Chapter 137 Bad Omen(2/2)
The group of people's movements froze for an instant, and there was obvious hesitation.
It seems that they are not fearless masters, and they are also afraid of leaving any clues.
The big tiger brother also stopped and frowned slightly, seeming to be hesitating about something.
While they were hesitating, I quickly took out some money and quietly handed it to Brother Big Tiger's hand. Then I took out a packet of Huazi and ordered it for Brother Big Tiger with a smile.
He said with an apologetic smile: "Oh, brother, what a misunderstanding. I just happened to ride in their police car last time, and I am not from the police station. Well, I will give them a good talk later, what do you think?"
Seeing that I had a good attitude, Big Tiger's expression became relieved.
He took a deep breath of Huazi and looked intoxicated.
His attitude toward me immediately changed 180 degrees, and he patted me on the shoulder gently: "Hahaha, the young man is a smart man. Young people, those who understand current affairs are heroes. If you are stubborn, you will be wrong next time.
Don’t blame us for being rude.”
I had an apologetic smile on my face.
I have no idea what happened between them, I'm just an innocent person.
It was not easy to get these gangsters away.
It’s really hard to go out today.
When I arrived, I was robbed and threatened.
It scared me just now. I thought the Ye family wanted to deal with me.
I lost some money, but I didn't take it seriously, just treating it as a loss of money to eliminate disaster.
As for Li Zeyu, Lin Guanghui and the others, I had to wait until he got off work to talk to him.
It is up to them to deal with their internal conflicts.
Because of what just happened, I was on tenterhooks all the way. When I took the bus, I was worried that someone would grab the steering wheel. So I sat close to the driver.
Fortunately, the journey was relatively peaceful and we didn't encounter anything else.
I took a circuitous route and came to the blind man's home.
I stopped at a small hill not far from the blind man's house, and then took out another apple from my backpack.
He took out three more sticks and burned them.
Respectfully place the apples at the intersection of the three spices.
Then he took out a piece of yellow paper, folded it four times, then tore off the corners, then tore a small slit in the middle, and then unfolded it again to look like a simple paper man.
Ahem, this little paper man looks rougher than those made by blind men and hunchbacks!
I still remember that when I first saw the hunchback making little paper figures, I felt a lot of contempt in my heart!
At that time, I couldn't help but laugh at them. I couldn't appreciate their art.
Now it seems that I still don’t understand the craftsmanship of this industry.
If the blind man and the hunchback are bad at their craftsmanship, then I am not even as good as a bad guy!
Of course, those little paper figures grandpa cut are very delicate and look much better.
Looking at this little paper man I made, it’s a bit eye-catching.
However, as the saying goes, it doesn’t matter if the mountain is high, if there are immortals, it will be spiritual! If the water is not deep, if there are dragons, it will be spiritual! It doesn’t matter whether the paper figures look good or not, as long as they can be used!
Chapter completed!