaoqiu said.
"How can this be done? This is more or less a commodity, and I haven't seen any damage. How can I throw it away?" Uncle Liu insisted on not throwing it away, and insisted on sending it to Shaoqiu kindly.
Shaoqiu couldn't resist, and opened the door of the house at this time. He saw that Uncle Liu was still staying in front of the house, and the strong wind was already roaring. He couldn't let the old man stay any longer for a while, otherwise he would catch a cold. It's no joke.
As soon as Uncle Liu saw Shaoqiu, he happily returned the rheumatism patch to his hand and insisted that Shaoqiu wear it on his mouth.
"It won't work. There's already phlegm on it. It can't be worn anymore." Shaoqiu said.
The kind-hearted Uncle Liu found a handful of broken withered grass on the ground. After wiping off the phlegm, he insisted on wearing it on Shaoqiu's mouth.
"The weather is getting cold. It's good to wear this to keep you warm." Uncle Liu said.
"This..." Shaoqiu was speechless for a moment.
However, since it's someone's good intention, you shouldn't be afraid of getting it dirty at this time, so just wear it.
After Shaoqiu put it on, Uncle Liu was still worried that it was not worn properly and that the wind would get in and the cold would be bad, which would not be good. He kept pressing the rheumatism patch on Shaoqiu's mouth with his hands. After pressing it for a long time, he even pushed Shaoqiu down to the ground. Then Uncle Liu clapped his hands, smiled, and left Shaoqiu's house. In front of the door.
As soon as Uncle Liu left, Shaoqiu quickly tore off the rheumatism patch, threw it into a gutter, and went back to the river to wash his face.
At this time, the deserted village was already in darkness, strong winds were howling, and rocks kept flying down from the chaotic mountains. However, the people in the deserted village were already staying in their houses and sleeping peacefully.
Only Shaoqiu still stayed under a dilapidated oil lamp, reading a book.
