"Empress, the wind and waves are too big..."

New firecrackers sounded from time to time outside. Li Fan was chewing chicken feet, with a few bottles of Qingdao beer and some peanuts in front of him, staring at the small screen in front.

"Hahaha, fortunately these two pussys are still there on the first night of the New Year, otherwise his sister would have to suffocate the Spring Festival Gala!"

There is a peaceful and festive Spring Festival Gala on the screen, and Li Fan basically watches every year. He sometimes laughs at himself: he doesn't have money to watch movies that cost 50 or 60 yuan, and he doesn't have money to join Deyun Club, which costs hundreds of yuan, but I have Spring Festival Gala every year! The wrists inside are much bigger than movies and crosstalk.

This year's CCTV Spring Festival Gala was so stupid that I turned to the tomato station. I didn't expect to see two crosstalks with two pussys. I was so funny that I put the remote control in my hand.

"Where have you heard of turmoil in the sea..."

"That's Nezha, not a tutor!"

"...Where is the one holding Qiankun silk in one hand and the other holding Huntian Circle in the other."

"It's messed up..."

"puff!"

The wine from Li Fan's mouth squirted out and splashed on the table.

"When it comes to rebellious bones, there is a piece behind my head! However, this kind of superstitious saying of bones seems extremely absurd in modern science!" Li Fan reached out and stroked the occipital bone on the back of his head. The bones with the horn arches were obviously different from those of ordinary people.

Because his brain has a rebellious bone and strange shape, he often laughed at his peers when he was young.

The crosstalk finally ended with the sound of firecrackers from Xu Jiu welcoming the new year, and Li Fan felt quite impressed.

"Nezha's bones are cut back to his father, and his mother is cut back to his mother. The filial son who was originally affectionate and righteous was forced to become a rebellious boy by his own father. He had a tragic life!... Alas, no matter how miserable it is, it is better than me, a fatherless person. If you want to rebelliously, no one will rebel against me."

Since he became sensible, he has picked up paper from garbage and thieves, and has never seen his parents every day. He has never seen his parents bullied by other children, or whenever he sees other children hiding in their parents' arms, he is full of envy.

Every year during the Spring Festival, he does not feel the festive atmosphere and the joy of reunion like others, because he is the only one in the family.

Therefore, he envied other people's families and beauty the most. Li Fan gritted his teeth for those who had parents, brothers and sisters but did not cherish them, especially those who were rebellious.

"Hehe, it's too New Year, why do I feel sour? Bah, bah, bah..." He snorted to the side, symbolizing the bad thoughts. "I'll make a wish while the new year is coming."

He gusted and drank a word of mouth wine, his brain was writing the manuscript, wondering what wish should he make?

"Boom boom boom!"

At this moment, a firework suddenly rushed out of the window, sending out gorgeous patterns, shining for a long time.

Li Fan silently said to the red light in the sky: "I hope Li Fan can complete my studies smoothly, and I hope that all parents in the world will be safe, healthy and live a long life."

He hesitated for a moment, and then said the last sentence in a stutter.

"The wine and food are cold, and I drink it almost the same. I go out for a walk. During the Chinese New Year, I stay alone in this place is so sad. Life is short, even if it is dense and desolate, I have to find some happiness from it to live and nourish myself."

He took a garbage bag, swept the chicken bones, wine bottles and other garbage on his body into it, took a cover of the newspaper, and carried the garbage out.

Whoosh!

"Empress, the wind is too strong." As soon as Li Fan opened the door, the wind blew over his face like a knife.

Over the city, from time to time, the brilliant fireworks rising into the sky, and the rumbling sound continued.

But the street is much deserted and empty, and there are no cars passing by for a while.

"Brother, come and have a circle. For the New Year, try your luck."

Under the street light at the intersection, an old man squatted on the ground, holding a pile of rubber-made round covers in his hand, and waved to Li Fan.

"During the New Year, there are still people doing business.

Under the light, colorful clay statues and various prizes are placed in an orderly manner, including mobile phones, MP3s, etc. The styles look very old, and the price is up to two or three hundred yuan.

Two or three meters away from the stall, there is a white line drawn.

The rule is: if a person stands outside the white line, he will trap whatever he throws, and that thing belongs to you.

When Li Fan was a child, he often watched others play with enviousness. When he threw one of them, he stretched his neck and stared at them on tiptoe, saying "It's so stupid! If I want to change to me, I've already had ten or eight!"

"How much does a set cost?"

"piece."

