In a falling alley in the back street of the third block, there are not many pedestrians, far less lively as the main district.
The alley is inward, there is an older ranging shed with a semi -high place along the wall. Several holes on the shed first blocked a re -reshaping bag, and stacked the tile and pressed.
To cope with rain, the shed has a certain tilt.
Under this rams is the writing booth of the elderly.
He wrote the couplets, letters, signboards, or invitations. The facial body and thin gold of the Chinese Asian Asian are mainly essence. Naturally, they can be written, but it is not everyone in comparison.
The most powerful is even the English letters, and the old people have created their own styles and tricks.
As far as such a chaotic city is concerned, this is of course not a good business, but it is already the best business that the elderly can find.
From the house next to the house next to the house, they moved out of the cubic tables and stools, and then removed the paper pen and paper in the packet box and put them out ...
The business of this day began again.
This is the tenth year.
The old man leaned on the chair and waited for customers. The granddaughter squatted on the ground and practiced words on the sand.
On the first day of the year, there should be some business, but not. The back street that was not very lively, not even seeing many pedestrians today.
I want to come because of the influence of that war last night. After all, a super -big force suddenly died, and why the city must be turbulent for a while.
"Go, Xin'er."
The old man beckoned, waiting for the granddaughter to run over, let her pull the corner of the clothes, and walked back on the back of the box.
Beyond the streets, the fragrance of cooked meat came from the shop.
One day of zero income, according to the agreement of the grandchildren, there should be no snacks.
However, after all, it was the first day of the year. In addition, I also made some money from writing couplets. The old man hesitated for a while, and he paid for it. He bought three slices of beef with impatient shop owner.
The road home was a little far away, and the setting of the setting sun was full of roads. The granddaughter ate two of them, and stomped the third piece into the grandfather's mouth.
Then pout, secretly lick your fingers.
"Oh! Well!" Two times.
When the knife came from behind, the knife made a light sound.
Maybe when you buy meat, money is white? Of course, it may also be just a thief crossing the road. Seeing the old and grandchildren, the old, the young, touching the luck.
In short, it is determined to be a thief, because although the city is chaotic, where can the masters who have the ability see their money?
The sound that the two sources can start are not very good.
"Song!" The old man turned around at the same time to avoid the blade, passing the double blade to complete the closer, grabbed one of the thieves with his left hand, and turned around with him, so he grabbed another thief with his right hand. The back collar.
Then, with a meal under his feet, the old man staged his hands directly, rolled over the old courtyard wall full of Tengman, and fell into a abandoned yard next to him.
"Kaka", two sounds.
The sound of sternum break is solved.
"Well! This is poor, no wonder there is no brain." The old man's six generations of devices, breaking weapons, source of source and money, although they were disgusted, they still put it in the box carefully.
"My stall, it has been settled for ten years."
When you get up, the old man said, the old man who have seen any strength have you ever seen, and also bring a granddaughter for ten years in this city?
He came out of the yard with a box.
The granddaughter was standing on the roadside waiting, her eyes and expression were calm, not panicked at all.
This situation is not the first time. There are about three or five times a year. She doesn't know what happened in the yard, but every time, Grandpa always comes out calmly.
If you are used to it, you naturally feel at ease.
"Go, Xin'er." The old man said.
Then, "Oh", and said, "I never thought it was still a gang."
The sound of the back was chaotic, and more than ten people ran away. The old man turned to stand, looked at it, and reached out to touch the sword behind him.
Usually the people in the world have no sheaths, and they are only fixed as a nail on the warfare, or they are held directly in their hands.
The old man's knife has a sheath.
"Xin'er closed the eyes for a while."
"Um."
However, "Ode!" A burst of energy came from the side, and then a figure appeared...
In less than five seconds, the battle was over.
Wu Jie turned to look at the elderly and the little girl, and when he saw that it was okay, he didn't say anything.
"Thank you." The old man said.
"Thank you." Said the little girl.
Wu Jie nodded his head and squatted down to clean up the loot. After closing, I suddenly looked up.
"Well, do you know how my family go? My family ..." He said the address.
The old man was stunned, his eyes were suspicious.
"But, brother, aren't you going out in the morning? I remember I saw you in the morning." The little girl asked, and at the same time tilted her head, and looked at a large bag of fritters on Wu Tiao's hand in confusion.
"Ah, yes. I didn't open the door to the frotter shop today. I asked someone and went to other blocks to buy, and then ... I lost."
Wu Shi said.
little girl:"……"
At this time, the old man finally thought about the location of the address, his eyes were ridiculous, and said, "Excuse me, the surname?"
"Wu."
"Black disease gun, you are called Wu Jie, Lieutenant Wu Jie?" The old man asked.
In the eyes of the little girl excited ... Wu Jie nodded.
"... You go with us, just follow the road." The old man said.
The grandchildren brought Wu Jie back home.
"Goodbye Brother Word."
"……goodbye."
There was no one in the house. "It should be to find me." Wu Jie didn't dare to go out to find them, so he had to sit at the door and wait.
The back of the slightly stingy old man and the jumping little girl gradually disappeared on the road.
"His name is Wu Jieyu, Grandpa, is Lieutenant Wu Jie in your story, and a person who is with the young school." Turning at the intersection, the little girl let go of it, and jumped up and said.
"Um." The old man nodded with thoughts and whispered, "What's going on?"
The little girl stunned, "Grandpa, do you know him?"
"Don't know, but Grandpa just remembered, I seemed to have heard a ill gun." The old man said.
"Wow, when is it?" The little girl was excited because of her illness and lone guns of Grandpa and Lieutenant Wu Jie.
"Grandpa before you come here." The old man smiled bitterly: "Before here, we lived in the mountains, and there were some people who lived in other mountains ..."
The old man's surname is Yuan, Yuan Youyi. The strongest branch of the Hidden World family back then was not the Qu family, but the Yuan family, but according to rumors, they died out very early.
"Do you want grandpa to ask him?" the little girl asked.
The old man thought for a while, looked down at his granddaughter, and said, "Late."
"Why? Why is it later?"
"Because Grandpa heard that they would have to negotiate with the other three tomorrow. What if they lost?" The old man said with love and cunning.
