Chapter 7 The Sound of Killing

Aunt Feng came over step by step with a big watermelon in her left hand, a bone-killing knife in her right hand, and a women's cigarette in her mouth.

"Run!" Seeing that the kitchen knife also appeared, the diners who used to huddle in the corner shouted together and rushed to hold their heads and run for their lives.

"None is allowed to leave!" Aunt Feng snorted coldly, which made the diners stop and have no choice but to stand still to watch the play.

"Seven dragons on the West Street can't beat a phoenix on the East Street!" Luo Qiu slowly got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and said with a ferocious smile, "Aunt Feng, you are so majestic!"

"Since you know this sentence, how dare you cause trouble in my territory?" Aunt Feng sneered.

Fan Fei listened to these two dialogues and his heart moved. Then he remembered the unfinished sentence before Yu Fangchen, and his eyes looking at Aunt Feng suddenly became different.

In the past, he only knew that she was a woman with a story, but he didn't expect that she had such a strong side.

"How dare I make trouble in your place? He took action against me first!" Luo Qiu pointed to Fan Fei anxedly and said coldly, "He kicked me first when delivering food, and just squeezed my hand and shoulder hard. This is self-defense!"

"Do you also have the time to defend yourself?" Aunt Feng suddenly squinted the narrow phoenix eyes and smiled. Wen Yan said, "Forget it, it's boring to fight and kill. I'll treat you to a watermelon, and everyone will give me face. Let's make peace like this, right?

As Aunt Feng said, she put the watermelon in the middle of Table 6.

Before Luo Qiu could speak, he saw a cold light flashing again and again.

It's like lightning passing through the sky, which is almost impossible to see with the naked eye!

As soon as everyone's eyes blossomed, they saw Aunt Feng put away the knife, but the big watermelon was still on the table.

Everyone was puzzled. Aunt Feng suddenly stretched out her left hand and patted her gently on the table.

"Wo, sw, s..."

With a few soft sounds, the watermelon suddenly cracked and lay on the table, no more or less, exactly twelve pieces, just in line with the number of Luo Qiu's gangsters.

What's more amazing is that the size and thickness of these twelve watermelons are exactly the same, as if they were decomposed by precision instruments.

There was silence outside the court for a while. Even people who didn't know kung fu at all were shocked by Aunt Feng's hand. Two hoodlums couldn't help touching their heads, imagining the feeling when the knife in Aunt Feng's hand was cut on their heads.

Luo Qiu's pupils also contracted, and he said lightly for a long time, "Aunt Feng is really not old."

"I'm flattered." Aunt Feng smiled faintly. She still held a steel knife in her right hand, but she picked up a piece of watermelon in her left hand and sent it to Luo Qiu. She said in a delicate voice, "Brother Qiu, don't look like a child. Come on, let's have a piece of face."

Everyone looked at each other in con's face. I have never seen a person who treats guests to eat watermelon, and I have never seen a person who persuades people to eat watermelon with a knife. Isn't this stepping on people's faces to the ground?

Only the older generation who have heard of Aunt Feng's past deeds know that she has always been so tough. Not only is she unreasonable, but even if she is unreasonable, she still does not forgive others.

"I still have the face to eat when I'm bullied like this?" Luo Qiu's face changed and he didn't pick up the watermelon. He turned his head and sneered at his companions, "You can invite your fourth uncle to eat watermelon quickly. He has a good appetite and can eat anything!"

Aunt Feng's narrow and narrow phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed more sharply, and her face was slightly discolored.

The fourth uncle's name is Luo Sifang. He is a figure similar to the patriarch of the Luo family. He is famous for protecting his shortcomings. If the fourth uncle comes forward and brings at least three or more people, then I'm afraid it will be difficult to protect the Longfeng Restaurant.

This car is not a small car, but a kind of coal-puller truck. The trunk of a car can stand at least 20 or 30 people, and it must have brought a guy.

This kind of guy is full of strange things. It may be a hoe spade, a machete iron bar, or a bird gun. No matter how good Aunt Feng's knife is, she can't stop a handful of dirt.

