Infinite Script Killing

"Oh, okay, okay, thank you, thank you... eh!!!"

The old man held his cell phone and was in a trance for a moment. He looked back at Xu Tong who was lying on the ground. Seeing this guy staring at him, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Are you not dead?"

"I think... I can still save it!"

After Xu Tong finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and crossed his hands on his chest. Well... very peaceful.

"Hey, you bastard who beat that egg, you deceived your uncle Song's head!!"

Now the old man understood. With two hands that had no place to rest, he picked up the broken cigarette stick on the ground, raised and dropped it three times in front of Xu Tong's face, and finally hit it hard on the table, venting his anger on the cigarette stick. The final stubbornness.

Xu Tong raised one eyelid and said with a smile: "Isn't this going to add some valuable life experience to you, old man?"

"Get out!" The old man curled his lips and was so angry that he almost threw the soles of his shoes and hit someone. He waved his hand to signal Xu Tong to get out of here.

Seeing that the old man was really angry and the kind that was hard to coax, he could only sit up from the ground: "No, old man, what you did just now was so amazing that I almost couldn't breathe. Look, look. , the back of my head was swollen."

He opened his collar and turned his head to show the old man.

The old man was very angry, but it was obvious that the back of his head was really swollen, but he still felt nervous, and with a touch of his hand, he was thrown out of the big bag.

Thinking about it, it seems easy to push straight through just now, but most people can't do it.

There is such a move in Peking Opera, called the Zombie Throw. In addition to learning to release the force, the more important thing is to overcome psychological fear. The head cannot be hooked up to the neck. It does not take five or six years of practice, and no ordinary person can do it.

Looking at the bag on Xu Tong's head again, the old man's anger disappeared and he thought to himself: "Could it be that I really scared people?"

At this time, he raised his nose, and a strong and familiar fragrance of sauce blended into his nasal cavity. He took a deep breath unconsciously: "That Li's Sauce Pork on Minzhu Street?"

"Sir, you have a good nose."

Xu Tong turned around, took out the sauce meat that he had prepared earlier, put it on the table, and took out two bottles of wine.

The old man was stunned for a moment, looking up and down Xu Tong's body. He didn't know where this kid had hidden the things, and why he didn't show any smell at all just now.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Tong had laid out the food and wine, and even prepared chopsticks for the old man.

Now even a fool can understand that the old man came prepared.

He looked at the smoking pole on the table, picked up the broken jade smoking pot on the ground with a pained expression, threw it on the table, and said angrily: "Say it, and don't beat around the bush."

The smile on Xu Tong's face faded, he took out the paper flower he made and presented it to the old man: "Look, I made this."

The old man raised his eyebrows, took the paper flower in his hand, rubbed it with his fingers a few times, and then threw it on the table: "This is what your teacher taught you, take it back and practice for a few more years."

"It's no coincidence. My master is over eighty this year and will be naked for the rest of his life. Where can he find a master wife?"

The old man originally reached out to pick up the wine on the table, but after hearing this, he put the glass down again. He looked at Xu Tong with a sly smile and pointed at the yard: "Look at my yard, it's broken. All cats and dogs want to get in."

"It's broken, but no one has repaired it. If you like it, I can help you repair the yard."

Seeing that he looked like he was indifferent, Old Man Song lost his temper and was about to drive the person out with a dark face. .

Xu Tong suddenly covered his head and sat down on the ground: "Ouch, no, why don't you call 120 first? I'll have a severe headache... Ouch..."

The exaggerated acting skills are all written on his face. If you don't agree, I will be in trouble.

The corner of Old Man Song's mouth twitched a few times, and he suddenly felt that his life in the past ten years had never been as ups and downs as it is today.

"Zhongzhongzhong... stop making trouble, get up first, and then talk after you get up!"

Old Man Song stretched out his hand to pull him up, drank a glass of wine to calm down, and then picked up the paper man on the table again: "These are skills that are about to be eliminated. Why are you learning this at such a young age?"

"I said I love it, do you believe it?"

Xu Tong raised his head and looked at Old Man Song seriously.

"Letter!" Old Man Song nodded. This paper flower was made in general, but it took a lot of effort to achieve it to this extent.

But his voice changed: "But this thing cannot be treated as a hobby. Paper-making people have taboos about paper-making people. I know that young people like you today like novelty, looking for excitement, and pursuing retro. But there are some things you don't understand, so don't come here." Join in the fun, otherwise you will only harm others and yourself."

Old Man Song warned with sincerity, hoping that this boy would listen and stop entering this unknown business.

He took a sip of wine and looked at the paper figures in the room, with a glimmer of water in his eyes, as if he was recalling that bad experience.

I don't know if it was because his mood was really ups and downs today, which made Old Man Song a little unstable. He drank a few glasses of wine, and his face was full of melancholy.

Xu Tong sat aside and said nothing, waiting for Old Man Song to drink four or five more drinks and his mood gradually stabilized before he spoke slowly.

"Old man, a hundred years ago we didn't have cakes, and the West always laughed at us for not knowing what desserts are. Today, a hundred years later, a young man named Zhou Yi, with the dough shaping skills passed down from our ancestors, resolutely I broke into the world of cakes and became recognized as the first person in the world's largest cake competition held in London, slapping those Westerners in the face."

Xu Tong's eyes were calm, but full of light: "A craft should not be denied based on history. Carrying forward, inheriting, innovating, and taking a new path is the future."

As he said that, he took out a piece of gold foil and put it in front of Old Man Song: "Look, if we replace the paper with gold, wouldn't what we create be a work of art?"

Old Man Song was startled, took the gold foil in his hand, and couldn't help but ponder for a long time.

Tick ​​tock tick…

The hammers of the clock ticked in the dim room.

It was pitch dark outside the yard, with the chirping of birds and the low calls of wild cats coming from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, but I heard a "boom!" and the hour hand was already pointing at nine o'clock.

"Go back!"

Old Man Song put down the gold foil in his hand: "It's getting late, go back early."

Hearing this, Xu Tong's expression darkened, but he said nothing more and stood up to walk out.

It was only when he walked to the door that he heard Old Man Song squinting his eyes and saying quietly: "Come early tomorrow and weed the yard. There is a house next door. You can move in first."

"Um!!"

Xu Tong was really surprised this time. He looked back at Old Man Song and saw that he was smiling without saying a word with his eyes narrowed. A smile finally appeared on his face: "Okay!"

After saying that, he trotted away, not forgetting to close the door for Old Man Song before leaving.

Watching Xu Tong leave, Old Man Song picked up his chopsticks, added some soy sauce meat, put it in his mouth and tasted it slowly.

In the dark old house, the clock ticked.

Except for Old Man Song who was drinking, everything in the room seemed to be frozen there.

It wasn't until he was over thirty after drinking that Old Man Song subconsciously picked up the cigarette rod at hand, crossed his legs, and looked at the "relatives" in the room.

"Okay, look, our family has another descendant."

After saying this, a cold wind blew through the house, and bursts of laughter could be heard coming from the house...