On the stone slab under a charred giant tree in Yulong Village was a skinny, pale-faced, thin, white-bearded, holding a large drought tobacco in his hand, "Bang" and "Bang" the old man who was breathing in the clouds and mist. Every time he sucked in a mouthful of calcified tobacco, he would close his eyes very much and let the tobacco that had just been sucked into his lungs. After a long time, the waste cigarette that had seemed to have digested the essence was spit out from his mouth and nose, and then a smoke ring that gradually spreads from far to near in front of him.

At this time, a group of naughty children who like to watch this kind of mist have gathered around the old man. From time to time, they would secretly stuff some tobacco leaves stolen from somewhere that they didn't know where they were. I hope the old man could blow out the smoke rings that made them dazzled again.

"You wild calf, no wonder I said that there are fewer and fewer tobacco leaves in my house. It turns out that you are in love." The man who grabbed the child and respected the tobacco leaves in the old man's cigarette pot did not seem to dare to vent his anger on the old man who was already in his eighties in Yulong Mountain Village. He swallowed the words just now, and quickly picked up the wooden stick in his hand and began to chase the calf who was turning his elbow out.

"Who made the smoke rings you blow are not as good as Grandpa Mou Bao? If you can compare with Grandpa Mou Bao, I will naturally put tobacco leaves on your cigarette pot from someone else's cigarette bag."

The child's innocent words made the laughter around him. The calf's son became even more irritable. He could not stand his son scolding and humiliating himself in front of so many people. He had already pounced on him like a hungry tiger catching a lamb. Just as he was about to take off the little boy's pants and was about to do a few hard times, a loud voice sounded in his ears.

"Uncle Ear, you have the strength to beat your son. Why don't you help me clean up this snow bear and share a piece of snow bear meat later." Tongban jumped off Mou Bao Ayi in shame, walked over and picked up the calf, and took him to the house to burn hot water.

This man is called Erka, and everyone likes to call him Erka. When Uncle Erka saw the fat snow bear, he had already taken the sharp knife from Mou Bao Ayi's hand and rushed over. He liked these big animals very much. He felt that it was more powerful than peeking at white women. He always had to make him feel tired and work hard. Although he didn't have to often go to the mountains like Mou Bao Ayi, his life was barely enough. From time to time, there was a big piece of meat to beat tooth sacrifices. Compared with a wealthy family like Mou Bao Ayi, he was more than better than the lower ones.

The old man who just smoked big cigarettes was Mou Bao Ayi's biological grandfather. He seemed to have more interest in Gao Wenshan than the snow bear. The old man stared at Gao Wenshan with a cold and breathtaking look, making Gao Wenshan scared. When Gao Wenshan didn't react, the old man directly led Gao Wenshan into the house. However, when they came out again, Gao Wenshan put a chain on his hands and feet for many years, but had a dark chain of small arms as thick as a dark arm. In Gao Wenshan's eyes asking for help from Mou Bao Ayi, the old man locked him in the cattle shed next to him without hesitation, letting Gao Wenshan smack endlessly. After doing all this with satisfaction, the old man officially joined the audience who watched the ears killing the snow bear, and smoked the big cigarettes again. He never looked at the livestock he had just locked up.

Gao Wenshan is unable to say the pain now. Even himself is not sure to break the chain that he didn't know that ghost place to buy. Once he tried too hard, he didn't know what the ending would be. In this situation, he did not dare to gamble. In the battle of Lushigou, he had already lost all the chips at hand. Once he lost here, he had to bury this cheap life that might never be remembered here. He persistently wanted to find the conspirator who made him fall to the point of his current state, so he persistently believed that he must live in the present moment, living in the shadow of the person who made him lose everything, and let that person suffer such torture and torture as he is today, and he felt that as long as he lives, he would have such a chance.

"Grandpa, what are you doing? He is the guest I invited and he is sick."

The old man ignored Mou Bao's righteousness and said frankly, just took a sip of the drought tobacco, then spit the thick smoke in his mouth in front of his grandson, warning him that what Mou Bao's aged now is just like the smoke that the old man spits out. Everything is illusory, everything is fake, everything is with some purpose, and it is even more unreal.

The old man was familiar with the worldly style. When Gao Wenshan first walked to him, he found that there was something wrong with this man. His hair was too clean. A real beggar must have lice on his head. Gao Wenshan, from head to toe, did not find that blood-sucking monster on his head. The old man tentatively looked at his hands. It was a pair of calluses, and it was even a bit slender, which was more attractive than the hands of the old ladies in the village. Finally, from Gao Wenshan's intentional dodging eyes, the old man was even more sure that this man had a problem. It was not that outsiders were not welcome, but that people with slander and scheming who came with some ulterior motives.

Looking at people is not based on their eyes, but on their heart. This is a summary of the old man’s life experience that has been alive for the rest of his life.

"Damn it, which evil ghost did this? This blind bear's internal organs were so bad. I also hoped to take out some bear gall to show the old man a trick. It seems that there is no chance now." Uncle Ear's scream was a bit abrupt, and almost everyone heard it. The people involved in the hunting looked at the outsider who was locked up like a beast by the old man. Only then did they realize that this person was definitely not simple, and he was a good practitioner.

"The water is ready." When Tongban and Uncle Erduo's son came out with a basin of hot water together, the strange scene in front of them made them involuntarily look at Gao Wenshan who was locked by his grandfather. At the moment when Gao Wenshan showed his yin thorn and murderous intent, Tongban finally remembered the name of this person.

“Gao Wenshan.”

Gao Wenshan, who was discovered, ran up rampantly. The Naxi people around him rushed up. The moment Gao Wenshan was about to break the iron chain, a heart-wrenching pain rushed to his head. The force that reached his palm was like a stinky butt was about to break through the entrance hall. He held it back and vomited blood. The gathered energy suddenly flowed to the eight extraordinary meridians. Then a dizzy occupied his brain. His consciousness was lost in chaos. Since then, he has never been able to wake up again.

Since then, Mou Bao Ayi's family has an extra fool who is fighting for food with dogs. The fool dies not long after. I heard that the people in the village have erected a monument for him, which says Ergouzi, because his elder brother, Dagouzi, was bitten to death by him while fighting for a bone with him.
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