Infinite script kill

Chapter 19 Apprenticeship
"Oh, okay, okay, thank you, thank you...hey!!!"

The old man was in a trance with his mobile phone in his hand. He looked back at Xu Tong, who was lying on the ground. Seeing this guy staring at him, he couldn't help but say, "You're 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, um... very peaceful.

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

Now the old man understood, two hands that had nowhere to put, picked up the broken cigarette stick on the ground, fell three times in front of Xu Tong's face, and finally slammed it on the table, venting the cigarette stick. Final stubbornness.

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

"Get out!" The old man curled his lips, almost throwing the sole of his shoe and hitting someone, and waved his hand to signal Xu Tong to get out of the way.

Seeing that the old man was really angry, it was still difficult to coax him, so he could only sit up from the ground: "Don't, old man, what you did just now was so amazing, I almost didn't catch my breath, look, look , the back of my head is swollen."

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

The old man was full of anger, but it could be seen that the back of his head was really swollen, but his heart was still tight.

Thinking about it too, just straight ahead, it seems easy, but ordinary people can't do it.

There is such an action in Peking Opera, which is called Zombie Fall. In addition to learning to unload, the more important thing is to overcome psychological fear, and the head can't be hooked up to the neck. It doesn't take five or six years of practice, and ordinary people can do it.

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

At this time, when he raised his nose, a familiar soy sauce smell melted into his nostrils, and he took a deep breath involuntarily: "That Lijia sauce pork on Democratic Street?"

"Hello, old man. Nose."

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

The old man who was watching was stunned for a moment, and his eyes were scrutinized on Xu Tong. He didn't know where this kid was hiding things.

In a blink of an eye, Xu Tong had already prepared the wine and meat, and even prepared chopsticks for the old man.

This time the old man understands even if he is a fool, this kid came prepared.

Looking at the cigarette stick on the table, he picked up the broken jade cigarette pot on the ground with a painful face, and threw it on the table.

Xu Tong's smile faded, and 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 his fingers a few times, and then threw it on the table: "You are taught by your wife, take it back and practice for a few more years."

"It's unfortunate that my master is in his [-]s this year, and he's been naked all his life. Where can he come from?"

The old man stretched out his hand to pick up the wine on the table, but after hearing this, he put down the wine glass again, looked at Xu Tong without a smile, and pointed to the yard: "Look at my yard, it's broken, All cats and dogs want to get in."

"If it's broken, no one will repair it. If you like it, I'll help you repair this yard."

Seeing that he didn't get in, old man Song lost his temper, and was about to drive people out with a dark face. .

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

Exaggerated acting skills, it's almost written on his face, if you don't agree, I'm going to touch porcelain.

The corner of Old Man Song's mouth twitched a few times, and he suddenly felt that his life for more than ten years had not been as ups and downs as today.

"Zhongzhongzhong... Stop making trouble, get up first, get up and talk about it!"

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

"I said hobby, do you believe it!"

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

"Letter!" Song old man nodded, this paper flower is not so good, but it took a lot of effort to do it to such an extent.

But he changed his voice: "But this thing can't be a hobby, paper makers have taboos for paper makers, I know that your young people like freshness, excitement, and pursuit of retro, but if you don't understand some things, don't come here. Join in the fun, or you will only harm others and yourself."

The old man Song urged earnestly and earnestly that he hoped this kid would listen to the advice and stop stepping into this ominous business.

He took a sip of wine and looked at the paper figurines in the house, with a gleam of water in his eyes, as if recalling that bad experience.

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

Xu Tong sat on the side and didn't speak, and waited for Old Man Song to drink four or five cups again, and after his mood gradually stabilized, he spoke slowly.

"Grandpa, 100 years ago we didn't have cakes, and we were always ridiculed by the West for not knowing what dessert is. Today, 100 years later, a young man named Zhou Yi, with the dough modeling technology handed down from our ancestors, resolutely broke into In the world's largest cake competition held in London, he became the recognized No. 1, and slapped those Westerners in the face."

Xu Tong's eyes were calm, but full of brilliance: "A craft should not be denied from history. It should be carried forward, inherited, and innovated, and a new path is the future."

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

The old man Song was startled, took the gold leaf in his hand, and couldn't help pondering for a long time.

tick tock...

The hammers on the clock rattled in the dimly lit room.

It was pitch-dark outside the yard, and every now and then there were the chirping of birds and the low chirping of wild cats.

I don't know how long it took, but only to hear the sound of "dong!", the hour hand has already pointed to the position of 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 didn't say anything, stood up and prepared to go out.

It was only when he walked to the door that Old Man Song squinted his eyes and said faintly, "Come early tomorrow and weed out the grass in the yard. There is a house next door, you should move in first."

"Um!!"

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

As he said that, he trotted away, and before leaving, he didn't forget to close the door to Old Man Song.

Seeing Xu Tong's departure, Old Man Song picked up his chopsticks, added a mouthful of soy sauce, and put it in his mouth to taste slowly.

In the dim old room, the clock rattled.

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

It wasn't until thirty days after drinking that Old Man Song subconsciously picked up the cigarette stick at hand, raised his legs, and looked at the house full of 'relatives'

"Okay, look, there is another descendant in our family."

After he finished speaking, a cold wind blew through the house, only to hear bursts of laughter from the house...

(End of this chapter)