Cuiyu Hutong

Jiang Mo took a deep breath and walked out from the back kitchen.He slowly rolled up his sleeves, and walked steadily to the little gangster step by step.

The little gangster saw that under his rolled up cuffs was a tattoo of dragons and tigers, and he also shivered.

They are really just messing around, not on the road.But Jiang Mo's tattoo looks a bit similar to the awesome gang design from a few years ago.

The punks who were chewing gum didn't move their mouths, and suddenly they became a little trembling.They just take people's money and do things for them, and they don't think that they will really provoke people on the road.

Jiang Mo walked slowly in front of them, sneered, and said to the punks: "Brothers, what do you want to eat today? Just tell brother what you want to eat, and I invite you."

The punks were taken aback for a moment, but still stiffened their necks when they thought of the thick stack of banknotes.

In fact, Jiang Mo has no bottom in his heart.He got this tattoo when he was messing around outside in high school, followed a so-called big brother, and was forced to get it.

He was swollen for three days after getting the tattoo, and was beaten by the old uncle for two weeks, and he regretted it at that time.But now, he feels that it is good to have this thing, at least enough to bluff people.

Their small shop is located in Cuiyu Hutong, so they rarely encounter troubles.No matter how rambunctious it is, it's the kind of drunken looking for trouble, and there has never been such a small gangster deliberately.

To be honest, Jiang Mo doesn't know what to do now.He kept thinking in his mind, it would be great if Zhou Lianfeng was here.If Zhou Lianfeng was around, he would definitely have a perfect plan.It's just that my brain can't think of anything, so I can only scare these little bastards so reluctantly.

But the punks were like the end of a crossbow, still holding on, Jiang Mo couldn't tell whether they were afraid or not.

He took a deep breath and said, "Why don't we go outside and have a chat?"

The punks seemed to be given the steps, and hurriedly responded, "Okay."

Jiang Mo turned around and told Wen Yu: "You close the shop door after collecting the money, go back and look at my uncle, and no one will let in, remember?"

With teary eyes, Wen Yu nodded her head like a chicken pecking rice, turned around and knocked over the chili sauce on the table in a panic, tears fell to the ground again.

Jiang Mo glanced at it, sighed, but ignored it.

He smiled at the punks, and stretched his arms in the direction of the door.Before leaving, he picked up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the counter, and threw them to the gangsters.

He had a cigarette between his fingers and burned it between his fingers, but he didn't smoke it.When he met Zhou Lianfeng in high school, he quit smoking.Up to now, I don’t have any desire to smoke anymore. I keep these two packs of cigarettes because sometimes customers forget to bring cigarettes when they come to eat.

It's not a very good brand at all, but these little bastards smoke even worse on weekdays.Seeing the complete cigarettes, my eyes lit up, and I lit them one by one.

The street lamp in front of the Little Fly Restaurant was dim and yellow, and seemed to be a little broken, flickering every now and then.

Jiang Mo looked up at the street lamp, and at the group of punks spraying smoke in front of him, and suddenly felt sad and disgusting for no reason.

At that time, he should be like this, right?

At that time, he still remembered that he was smoking at the intersection, and the cigarette butt happened to flick on Zhou Lianfeng's shoes, which instantly burned a large area of ​​Zhou Lianfeng's pair of cross-hook sneakers worth 5000 yuan.

What did he say at that time, did he say to Zhou Lianfeng: "Yes!"

Then... was beaten up by Zhou Lianfeng.The beating soon turned into a sparring, and then a swarm of beatings turned into a gang fight.

Although Zhou Lianfeng was alone and his glasses were broken, he didn't suffer at all.Except for Jiang Mo, everyone else was covering this and that, screaming from the side.There was only one minced ginger left, and his eyes widened, a little puzzled——

Obviously he was the one who got the beating first, but why was he the least injured?He felt that he didn't hurt anywhere, everything was good, even if those violent fists fell on him, it was like itching, neither painful nor itchy.

Very weird.

The ashes of the burning cigarette suddenly landed on his fingertips, scalding him so much that he immediately regained his senses.

Looking around, he couldn't help shaking his head.Looking up again, he saw that Wen Yu should have finished collecting the money, and the three tables that had eaten in the store just now scattered and left, and he was a little relieved.

The shadow under the feet was dragged long and thin by the dim light.Jiang Mo moved twice, and saw that his arms were like pencils with nothing to wash his feet, randomly drawing the stains and dust on the ground.

He shook off the cigarette butt dust from his fingertips, extinguished the burnt cigarette butt against the wall on one side, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road.

The hooligans looked at him holding a cigarette all the time, but he was so reckless that he didn't smoke, and couldn't help asking: "You really have money to burn? Such a good cigarette, just to see a spark, and you won't even move your mouth." .”

Jiang Mo moved his bones and stretched his tendons.The movement seemed a little too big, and those little punks stared at his tattoos again in fright.

He hummed and said, "I quit."

The punks smacked their lips, but still couldn't help asking: "Brother, which way did you go? Why haven't I seen you before."

Jiang Mo's eyes were steady, too dark to write any scenery.He replied casually: "Well, I used to play, and now I quit."

But it was his two light words that made the punks even more frightened.They took people's money to do things for others, and they just lured Jiang Mo out for a while.

Jiang Mo dusted off the ashes that fell on his body, and asked again: "I don't think you guys are really drunk, or if I cook two dishes for you, it's considered a friend."

The punks didn't expect Jiang Mo to be such a good person, they whispered to each other a few times, but they still couldn't resist the temptation of the scent of vegetables in their nostrils: "Okay, thank you brother."

"You're welcome." Jiang Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and frowned again, "I don't think you are all bad boys, why do you have to come to my shop to make trouble?"

"Damn, it's just that I took money from an old woman, and I insisted on cheating you out for a while!" A little gangster couldn't hold back, and said the matter inadvertently.

Jiang Mo suddenly became nervous: "What old woman? What's going on?"

"How do we know!" The little bastard looked at each other, and said, "But we just heard the old woman talking about the house, and we didn't hear the rest clearly. But we have finished this matter now, and said Let’s talk.”

Jiang Mo suddenly had a loud bang in his head.

The old woman, the house, lured him out for a while... all of a sudden it all came together.

No wonder these little bastards went out as soon as they said it, and no wonder they didn't care whether they were really afraid of being smashed into the store, let alone call the police.It turned out that she didn't need any problems in her shop at all, she just wanted to distract herself for a while.

So, didn't she push herself away just to see the old uncle?

"Uncle!" Jiang Mo suddenly came to his senses, didn't pay attention to anything else, rushed straight into the store, and opened the thin curtain between the back kitchen and the bedroom.

His eyes were red, but what he saw was a scene that terrified him and made him feel cold all over——

His upper teeth were knocking his lower teeth, and his legs were a little weak.His hands were instantly numb, and cold sweat burst out along his forehead, neck, and spine.At that moment, he could only feel the bone-chilling cold.

But he couldn't think of anything, he just rushed forward, pushed his so-called mother away vigorously, hugged the old uncle's limp body and cried heartbreakingly: "Uncle!——"

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