Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

After listening to Zhao Wusheng's narration, I suddenly felt very speechless.After having two legs crippled, I still feel very moved. What kind of mental illness is this?

Zhao Wusheng seemed to understand what I was thinking, and said with a smile: "If your life is hanging by a thread, when you thought you were going to die, you are suddenly told that you only need to lose a pair of legs, and you can continue to live. Presumably you will be the same as him. "

I was silent, trying to imagine such a scene, but after all, I didn't have such an experience, so I couldn't empathize.

In this short period of time, Zhang Yujie finished gnawing the pig's trotters again, clamoring for the pig's large intestine.I murmured: "They are born from the same root, so why rush each other!"

Zhao Wusheng and Zhang Yujie said together: "What?"

Only then did I realize that both of them thought I was talking about them, and couldn't help laughing.But who am I talking about?I can't say it myself, I just express my feelings.

I rummaged through several lunch boxes in a row before I found the pig intestines. Since they were in pieces, I had to keep feeding Zhang Yujie.Later, I got annoyed and asked him to open his mouth, lifted the lunch box and poured it down his mouth.

My hands were getting oily, and my instinctive reaction was to rub my hands in the medicine pool.Zhang Yujie glanced at me and said, "Disgusting!"

I let out a "chi" laugh: "It's more disgusting than you? Pig intestines are containers for poop."

Zhao Wusheng stood outside the pool and smiled softly, looking at us tenderly.He really is the most approachable big brother I have ever met.

After a while, Zhang Yujie swept away more than half of the things Zhao Wusheng brought, and he couldn't eat anymore, so he said, "Zhou Ming, don't just look at it, eat some too."

I:"……"

Later, I frowned and ate some pig ears. I thought it was pretty good, my appetite whetted, and I ate some other things in succession. I also ate a few pieces of pig intestines, and I yelled "Hello!"

These kinds of pig offal are fat but not greasy, thin but not woody. They are really good. Even people like me who don't like meat have eaten a lot of them for the first time.

It was later learned that Zhao Wusheng sent someone to invite the best chef in Xinxiang City to cook these dishes, just to reward the injured Zhang Yujie.

Seeing that I ate a lot, Zhang Yujie became anxious again: "Why do you eat so much?"