The Light of the Dogs

A single thread does not form a thread, a single tree does not form a forest, men are always in groups, and there is a word after buddies.

Ginjiu has three buddies who can swap hearts and lives, one is a 24-hour full-time hooligan, one is a part-time hooligan, and the other is an occasional hooligan.

The part-time hooligan is called Gao Zhuangzhuang, an authentic Yanbian old Northeast, Han nationality, 1.8 meters and [-] catties. When he was not doing hooliganism, he had a very serious business-Shaxian snacks.

This palm-sized shop is located in the middle of Minmin Snack Street, with Lanzhou Ramen on the left and Sichuan Malatang on the right. There is a row of strong plane trees in front of the door, and all kinds of stray cats and dogs linger here.

In the southern afternoon of summer, the sun is bright, there is no wind, and it is hot and joyful.

Gin Ten sat under the shade of a tree, swaying his ankles with the fan blowing. He was wearing big underpants and sunglasses. Outside the small village, I have something to say~Although the flowers are already blooming, don’t pick the wild flowers on the roadside~"

At this point, he changed his tone, turned his head and shouted behind him: "Bring me another bottle of soda, orange flavor!

If you don’t pick it, you won’t pick it for nothing, and if you pick it, it’s for nothing, hehe~”

The unlucky Gao Zhuangzhuang came out with a soda, and found that his brother was not only drinking his water and blowing on his electric fan, but was also grabbing the small orange potted plant that he had worked so hard to raise for more than half a year. .

There was a pile of oily and green leaves on the table, and his brother grabbed the leaves and sang cheerfully:

"Remember my love, remember my love, remember that I am waiting every day, don't forget me~"

He threw the soda on the table, "Give me the money, a total of one hundred and eight!"

"One hundred and eight?" Gin Ten raised his thick black eyebrows, "It costs one hundred and eight to drink your two bottles of soda, you are even more rascal than a rascal!"

Gao Zhuangzhuang knocked off the slutty hands of Ginjiu Ten who were grabbing the green leaves,

"Look, you should pick my flowers. If you ask you for a hundred and eighty, it will give you face, you know?"

Gin Jiu Ten's mouth was bent like an old lady, and he yelled into the store over Gao Zhuangzhuang:

"Zhuzi, take care of your man, your man is playing hooligans!"

"Fuck you uncle!"

Gen Zhumi came out of the store with his eyes wide open. He is 1.6 meters tall and thin. He has not grown since junior high school. Standing with his two brothers, he looks like a child from a distance. Either of them could crush him to death with one hand, typical semi-disabled people.

"Pick him up and call him cheap!"

Gao Zhuangzhuang touched Jinjiu Ten's crotch with his hand. Jinjiu Ten bent over and hid it happily at first, but then he spread his hands on the back of the chair and shouted: "Hey, it's comfortable, let's focus on it." Son!"

Gao Zhuangzhuang: "..."

Genzhu: "Korean stick!"

Jinjiu Ten became angry instantly: "What are you talking about? You are courting death!"

To deal with Jinjiu Ten, the only stinky hooligan with unprecedented thick skin and cheap mouth, usually a Koryo stick can make him completely defeated immediately, and he just doesn't move his mouth.

He hated people calling him Goryeo Bangzi the most in his life. The half of Goguryeo blood in his body made him feel helpless grief and indignation every time he faced this nickname.

"Scream again and I'll beat you up," he stared, turning from a rascal into an aggrieved brat, pouted dissatisfiedly.

Gao Zhuangzhuang and Gen Zhu looked at each other and smiled,

"What are you doing here in the afternoon, did you find the thief?"

"I'm not waiting for him."

"Waiting for him?" Gao Zhuangzhuang was puzzled, "Waiting to beat him up?"

"That's so boring. Now it's a society ruled by law, and you need to use your brains, you know?"

