I clapped my hands and told him to fight for the last circle. Before leaving, I said to him,
"It's annoying, keep up, don't fall behind."
Gou Rou followed his human brothers skillfully. Mao Dou glanced at Shuo Yu, then at the bald man who was patting his fur. He looked back and forth with his little head, a little hesitant, and finally chose to follow Shuo Yu. A large cat cannonball once again tried to hit Shuo Yu's shoulder.
Shuo Yu turned around at the first moment and accurately caught the edamame that fell into his arms. He continued to follow their leader to his room.
As soon as Si La Si La came in, he threw the 75 rifle in his hand on the table, touched his head, and looked at the two Americans through the window.
On the table were two packs of Yuzhou brand cigarettes, which were very precious to the Sichuan Army. These were also the only two packs of cigarettes on the Jiqipo battlefield. There was also a welcome message written in English by Meng Fanle himself underneath, to welcome their American friends.
"Close the door."
"oh."
Shuo Yu turned around and closed the door, so what's next? Is there something to be said in private?
His room was the cleanest one in their temporary camp, and it also had the most complete furniture. There was a complete table, a stool with legs intact, fluffy bedding, and all kinds of food piled on the table and in the corners. Even the scent of jasmine wafted out as soon as the door was opened. When they came back, they said they planned to donate this room to their allies, but their allies would rather live in tents than in the house they provided.
This made Silasila feel a little frustrated, he didn't understand why,
Fanla knew why. He angrily crumpled up the piece of paper with the dry handwriting on it and put it in his pocket, intending to pretend that he had never written it. Then he took the two packs of cigarettes and put one in his own pocket.
Banxian'er would not spend money to buy cigarettes for them, except for the tobacco leaves he gave to Old Man Hao from time to time.
Si La Si La seemed to have eyes on the back of its head, and stretched out its hand towards Fan La.
"Don't act like you're being bullied and think the things belong to you."
I stared at him with my eyes wide open. Just when I was about to say I didn't take it, my fingers were bent more than 90 degrees again. Si Si Si Si Ruthlessly searched his pockets.
Shuoyu sat on the bed, hugging Gourou. Maodou found a comfortable place to sleep, closed his eyes and ignored everything. The sunlight penetrated the small gap between the windows and gently caressed the gray fur. Fanla and Sila started to fight again.
Their leader yelled, shaking the pack of cigarettes in his hand, then picked up the pack on the table and showed it off in front of Fanla, "Mine, you know?"
"They're all mine."
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