Chi You, your panda is hanging on the tree again!

In the cramped room, the woman smiled and put a silencer on the gun in her hand.

The cicadas in the night did not dissipate, and the voice pulled hoarsely, cutting a small opening in the night.

The evening dew soaked the soil a little soggy, and the corn stalks that hadn't had time to grow tall stood quietly.

The cub ran to the warehouse, looked at the unclear green melon field, and squatted down.

Xia Ju stood on the dirt road, looking at the direction of the red dot on the phone, walking slowly with her skirt shaking.

The cub who squatted down vaguely heard something, and looked around vigilantly.But helplessly, his eyesight was indeed not sharp, and he couldn't see clearly in the dark.

He was a little scared, and quickly slapped open the watermelon on the ground, holding it while gnawing it while moving with his body lowered, but he didn't dare to rest his ears for a moment.

There shouldn't be a man who resists gun hunting in this place, right?

In a civilized society, probably not, and not just anyone can get a gun.

But I am a thief...

Guilty...

If it is a stick, I should not be able to bear it.

Or hide from others.

The cub moved his ears and kept moving, keeping a close distance from her.

Xia Ju looked at the moving red dot and wandered around for more than half an hour.

The irritability of being unreliable despite clearly having a position made her tremble as she clenched the gun in her hand.

After chasing and running, the cub was finally full.

Throwing away the melon rind, and picking up half of it again, the cub stood up.

The moon is bright...

Xia Ju looked at the silhouette that suddenly appeared, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she raised the gun in her hand.

With a sound of searching, the silenced bullet passed through the cub's ear, and after the stimulating pain, it seemed that something warm was dripping.

Holding the melon in his hand, the cub ran away, heading towards the only direction he was familiar with in this place, but after running in the middle of the night, he realized that he was running in the wrong direction.

He walked on the dilapidated asphalt road and could not hear anyone's life.

More and more unfamiliar.

The cub turned around and ran back again.

Xia Ju said that the door to my yard was locked. He hugged the melon and stood outside leaning against the door.

Where did Xia Ju go...

After waiting for half a small hand, Xia Ju came back panting, and the light from the window illuminated the sweat on her forehead.

He looked at the cub who was waiting by the door with a melon in front of him, gritted his teeth and clenched the gun in his hand again.

"Why are you so hot?" the cub asked her, not noticing the gun in her hand, walked over, put one arm around the melon, and wiped the sweat on her forehead with the other free hand.

Xia Ju looked at his concerned look, and finally let go of the trembling hand holding the gun gas.

"Where have you been?" she asked him weakly.

The cub motioned her to look at the melon in his arms.

"I don't eat pig ears..."

Xia Ju wished she could slap him to death.

"Where have you been?" the boy asked again.

Xia Ju peeled off his divine body and took out the key.

"I'm looking for you."

The cub didn't suspect anything, "You were still sleeping, so I didn't call you and woke you up?"

With a creak, Xia Ju pushed the door open.

"I thought you ran away."

Cub: "You haven't done anything bad to me, so when shall we go back... um... Let's eat melons first."

Xia Ju seemed to laugh, her emotions were unclear.

The cub put the melon on the table, Xia Ju looked at it, and was about to get the knife when he saw a slap on it.

Xia Ju looked at it: "You can eat by yourself."

The cub looked at her, watched her turn her head back to the wooden bed in the room, watched her fall on the bed and fell asleep in seconds.

"It's so sweet!" "Hmm..."

I can still make sounds, and I don't know if I really fell asleep.

The cub found a plastic bag to cover the melon and put it away. He also entered the house and lay down on another wooden bed.

He wanted to borrow the phone to call Fourth Master You.But he found that he had never remembered anyone's phone number, including Fourth Master You's.

My phone was gone when I woke up...

Could it be she who took it for him?

He doesn't know her name yet.

In the same dark night, on the street and at the end of the street, You Qianliang and Daozi hug each other in a certain room, breathing evenly.

It is said that when Wang Mang chased Liu Xiu, because the cock crowed on the South Street of this town was half an hour earlier than the cock crowed on the North Street, Liu Xiu had to escape, and later he called the place where Liu Xiu lay "Dragon Dragon". To save trouble, it was called Longtang, which is now Longtang Town.

The cock crows...

The cub rolled over and covered himself with the quilt, the knife stretched out his legs and pressed his face into the pillow.

The noise over there was not limited to the crowing of cocks.

A shirtless middle-aged man was holding a hoe and yelling.

"Who the hell stole my melon!"

The cub opened his eyes, couldn't fall asleep, and buried his face in the pillow.

Xia Ju: "Hey, the uncle called you, why don't you go out and have a look?"

The cub moved his face a little, fanned his eyes and asked her in a low voice: "Can you count us stealing together?"