"Hey," Gao Zhuangzhuang snorted coldly with disdain, "You must have thought of some tricks to torture people with your shitty head, right? Just be bad, and you will smoke with your wickedness."

Just as he was talking about this, Jinjiu Ten stood up suddenly, drank the bottle of soda with a gulp, and ran across the street.

He wobbled and quietly walked behind Yu Xunchao, bent down to his ear and shouted, "Hi! Dumb!"

Yu Xunxuan's footsteps kept turning a blind eye, but his loud shout had already attracted several eyes.

Gin Wine Ten happily walked beside him, he was really too tall, and Yu Xunchao was wearing a hat and mask, looking from his angle - he couldn't see anything.

"Aren't you hot? Oh, your hat looks good, I..."

Jinjiu Ten raised his hand to lift the brim of his hat, but Yu Zouchao dodged sideways, leaving that cheap hand in vain.

"..." Jin Jiushi squinted his eyes and smiled thoughtfully. This person's speed was a bit abrupt, but the arc of his movements was very small. If he hadn't missed two steps, he would have thought he hadn't moved at all.

This thief has two tricks, and he has practiced it!

Yu Xunxou stared at him, the sun shone on Jinjiu Shi's side face, he lowered his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, there was a layer of smudged shadows under the nose and eyelashes, giving him a charming solemnity.

It's too much, Yu Zhaoxuan thought, this person looks too much!Every look at him is a heavy hammer on the soul.

Ginjiu Ten looked at his ever-changing eyes, and really couldn't think of offending such a number one person.Seeing that he is so tightly wrapped in summer, even a thief wouldn't be like this, right?Could it be that there is something wrong with his looks?

The stinky hooligan had countless thoughts in his head for a while, and put on a sincere expression: "Your eyes...beads are so beautiful!"

Yu Zhaozang's small eyes immediately widened, Jinjiu Ten confirmed his reaction instantly, and slapped his thigh in his heart: This person is really ugly!

Yu Zhaoxun has lived for more than 20 years, and it is the first time someone praises her beauty, and her shock is no less than that of a comet hitting the earth.

His barren heart seemed to run through countless hippopotamuses, leaving a series of potholed hoofprints, landslides and ground cracks, and then heavy rain, which melted the dust and rocks into a torrent, flowing slowly and heavily towards his body everywhere.

The dryness ushered in the rain, and his heart became damp.

Gin Wine Ten smiled embarrassingly, feeling a little embarrassed.Those eyes are too complicated, mixed with joy and sorrow, but also with a little longing and gratitude, so pure.

How unloved is this man?He raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, and raised his arm to rest on Yu Xunxun's shoulder. It's right that he lacks love. He just wanted to tease him, no matter what Nima feels.

"It's a hot day, it's hard work, come on, have an orange."

He took out the green-skinned orange the size of a bird's egg from his pocket. He had just picked it from Gao Zhuangzhuang's potted plant, and he didn't have time to throw it away.This orange is not yet ripe, but the skin is hard and thick. One bite can make your teeth sour.

Yu Xunxou looked at him, then at the little orange in his palm, his heart was sore and astringent, he used his meager IQ to conclude a truth——

This stinky rascal is a kind and good man!

Gin Jiuyi wrapped his arms around his neck, peeling the orange peel with some difficulty. This posture was extremely intimate. His body temperature was high, and the sweat on his body was evaporated by the sun, and it rushed into Yu Xunzhao's nose thickly.

Yu Xunchao had never been so close to anyone before, his heart was beating very flustered, that arm was about to touch his face, his back was also pressed against that hot body, and the breathing of Jinjiu Ten seemed to be close to his ears, back and forth There was hot steam on the left and right, and he felt that he was about to be fainted by him.

He saw those hands forcefully peeling off the stubborn orange peel, and the fingertips were stained with clear juice.

Gin Ten hooked his neck, with a smirk on his face:

"Come on, have a taste, Brother Jin, it's my first time serving the people."

