The ghost hooked

Although ordinary people shave and trim their hair, it is really rare to have their hair cut so short.

Mr. Liu talked about storytelling for more than half an hour, and his throat was very dry. He even drank two bowls of tea before he felt comfortable.

Seeing him coming out from the inner room, he didn't show any surprise. He obviously knew about it a long time ago. Mr. Liu looked out of the courtyard and could vaguely see the back of a person and a dog. He asked, "How did you do this?" Come out in a while, aren't you afraid of being seen by adults?"

The short-haired man often comes here, so he is not polite at this moment, he grabbed some of Xiaobao's leftover melon seeds, and said while nibbling: "It's okay, if it can find it, it will be discovered as soon as it enters the house, and it can still be found." Wait until this time! Besides, this is not the first time, hey, don’t tell me, these melon seeds are really delicious, they are big and plump, and each one has flesh.”

Mr. Liu saw him sitting on the small table with his long legs spread apart, hunched over, knocking melon seeds and spitting the skin on the ground, pursed his lips, and said, "Why are you so careless? One place!"

"I'll scan, can't I scan it? The people on your side just have a lot of things to do." The short-haired man said.

Mr. Liu was also a scholar when he was young. When he saw him behave like this, he felt that he was insulting and displeased. He frowned and asked: "You are also a Ph. tight."

Throwing the few melon seeds left in his hand back into the bowl, patting the floating ash on his hands, the short-haired man stood up, with his head held high, his hands hanging by his sides, his eyes slightly closed, and said: "Look! "

When Mr. Liu thought he was going to act while sleeping standing up, the short-haired man finally moved. He slowly raised his left foot, took a step to the left side of his body, raised his hands forward, and slowly lowered his body. Then squat down.

The set of punches was done slowly, and Mr. Liu yawned twice. It took about an incense stick before the short-haired man finished his work.

"Your movements are like dancing and martial arts. Call it dance, so slow that people don't want to see it. Call it martial arts, and it's soft and not aggressive." Mr. Liu shook his head and said, obviously nothing interest.

Watching Mr. Liu pick up the broom and start sweeping the floor, the short-haired man started to help clean up the house, and said, "You don't understand, this is Taijiquan. My Ph.D. is to study traditional Chinese martial arts. I just graduated. .”

Picking up the two futons on the ground, patting the ashes on them, and drying them outside, the short-haired man walked back into the house and continued: "Besides, I just graduated from a doctoral degree and haven't found a job yet. I used to work in a middle school Part-time PE teacher for extra money."

Although many words in his words were incomprehensible, it did not prevent Mr. Liu from understanding that this doctor is not that doctor. He glanced at the man but did not answer.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the short-haired man said again: "You just say that I am not serious, and you are not getting any better! That Emperor Liang Hui is right there, how dare you tell his stories all day long, what you told last time What about 'Unofficial History of Emperor Liang Hui', aren't you afraid of being beheaded?"

Mr. Liu straightened up, stroked his beard, and said with a deep expression, "You don't understand this. Before, you were restrained by him, and you had a lot of scruples about your words. Now that you've changed the world, you can speak freely." Telling the story, he asked back: "When the adults didn't follow Xiaobao, I saw you talking to Xiaobao a few times, what did you talk about?"

The short-haired man was a little embarrassed, scratched the hair on his head, and said, "They are all children's stuff."

"By the way, my hands are itching to play mahjong every night over there. When are we going to find someone to play twice?" the short-haired man said.

Sweeping the melon seeds into the dustpan, Mr. Liu looked at him helplessly, and said, "This is really helpless. The whole village only has that set of mahjong tiles, which belong to adults. If you want to play, there is no hope."

The short-haired man stretched his five fingers, put them on his head, then pinched his fingers again to stroke the short hair on his head, and said, "Hey, there's no entertainment, just two glasses of wine. In the whole village, I can't even find a bottle of wine. Life is so boring!"

Mr. Liu also loves alcohol, but the environment is limited and he has no chance to drink. Seeing that the short-haired man looked lifeless, he comforted him: "Alcohol is banned in the village. Not only you can't drink it, but everyone can't drink it." , "After finishing speaking, he added: "The desire for food and drink, you can pass it if you bear it, and you should add less karma."

No matter what happened to the two people in the house, Xiaobao and the little white dog who went out were very happy, not only because they listened to the interesting storytelling, but also because they were going to Qin Qing's house for dinner tonight.

In a good mood, Xiaobao said as he walked: "It's still early, let's go pick and order some eggs, how about taking some eggs to Grandma Qin's house?"

The little white dog was walking in front. Hearing what he said, he stopped, looked at him and nodded, expressing his agreement.

After returning home, I took a small vegetable basket, and went straight to the vegetable field by the village with one person and one dog.

To say that Zhang Village is really a harmonious small mountain village, the villagers do not have their own vegetable gardens, and they all plant rapeseed on the land outside the village. Whoever has time can come to the village to grow vegetables, and when they are ready to eat, they will come directly to pick them. .

No one in the village raises livestock or poultry, except for the little white dog. If he eats eggs, he goes to the forest to collect them, and if he eats meat, he goes to hunt wild ones and kills them.