The cub didn't have the guts to admit his mistake, so he became a shrunken red panda.

The old man refused to give up, and walked along the whole street cursing.

"Damn it, that son of a bitch stole my melon..."

Those who woke up and those who didn't woke up frowned.

This Zhao Liu has to scold me several times every year when the melons are ripe, and the melons don't necessarily make people less likely to steal them, what are they trying to do.

You Qianliang laughed uncontrollably when he heard the movement.

"What are you scolding outside?" Knife angrily pulled off the sheet covering his body.

"It seems that someone's melon was stolen, and they are cursing."

Daozi is no stranger to this matter. In his hometown, a tricycle stuck to a cornfield, or someone’s vegetables were picked up by someone. I feel at ease.

But no one would feel bad for being scolded by their ancestors for eight generations if they were a thief.

But that doesn't seem to be the case now.

It only takes about ten minutes to walk to the end of the whole street. Judging by his posture, he will not stop until noon.

There is no money in my pocket, and there is no way to compensate others...

And if you want to go out, where will you lose your embarrassment?

Xia Ju looked at the cub who was pinning against the wall, and took a big bite out of the apple in her hand.

The cub asked her, "Can you lend me some money?"

Xia Ju: "I can't..."

The shirtless old man came back again, raised his head and howled loudly at the door.

"Which son of a bitch stole my melons, damn it! Curse your eighth generation of ancestors! Which bitch of his mother stole my melons!"

The cub turned his back to the door, lowered his head and continued to hit the wall.

Xia Ju looked at him, grinned, and then looked a little dazed, touched the corner of her mouth where she smiled just now, looked straight at his back, her eyes darkened, and finally turned and left, leaving him alone.

Most of the melon was still on the table.

The cub looked over and found it very eye-catching.

What's wrong with being hungry, and I can't die from starvation...why go to steal other people's melons...

The more the cub thought about it, the more wronged and uncomfortable he became, even his vision was a little blurred, and there was water in his eyes.

He turned to look for Xia Ju, but saw smoke rising from the chimney in the small kitchen in the yard.

Hungry again...

But the pig ears still made him feel sick...

The cub was a little angry, obviously she brought him here, and he didn't even give him enough food.

The cub walked over and stood at the kitchen door watching him.

"I want to eat it too, but I don't want to eat pig ears!"

Xia Ju glanced at him, took out two coins from her pocket, and threw them to him.

"Go and buy buns yourself, one yuan for two, two yuan for five."

The cub looked at the coin in his hand and asked her, "Where is the bun seller?"

"Going north, there must be people queuing up at the big green shed. If it's not out of the pot, just wait there, don't buy cold ones."

The cub looked at the two yuan in his hand, "Do you have any money?"

Xia Ju looked up, "I'll just eat one."

The cub muttered: "That's not enough..."

Xia Ju started to get annoyed, "How many can you eat!"

The cub looked at him, lowered his head and muttered something and left.

Not long after he left, he met the man who scolded and came back.

The cub clutched the money and lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

"Which shameless person stole other people's melons!"

"Have you scolded enough, you..." A short-haired man who was standing there waiting to buy buns couldn't stand it, "I heard you howling here before I woke up early in the morning, you're just a bitch Well, you deserve it!"

"What's wrong, I'm going to scold you if you like that turtle grandson stealing or not! I'm going to scold him, so I'll scold him to death!"

The cub lowered his head and surrounded the green shed without daring to make a sound.

After talking for a while, it was out of the pot. It has been about ten minutes, and it has not passed yet. The boy is uncomfortable waiting, and he is afraid that the person will come back to scold him again later.

The sound of the cock crowing gradually disappeared, and the street became a little more lively.

In the town, fairs are held according to the mantissa of the lunar calendar. In the calendar of the lunar calendar, the fairs are held on the third day, the thirteenth day, the twenty-third day, the ninth day, the nineteenth day, and the ninth day.

Today is ninety-two.

This place is still at the end, there are not many stalls, the more lively it is inside, the clothes sellers have started to set up sheds, here are just scattered plastic pots, bamboo baskets, Shovels and the like, and a loudspeaker selling rat poison.

Sure enough, he was not so lucky, the man scolded him again, but fortunately, the steamed buns were already out of the oven.

After giving the money, ignoring the scrutiny of the surroundings, the boy left with the steamed buns.

The cursing voice behind him made him uncomfortable even while eating steamed buns.

Of the five steamed buns, I ate three of them halfway through.

This is just a bit of a stomach pad.

Xia Ju said he would eat one.

Is it enough to eat one...

The boy looked at the two steamed buns in the plastic bag, but he didn't eat any more.

As soon as Xia Ju came out with fried pig's ears in oil, she saw the cub coming back with steamed buns.

"Why did you buy two and bring back two?"

Cub: "I bought five, I ate three, and brought the rest back."