"Ah" Qu Yong didn’t expect the other party to care that it was his rope. This person was going to commit suicide by hanging himself, but others touched his things as if it were killing him. It is rare in the world to be so stingy. He quickly let go of the embarrassment. "Old man, since you still cherish a rope so much and don’t cherish your own life?"
The old man was not so angry when he saw QuYong let go. He sneered, "Little guy, do you know what my old man doesn’t want to live?"
Qu Yongdao "I don’t know"
"Just this evening, I wanted to eat roast duck, so I went to Mrs. Wang’s roast duck restaurant. I sucked up the aroma at the door and impressed the roast duck deeply into my brain. It was really a pleasure." The old man said in the first half of his heart that the second half suddenly became sad and said, "But my old man had something to catch up with in the city, but he fell down halfway and forgot the aroma in his brain when he got up. What did you say I was still alive?"
"ah"
"The aroma of this roast duck is enough for me to eat for three days, but this fall has made my old man forget that I am not alive. What’s the point of being alive?"
He said that he was in tears and didn’t cry.
"Crazy" Qu Yong has never seen a more stingy person than this. I’m afraid that Putian will never be more stingy for five thousand years. There is such a freak in the world.
"Well, then damn it, hang up."
QuYong suddenly stand by and don’t discourage.
When the old man saw QuYong leaving, he wondered, "Why are you looking at me like this?"
QuYong incredibly still can smile way; "I’m waiting for you to die"
"When I die," the old man scratched his head. "You have to wait for me to die."
Qu Yong said, "I’ll strip you of your clothes and take your money when you die."
Before his words were finished, the old man was pale and scary, and suddenly he didn’t want to die at all. He took the rope and put it away and swore, "You are shameless and want my old man’s house to die. See how you can take my things."
The old man walked away even when he was talking. He walked very fast.
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Chapter two hundred and three Repeated weirdos
"Hey, why are you leaving again?"
Qu Yong watched him go back and swing in his heart. At this time, even weirdos wanted to chat with them. Unfortunately, these people came and went in a hurry.
"Strange that these people are strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange, strange."
Just as he was talking to himself, just after he finished this sentence, another person came over. This person’s fat intestines and belly were dragged to the ground, and his shiny ears hung down to his shoulders. A pair of fat thick lips were moving rapidly as if chewing something, and his left hand was holding a duck leg and his right hand was bitten by a baked cake. He was also carrying a wild boar’s leg and waist wrapped in a blue seven-step snake, but it was also baked.
As soon as the fat man came, he smelled of food, but he came before it smelled, which was just like the beauty of ancient times.
"Jun asked if the date of return was not fixed. Braised chicken with braised eggplant and oil in autumn was high and mulberry was picked in the east fence. I still remember the pot of boiled fish, a pear tree and dried begonia and green pepper."
"This man is also a freak, and he is covered in eating, talking, poetry and food. Who is this?"
"It’s a waste of time for you to lie here and never eat."
QuYong didn’t get up lazy way "how to waste things"
The fat man mumbled vaguely while eating, "There is one mouth and one stomach in life. I can’t finish this person’s food with both hands, and you have a lot of food with one mouth and one stomach. Isn’t that a waste of time?"
"You have a point," said QuYong, touching his nose. "It was once a disaster. Fish-flavored shredded pork with chicken legs. Now that you mention it, I want to eat chicken legs."
"This is a duck leg." The fat man didn’t want to throw his hand with a half of the duck leg. "You deserve to eat my duck with this sentence."
QuYong didn’t want to think about it, but he chewed the duck leg clean and all the bones were broken. After eating, he threw it on the grass and wiped his greasy hands, saying "delicious"
"You’re a little funny," said Qu Yong, eyeing the fat man gnawing at the baked wheat cake. "Listen to your accent. It should be from the south of China and Cantonese. It should be from the middle. The tone is blunt, not from Suzhou. It seems to be from Zhejiang. The N and L sounds in Zhejiang are indistinguishable. It should be from Quzhou. There are people in Quzhou who have this boldness and magnanimity. I am right."
The more QuYong listened, the more frightened he became. The more he guessed, the more incredible he became. In the end, he could guess that his hometown had such a delicate figure with such a short period of time. It happened that this person had a deadly appearance, which really made people understand the so-called "all that glitters is not gold."
"Who are you?"
QuYong got up and said to him
Fat licked his fingers and said, "I’m a big mouth. I’ve eaten all the time and I’ve walked through Quzhou. It’s not bad to have three fish heads, rabbit heads and duck heads."
"It’s true," Qu Yong did not deny. "You know a lot and you are right. It seems that you are also from China."
Fat smile happily said, "I am Han Chinese."
Qu Yong said, "Aren’t Han people from China?"
"Stupid!" Fat mercilessly bite a sesame seed cake, saying, "It’s really stupid not to teach children."
"goodbye"
"time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted steamed crabs don’t put salt! Goodbye means never to see you again. "
This fat guy is gone, too. All three of them are gone.
"Who are these three people? What do you mean by Han Chinese?" Qu Yong suddenly found a problem. "Although the three of them are grotesque, they are all wearing Hankou and speaking Chinese. Are they a group and where are they going?"
Qu Yong’s curiosity is not very strong, especially when he is experiencing great changes now, but these three people are so strange, from their appearance to their behavior.
"If I go with them, can I see what they are doing? But in case they have something, wouldn’t I?"
"Whether to go or not? Forget it or not. You have to mess with others."
So he lay down again, and the stars were so good that he felt better after eating duck legs.
After Takuya, I don’t remember. This night must have reached its deepest point.
Time refers to the time when a fire can occur in the Dan technique, which is also called winter and the darkest time of the day.
In this extreme darkness, a coffin was suddenly carried, and a black gold-rimmed nanmu coffin was strided over by a man with a wooden face and dark skin and a coarse cloth in Hanzhong.
He went straight to Qu Yong and slammed the coffin on the grass, then shouted, "There is a dead man here."
Qu Yong said, "I’m not dead."
It’s ridiculous that a dead man is not a dead man if he can talk. The middle-aged man bent down to embrace Qu Yong. His arms are very doorways. When his hands shook, he held out the square and seemed to be round and square. It was Tai Ji Chuan’s "hand-learning", but it was generally very different. His arms seemed to be round, non-round, square, non-square, heavy and rapid, and seemed to have sharp edges and corners, but it seemed to be forceful and smooth. Two extreme forces of sharp round cotton changed and transformed.
This is already a very high level in Tai Ji Chuan.
Everyone knows that Tai Ji Chuan is round, but where do you know that the real Tai Ji Chuan looks square but feels round? This is the true meaning, and this middle-aged man with a dull face actually did it.
Although he has a strong hand, he is not inferior to Dan Jin in his subtle play.