"Aqiu, you are also a person with a head and face. Why are you serious with my little apprentice? Aren't you afraid of losing your share?" At this moment, Han Long also came over with a cigarette in his heart and a smile like Maitreya Buddha on his fat face.

"Is this boy your apprentice?" Luo Qiu looked at Fan Fei unexpectedly.

"You won't recognize that bully, will you?" Han Long threw a cigarette at Luo Qiu, then wiped the sweat on his face with a greasy towel on his shoulder, and smiled leisurely.

Luo Qiu's face changed slightly. She took the cigarette, but didn't say anything.

"Master!" Fan Fei shouted at Han Long gratefully.

For the past two years, Han Long has been teaching Fan Fei kung fu, but he is never allowed to mention this to outsiders. At this critical moment tonight, Han Long suddenly admitted this matter in front of outsiders. Obviously, he wanted to take the trouble caused by Fan Fei to himself.

Han Long didn't look at Fan Fei, but said to Luo Qiu, "The apprentice caused trouble. Naturally, as a master, I have the responsibility of lax discipline. Aqiu, if you have any fire, just send it to me. It's up to you to fight or kill.

I don't know why Luo Qiu doesn't sell money to the famous Aunt Feng with a steel knife, but he is quite afraid of Han Long, who has a peaceful smile and a low-key mistake. His face changed again and again. Finally, he nodded and said, "Okay, let's give Uncle Long and Aunt Feng a face tonight."

Han Long just breathed a sigh of relief. Luo Qiu looked back at Fan Fei and sneered, "A Fei, you'd better stay in Longfeng Restaurant all your life. Don't run around!"

Han Long's face has also changed a little. Luo Qiu's words are an expression of attitude - as long as Fan Fei stays in the restaurant, Luo Qiu can not bother him, but once Fan Fei leaves the restaurant, don't blame him for being cruel.

Although this sentence can be understood as a scene, in front of Han Long, the master, he actually tasted the endless situation.

Aunt Feng and Han Long looked at each other and suddenly looked up at the signboard of the Longfeng Restaurant at the same time. Their eyes were a little determined and reluctant.

After so many years of tacit understanding, they only need one look to make a decision.

Fan Fei saw their movements clearly and knew that they thought Luo Qiu was coming for this restaurant, so he wanted to lose his man and give up the restaurant.

The night snack business in Da Caoping is excellent. You can't get the facade here without a little background. Therefore, most of the facades and night snack stalls here are run by the Luo family, the Zhao family and the West Street. Aunt Feng also exerted some strength to win a place here, and it is inevitable that it will become a thorn in the eyes of those big families.

So when Luo Qiu asked to serve the food in advance, Aunt Feng and Han Long didn't pay attention to him and thought that he didn't dare to make trouble, so they asked Fan Fei to come forward to settle it. Once Luo Qiu took advantage of the topic and took action decisively, Aunt Feng and Han Long, who had been in the world for a long time, knew that things were not good. It was estimated that Luo Qiu must have been instructed by the fourth uncle of the Luo family to make trouble. Luo Qiu was in a dilemma with Fan Fei on the surface, but his eyes were looking at Aunt Feng's handsome man.

Now Aunt Feng and Han Long came forward at the same time. Although the matter was temporarily smoothed out, Fan Fei has become in crisis since then. Because Luo Qiu didn't make it clear that he wanted to take the restaurant, he directly turned this matter into a personal feud with Fan Fei. Fan Fei is Han Long's apprentice and a victim of this conspiracy to compete for the facade. Naturally, they can't watch Fan Fei's bad luck, so they are simply cruel and want to give up the facade and start a new place.

"Brother Qiu, take a step to talk." Just as Aunt Feng and Han Long were about to make a statement, Fan Fei suddenly stepped forward, picked up a small piece of watermelon, and squeezed his eyes at Luo Qiu.

Everyone was stunned. They didn't know what medicine was sold in Fan Fei's gourd. Luo Qiu also sneered and said, "I have nothing to say to you!"