Although Xiaobao is not inactive, he has never done such things as hunting and picking eggs.Without any discussion, the little white dog consciously went to pick eggs in the woods, while Xiaobao picked vegetables in the vegetable field, picking a few kinds of vegetables, and picking a little less of each kind was enough.

After picking the vegetables, Xiaobao picked up a cucumber, wiped it, sat next to the vegetable basket, and gnawed it, while the hardworking little white dog was still working hard to pick up the eggs.

I saw a white figure rushing into the woods, and running out after a while, the speed of coming out was obviously much slower than when going in.

The little white dog straightened his body, didn't move his head, and ran forward with only four short legs. When he reached the vegetable basket, he slowly put his head in, opened his mouth, and spit out the eggs.

An oval skin-skinned egg landed steadily in the vegetable basket, stained with saliva.

Seeing that the little white dog turned around and ran away again, Xiao Bao glanced at the egg in disgust, picked a cucumber that was a little shorter, and placed it horizontally in the middle of the vegetable basket to draw a clear line!

When the little white dog put the eggs for the second time, he found the cucumber, squinted at Xiao Bao, and faintly revealed a message in his eyes: If you are capable, don't eat the eggs I picked up in your life!

Xiaobao gnawed two cucumbers and rubbed his belly. He was almost half full. This is not a good sign!

I saw him standing up, muttering something, stretching his arms and legs for a while, and occasionally bending over, his movements were grand, and of course they were awkward.

The little white dog picked up four eggs, and stopped picking them up. He sat on the ground, looked at the moving little treasure, drooping his eyelids, with naked disgust.

Xiaobao felt that there was more room in his stomach, so he stopped, squatted down, and said, "Come on, let's decide who will carry the basket."

Seeing the little white dog getting ready and looking at him with bright eyes, he said, "One, two, three, scissors, rock, and cloth."

Without any suspense, Xiaobao's scissors defeated the little white dog's Wannian cloth and easily won the victory.

The little white dog, who was obviously being bullied, did not bark in dissatisfaction. He grabbed the small vegetable basket with a bent handle in his mouth, inhaled, and raised his head vigorously.

Before the little white dog's expectant gaze came over, Xiao Bao lifted up the hem of his clothes, took out a few heavier vegetables, and put them on the hem of the clothes. Grab some vegetables and follow behind.

Fortunately, the journey was not too far away. Before the little white dog exhausted himself, he finally arrived at the gate of Qin's courtyard.

The gate of the Qin family's courtyard opened outwards, and the little white dog squatted at the gate, put the vegetable basket on the ground, and waited for Xiaobao to open the door.

Xiao Bao put the vegetables on the hem of the clothes into the small vegetable basket one by one, patted the dust on the clothes, and bent down to pick up the small vegetable basket.

The little white dog was already staring at his movements, but now seeing that he was about to reach out, he quickly bit the side of the small vegetable basket, and the fur on his mouth also lifted up, and he could see the fangs inside, sending out a warning "Woooo" sound.

Xiao Bao put his hand on the handle, not daring to use too much force, for fear of hurting the little white dog, he just said: "Stop!"

you let go! "Woooooo!" The little white dog bit the edge of the basket with its fangs, and backed away vigorously, swearing to the death that it would not let go.

"I took a lot along the way, I should take it in! Let go!" Xiaobao said.

snort!I've been holding it all the way, I'm about to enter the door, you want to steal my fruit, dreaming! "Woooooo!" The little white dog was not to be outdone.

Fearing that the stalemate would last too long, so that people in the room could see, Xiaobao squatted down, leaned forward slightly, and threatened: "If you don't let go, I'll bathe you in a while and throw it into the water tank to wash!"

Although the little white dog is usually white and cute, the sad part of the long curly hair is taking a bath. After the bath, the hair is wet and sticks to the body, and the look of the drowned dog is hard to bear to look at.

Looking at the insidious human in front of him, the little white dog surrendered after struggling for a few breaths. There is no more pitiful dog than him.

Xiaobao successfully grabbed the small vegetable basket, no, it should be said that it was the fruit of the little white dog's victory. To show his appreciation for the little white dog's retreat despite difficulties, he raised his hand and touched the little dog's head, but was ruthlessly dodged .

Although Xiaobao thinks that no one will see the intriguing battle between humans and dogs, not to mention those watching through the cracks in the doors and windows, even Qin Qing in the kitchen can hear the conversation of one person and one dog , she smiled silently, and decided not to expose Xiaobao.

It's time to witness Xiaobao's victory!I saw him carrying a small vegetable basket, pushing open the courtyard door, walking towards the kitchen, and calling out: "Grandma Qin, I'm here to pick vegetables!"

Qin Qing came out after hearing the sound, smiled and looked at the happy Xiaobao and the dejected little white dog behind him, reached out to take the small vegetable basket, looked at the contents, and said: "Xiaobao is really capable, today's braised pork Ribs, I'll give you two more pieces."

The author has something to say: Little White Dog: Rabbit, author, come here.

The author of the rabbit crawled over carefully, why did you ask?Whoever has seen a rabbit know how to walk, of course use all four legs to crawl over. "Master Little White Dog, what are your orders?"

Little White Dog: Have you thought about my name?

The author of the rabbit said: "Long Batian, Ri Qingcang, what do you think?"