"Okay, come ten."

Li Fan was not very interested in things on the ground. He saw the old man setting up a stall alone during the New Year, and felt empathy and sympathy.

The old man was particularly happy and hurriedly counted ten sets and handed them to him.

He pointed to the white line and said warmly: "You can step on the white line without getting too far away." It is obvious that he also wanted Li Fan to have a good intention because of the Chinese New Year.

"Okay, okay, thank you uncle." Li Fan put his toes on the white line and glanced at the prizes.

The most expensive one is the mobile phone with very old packaging boxes, and then the MP3. Li Fan doesn't need this thing. Because Li Fan usually doesn't make a few people call, he also has a mobile phone in his hand. Moreover, this is the other party's core product, and the probability of throwing it is very weak.

His eyes fell on a small colorful clay statue, a child wearing a bellyband holding a weapon that looked like a ribbon.

"Nezha!"

I happened to hear the two funny guys say "Why not ask the sea to make trouble?" I have a happy and good mood and have a deep fate, so I just want it.

He straightened his waist, stretched out his arms and looked at the little clay man.

The old man said, "Young man, wait. Are you going to trap a villain?"

"What's the problem?"

The old man glanced at the back of his head, coughed dryly, and said, "You can throw this away, but you can't throw it away!"

"If you want to throw it away, it's not possible. But if you get stuck, you must."

"Nonsense, of course I want to get the trap!" Li Fan thought the old man kindly wanted to give him a big gift, and hinted that he would go to the phone and MP3 to continue to target the "little Nezha".

One. Failed!

Two, missed!

...

I kept trapping until the ninth one, but I didn't win.

During his trap, for some reason, the old man was nervous and inexplicably staring at the position where the trap fell, without blinking, as if he was reluctant to see the little man he was trapped. He saw that he was thrown to the ninth one and failed, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why are you so lucky?"

"Nezha" is not too far away, but either passes by or hits it on the body and bounces out.

"I don't believe in evil in the New Year!"

Li Fan held his breath and calmed down, focused his whole body, his eyes narrowed to a little, and he stared at the head of the little portrait.

Throw it hard!

"I've won! Hahaha!"

But I saw that the round sleeve of the hand was accurately placed on the little man's body and hung it firmly.

"Good luck to open the door! I have a good intention for the New Year."

Xiao Ni Cier is probably worth less than ten yuan, but after a lot of ups and downs, he achieved success, which made Li Fan feel full of accomplishment.

The old man was stunned. After a while, he scratched his head and picked up the "Nezha" and came to him: "Since you put it on, you can't regret it. You must take the things."

"Of course! I'm trapped, I'm still polite to you." Li Fan took the small clay statue and his attitude towards the old man was a little puzzled.

Li Fan looked carefully. The two weapons of Nezha were carved with exquisite and beautiful patterns on them. You can't say that the carvings of this clay sculpture are really exquisite and lifelike.

"Turn your head around!"

"What are you doing?" Li Fan was puzzled by the old man's request, but turned around.

"I want you a hair!" The old man pulled down a hair, then wrapped it behind Xiao Ni'er's head. He didn't know what method he used to rub his hair twice and disappeared on the little man.

"Give it to you!" The old man looked at Li Fan with a complicated expression: "I persuaded you before, but you didn't listen. Now you have this little man trapped, you have to take it even if you want it even if you don't want it even if you don't!"

Li Fan was confused and didn't know what was going on.

Fireworks were blooming in the air not far away, and Li Fan had an inexplicable feeling, just a doll, but it felt like something big would happen.

The old man turned around to clean up the things on the ground, and it seemed that he planned to close the stall and go home.

Li Fan held the little clay man in his hand and stopped staying, and walked towards the other side.

The old man turned around to clean up the things on the ground, and it seemed that he planned to close the stall and go home.

Li Fan held the little clay man in his hand and stopped staying, and walked towards the other side.

Papa! Li Fan seemed to hear the bones and joints on the back of his head, like stir-fried beans, emitting waves of vibration, and a touch of tear, as if something was drilling in.

He touched it back and there was nothing!

Immediately, he was a little scared: "Isn't it a Chinese New Year that I'm going to be evil?"

He turned around and suddenly found that behind him, the old man was setting up a stall empty and there was no figure.

It took only a few minutes since leaving the stall. No matter how fast the old man was, he could not walk away in the blink of an eye.

“What happened tonight was a bit weird.”

Walking around the streets, a city without people is really boring.
To be continued...