Black Heart Tangyuan Edible Guide

Fang Zhimo sat down on the edge of the prefabricated board, then stretched out his hand in a calm manner, imitating the arrogant appearance of the gangster leader, and patted his face with his backhand, with the same smiling expression: "Why, the king of heaven Are you not afraid when Lao Tzu comes?"

The child's hands were cold, and for some reason the gangster shivered suddenly, and finally he snorted forcefully and turned his head away.

Fang Zhimo knew that this guy had already given up, but he just refused to let go in front of a brat like himself.

He stared at the man for a while, withdrew his hand, and said with a smile: "In that case, Uncle Duan, let's knock out his two front teeth first."

When the gangster heard this, his face immediately turned blue: "Why do you do this? Is there any law?"

When Fang Zhimo heard this, his previous grinning expression finally disappeared.He frowned, put his hands on his chest, and said expressionlessly: "Wang Fa? You still know Wang Fa? When you beat my classmate and snatched my schoolbag, did you consider Wang Fa? Uncle Duan, don't follow me." He's talking nonsense, let's do it."

As soon as Fang Zhimo said this, several uncles jumped off the prefabricated board one after another, and surrounded the gangsters.

Between this movement and the silence, the gap between the miscellaneous soldiers and the regular army became obvious.

The punks are used to bullying elementary school students. When they encountered such a stubborn stubble, they all screamed in fright. They didn't even have the consciousness to resist. They squatted on the ground, holding their heads and begging for mercy. One of them heard that his front tooth was about to fall I was so scared that I peed my pants.

The fishy orange liquid dripped down the trousers on the ground, making people unable to resist covering their noses.

"Grandpa, uncle, ancestor, we don't dare anymore, please forgive us."

"Yeah, big brother, we won't rob money anymore, we won't...never bully elementary school students again, I beg of you, my lords, please let us go, if this front tooth is gone, it would be too embarrassing, How can I mess around when I go out in the future..."

When this person said this, the others also echoed and shouted, begging everyone to let their front teeth go.Before the fist hits, mourners are already everywhere.

Uncle Duan and the others are all mixed up from the real battlefield. They have copper skin and iron bones. They have never seen any scenes. Let alone a tooth, even if a hand is cut off by the enemy or a leg is blown off by the enemy, they will not hum snort.

Seeing the appearance of these brats, Uncle Duan was a little annoyed.

Too useless!

He turned to look at Fang Zhimo, and asked him what to do next with his eyes. The child pursed his lips tightly and shook his head at him.

[Surrender without killing. ]

This is what the old chief often said.

Uncle Duan understood in his heart, smiled, and gave the child a thumbs up, then carried him off the prefabricated board and placed him in front of a few gangsters.

Fang Zhimo walked around a few little bastards crying for their father and mother, making sure that these little bastards had been scared out of their wits, then stopped in front of the bastard leader, raised his jaw, He whispered softly as if giving mercy: "Are you aware that you are afraid?"

The bastard leader was still lucky at first, thinking that it was impossible for these adults to really obey the orders of a child. It was not until he almost lost his front teeth just now that he knew what it meant.

"Who the hell are you?"

The gangster leader didn't dare to resist, so he raised his head, glanced at Fang Zhimo, and asked the question that had been circling in his heart since just now.

Fang Zhimo clicked his tongue, let go of his hand, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is you guys, do you still want front teeth?"

Before the bastard boss could speak, the ponies could no longer bear the pressure. One of the ponies changed from squatting to kneeling, and kowtowed on the ground: "Think, think! Brother, what conditions do you have? As long as you Forgive us, the few of us will be like cows and horses, and we will die!"

The other gangsters saw it, and knelt down scramblingly, kowtowing their heads while calling Big Brother.

When his own brother calls someone else's big brother, the gangster clearly understands that he has completely lost his prestige.

The last line of psychological defense was finally defeated, the gangster leader's shoulders visibly collapsed, and he no longer had the arrogance of yesterday.