Yu Xunchao lowered his head even lower. In order to escape from him quickly and to feel the good intentions from this kind man, he picked up the bloody flap off the mask and stuffed it into his mouth. His face was wrinkled instantly, and tears came out.

Jinjiu Ten couldn't see his face, he just stared at the glowing red ear,

"Isn't it sweet?" You won't be sour!

Yu Xunchao wanted to say it was sour, but it was delicious.But he couldn't speak, he could only nod vigorously.

"Quick, eat clean."

Yu Xunchao stuffed it all into his mouth as if he was dead, the sour taste hooked out the acid water in his stomach, the sourness made his teeth go limp, and he wanted to roll all over the floor.

Gin Ten patted him on the back,

"Okay, work hard, don't work too hard, see you later."

It was really uncomfortable, Yu Xunchao got into the bathroom of the movie theater, and hurriedly washed his face with cold water. In the mirror, his eyes were red like rabbits, and under the light, they were moist and bright.He looked at those brown eyes and thought: Are beautiful eyeballs considered beautiful?

Well, it's pretty too.

He has been absent-minded all day, thinking about why the stinky hooligan treats him so well. Could it be that he found out that he was the thief that day?That shouldn't be the case. If you find out, don't you just beat him up or call the police?

What is that plotting, trying to lie to him?But he has nothing to lie about, he has nothing, but that man has everything.

The night was getting darker, and he hadn't eaten anything this afternoon except for the orange, and it seemed that he could still taste the sour taste in his stomach, and the body odor of the stinky hooligan had been lingering in his nose, steaming his face red and hot , a rapid heart rate, in short, he didn't do a single job that day, and hurried home after staying up late at night.

The puppy licked happily in his arms. He looked at the dark house across the way. Occasionally, the big wolfdog would walk around on the balcony, but the stinky hooligan was never seen. He felt a little regretful. .

Why is he so nice to me?Will he always be nice to me?If I become him, if I take his body and walk on the street, how would it feel?

That night Jinjiu Ten appeared in Yu Xunchao's dream. His clothes were a bit ridiculous, with only a fig leaf around his body, and his face was unkempt. He hid in the barley and stared at a hyena on the wasteland. Those eyes were black and shiny, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his chin. He was holding a spear, and his muscles were stretched out in a tough line.

The hyena suddenly looked in his direction, so the hyena and he began to run crazily across the wasteland, his long sweat-stained legs straddled the parched land and yellow grass, his eyes fixed on Prey, chasing, fleeing... Then he stretched the spear into the air and threw it fiercely. The hyena suddenly fell to the ground while running, unable to make a sound in pain, until he came close, bent down and pulled out the spear.

The hyena suddenly became the owner of the dream, and Yu Chaumou looked at him in horror, the blood from his abdomen kept flowing out, he kicked his weak legs and kept backing away, but the stinky hooligan was getting closer and closer, his chest His eyes were undulating, his eyes were sucking away his sanity like a deep pool, the turbulent smell came to his nostrils, the hot steam was so suffocating under the scorching sun that he couldn't breathe, he opened his mouth wide, but every breath brought With that strong smell, invading the blood in the body.

run!run!Yu Xunchao desperately urged the self in the dream, but the self in the dream didn't live up to it at all, and would just sit there paralyzed and watch the hand grabbing his neck.He was lifted into the air like a chicken, scratching and scratching at the stinky hooligan, and then a warmth came from his lower abdomen.

He was stabbed, his strength was draining, the stinky rascal let go, and Yu Zhaochao fell to the ground. He watched him squat down and tear the flesh from his body, and greedily stuffed it into his mouth. The blood spread all over his face and On his hand, those eyes were still staring at him, indifferent and arrogant.

The rogue finally emptied his stomach, stood up and pulled out his spear, slowly turning into a black shadow in the hot sun.

Don't go, Yu Xunchao in the dream is looking at that tall and straight figure, don't go...