diving cat

In the winter morning, the cool mist is hazy, and the belated sunlight thins the damp and cold water vapor, bringing with it a slightly warmer brilliance, the drowsy sky turns cold blue, and people in the ghost market gradually disperse.Han Bei sneaked into the antique market for a month, pretending to be a dandy, pretending to be a prodigy, and without blinking, he bought a painting of his ancestors at a high price, rolled it up with a newspaper, and threw it in the back of the car.It was freezing cold, and the gas that he exhaled turned into white mist. He closed the car window tightly, turned on the heater, rubbed his cold hands, then took out a box of exquisite snacks, and took a bite.

Not far away, a homeless man was sitting on the side of the curb, wearing a chicken coop head, wearing a ragged cotton jacket, wearing a pair of threaded wool trousers, and even a pair of flip-flops with his bare feet.

That ridiculous pair of flip-flops made Han Bei take one more look at him, and after finishing this one look, he couldn't help but take another look, his eyes didn't move away for a long time.It was a very young man, or a big boy, 21 or [-] years old, with a look that shouldn't be a tramp.

He was holding a big white and fat meat bun, as if he was afraid of soiling his food, he only pinched the bun with his dirty index finger and thumb a little bit, he smiled at a wild dog who was just as down-and-out as he was, with his mouth open Make a "squeak" sound.When laughing, squint a pair of black and white distinct eyes, bright and pure white, cunning and mischievous black, like a fluffy little beast looking for food in the morning, lazy, chaotic, not murderous, but full of wild.

The wild dog, which found nothing in the garbage dump, wagged its tail at him, and slowly approached cautiously.

The smile on the homeless man's face widened a bit, his eyes were more curved, and his thick eyelashes covered his eyes, revealing only the twinkling and calm eyes. His teeth were white, his lips were full and rosy, and his face was dirty, but his honey-colored skin was healthy and beautiful.He tore off a small piece of bun skin, handed it to the wild dog, and said earnestly: "Come early, the garbage collector just took away everything." The voice was nice, low but not heavy, a little hoarse, and looked soft and tired , the tone is cynical.

Pulling down the car window an inch so that he could hear the other person clearly, Han Bei couldn't help smiling, and stared at the stranger intently, feeling lightly tickled in his heart, feeling amused, curious, sympathetic, or distressed.

The skinny wild dog ate the handful of bun skins, stared at the tramp eagerly, and barked "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

The homeless man broke off another handful and gave it to him, "One last bite! I bought a nice bronze mirror this morning, and the money left is only enough to buy this bun."

The wild dog continued to bark after eating, carefully wagging its tail and rubbing against his leg.

The homeless man waved his hand: "Go and go, what's the matter if you don't understand? I won't give it."

The wild dog couldn't beg for food, so the dog jumped over the wall in a hurry, grabbed the bun in his hand, snatched it, turned his head and ran away.

tramp:"…………"

Han Bei: "Pfft—"

The homeless man roared angrily, and rushed out like a cannonball with astonishing explosive power, like a ferocious cheetah, catching up with the wild dog three times and two times, dragging the dog's two hind legs and biting the dog's buttocks, the dog was not to be outdone , turned his head and bit it with a "Wow", just as the bun fell out of the dog's mouth, the homeless man's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he snatched the bun back...

"Wang Wang Wang Wang Wang..."

"Give me, give me, give me... believe it or not, I will bite you to death?"

Han Bei: "..."

In the end, the tramp bit the dog until it screamed again and again. He pinched the dog's mouth, chewed the bun bitterly, and reprimanded vaguely: "You rebelled? If you give you some color, you will open a dyeing workshop. I think you are I'm tired of living! I can't be too merciful to a dog like you who will repay your kindness! Let you watch me eat! Hmph! Kneel down! Kneel down!"

After that, Han Bei often saw this homeless man in the ghost market. Master Han is a newcomer in the antique market, not a homeless man. He has a wide range of contacts and everyone knows him. Although not everyone likes him, but seeing him , would teasingly call out "Qiu Daochang".

Daoist Qiu sometimes dresses tidily, and he will shave his head and face cleanly. He is a handsome and cute boy. He must have done petty theft or resold some gadgets. .But most of the time, he became a homeless man again, dressed in rags, fighting dogs for food on the side of the road. Han Bei saw it and was confused in his heart. He wanted to give him a sum of money to raise him so that he could last for a long time A pleasing look.

