Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

The girl leaned on her waist and looked very capable. The old woman standing opposite her should be the matchmaker. Eight, one, Chinese website, WWW. 81ＺW. Com

"What kind of man are you plugging me!" Said the girl arrogantly, and a dialect was spoken in her mouth, "there is no cow in the family, no land, no house to buy, no job, and It's so stuffy like a gourd. A few sticks can't make a fart, isn't it dumb! Are you deliberately correcting me? "

The matchmaker was anxious when she heard the girl ’s words, and said quickly, “Oh, girl, what are you talking about! I ’m a bad wife, what are you doing! Only a man who is silent is going to do big things It ’s an honest man, you know? Which girl does n’t want to marry an honest man! Hey, there ’s also, I heard that this man still paints and does art, know? ”

The girl heard the words, her eyes lighted, and she seemed to be attracted. "Really? Then how well does he paint?"

The matchmaker's eyes slipped round, and she patted the girl's back, saying, "Then you ask yourself, don't you know?"

So, the girl with two braids ran to the young man in such a violent manner, and when she saw her, she yelled.

"Hey, two dogs, listen to the matchmaker saying you can paint! Draw one for me?"

The young man was twitching. I thought he had burned all his paintings and couldn't get it out. After a while, the young man carefully took out a folded rice paper from his pocket.

The Xuan paper was crumpled, it seemed that it was forced to do so to hide it from his parents. The girl was snatched away by the girl before the youth unrolled rice paper.

As she unfolded, she said, "Let me shit, what kind of painting can you draw with this stuffy stone, certainly not so much!"

With that said, the drawing paper was unrolled, and the girl held her back. It turned out that the girl herself was painted on that rice paper. The eyebrows are drawn on the eyebrows and the eyes are on the eyes. The details are drawn in a stroke, and the girl's face is red.

"Ah, how can I look so good." She said embarrassed.

The young man spoke now, this is the first time I heard him speak. The young man was serious and looked at the girl very seriously.

"You look great."

Then the picture moved again. It was a festive scene. It didn't look long before the painting-loving young man married the girl with a braid. I thought this should be the whole story, but I didn't expect that from here on, the exhibition of the event completely met my expectations.

First, the little couple I thought would be sweet and sweet, but the number of quarrels was more than once, and it was caused by that girl without exception.

"You say you! How can you be so unproductive!" She said abruptly, "Lao Li's son is now in college and sends money to the family every day, tonics. Look at our daughter, Chengtian You run around like a wild girl, you do n’t read books, you do n’t find friends, and you do n’t know how to manage your children, you know how to paint your broken paintings! Which one was sold? "

Youth-No, it should be said that it is middle-aged. After hearing it, it shrinks its neck and then refutes it unconvincingly. But even his rebuttals were warm and powerless.

"But this is not for selling money, just because I like it, this is art ..."

"Can art be eaten as a meal!" But his words were interrupted by his wife just after half of what he said. "It's almost fifty years old. Why is it like Ni Nizi, no reason to fart? Do you know? Every household in the village has a car and a house. Tell us what else we have! There are n’t even a few cars. There are some old cows in the place. You can talk What a treat! I tell you, if you mess up the waste paper again, don't enter our door again! "

Talking, the woman even wiped her tears, "I was married to you at the beginning, and I don't know if it was the mold that had fallen for a few years. How did I think I would answer the matchmaker's wish!"

Such a conversation seemed to have met, and at this moment, I can imagine the man's mood.

I thought I started a new life, I thought that all the bad memories would end, but I did n’t expect that nothing in this world has changed. Heterogeneity is always rejected by the crowd.

"... Tell you, that old Zhao in our family is as boring as a ****. He can't make a fart with a few sticks!"

"Oh, that's really bitter for you. Fortunately, our old Li can talk, and children can listen to him!"

"Oh, that ’s your blessing. How can I have such a good blessing from my sister, and you do n’t know, Lao Zhao's boring temper, you can be cold when doing that business!"

"Hehehe, I heard, a man with a sullen temper, that's short."

"Okay, don't make fun of me!"

At this time, my eyes shook again, and this time, the scene turned into a bedroom again.

This bedroom seemed to be Ergou's and his wife's bedroom, but Ergou was not in the room at this time, but stood outside shaking.

There was a sound in the bedroom, and I listened to it, some looming, red-faced sounds. Wheezing, groaning, groaning, and some occasional puppets.

This is probably ... his wife is turning over with others.

The man named Ergou seemed unable to hold back anymore, opened the door and broke in.

"You, you--!"

Sure enough, the sight in sight was simply unsightly. Men and women are entangled, the sheets and bedding are messed up, and the two seem to not mind being seen by their husbands at all.

The wife's movements just stopped, and then wrapped around her husband's shoulders again, and looked at her husband with a disgusted expression.

"What do you do! If it wasn't for your poor skills and the thing was still short, would I look for another man? Go out and close the door. Or you want to stay and you can just learn the skills of others!"

His wife's eyes were full of excitement, and the jeering and irony made me angry. But the two dogs lowered their heads, said nothing, and then actually stepped out of the room step by step, and closed the door for the pair of dogs and men.

The wife and lover laughed wildly in the room.

But what happened next second left me too late to respond. The door was suddenly opened again, and the muffled man held an axe in his hand and rushed into the room like a gust of wind.