chatter1 "Momo——go downstairs to buy a bottle of soy sauce" The old lady in the kitchen was shouting again.
As long as she shouted, three cows could be killed.
That old lady was my grandmother.
After my parents divorced, no one wanted me, so she took me over.
I lay on the bed, turned over like a salted fish and shouted: "Go by yourself" "hurry up----" "Forget it."
"You don't put soy sauce in your braised pork——" "You don't know how to change the stew?"
"Are you going or not?"
"Eh?"
I rolled off the bed in shock.
When did grandma stand in front of my bed?
"I, I" I looked at my grandma with a shovel on her hips in fear.
Next, what I was most worried about finally happened.
Grandma picked up a greasy shovel and slapped my head again and again, until my head was as flat as a pancake.
She threatened fiercely: "Will you go or not?"
"Go or not" I quickly covered my head with my hands and crawled out the door.
The back of my hands was burned and turned red like a carrot: "I'm going, I'm going right away."
It’s really the most poisonous woman’s heart, a woman’s heart It’s really a heinous form of capitalist class oppression.
How many people have no food to eat and she still has to eat braised pork?
Why is this world so unfair?
Wearing flip-flops, I ran downstairs, feeling angry and resentful.
After thinking for a while, I dared to shout out the window: "Grandma--money--" The window was opened a crack, and a thin hand stretched out, holding a ten-dollar bill between her thumb and index finger.
She shook it to indicate that she was going to throw it away.
When she let go, the money floated down like a leaf.
It floated and floated so gracefully that I quickly jumped up to catch it.
Very good, just a little bit swish A white dove flew quickly over my head In the blink of an eye My ten dollars are gone
The pigeon that was flying away suddenly had a piece of paper in its mouth.
I was stunned for 0.12 seconds and then reacted quickly.
"My money money money money money" I howled and rushed forward, almost advancing at a speed of 100 meters in 12 seconds and 91 seconds.
Unfortunately, I was wearing flip-flops and a short skirt that floated up when I ran.
There is such a thing as a short skirt in this world and I still wore it.
What a cup, a cup If I can't catch the money, I have to face grandma's eighteen shots of subduing the dragon; if I run too fast and fall down, and still can't catch the money, I still have to face grandma's eighteen shots of subduing the dragon.
I was so worried about this and that that I couldn't help but feel evil.
I simply picked up a stone and threw it at the evil pigeon without even taking aim.
"Ping" the stone hit someone's window It's pretty accurate.
"Oh, that little beast is seeking death."
A woman with a hair curler on her head and a large pajamas came out fiercely with a cigarette in her mouth and a shoe in her hand.
Suddenly, wild sand rose everywhere, and there was a chilling atmosphere on the street.
Several wild cats hid in the trash cans, afraid to come out.
Bao, the charterer and I suddenly lost two and a half of my three souls.
I ran away as fast as I could, half of my slippers were gone.
The chartered woman was so powerful that no one dared to confront her head-on or even from the side.
I ran very fast, but I still heard the charter woman cursing fiercely behind me: "Don't let me catch him, or I'll peel off his skin and make it into jelly."
I couldn't help but shrink my neck.
The pigeon flew and flew around four streets, causing me to run two red lights and almost be hit by a QQ car.
The uncle driving the car almost got a thick phlegm on my face.
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The hatred I have, the hatred that gnashes my teeth.
You dead pigeon, don’t let me catch you.
I’ll tear your bones apart and make pigeon soup.
After chasing for six streets, the pigeon finally slowed down.
Hum hum, the dead pigeon can't fly anymore, fight me.
I quickened my pace and tried my best to catch up.
If I can't catch it today, I won't do anything anymore.
But the strange thing is that the speed of the pigeon gradually slowed down.
It flapped its wings slightly and stopped in front of a small supermarket.
It held in its mouth the ten-dollar bill I used to buy soy sauce and waved it.
Come to me.
I gasped and put my hands on my knees, it, this is a reformation I tilted my head and looked at it curiously.