"Fan Fei!" Seeing that the situation finally eased, Fan Fei came forward to look for trouble again. Ding Shichen, who stood far away, couldn't help shouting in fear, hinting that he should not look for trouble.

Fan Fei smiled on his face. He put his mouth to Luo Qiu's ear and whispered something.

Luo Qiu's face suddenly changed, and he squinted and looked at Fan Fei several times.

Fan Fei put his hand on Luo Qiu's shoulder and pushed him out a few steps, and Luo Qiu also followed him abnormally and came to a place where there was no one nearby.

Fan Fei leaned against a telegraph pole. After saying a few words in Luo Qiu's ear, Luo Qiu suddenly laughed, took the watermelon in Fan Fei's hand, and chatted with Fan Fei while eating.

Aunt Feng and Han Long looked at each other in surprise.

After a while, Aunt Feng suddenly came to her senses, waved her hand and smiled, "Well, it's okay. Let's continue to eat and drink. Tonight's midnight snack is free, and six bottles of beer will be sent to each table!"

Although the diners were inexplicable, they did not dare to leave at this time, so they had to forcefully smile and sit back on the table tremblingly.

After a long time, Fan Fei and Luo Qiu came back leisurely and hooked up, so good that they were like brothers, which stunned the gangsters.

"Okay, let's go." Luo Qiu stepped on a Honda Hornets motorcycle as if nothing had happened, whistled and shouted.

For a moment, the group of people rode seven or eight motorcycles and walked cleanly, leaving only some black smoke from the exhaust pipe.

"Afei, what did you and Luo Qiu say?" After Luo Qiu went far away, Aunt Feng and Han Long asked in one voice.

"Fan Fei, what did you talk about just now?" Ding Shichen, Xu Jing and Ren Ping also ran to Fan Fei's side and asked curiously.

"Nothing, I just made a relative with Brother Qiu." Fan Fei smiled easily.

"Relatives?" Everyone was stunned.

"Well, I have a beautiful cousin who is Brother Qiu's girlfriend. Speaking of which, he is still my future brother-in-law." Fan Fei explained with a smile, "It's just that I didn't have the nerve to recognize this relative before, so Brother Qiu never knew."

"Really?"

"That's it?"

Obviously, everyone didn't believe it, and Ding Shichen remembered the scene when Luo Qiu harassed her just now, and his face couldn't help showing disgust.

"What else can it be if it's not like this? Finding a wife is the biggest thing in life, and Brother Qiu is no exception. Fan Fei smiled and said, "Okay, it's all right. Let's go our separate ways."

The Longfeng Restaurant continued to operate quietly. Yu Shichen, Xu Jing and Ren Ping also ate supper in shock. After eating a lobster, Fan Fei continued to run to the hall, and took time to a corner to squat and smoke, and whistled leisurely.

His whistle blew melodiously, but occasionally a few blows were too hard, which seemed sonorous and loud, like the sound of metal.

"Shichen, eat a watermelon... Hey, what are you in a daze?" Xu Jing pushed Ding Shichen.

"Listen to his whistle..." Ding Shichen came to her senses and said in a frenze.

"Green sleeves? What's the matter?" After listening for a few seconds, Xu Jing frowned and asked.

What Fan Fei blows is a song "Green Sleeve", which is a British folk song. The melody is very classical and elegant. It is a song that describes the sadness of love.

"Listen carefully." Ding Shichen looked at the blurred back squatting on the ground and said uneasily, "I seem to hear the sound of killing..."

"The sound of killing? You're right, aren't you?" Xu Jing laughed, "He blew green sleeves, not an ambush!"

"But I really..." Ding Shichen said half a sentence and then stopped. He stared at the rural boy squatting on the ground like a dirt dog with a complicated expression, and sighed for a long time.

In the past, Fan Fei had always been a good student image in Ding Shichen's eyes, but after tonight, she found that she didn't know him at all.

She was very grateful for what he had just done to relieve himself, but she felt that he was extremely strange and very far away from the Fan Fei she was familiar with, as if he were from another world.

This feeling is indescribable, which makes her mood unconsciously heavy.