Thank you for talking.

It looks like it's getting early because of the snowy light. It's almost the end of the year, and many people have bought chickens to feed them. The crowing of chickens is several times more than before. There are chickens crowing everywhere, and there are some scenes of bumper harvest and snow. Xiangzi didn't sleep well all night After midnight, he endured a few naps, in a daze, like sleeping, like floating on the water, and his heart was uneasy. The more he sleeps, the colder he gets. When he heard the cock crowing outside, he really couldn't hold on. Unwilling to disturb Lao Cheng, he curled his legs, covered his mouth with a quilt and coughed, but he was afraid to get up. Hold on, wait, I'm in a hurry Very easy to wait until dawn, the street with the sound of carriage wheels and drivers, he sat up. It was cold when sitting. He stood up, buttoned up, opened the door a little and looked out. The snow is not that thick, and it stopped at about midnight; It seems to be clearing up, but it's gray and I can't see it clearly. Even snow has a light gray shadow. He saw the big footprints left last night at a glance. Although they were buried in the snow, he saw the pit.

One is to have something to do, and the other is to eliminate traces. Without saying a word, he touched the broom in the corner to sweep the snow. It's snowing hard to sweep. He couldn't find a big bamboo broom at that time. He bent down and scraped hard. The upper floor was swept away, leaving some snow grains on the ground, which seemed to seize the land. Straightened up twice, swept the whole outer yard, and piled the snow under two small willows. He feels a little sweaty, warm and relaxed. He stamped his foot and exhaled a long white breath.

Go into the room and put the broom back. He wants to pack his bags. Old Cheng woke up, yawned, and began to speak before his mouth was ready. "It's late, isn't it?" The tone is complicated. With that, he wiped his tears and took out a cigarette from his leather bag. After smoking two cigarettes, he was wide awake and understood. "Xiangzi, don't go yet!

Let's have a cup of tea and I'll get some boiled water. One night is enough for you! "

"shall I go?" Xiangzi also said hello. However, as soon as he said it, he remembered the horror of last night, and his heart suddenly became a mess.

"no; I'll go! I have to treat you! " As he spoke, Lao Cheng quickly put on his clothes, but his buttons were not buttoned properly. He just put one on the broken fur coat and ran out with a cigarette in his mouth: "Drink! Did you clean the yard? You really succeeded! Please please! "

Xiangzi was a little happier.

After a while, Lao Cheng came back with two bowls of sweet porridge, and I don't know how many horseshoe biscuits and small coke fried ghosts. "There is no tea, drink some porridge first, come and eat; If it is not enough, buy it again; Without money, we can get credit; A coolie, that is, no shortage of mouths, come! "

It was completely dawn, and the room was empty and bright. Two people holding a bowl to drink, make a big, sweet sound. Nobody said anything, but ate the sesame oil ghost in one breath.

"How?" Lao Cheng is picking sesame seeds through his teeth.

"It's time to go!" Xiangzi looked at the bedroll on the ground.

"Tell me, I still don't understand what happened!" Old Cheng handed Xiangzi a cigarette, and Xiangzi shook his head.

Xiangzi thought about it, but he was embarrassed not to tell Lao Cheng everything. He stammered the story of last night, which was laborious, but not incomplete.

Old Cheng left his mouth for a long time, as if he wanted to taste something. "In my opinion, you'd better go to Mr. Cao. Things can't be left casually, and money can't be lost casually!

Didn't you just say that Mr. Cao told you to run if things were bad? So, you get out of the car and let the detective block it. Who is to blame? It's not that you are disloyal, it's that things are so bad that you have to mind your own life first! There is nothing wrong with teaching me. You go, find Mr. Cao and tell him everything. I don't think he can blame you, and he just lost your money!

Go ahead, put the bedding here and go to him early. The day is short, it's eight o'clock as soon as the sun comes out, so let's go! "

Xiangzi felt a little sorry for Mr. Cao, but what Lao Cheng said was also very reasonable-how could a detective stop himself with a gun and control the Cao family?

"Let's go!" Old routine and urged a sentence. "I think you were a little around last night; In an emergency, no one can lose his mind. I'll give you a good suggestion now. I am older than you, and I have been going through something. Let's go, isn't this the sun? "