Meng Qiu’s night is mixed with chills, the moonlight is hazy with frost, and the lovesickness in the night charm, jumping under the moonlight, always makes people palpitate.
“Spray—chick!”
In the cold night, the gambling shivered and got up all over. Tonight, it was another unlucky night for him. He had just collapsed from the gaming table and looked haggard. His eyes were flaming with gold stars, but now they have become bleak, like two panda eyes.
“Toot–Toot–” Rotten Gamble Ming pushed onto the motorcycle and touched the house dejectedly.
In the flickering, a voice came out on the side of the road, “Boss, can I borrow a hand and take a ride?”
At this time, the gambler discovered that there was an old man in white on the side of the road he had just passed by, “Where are you going, I won’t be on the way!” The gambler was helplessly perfunctory.
“I want to go to Tianchi, but I haven’t seen other cars…”
“No way, no way!” I haven’t waited yet. After the old man finished speaking, the gambling would obviously postpone it angrily.
“I can count back your fare, right!”
When I heard that there was a profit, I was enthusiastic about gambling. , He pretended to be reluctant and said: “It costs at least 50 yuan to go from here!”
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The old man seemed to hesitate, and then said, “Okay. Well, 50 is 50. Who told me to ask for help.”
When a bad bet is going to get on the bus and wondering if the old man has money in his possession, just if there is no money. It was no use. When he was about to ask, the old man didn’t know when he had already sat down. He didn’t even see how the old man came over. However, he turned around and thought that even if the old man had no money, he would go to his house to ask for it. Anyway, he agreed and couldn’t rely on the bill, or he would drop in by himself and couldn’t make a few intersections, so he thought about it and stepped on it. Throttle, the car is on the road.
On the road, the moonlight is dim, the trees are whirling, the shadows on the ground are swaying, and the night frost that is betting on the face makes the gambling bet a cold war. There is no one on the road, no star in the sky, no car Uploaded with a worried heart.
“Here, get off ahead!” A grim word came from behind the rotten gambling Ming, www.guidaye.com as if the sound had just come out of the ice cellar.
The bad gambling stopped clearly. Just looking back, I saw that the old man was already walking on the mountain road. He hurriedly got out of the car and said, “Hey, old man, you haven’t paid yet!”
The old man seemed to realize something, but he was a little embarrassed. He took out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and took it with his hand. He turned the bill a few times in front of the car lights and wiped it. Wipe Chairman Mao’s avatar