Whose revolver is Fengxian? Why is it so famous?
This story is ingenious in fiction, and its content and writing style come from The King of Sharp Knives, the Guardian of Fengxian Supermarket and Gulong Style Novel.
Xiao Yuan built it himself. Please forgive me for the bad places.
Zhongyang east road
When the lights in the supermarket go out,
"Answer ~ ~ ~ Answer ~ ~"
Footsteps.
People,
Lonely people.
Only lonely people can survive in the dark.
Hair is messy and clothes are tattered.
It's close.
Red pants, black jacket.
Who is he?
He is not a beggar.
Because of the murderous look in his eyes,
Let you know that this is by no means a beggar
He has lost count of how many times he has walked this road.
He's coming this way,
Go this way again.
One person.
It has always been like this.
He likes it.
Nobody knows why.
No one dares to ask why.
Because he is a revolver.
-Watcher revolver in the supermarket!
A name that resounds through the sky in Fengxian County.
That's enough.
He has a chariot.
There is no decoration.
But it's hard to say.
It can be seen that its components are carefully selected and assembled by the owner.
Unfortunately, I didn't show up with him.
He is really a ghost.
Darkness swallowed up everything in him.
Only the iron buttons on the black jacket reflect light,
Declare his existence.
No one knows how fast he is moving,
All I know is that people who see him always close their eyes.
No one knows how many lives he has.
All I know is that he appeared in Fengxian, a small town, and bid farewell to the fear of night harassment by mentally retarded people.
Many people challenged him.
Including "Invincible" Zhang, a once equally famous name.
On the day of the game,
Everyone avoided it-looked at it trembling from a distance.
Nobody dialed 1 10.
Because everyone knows it won't help.
But Zhang Wudi only took one step,
I lost.
This is a terrible failure.
Since then, there has been no invincible fist in this small town.
Only revolvers.
Since then, Zhang changed to Zhaozhuang for development.
Under the questioning of his fans,
He sighed.
Only four words were written on the ground with bricks.
"What a fast knife!"
She opened her blurred eyes slightly,
A wisp of wind,
Blow it in her face.
This is a face that any man will marvel at.
Snow skin, bright eyes, red lips and white teeth.
Every day,
Countless greedy eyes wander on this face,
She took it in stride,
Because she is the red card girl here.
Every day,
Countless angry eyes whirled around this face,
She is fearless,
Because this is "happy shopping"
Everything seems to be under her control.
No waves.
She is used to it.
But today,
These two eyes,
But let her feel an unprecedented feeling.
"There you are."
"yes"
"I thought no one would come."
"I'm coming."
"It's already so dark, we're closing up."
"That doesn't mean I won't come."
"You shouldn't have come."
"I'm coming."
She lifted it with trembling hands,
But he didn't answer.
"1 point 20 meters" he said coldly.
Her hands were frozen stiff.
"That's it, no demolition."
"1 20 meters at o'clock"
"There is something in it."
"I said, 1 20 meters at o'clock"
"Why do you have to have that pile?"
"It's a paper shell of Mengniu yogurt."
"I told you, it's all here."
"Except for that box."
"How do you know! How did you know it was torn down! ! "
"The milk smell of unopened boxes can't be stopped, nor can plastic and glass cover it, but my sense of smell is still very sensitive."
She finally noticed his black jacket and red trousers.
She found out what a big mistake she had made.
Unfortunately, it is too late.
"You ... you were left ... left ..."
"yes"
She finally collapsed.
On the counter,
Light blue notes,
He left it behind.
He spent two hours on it,
Running around in the garbage bins of the city looking for cans.
at present
She stood there staring at the bill.
She lost,
Lost to a revolver,
There's nothing to be ashamed of,
But she doesn't want to accept this fact.
"Revolver ... revolver ..."
She repeated the name over and over again.
She wants to remember him.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.
She grabbed the paper money,
Rubbing crazily on the money detector, rubbing,
But,
No response.
She collapsed to the ground and finally burst into tears.
"Revolver ... you are so cruel ..."
He gently touched the dust on the paper shell of the Buddha statue.
Read the big word "contains XX factor",
Saw his chariot hidden behind a big tree.
The corners of the mouth finally gave me a smile.
This is the first time he laughed today.
At this moment,
He has been waiting for a long time.
The reflection of the iron buckle gradually disappeared,
The revolver is missing,
Disappear behind a big tree by the driveway.
The air still smells of revolvers.
Warned that he had been here.
At night,
deep ...
Appendix "King of Sharp Knives, Guardian of Fengxian Supermarket"
Who is he?
Proud of the world,
Where were those lost times before me? ,
Behind me, where is the next generation? .
He is a "watchman",
Good girl, of course,
But the watcher of Fengxian supermarket.
His name is very loud,
Left, left.
Wheel wheel
Laozuo
Lao Lun
We still like to call him a revolver.
It is said that he has two clothes,
Red pants, black jacket.
Wear red pants on sunny days and a black jacket on rainy days.
Sometimes I wear it wrong,
This is excusable,
Weather forecasts are often inaccurate.
No one in Fengxian does not know him.
Because he is so excellent, so tenacious, so extraordinary and free.
He is definitely a fashionable man,
You see-
That kind of elegant hair can't be shaped by any hair stylist;
The sighing stubble is so mature and sexy;
The most striking thing is his clothes,
People who know how to match clothes like this are definitely people who are at the forefront of fashion.
What you play these days is running.
He has a chariot.
We used to call it an absolute chariot. . . Three rounds.
Without any decoration, not even mud tiles,
How simple and natural. This also reveals that the left wheel is different.
What outstanding taste does he have? .
He also has a hobby-smoking,
I always like holding a root with a handle in my mouth.
Of course not,
Pick it up.
Revolvers are poor, but not poor.
He will never pick up cigarette butts lower than 5 yuan.
Rain or shine, he will always appear in front of the supermarket.
Stand guard like a sentry,
He is always there to watch.
When you are hungry, pick up some leftovers at the door of the hotel;
When it's cold, do a set of "broadcast gymnastics".
He seems to be a myth in our hearts.
For decades. For decades!
Never found him sick,
How did he get through it?
Once in the revolver position,
There have also been several "little brothers"!
But before long, they quietly "left".
Even the invincible Zhang Guoren lost his courage in the county seat.
It has been sent to Zhaozhuang for development. Afterwards, someone asked what happened to invincible boxing.
He only wrote four words on the ground with bricks. "What a fast knife"
We get it. . . Brother lunge once defended your majesty with strength.
It is amazing that his vitality is so tenacious.