The way it staggered and swayed was quite cute.
After a while, it walked up to me, raised its mouth, and made a "coo" sound.
I was flattered and pointed at the money in its mouth: "Give me this."
The answer I got was two "gugu" sounds.
I hesitated to reach for the money, what if it was playing tricks on me?
While I was thinking this, it flew up to my knees and stopped on the back of my hand.
I stretched out my hand and took out my ten dollars, and suddenly I had mixed feelings and tears filled my eyes.
This money was hard-earned.
After I was moved, I quickly put the ten dollars in my pocket.
I can hold it once or a second time.
I Don't take it lightly.
When I went to see the pigeon again, I found that it was gone, and there was a ring on my left index finger.
This is a silver-gray ring with intricate hollow patterns all over, and is set with smooth ice-blue gemstones that don't even reflect in the sunlight.
When did this thing get into my hands?
I raised my hand and looked again and again.
I am a child from a poor family.
I can chase a pigeon six streets for ten yuan.
I have never seen such a strange thing.
This looks like a very expensive thing.
Could it be that the pigeon gave it to me?
A pigeon that costs ten yuan to snatch is not so generous.
There are many words.
I bought soy sauce and walked back with my slippers on.
The more I thought about it, the weirder it got.
I always felt it was incredible.
Could it be an illusion?
The ring was still in my hand.
"Little girl, don't leave in a hurry, play with your brother."
A hand was placed on my shoulder from behind.
It was heavy and powerful.
A knife was placed on my neck.
It was very white and dazzling.
The voice was very obscene and obscene.
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I was sweating.
How come I walked into an alley without even realizing it?
Or an alley with not even a single person in sight?
A voice said in the bottom of my heart: "Definitely dead."
I was struggling between turning around or not.
I couldn't be stabbed to death from behind.
There were many words that I wanted to at least resist.
However, if I resist, will I die faster?
Why do I always encounter strange things today?
Do you think he will admiral me in the alley?
I will do this and then that and that.
Evil alley, how many beautiful girls have you harmed?
I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, I screamed in my heart, but I didn’t dare to act rashly, because if his hand shook, my life would be in danger.
While I was hesitating, suddenly the gem on the ring glowed with a streak of white light, and a cold, strong force blew rapidly from behind me.
The fallen leaves on the ground made a rustling sound, and my hair and skirt were blown away.
I stood up and floated to the side.
The bone-chilling cold air that was not like the human world made me shiver.
My mind went blank, I didn't know what was going on.
Before I could react, there was a muffled sound as something hit the wall, and warm liquid splashed on my face.
Just for a moment, everything stopped.
The skirt and hair fell down again, remaining vertical to the ground quietly, and the hands on the shoulders disappeared.
I blinked, what happened?
I reached out tremblingly and touched my face.
A slender and strong hand quickly grasped my hand from behind.
It was slightly cool and wrapped tightly around my hand.
His fingers are very white and beautiful, the long sleeves of his black robe cover the top of my head like a lingering dark cloud, and a lock of silver hair hangs on my shoulders. silver hair I hurriedly turned around, but his other hand covered my eyes.
He stood behind me like a solid wall, his strong arms encircling my body so that I couldn't move.
I could clearly hear my heartbeat, and it sounded like it was about to jump out of my mouth.
He lowered his head and leaned close to my ear.
The friction between his clothes and hair made a slight sound.
He said in a calm tone: "Keep moving forward and don't look back."
I was just stunned.
I am obedient and I move forward obediently. step.
Two steps.
Then I looked back.
There was nothing behind him, only a wisp of hot wind raising brown dust on the ground.
I reached out and touched my face.
It was wet, greasy, and a little fishy.
It's red, red blood I screamed and ran home.
I wanted to shout, but I couldn't make a sound and didn't know what to shout.
Are you going to cry murder?
There is no body, and no one has seen it.
No one will believe it.
They will only regard me as a madman.
And that person seems to be a bad guy, so it would be better if he died.
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But, is he really going to die like this?
Is it so easy for people to die?
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