Sparrow God Reborn

The rain gradually subsided.

The old windows were not closed tightly, and the damp wind blew in through the gaps in the windows, making the room less stuffy.

The street lamps cast half of their shadows on the ground through the dirty curtains, and a flimsy blanket was laid on the ground. Hao Meng slept on the blanket with a long dress covering her chest, and she didn't sleep very peacefully.

In a daze, he had a dream.

It was still when he was a child, at that time, he was still "Ding Yuan", he had never met his parents when he was born, and he lived with his uncle since he could remember.

My uncle opened a small teahouse, and he worked in the teahouse since he was a child, sweeping the floor and serving tea, and living under the fence could never be free from work and food, even though they were trivial things.

The teahouse is the only teahouse in the town, built in a temple called Yancong Temple.There are clay statues of Bodhisattvas in the temples, but few people come to offer incense. The extra houses are turned into teahouses, and many people come and go. Everyone plays cards in the halls with pictures of Buddha statues.

A table, four chairs, melon seeds tea and cigarette butts are Ding Yuan's childhood memories.

In the middle of each table, in addition to a box of mahjong, there will also be a small enamel plate with melon seeds on the bottom, and two low-quality fruit candies that cost [-] cents a catty are sprinkled on the melon seeds.Children like to eat candy, which is almost a rare touch of beauty in his childhood.For the two candies on the melon seeds, Ding Yuan would sit in front of the poker table after pouring tea, and the people who came to play mahjong didn't care that he was a child, and sometimes they just gave him the candies.

Sitting like this for a long time, one day, Ding Yuan learned to read cards.

It seems to be a self-taught thing. The temptation of candy made him learn to play mahjong.So one day when he was watching his uncle playing cards, the still young Ding Yuan stretched out his hand timidly, and said to his uncle, "Uncle, you made a mistake. You should play like this." A card was typed out, and in a blink of an eye he made a big beard.

Everyone was amazed, after all, children of this age may not even be able to tell the difference between addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.But it's not a good thing, that is, people who don't have a proper job can play mahjong. At the age of three, Ding Yuan can read cards. So what, can playing mahjong be a meal?

His uncle saw a clue.

Opening teahouses to the extent that his uncle has opened up, he will also do something secretly.Sometimes they join forces to play games with other people, winning money and killing people. I don’t know if it’s good luck. No one has discovered it for so many years.

Uncle felt that Ding Yuan's talent could be put to good use.

Soon after, Ding Yuan became the "Thousand Hands" in the teahouse.At first, he just sat behind the people and used gestures or various "code words" to reveal the cards on the other side to people.After he was ten years old, when he was a little older, he would go out and play poker with others himself.He looks honest and young, no one suspects that he is cheating, only know that the owner of the teahouse in Yancong Temple has a nephew who is very good at playing mahjong.

Ding Yuan was ignorant when his uncle told him to do it when he was young, but when he got older, he knew it was a lie, so he didn't like it, but what if he didn't like it?The most common sentence his uncle said was: "Don't forget your roots in life, I have given you food for so many years."

Ding Yuan felt that going on like this was not an option, but before he could think of another way, something happened to the teahouse.

How can I not get my shoes wet when I often walk by the river, and I will cheat people out of money, and sometimes things will come out.What's more, the one who offended was desperate, smashed the teahouse, recovered the money, and asked for an explanation, so my uncle pushed Ding Yuan out.

He said: "My nephew is not sensible, he has to be forgiving and forgiving, even if it is according to the rules, it is just a pair of hands, I have nothing to say." He looked at Ding Yuan again and asked: "A Yuan, what do you have?" idea?"

Ding Yuan stood there dumbfounded. The sun was very good that day, and the sunlight climbed inch by inch. In the murals on the wall outside Yancong Temple, a green-faced and fang-toothed kid was throwing people into a boiling iron pot. The flames are reflected beautifully.

He heard his uncle's reminder vaguely in his ears, he said: "You must not forget your roots in life, I have given you food for so many years."

One must never forget one's roots...

He was dumbfounded and didn't answer.

The burly man didn't know if he felt sympathy for Ding Yuan, or if he saw that he was an innocuous scapegoat. He glanced at his uncle contemptuously, and said to Ding Yuan: "You are young, and you can use both hands No need, I think it's just one finger." He asked Ding Yuan to stretch out his hand, and said, "This finger will let you see clearly which cards should be played and which cards should not be played."

At the entrance of the teahouse is a stone wall with the word "Fu" written on it. People who come to play mahjong often bring children with them. Children like to climb the word "Fu" and touch it over and over again. It is said that this way they can get "blessing".

Ding Yuan also touched it many times.

He stretched out his palm, and alone put his little finger on the table. Someone came over with a sharp knife. The silver blade reflected a blurred red word "Fu" on the stone wall. His sweat slowly seeped from his forehead. , shed tears of fear...

"Ah!" Hao Meng suddenly sat up from the ground.

Fang Dahai's snoring in the room was louder than thunder, he took a deep breath, wondering why he was dreaming about the past again.