However, how could the proud young master Han go to talk to a homeless man?

Finally, one day, he couldn't bear it any longer. He carried a box of snacks on his body, sat on the corner steps and ate them after shopping at the street stalls—he could have sat in the car and slowly and leisurely tasted the delicacies made by his chef. Good French stuffed crepes.

The tramp squatted not far away, looking at him disheveled.

One bite, the mouth was full of crispy, Han Bei smiled gracefully and lightly chewed, pretending to glance at him casually, as if seeing him for the first time, frowning in disgust, as if worried that the fleas on the other party would run to him body.Throwing a piece of pancake, Young Master Han suppressed his restless heartbeat, smoothed his breathing, and threw three words with indifference: "Here, come and eat."

With an impatient attitude and a disgusted tone, Han Bei carried the homeless man back as he wished, fed him, cleaned him up, gave him money, and listened to him behaving badly.Satisfied, Young Master Han picked up a cat and petted it. A smile slowly overflowed from his frozen heroic face.

The sky that has not rained for many days seems to be driven by the pain of landslides and landslides. The heaven and earth are connected with each other, and the rain is poured out. The rain is not heavy, and the patter is enough to be sad.

When Han Bei fled for his life, he rolled down the slope and hit his head with bumps all over his head. Liu Lan and Zhou Wangyan found him and dragged him to a clean and safe place to rest.Not long after, the masters and apprentices of the Xiang family came and met with them, checked the wound, and pasted a piece of dirty gauze on the wound on his forehead.

In the evening, Han Bei woke up, holding a bowl of wild vegetable soup cooked by Zhou Wangyan without a taste, leaning on the knotted roots of an old tree, staring into the distance in a daze.Liu Lan tried in vain to adjust the intercom call, but did not receive a response, the small hill was gone, and the "cracking" resounded endlessly because of groundwater coming out of nowhere, like a dragon king who has been suppressed for a hundred years. It is baring its teeth and claws recklessly, rolling up the water and gushing in all directions, full of ferociousness after the flood, and you can't see the end at a glance.

The newly cultivated spirit fell into the bowl along with the tears. Han Bei leaned back weakly, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe. No shit mission, no shit ancient tomb, no life is important. If I had known today, Why not send Qiu Zhengxia to jail!Wiping his face vigorously, he forced himself to drink the soup, dropped the paper bowl, and picked up a sapper shovel.

Zhou Wangyan held him down: "Master Han, it's getting dark, where are you going?"

Han Bei didn't speak, but clenched his teeth tightly, and shook off Zhou Wangyan's arm. Now he is full of pain and hates everyone he sees!

He wanted to dig Qiu Zhengxia out, he wanted to see people in life and corpses in death!

"When you were not awake, Liu Lan and the others were also digging hard. There were small landslides everywhere. It was very dangerous, and it was dark and you couldn't get close." Xiang Jiuru coughed intermittently, and said dejectedly: "Besides, you don't know people. Where is it, and if you don’t know where to dig it, don’t take risks and do useless things.”

Liu Lan sniffled and whimpered, "Then I have to dig out my uncle's body!"

"Don't be discouraged, they may not be dead." Zhou Wangyan rubbed the blisters on the tiger's mouth and comforted him: "Master Han, we have been digging for an entire afternoon, like a mouse digging a hole, just add you and dig another ten days and a half months No one can be dug out. I suggest returning to the village as soon as possible to seek support." He glanced at Liu Lan: "Your uncle didn't let us bring communication tools, so he must have brought them himself and left them in the car, right?" Wei Jingou has a close relationship with Peng Kun, and he can also remotely control Huang Deng. How could it be possible that there is no communication tool?

Liu Lan admitted embarrassingly: "Uh, yes..."

Han Bei looked into the distance, with tears streaming down his eyelashes, and his lips were pursed into a straight line.After thinking about it for a while and weighing the pros and cons, he put on his hiking bag expressionlessly, "Then let's go now! As long as I can make a phone call, I will dispatch a helicopter to provide support."

Xiang Dongtan heard that there was a helicopter, so he squatted down and said, "It's difficult for my master to walk back. I'll accompany him here and wait for support, right? We walk slowly and follow you to slow down."

Han Bei was noncommittal, striding into the rain.