Otherworldly Merchant

I was angry. I was ready to call the police when I pulled out my phone. Who knew, but Snow grabbed my phone back and blamed it for something. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. His father's death has something to do with you. Li Mazi often tells me about the cause and effect. You have killed people, which is because, if it is not properly resolved, you will always carry this cause. The longer the time, the greater the cause, and the worse the consequences will gradually come out. You will surely die. ”

I glanced at him like snow, and he just stood there and didn't hurt his back. What's in her head I don't know? I just wanted to open my eyes, see how I handled the pussy, find inspiration for the script.

Just for a script, push me into a fire pit. This woman is so obsessed.

“Yes, yes, this sister is right.” Non-mainstream connectivity nods.

“Fuck off, who's your sister? How old are you, little boy?” As the snow cursed.

“Sis, I listen to you, I listen to everything, you must help me. ”

“Well, my sister is not the type of person with the heart of the iron stone. It is not my style of doing things to see if I die or not. Even if I die in this matter, I have no regrets. I am not like some people, on the surface of the great shore, the Messenger of Justice, who is actually more virulent than anyone else...”

Where the hell is this? How can I be so poisonous in the blink of an eye?

If Snow is in love and curious, if I ignore it, she will definitely blend in, and if she ignites her torso, it will be troublesome. I'm counting on her to get Li Mazi back on her feet.

So I ended up barely answering for him: "Well, I promise you. But when it's done, by the rules, the cigarette gun is for me. ”

This is not mainstream, I don't know the value of the cigarette gun, I nodded without hesitation: "OK, OK, big cigarette gun for nothing. ”

I nodded, "Okay, let's go! Go to your house. ”

Li Mazi drinks and cries, plays with alcohol and madness in the store, dragging me away, must drink with him. I was worried about Li Mazi, so Rusheng stayed to take care of Li Mazi.

Although Rusheng really wanted to see me, she still cared about Li Mazi, hesitated a little, and finally promised to stay.

I got into the car with the non-mainstream, and I asked him to tell me more about his father's death in the car.

So he told me.

The old smoker had a preference for smoking since he was a kid, he was over sixty years old, because he had a strong smell of cigarettes and even caused a series of lung diseases, and his wife left him because of smoking.

Old smokers don't have a proper job, they help people fight small hands on weekdays, make some small money, and most of the money they make also buys tobacco leaves.

Nonmainstream said that old smokers actually smoked less ferociously at first, almost a packet a day. Later, however, in order to save money, he started using his ancestral cigarette gun to buy cigarette leaves for smoking.

But since then, the old cigarettes are like cursed. They don't leave their guns every day. They basically don't go out, they can't eat, they can't smoke, so instead of saving money, they waste all their money working in retail.

Smoking, lack of money for non-mainstream schools, coupled with non-mainstream influences by fathers, are also mixed daily in schools. Just drop out of school, then hang out with a bunch of gangsters, collect protection fees during the day, and soak up at the internet cafe at night.

He basically rarely goes home, probably once a week.

The day he came home, he realized that his door was closed and the lights in the room were off, and it felt strange that it was not mainstream, because it was precisely when my father smoked the most, why didn't he smoke today?

And when he walked into the living room, he noticed something was wrong. The room was filled with smoke and even intense scorch, accompanied by smelly flavors.

He was shocked and immediately began to look for the source of that strange smell, which was soon discovered from his father's bedroom.

When he finally opened his father's bedroom door, he was suddenly spooked by the scene.

On the lounger in the bedroom lay a dark, burnt-out 'man', judging it to be a man because he could barely recognize his hands and feet.

His body, crawling with rats and snakes, bite the five officials to bite the cripple, revealing the flesh inside. The water flowed down the lounge chair to the floor, soaking the floor.

Even though he had lost his breath, he still had the big cigarette gun in his hand. The smoke in the big cigarette gun was raised. The fire on him was ignited by Mars in the cigarette rod.

Fortunately, the fire was not great, it just burned a layer of skin outside and didn't burn to ashes.

Non-mainstream grief is, after all, the only family I have in the world. There was no money in the mainstream, so he buried his father in the grass, found a Taoist for a while, and buried a big cigarette gun with his father.

The mainstream was sad and lived in the old house. He was quite upset that if he was home, his father would not be burned alive by the smoke.

But something happened that night.

The non-mainstream sleeps in the bedroom, but suddenly smells like cigarettes and they smell fresh.

It seems strange that the smell of cigarettes in the room has dissipated since the death of the battered father. What's wrong with this unwarranted smell of cigarettes?

He finally climbed out of bed and snuck out to take a look at it. I didn't expect to see it that way.

In the room, a familiar big cigarette gun, sitting quietly on a lounge chair, raised the green cigarette and surrounded it straight up. And there seemed to be a man sitting on the lounger, shaking slightly.

You know, he's buried in his father's grave. How could he be here again? He immediately realized that his father might have come back.

Although he had feelings for his father, he was scared to learn that his ghost had returned. He hurried to burn his father's incense under the image, and as the cigarette in the big cigarette gun went out, he was relieved, knowing that it was the father he had sent away.

But in the second half of the night, he suddenly had a strange dream. He dreamed of his father, who was covered in coke and black, smoking while telling the non-mainstream, sending the non-mainstream to my antique shop, giving me 150 bucks, and he put the money in a locked drawer, saying it was my reward.

When I woke up out of the mainstream, I thought it was just a dream.

However, he finally opened his father's locked drawer curiously. At first glance, he almost didn't scare his soul away. There was a lot of change in the drawer. He counted it, exactly 150 yuan. He knew last night that his father was truly spiritual and did not dare to ignore his request, so he immediately sent the money to his father.

However, the situation did not improve as a result. Almost every night, the non-mainstream was awakened by the smell of cigarettes. After waking up, a large cigarette gun was seen smoking, and the loungers swayed gently, as if the father was still lying on the loungers smoking.

Although he buried the cigarette gun in his father's grave several times during the period, each time the big cigarette gun came back by itself.

During this time, his father also gave him several dreams. I told him in my dream that I could only go on smoking if I died of a cigarette stick.

That's why it's not mainstream to say that my father's death had something to do with me.

Because of his frequent passive 'second-hand smoking’ at night, he now has a smoking addiction, which he has been unable to control on several occasions, smoking with a cigarette gun secretly.

It was because of smoking that his body was rapidly weak until now he was skinny, his yellow face was thin, and he was becoming more and more like his father.

He was terrified that he would end up with his father. So even though he was gradually ‘addicted', he chose to restrain himself, until today, he felt really unable to restrain himself, as long as he didn't smoke for a while, he felt uncomfortable.

After that, the non-mainstream pulled out a cigarette, shook his hand, lit a cigarette and smoked it with great enjoyment.

I pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and said, "Smoke it, even if you knew you were going to die! ”

His face suddenly grew pale and his body shivered: “I... I really can't control myself, I really can't control myself. ”

“Bear with me.” I was angry, “said the man's husband." How can you start a family after you have no self-control at all? ”