The rooster crows to announce the dawn, and the sky is bright. Some sellers carrying burdens appeared on the streets one after another, walked to a fixed point, unloaded their burdens, and set up stalls to sell some food.
A man with a pockmarked face walked out from the other end of the street, smelling of alcohol. Anyone with a discerning eye will know at a glance that this is another drunken prostitute with green hair wrapped around his pillow.
Dengtuzi walked to a noodle stall, and with a drunken look, he said to the uncle who was making noodles: "Excuse me, a bowl of Yangchun noodles." He was unexpectedly polite.
The uncle was a little stunned. He had seen many people like Deng Tuzi, and none of them were bullying. Two days ago, the tea shop next door was provoked by a few local gangsters. In the end, the boss was afraid of causing trouble and gave away some money, thus avoiding trouble. But there are all kinds of people. As long as they don't cause trouble, there are a few business people who are not welcome, so the uncle quickly returned to his normal self and grabbed another handful of noodles and put them in the pot.
There were not many tables in the street stalls, and since it was early in the morning, not many people were visiting, and the tables were relatively clean. The disciple sat down at random and leaned over the table to rest.
He has too many things to bear, and he is too tired and tired. It is time to unload and take a good rest.
Soon, the hot Yangchun noodles were served. The white noodles, the oily soup, and a handful of chopped green onions looked really cute. Taking a deep breath of the fragrance, it's quite difficult not to move your index finger. But the disciple didn't care about this, he still leaned on the table and rested, as if he was asleep.
The uncle hesitated again and again, considering whether to push him to wake him up. After thinking about it, he decided to wake him up - it would be unlucky if the wind evil invaded his bones because he fell asleep here and extorted the cost of the decoction from him.
After calling him several times in a low voice, but seeing that he still showed no intention of waking up, the uncle pushed him. Perhaps because of his excessive strength, the disciple was pushed to the ground. The uncle secretly thought that it was too bad. He thought it was a trouble that he could not avoid after all, and his scalp couldn't help but tingle.
However, the disciple didn't get up and curse as the uncle expected. He still lay quietly on the ground, with his feet still hooked on the legs of the bench.
Only then did the people around realize that something was wrong, and they all looked over.
The uncle took his breath and his expression suddenly changed.
- Dead.
The man who could still walk just now died in a street noodle stall.