The big guys think I'm a male fox

Mu County is about 10 minutes away from Hongyuan's villa by car. This distance is not difficult for Bi Shou who knows magic. He can do tricks like shrinking the ground to an inch when he was a fox.

The shop where Hong Yuan bought Bi Shou’s lollipops was an individual department store that sold everything, and the owner obviously recognized Bi Shou who was outstanding in appearance, and greeted him from afar: “Hey, isn’t this Boss Chi’s? What do you want to buy? Uncle will give you a discount!"

Bi Shou swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "The sweet one... How much is it?"

"Going to buy candy again?" The department store owner responded quickly, and took out a handful of colorful candies from under the counter and sprinkled them on the counter, "Boss Chi is not here, let me pick and choose, uncle has a lot of candies here."

Bi Shou's eyes followed those colorful candies rolling on the counter. They all exuded various sweet smells, which made him intoxicated for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

Seeing him like this, the boss thought he was cute and ridiculous, and thought he was not messy enough, so he pulled a few more bags of toffee and put them on the clean glass counter: "Which one do you like?"

Bi Shou's eyes widened, lying on the counter, touching this and smelling that, not knowing how to choose.

"Choose slowly, don't rush." ​​The boss said, looking at the old and young who pushed the door and walked in.

The old man hunched over and dragged a boy who looked only eight or nine years old into the shop slowly.

The grandfather and grandson both wore old clothes that didn't fit well, and the color faded after washing, and the joints were patched with the same color fabric, which could be seen at a glance as embarrassment.

When the owner of the department store saw them, he put away the smiling face he had just shown at Bi Shou, raised his eyebrows, and said angrily, "What do you want to buy?"

Embarrassed, the old man nodded at him, and the creases on his face deepened when he smiled: "I want to buy an exercise book for my grandson."

"The exercise books are at the door, don't go inside."

"well."

The old man didn't care about the boss's contempt, and pulled the boy to choose carefully on the shelf at the door.

The boy supported the old man, his thin body stood upright, and he listened to the boss's words, and his face sank.

"Don't buy it." He said to the old man.

"Buy, how can I not buy..." The old man bent over and rummaged carefully, "The teacher said, I need to prepare some exercise books for homework. Take a look, what kind is the teacher talking about?"

The boy was silent, and pointed to the cheapest thin book on the shelf.

"This?" The old man tremblingly stretched out his hand to flip through the stack of thin light green exercise books, and asked the boy, "How many copies do you want to buy?"

Before the boy answered, the store owner yelled, "Hey, don't rummage if you don't buy it!"

He raised his head and glanced at the department store owner, his black eyes had a cold expression that didn't match his age.

Even Bi Shou, who was intoxicated by the candy at the counter, was startled by the drink, looked up at the boss in puzzlement, and then looked back at the grandpa and grandson.

"Buy, buy!" The old man seemed to be frightened, grabbed five or six exercise books and walked to the counter, "We'll just buy these."

"Two copies for one yuan, a total of three yuan." The boss glanced lightly and said.

The old man hastily took out a small bundle wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, opened it, and found that it was full of change notes he had saved.

He carefully picked out a few of them, counted them clearly, exactly three yuan, and solemnly handed them over to the boss.

"It's so dirty..." The owner of the department store didn't want to reach out to pick it up, with a look of contempt on his face, "No dime!"

"You..." The old man gritted his teeth and searched in his small package again, but several times in succession, the store owner refused to accept it on the grounds that the money was too poor.

The boy stepped forward, put away the old man's hard-earned money, rewrapped it and returned it to him, and gave the boss behind the counter a hard look.

"What are you looking at, little bastard!" The store owner, a strong man in the north who is only 1.8 meters tall and has a big shoulder and a round waist, was shocked by the child's back, and couldn't help cursing, "You two can't even afford a broken book, Just don't fucking keep coming to Lao Tzu's shop, the customers will be smoked away by you two scavengers, bad luck!"

The old man's face turned blue from being scolded, and he opened his mouth, but trembling, he couldn't say anything. The boy protected the old man behind him, clutching the steel piece he picked up somewhere, and looked at the shop owner with even more sinister eyes. .

"boom!"

With a muffled sound, the glass counter in front of the boss suddenly shattered, and the three arguing all looked at Bi Shou who had been sticking to the glass of the counter to pick candies just now.

Bi Shou's fist was still dripping with blood, and he looked at his hand in disbelief, as if he wasn't the one who broke the glass just now.

Ignoring the pain, he raised his head the next moment, stared at the boss and said loudly, "You are too bullying!"

"I thought you were a good person in vain! You are so, so annoying!"

He complained, rubbed the blood on his hands on his clothes casually, walked to the shelf where the exercise books were placed, grabbed a thick stack of each, walked towards the counter with the notebooks in his arms, and rushed to the boss. Lifting his small chin, he instructed, "Put it all together!"

Maybe he was overwhelmed by Bishou's violent behavior, or maybe he didn't want to offend Boss Chi behind him. The boss put on a livid face and reached out to help Bishou fill his notebook with two plastic bags.

"I bought it for them!" Bi Shou pouted, still angry.

The boss roughly estimated the price: "Give me two hundred."

Bi Shou first gave the plastic bag full of notebooks to his grandpa and grandson, and then lavishly dug out his own pocket—only 20 yuan was in it.

He and his boss were silent for a few seconds in awkward silence.

Shop owner: "Will it be recorded in Boss Chi's account?"

Bi Shou: "Ah, yes! You go ask him for money!"

After that, he squatted down and whispered to the boy: "This boss is a bad guy, you don't want to come here in the future, so many books should be enough for you, right?"

The boy looked at him silently, without answering.

"It's not okay, it's not okay, we can't take what you bought." Tears flickered in the old man's cloudy eyes, he wiped them away with the back of his hand, and grabbed Bi Shou's wrist forcefully, "Young man, thank you, But we can't have it."

Bi Shou: "Why?"

With his uninjured left hand, he pushed aside the forehead hair that covered the old man's eyes, gently wiped away the water stains from the corners of his eyes, and looked at him suspiciously: "Don't you want the book? Do you want your grandson to take it back?" okay?"

His eyes were too clean and straightforward, without any worries, as if he was talking about something that should be taken for granted, but he actually stopped the old man.

"Ah, that's right!" Without waiting for the old man to answer, Bi Shou jumped up again, rummaged through the shards of glass that he smashed just now, found three lollipops, and raised his chin at the boss indifferently, "These are also recorded in Boss Chi's account!"

He quickly peeled off the wrapping paper of one of the lollipops, stuffed it into his mouth intoxicated, and gave the other two generously to his grandfather and grandson.

"Eat, eat and see..." He urged the two of them with his eyes, "It's delicious! It's very sweet!"

The old man took the candies and handed both to his grandson.

The boy didn't take it, but looked at him warily.

"Can't peel?" Bi Shou puffed up the cheeks that were propped up by the candy, and foolishly took the candy back, peeled them all off in one go, and fed the lollipop to the grandfather and grandson affectionately mouth.

"Isn't it sweet?" He laughed, his eyes were curved and bright, as if someone had broken the sunlight and sprinkled it into his eyes.

And the owner of the department store behind him has already called Hongyuan's mobile phone to complain.

"Yes, the counter was broken, and a lot of things were bought and charged to your account. Yes, the other person is still in my store."