The black bandit made up his mind that he would stay in Shaoqiu's house no matter what during this trip, hoping to infect him with his disease. At this time, he was lying on the scholar's bed, sleeping soundly, and there was no need to worry about his illness. Any unforeseen circumstances. Shaoqiu didn't dare to stay in his house anymore. He went out of the house and stood alone in the cold wind. Xiaohe kept singing songs again, but when he heard them, there was no poetry in the past. Everything was just Just a little desolate.
At this time, the people in the deserted village originally disliked the behavior of the gangsters. They were still walking around even though they were sick. This was detrimental to both themselves and others, and was even harmful to others. As a result, the people were agitated and even unprovoked. Fuckers. But when I saw the black bandits entering the scholar's house, there was nothing for a moment. The people disappeared quickly and were no longer visible. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the scholar was the only one left in the world.
Fortunately, Shaoqiu was quite smart and knew a little bit about things. He knew that close contact with this person would be detrimental to him, so he stayed outside the house to avoid the disaster that befell him. At this time, rain started falling from the sky. Looking around, there was nowhere to go. At this time, every household in the deserted village had closed their doors tightly, trying to get into other people's houses to hide from the rain. This was nothing more than a fool's dream.
He could only stay in front of his house and did not dare to enter the house. How to face the heavy rain really tested the wisdom of this scholar. There is no umbrella. Wang Xiaosan borrowed it a day ago and has not returned it yet. Moreover, if I encounter it in the future, I wonder if he will agree to return the umbrella?
I can only stand in the heavy rain, but I have just recovered from my illness. I really need to recuperate, eat some delicious food, get a good sleep, etc. But it was good at this time, because the black bandit appeared in his house, and the shoes on his feet were not taken off. They were covered with mud, and you could even see a lot of smelly dog feces on them. However, due to his tyranny, , there is no one in the deserted village. As a scholar, I can only sigh for a long time at this time, otherwise what else can I do?
It's not a big deal that he's dirty, but because he's sick, he's carrying countless viruses, and looking like this, he seems to want to die in his own room. The doctor originally wanted to come in and treat him, but after looking at Shaoqiu, for some unknown reason, he shook his head and ran away in despair, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
As a scholar, Shaoqiu usually talks a lot. Because of this, the people in the deserted village are quite hostile to him, because he is so enviable, "Why can't I speak these elegant words?" What?" People in the deserted village generally felt like this when facing this scholar.
As a scholar, of course I am not good at killing with a sword. Let alone killing an individual, even punching someone, calling them a motherfucker, or spitting on them is not enough! Otherwise, the black bandit would not sleep so securely on this scholar's bed, without having to worry about anything unexpected happening. No, he was snoring right now.
The heavy rain outside was coming so violently that it was in danger of engulfing the deserted village. Shaoqiu, who was drenched in the rain, was already in poor health but had recovered from lung disease. The doctor told him to take good care of himself and not catch a cold. . But this can only be done at this time, otherwise, if you are in the same room with this gangster, you will immediately be infected with that terrible infectious disease.
The cold rain fell on me. I looked at the grapefruit tree in front of my door. The area under the grapefruit tree was dry, and I wanted to hide. But at this moment, a man came from nowhere. The monk was not afraid of the rain, and he definitely looked like a good person. His eyes were shining fiercely, and he was carrying a dog on his shoulder, which he said he had just captured.
This person walked under the grapefruit tree to take shelter from the rain, but what he didn't expect was that a bird was perched on the grapefruit tree and dropped its feces directly on the monk, who was at this moment. He looked up at the grapefruit tree. Because he was thirsty, and there were quite a few grapefruits hanging on the grapefruit tree, he opened his mouth wide and looked at it, wanting to touch a handful of them and eat them. But what he didn't expect was that what was waiting for him was a piece of shit in his mouth. He was very angry for a moment, and he didn't rely on the grapefruit tree to protect himself from the rain, so he just pulled it up and dragged it away.
Shaoqiu looked at the monk and felt quite resentful towards him. Why did he want to uproot his grapefruit tree and drag it away? However, for the sake of his infinite manpower, he swallowed his words again. The so-called good man is one who does not suffer the immediate losses. Shao Qiuqian stood in the heavy rain, coughing from time to time. It was obvious that he was not doing well and had to go to the house to have a good rest. Otherwise, didn't the doctor say, it would be very detrimental to the complete recovery of the disease.
