The watermelon is already ripe.
But Shaoqiu looked at the watermelons all over the ground and was frightened for a moment. It would be a pity not to sell them. But if he sold them to Lu Zhen, he would risk his life if he met those gangsters. If it falls off, that would be too uneconomical. However, since the watermelon has been planted, it is absolutely impossible not to sell it. Even if it is dead, there is no need to worry about it.
When we arrived at Lu Town, pedestrians were walking in a hurry on the street, with smiles on their faces, hoping to gain something in Lu Town. And below Luyang Town, the water surface of the small river is melting, and boats of all sizes come and go. The ripples on the water surface are constantly ripples, passing away like broken silver. The water waves lap at the river bank, making a soft sound, like a person talking in his sleep in the middle of the night, or like a small flower swaying gently in the wind.
At this time, peach blossoms bloom on both sides of the strait, the pear blossoms are as white as snow, and the fragrance of the flowers overflows, making anyone who smells it feel relaxed and happy. Shaoqiu also picked up a load of watermelons and placed them in the corner of the street. Facing the rolling dust, he felt at a loss for a while.
Whether watermelons are easy to sell or not is another matter. What is particularly worrying is the appearance of gangsters. If they come to find them, beating them is nothing. They are just afraid of murder, and Shaoqiu Although life is not happy, I never want to die. Time, in this period of Shaoqiu, should be the golden years. Although there are some small twists and turns, it should also be like waves in the long river, and must not be regarded as insurmountable obstacles. On the contrary, the waves beaten by the torrent of life reflect the first-born morning glow, which is naturally beautiful.
"Come on, come on, who is afraid of whom?" Shaoqiu looked at the sky and thought in his heart.
Finally, a long knife was placed on Shaoqiu's neck, and there was blood on the blade. The blood fell drop by drop, seeping into the soil and soaking a large area of land.
"What is this?" Shaoqiu asked as he looked at the knife on his neck.
"Tell me, where is that bastard?" the knife wielder asked. Obviously, this person is the gangster. Who is the person we are looking for now, if not a gangster?
However, since Shaoqiu dared to come, even though he was very weak, he had a reason to dare to come. He was not afraid of the long sword with drops of blood.
"He's not here. I haven't seen him for a long time, so I have no comment." Shaoqiu replied.
The gangster was about to cut him with the long knife, but when he saw that Shaoqiu looked calm and calm, he did not dare to make a move, fearing that there would be something he couldn't calculate, which would lead to an accident and plunge him into an abyss of eternal destruction. But it's also extremely unsmart. The gangster put away his long knife, kicked Shaoqiu, took a big watermelon, punched it open, took a bite, and said, "If you see that bastard, remember to tell me!"
Shaoqiu kept nodding his head. He was lucky. He only lost one watermelon, and his life and fortune were not in danger. He could stay here and sell watermelons blatantly. Although life was a little harsh to him, it was not over. own way of survival. He was busy at this moment, and when passersby saw such a big and round watermelon, they all stopped to look at it, and some even gave thumbs up and praised it.
This small load of watermelons was sold out in less than half a day. At this time, the sun was setting, the clouds reflected the sky red, and the fire clouds were even more beautiful. It was no longer convenient for Shaoqiu to stay in the street at this time. He picked up the basket and took one last look at the bustling street. He returned to the dock and counted the money with his head down.
Just as Shaoqiu was about to take the boat back, on the pier, he saw the gangster coming with a knife and shouting at Shaoqiu continuously, which made everyone on the boat stay silent. Not to mention stepping forward to help, they didn't dare to look at it at this time. It seems that he did not tell the gangster where the gangsters were, and the gangster would not stop until he stabbed him. And I was so thin and sick, how could I withstand the power of this sword? Instead of cutting Shaoqiu with a knife, the gangster was obviously afraid that others would gossip about him. Then they would praise Shaoqiu for his intelligence. Wouldn't that make him look idiotic?
If this is passed down to future generations, how can our descendants live with dignity in this world when faced with slander from everyone? But if I really cut down this sick seedling, how could I bear it?
The gangster slashed down with his sword at this time. Although this sword technique was not so pure, it was still quite powerful. The sound of the wind breaking through the air was sharp and powerful. With this sword blow, Shaoqiu was about to die. Shaoqiu, however, did not panic when faced with the force of the wind-like sword. He tilted his head slightly to let go of the sword. The long sword missed the target and chopped into the basket. The basket instantly shattered. Due to the excessive force, this knife caused the basket to burst into flames. Smoke billowed out and the people on the dock changed their colors for a while.
Shaoqiu did not dare to stay at the pier for too long. His physical strength was exhausted and he could not stand up to the gangster. At this time, the big ship had already sailed, so he jumped on the big ship and stretched it open with a pole. Even if the gangster could fly, he could not Get on this big ship. The ship owner pretended not to be helpful, but it was purely because he had to sail the ship when it was time to sail. For a moment, the gangster believed it was true, and he would never blame the ship owner.
Although the gangster couldn't get on the big boat, the bloody knife was not idle. No, it turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards Shaoqiu. Shaoqiu's quick eyes and quick hands dodged the knife at this time, and the knife fell into the river. The gangsters followed the big ship and tried every means to get on board, but they were far away from the big ship, so how could they get on board?
Shaoqiu hid in the cabin at this time and expressed his gratitude to the villagers one after another, but everyone did not appreciate it and did not take it seriously. The card players continued to play cards, while those who talked and flirted with women did not Take some time off. The cabin was very busy at that moment, and the laughter was constant, and there was no fear or worry at all.
At this moment, heavy rain was pouring outside the cabin, and countless water splashes were splashing on the wide river. Pieces of peach blossoms fell into the river, pear blossoms splashed with raindrops, and there was a girl on the river bank holding an umbrella, standing under the peach blossoms and smiling at Shaoqiu.
Shaoqiu escaped the catastrophe of life and death. Faced with all this, he felt quite comfortable. At this time, he thought of Xiaohua again, but when he thought of the legend of the prince, he felt a faint sadness in his heart.
The rain is still falling. On both sides of the river, the fireworks in people's homes have become silent amidst the sound of rain. But I wonder if the people in the fireworks will also smile when they listen to the sound of rain in the sky? At least Shaoqiu stayed on the big ship, facing the sound of heavy rain falling, and looked up at the gray sky. Although the smile on his face was faint, it was quite visible.
After returning home, Shaoqiu could only stay at home at night. At this time, the deserted village was peaceful even though the sounds of quarrels could be heard.
At this time, even though it was night, the beautiful flowers did not forget to stand under the grapefruit tree, holding an umbrella and talking romantic words. Of course, their intention was quite obvious. They wanted to distract Shaoqiu in this way. If he could not read, Shaoqiu would have no choice but to be slaughtered in this deserted village. Otherwise, if you still want to hit this person with a book in your belly, I'm afraid it won't be so easy.
However, Haohua is also for her daughter. She seems to have heard someone say somewhere that the purpose of Shaoqiu studying is to attract her daughter's attention, to seduce her, and then drag her to her dilapidated, dirty and dirty bed. Do that shameful thing. No, as soon as I heard Shaoqiu reading, good flowers appeared under a grapefruit tree by his window. Even though it was raining, I held an umbrella and listened.
