The strongest dream shuttle

Chapter 34
At [-] o'clock in the morning, Yang Fan came out from the gate of the park. After eating breakfast, he bought some bread and instant noodles in the supermarket, and then went for a walk in the park, watching a group of old men wielding knives and guns, exercising in an empty field.

Yang Fan also applauded the elders from time to time, cheering them on: "Master, you are really good at playing swords."

But the uncle didn't appreciate it, and gave him a hard look, looking back at the moon and almost stabbing the sword into Yang Fan's neck, only a few centimeters away from his neck.

Yang Fan clapped his hands vigorously, and shouted loudly: "Okay!! Master is amazing, he is really good at playing swords."

The uncle glanced at him, and said two words lightly in his mouth: idiot.

When he walked out of the park, he met the old swordsman again at the gate. The old man was putting the sword in the bag on the back of his bicycle.

Yang Fan leaned over.

"My lord, where is the sword installed?"

The uncle glanced at him with sharp eyes and said nothing.

When Yang Fan walked across the road, he still didn't forget to turn his head and gave the uncle a thumbs up and said, "Master, a good sword, a good sword."

After the old man loaded his things, he jumped on the bike as soon as he pushed it. After riding for tens of meters, he turned around and smiled at Yang Fan and said, "Young man, 30 years ago, it was no problem for him to hit three by himself. Now it's no good. If I 30 years younger, I can beat you to the ground."

Yang Fan was startled suddenly: "Master, why are you talking like that?"

The old man stopped the car, took out a cigarette and put it on his mouth, lightly struck a match, lit the cigarette on his mouth, took a puff, and smiled slowly: "Your uncle, I was with you 30 years ago. The kind of idiot who only talks with his fists."

Yang Fan didn't speak, he just stared at the old man in a daze, he didn't understand why the old man was so unreasonable.

The old man took a deep breath of cigarette, looked at Yang Fan with contempt, turned and left...

On the way home, Yang Fan kept thinking about why the uncle beat him?Where exactly did he offend him?

When he finally walked home, he finally thought about it, patted his thigh and said, "Fuck, I must have called him uncle. He was angry. He is so old and still wants to trick me into calling you uncle? What a joke."

At nine o'clock in the morning, Yang Fenghua called Yang Fan and told him to take good care of himself at home, eat outside if he had no food, and pay attention to safety when commuting to and from get off work. Yang Fan asked how he was doing there, and Yang Fenghua said he was going to the beach later. , hang up......

Yang Fan's dark circles came out. Although his physical strength can now recover, his body still has some changes.

It's Monday tomorrow, do I still have to go to work?Yang Fan opened the drawer and took out last month's salary slip: 3208.6 yuan.

Fuck you, I quit, I will resign tomorrow.

He held the salary slip in his hand, gritted his teeth, and slammed his fist on the table. With a crisp sound, Yang Fan writhed on the sofa with his fist in his arms...

When returning to the mission dream again, Liu lame fell asleep on the kang, and the cup of tea beside Yang Fan was still smoking. Did this lame sleep too fast?Just close your eyes?
Yang Fan walked around a few rooms and looked around, and found that each room was more shabby than the other, and even the roof of one room was leaking, probably because of the lame Liu's bad legs and feet, so he didn't care.

He looked at Lame Liu lying on the kang, and suddenly felt that he was quite pitiful. He is so old and has no wife and children. He lives in such a dilapidated place and is still a lame man. Hey, let me clean it up for him.

While Liu Laizi was sleeping, Yang Fan helped him gather up the waste wine bottles and sundries on the ground. He found a few wooden boards at the back of the room, picked up a few nails in the drawer, and helped him nail the windows. , Sweeping and mopping the floor, Yang Fan has never done such housework for his own family in his life, but he saw how pitiful Liu Lizi was, so he felt compassionate.

When Liu Laizi woke up and sat up to look for water, he found that the appearance of his home had changed. He had not seen the house so clean for several years. He quickly asked Yang Fan, who was sitting on a chair drinking tea: "Did you clean up this house?" ?”

Yang Fan smiled and nodded.

"Oh, brother, I bother you to clean the house for me. How can I bear it? I have lived in this broken house for so many years and I have never done it. No matter how messy and dirty he is, I have never done it."

With a smile all over his face, Liu Laizi got off the kang and held Yang Fan's hand to thank him.

"Brother, you don't have to be like this. You saved me, so I should help you clean up the house."

Liu Laizi took out twenty copper plates from under the kang mat and handed them to Yang Fan. Yang Fan didn't know why, but Liu Laizi said, "Brother asked me about the ring, I can tell, you want to play, this is the second time." Ten Wen, you can set it twice, you can take it."

Yang Fan was overjoyed, and hurried over to receive the money.

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Laizi took Yang Fan to the Drum Tower. Although it was early in the morning, the place was already very lively. There were people selling goods everywhere on the street, as well as jugglers and Yangko dancers. Yes, the sugar blower, the sugar dumper, Yang Fan saw that everything was new, but Liu Laizi didn't take it seriously, he pushed around in the crowd, pushed a way, and dragged a lame leg to the vicinity of the Gulou archway step by step an open space.

A group of people surrounded there, it was so lively, Yang Fan hurried over.

"That's the ring, you go."

Liu Laizi didn't go. He planned to go to the mountain to chop some more firewood and come back. He didn't want to waste time here.

Yang Fan got through the crowd and saw a man holding a bamboo ring and throwing it forward. There was a red line under his feet, and there were things about two meters away.

Seeing that the man failed to catch five or six throws, he shook his head and left. Yang Fan squeezed to the front, and now he could see clearly.

He saw a row of things of different sizes placed on the ground closest to the red line, including combs for combing hair, flowerpots for growing flowers, chopsticks for eating, and little clay dolls like Liu Laizi's. There are several colorful vases, a bracelet, two pairs of copper braves, feather dusters and a few bells. Various decorative ornaments of different sizes. The farthest place is about five meters away from the red line. A large-mouthed porcelain bottle It was placed high, with silver locks, jewelry, rings, a few pieces of silver, and three strings of copper coins threaded together...

Holding a lot of bamboo circles in his hands, the boss sat on a chair.

"Boss, how much is it once?"

The boss made a 'ten' gesture with the fingers of both hands towards Yang Fan.

"What, ten dollars a time?"

The boss shook his head: "What ten yuan? I'm talking about ten yuan."

Yang Fan suddenly remembered, touched the copper coins on his body and took them out.

"I'll have two, but I have a request."

"What's the request?" The boss looked at him.

"If I get something expensive, I don't want it, but you can give me as much as it is worth, is that okay?"

The boss rolled his eyes, stroked his beard and said, "Okay, I'll give you whatever it's worth."

The boss thought to himself: How many can you trap?Just brag to me here, if you get a valuable one, I will give you a penny, if you miss a single trick, don't pretend to be with me here.

"Okay, then give me two laps."

When the boss heard it, it was only two circles?He smiled, and he came to bargain with me after only two traps?Let’s get caught first and then talk about it.

(End of this chapter)