However, it was impossible to enter the house, because the black bandit was staying in his own house. At this time, he didn't know what the hell he ate at night, but he just let out a big and loud stinky fart. The smell alone was enough to make him sick. People are poisoned. At this time, he didn't even dare to enter the house. Being able to stand outside like this, for Shaoqiu, he had to deeply thank God.
At this time, people in the deserted village closed their doors tightly. In front of one of the houses, there was a child standing. However, that family didn’t know what was going on. They just wouldn’t open the door. Even if they stood there, The person in front of your house is your own son. People didn't know what rumors they had heard, saying that a terrible person might come to this deserted village. If they opened the door, if that person entered their house, then they would have known this, so why did they do it in the first place.
Shao Qiuzhi stood in front of his house. He didn't have many clothes on his body. His whole body was quite cold due to the lack of maintenance of his body, and he was trembling with the slightest disturbance. Although it is night at this time, all the lights in the deserted village have been extinguished, but the weather has become extremely cold. Although it is the hot month of June, snowflakes are gradually flying in the sky, and the strong wind is howling. It blew away all the flowers that were blooming on the tree, as well as some of the buds that had just grown.
Because it was June, Shaoqiu was wearing very little when he went out of the house. He was barefoot and his trousers were also summer attire. He had no idea that it would snow in June. But now I was standing in the snow, and not far away there was a strong wind. Wherever the wind passed, many stones were blown up, and they were smashing into other people's houses. It seemed that they were God is angry. How can a person be so unjust?
However, the stone scraped off Shaoqiu's head and flew away like a cannonball. Fortunately, it did not hit anyone. Otherwise, the trouble would have been huge. At this moment, I seemed to hear someone talking to me. The person's expression was a bit weird, gloomy, and very scary. But where was that person from, and why did he talk to me like this?
"Go inside, it's such a cold day and it's snowing. Are you crazy when you're standing outside here?" A woman scolded Shaoqiu when she saw him like this.
When the rain and snow stopped, the monk just carried the grapefruit tree back and planted it in the place where it had been pulled out. The tree came back to life as soon as it was planted. When you listen carefully, you seem to hear the laughter of the grapefruit tree.
The monk planted the grapefruit tree and left, while the woman rolled her eyes at Shaoqiu, spit on the ground, and left. Because in the woman's opinion, Shaoqiu's weird behavior was beyond her imagination. If she didn't stay in her own house on such a cold day, where would she want to go at this time?
After the woman spat, she left quickly. She was very proud of her trip. Otherwise, if she stayed in the house, how could she clear her innocence if Shaoqiu entered her house? Well, by then it might be possible that even if you jump into the Yellow River, you won’t be able to wash yourself away. While thinking this, Shang glanced back at Shaoqiu, fearing that this person would catch up and grab his clothes or hands or something. Once he did this, he would have no choice but to accept his fate, because the fortune teller I have already said that I deserve to be unlucky today, otherwise something will happen to my son!
This is a good mother. She would rather be unlucky than see her son in trouble. At this time, she even hopes that Shaoqiu can come close to her, talk to her, or even forcefully molest her on the road. You are also good. But Shaoqiu didn't do anything, so this woman probably had to find someone else to do bad things.
Shaoqiu could no longer hear the black bandit snoring. This man must not die in his own house. Otherwise, he would give people an excuse and they would probably beat him to death when the crowd gathered. And beating a sinner to death is not wrong in this deserted village, it can even be said to be a kind act.
There was no other way, so Shaoqiu had no choice but to go into his house and check the black bandit's breath. There was no breath at all. The black bandit really died in his house. Shaoqiu then walked out and wanted to find a few people for help. He also asked people to prove his innocence. He did not do anything to the gangster. His death was most likely due to drinking too much or The reason why I got this disease and didn't get timely treatment had nothing to do with me.
But looking at this deserted village at this time, it was completely desolate. Not to mention the people, there was not a single cow. It seems that everything can only be relied on by oneself, and the fear of the virus, in the face of life and death, has to be put aside for the time being, and stop worrying so much.
At this time, we can only break the rules and say that we should not come into contact with infectious people. If we don't get this gangster out of his house at this time, what will people say about him then? It doesn't matter so much.
After dragging the black bandit out, I discovered that this man was not dead. He was pretending to be dead just to let Shaoqiu come into contact with him and infect him with his disease. Even if he died, he would be considered as getting rid of his henchmen. Otherwise, if this person is left in the world, where should I put Hua Gu? Can I rest assured? The black bandit's goal was achieved, so he reluctantly got up from the ground, yawned, stretched again, and walked away.