Fang Zhimo knew in his heart that this group of gangsters would definitely not be able to organize from now on, but he still had to ask for something so that they could have a longer memory from now on.

He glanced at the gangster leader who had completely collapsed, and said without hesitation: "As long as you return the money that you robbed my classmate to me, and then ask your boss to write a letter of guarantee that you will never go near the school again, this time I will give you money." Let's settle the matter."

When the ponies heard this, they were in trouble one after another.

The money they robbed has already been squandered by them, where can I get the dozens of dollars now?

The ponies dug out the things in their pockets, and together with a few bills handed over by the gangster leader, the total was only a dozen or so yuan.

"Brother, we only have this little money here, see if you can give it a few days, we have collected enough money to bring it to you..."

One of the pony boys begged for mercy pitifully, seeing that everyone couldn't come up with the money.

Fang Zhimo took the money casually, leaned over and tore off a piece of paper from his homework book, and threw it in front of the gangster.

"Write it, letter of guarantee."

The gangster looked up at him.

He didn't want to write a so-called letter of guarantee.

He never wrote any guarantee letter in school.

Today they have suffered more from this kid's hands than the combined 20 or [-] years he spent in the past.

"Can't write? Or don't want to write?"

Fang Zhimo saw the gangster's thoughts, and tapped the gangster's forehead with his fingertips, then slowly stroked his nose, and then slowly stroked his lips, looking at his fairly neat teeth, showing a feeling of emotionlessness. smile.

This smile is actually pretty, but the coldness in the dark eyes is shocking.

It was an air, a terrifying air that shouldn't come from a child.

During the exchange of eyes between the two sides, the gangster felt sweat slowly sliding down his forehead, dripping on his already soaked clothes.

He finally threw in the towel.

"Write, I will write."

Only then did the child's dark eyes narrow slightly, and he returned to his previous smiling expression.

He retracted his fingers, took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his fingertips without any trace.

The hooligan leader picked up the paper and pen on the ground, and on his knees, wrote down the words "Guarantee Letter" word by word.

——From today, I, Wang Shouhouer, and my brothers will never appear within the scope of the children's school again, will never ask for money from the passing people, and will never do similar behavior again. If there is any recurrence, Self-broken two front teeth.

Guarantor: xx

xx, xx, 1994.

There are a few bright red fingerprints stamped on the back of the guarantee letter, which are stamped by a few gangsters who bit their own fingers.

Fang Zhimo picked up the letter of guarantee, and when he touched the fresh red blood on it, his eyes suddenly blurred.

Again, that sudden dizziness.

Enduring his nausea, he handed the things to Uncle Duan, and waved his hand: "Okay, let's all go."

The gangsters stood up and left thankfully.

Just as they were about to disappear from sight, a deep voice came from behind: "Remember what you said."

The hearts of several people trembled, and they fled in all directions without daring to turn their heads.

Fang Zhimo watched the punks disappear from sight, feeling a little dizzy.

"What's wrong, Fang Xiaomo? Your complexion is a little pale."

Uncle Duan turned his head and saw Fang Zhimo's pale face, he was shocked.

"It's okay, Uncle Duan, put this thing away for me, if they dare to come back and make trouble for the students..."

"Don't worry, those good-for-nothings, even if you give them ten more guts, they won't set foot on the territory of the children's school again."

"Well. Thank you, Uncle Duan, don't tell my grandpa what happened today... By the way, there is also my dad."

"This kid. It's all right, don't worry, I'll take you back."

"Ah."

Fang Zhimo felt a little tired, so he simply put his head on Uncle Duan's shoulder, and let Uncle Duan and the others carry him back.

He was a little smaller than other children of the same age, and he didn't feel too heavy in his hands. Uncle Duan and the others carried the child back home like this, and no one noticed another little boy hidden in the alley. baby.

Cheng Du habitually pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked at the people going away, and suddenly felt a little immobile.

Fang Zhimo, is he... violent to others?

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