The rain that had gradually subsided outside became ferocious again, thunder rumbled, and there was a "dong dong" sound on the windy balcony.

"Dong dong dong", it was ringing again.

wrong!It's not the wind, the sound of "dong dong", is it the knock on the door? !

The voice became louder and louder, and Fang Dahai was also awakened. He rubbed his forehead and sat up, turned on the light and cursed, "What's the sound?"

Before the words were finished, there was a loud "bang" from the door, and someone kicked it open!

"Damn it!" Fang Dahai was furious: "This broken door! It's broken with one kick! Fuck him with a biscuit! How dare you charge me 800 yuan for rent?!"

Is now the time to haggle over rent?Hao Meng stood up from the ground with a grunt. He could see clearly that the two people who came were none other than the two rainy night butchers who came to his room today to look for him.

So fast?Did he think he could last until tomorrow?

The two rainy night butchers came to Hao Meng without saying a word. Fang Dahai turned to Hao Meng and asked, "Your friend?"

"No!" Hao Meng rushed out of the door, explaining in a long way: "Win money and lose life!"

Fang Dahai let out an "oh" and immediately understood.Hao Meng wanted to run, but the butcher was tall and strong, so he was caught before he ran over, and the two of them carried Hao Meng and went out.

"Help me, Brother Hai!" At the critical moment, Hao Meng had no choice but to ask this new friend for help.

Fang Dahai immediately stopped them and asked, "Where are you taking Brother Hao?"

"Go away!" One of them punched Fang Dahai in the face viciously. Before Hao Meng had time to express his opinion, Fang Dahai leaned down, avoided the punch, and turned to greet him with a kick.

Unexpectedly, the man was kicked upright, and squatted down covering his lower body in pain. The other butcher saw this and let go of Hao Meng. Before Hao Meng could understand, the two wrestled together.

Although Fang Dahai was fat, his body was surprisingly flexible, as if he had some skills.Three times, five divisions and two knocked over another one. After punching him, he took Hao Meng and ran out the door. He ran downstairs in one breath, took out the motorcycle key from his trouser pocket, turned his head and said to Hao Meng, "Get in the car!"

"Huh?" Hao Meng was thinking about the house, and asked while getting into the car: "They are still in your house, do you not close the door?"

"That breaks the door!" Fang Dahai put on a helmet for himself, started the motorcycle, stepped on the gas pedal and rushed out, the voice resounded through the rain: "Anyone can kick it open, and there is no money, who wants to enter!"

After an unknown amount of time, two people were sitting paralyzed against the wall in the half-repaired unfinished building on the construction site.

"It's so fucking cold!" Fang Dahai let out a "bah" and said, "I forgot to take a cigarette when I came out."

Hao Meng was beating her chest and stamping her feet.

Fang Dahai was flexible when he was fighting, and he was crazy when driving. Hao Meng felt that he would lose his life if he went out for a long time.It was not easy to find a place to rest, and the lack of vomiting was regarded as a good physical fitness.He glanced outside, lowered his voice and asked, "Didn't you come after me?"

"Nonsense." Fang Dahai said triumphantly, "My technique, let alone two legs, might not be able to catch up with four wheels."

Hao Meng didn't have the energy to speak, so she gave him a thumbs up.

"But I'm talking about Brother Hao," Fang Dahai asked him: "Winning money and losing your life is really what you said. You are very familiar with the rules. If you understand the rules, you are lucky and have good skills. You really don't think about making a fortune?"

Fang Dahai was still thinking about it.

Hao Meng waited until his chest felt a little more comfortable, and then said: "Master's ancestors taught, we don't send money, and the money can't exceed two yuan."

Fang Dahai saw that he was speechless, seemed a little speechless, and said after a while: "It's not a waste to play with technology without paying money, it's not a waste, don't spend money...don't pay money? Wait," he suddenly thought of something, and asked, "If you don't play money, are you a professional sparrow player? The kind that plays games on TV?"

Hao Meng smiled: "This is my job."

"Sure enough!" Fang Dahai said: "I understand when you say that. I know you are professional sparrow players. Isn't that Yanze very popular and awesome?"

After a while, Fang Dahai asked: "Brother Hao, you are a professional sparrow hand, what are you doing here to wade into this muddy water? Now that you have offended Lei Ge and his gang, you can't save the poor if you are in an emergency. Sooner or later, something will happen, right?"

Hao Meng also fell silent. In fact, his top priority is to find Jiang Hua and find out what is going on with "Ding Yuan". After all, what happened to him is too unbelievable. Hao Meng has no idea what to do next. .

But from the moment I woke up, various situations emerged one after another, and I was pushed away involuntarily.

Fang Dahai patted his thigh: "I am also a kind and righteous person. Since Brother Hao is in trouble, I can't just sit idly by. I just thought of a person who should be able to help. At least Brother Lei can't help it." to him."

Hao Meng subconsciously asked, "Who?"

"This person has a bad temper, but this area is quite famous. He used to be a professional sparrow player, but many years ago, he was disqualified from the competition for life."

"Why?" Hao Meng wondered.

"Cheating." Fang Hai said: "Cheating during the competition."