Little Fiction ｜ Zheng Junfu: Dispute

Text/Zheng Junfu

Song Xiaofa came back from a foreign country and saw the roof of the neighbor Song Hammer's house behind the house. Song Xiaoga felt pretty good.

Some villagers said that when it encountered heavy rain, the rain fell from the ceiling and fell on the back wall of your house. Song Xiaoga stabbed the wall in the ceiling and his own house for a long time. Isn't this a bullying person?

Song Xiaoli knocked on the door of Song Sang hammer and knocked on the mountain. The door opened, and the Song sledgehammer came out. Song Sachs glanced at Song Xiaoga, and the door broke your compensation?

Song Xiaofa took two steps and turned around, and the villagers widened their eyes and waited for the fun. Song Xiaoga took a deep breath, yelled, looked at your good things, patronized the top shed, and thought about others? It ’s raining to dare to pour your room!

Song sledgehammer was tall and big, and he fists, saying, do you want to do? Song Xiaofa said, if you don't want to solve this problem, I will dismantle your ceiling.

Song sledgehammer's anger was ignited, pushing Song Xiaofa, and his energy was a bit big. Song Xiaoga fell to the ground. The laughing sounds around were pumped on Song Xiaofa's face like a whip, and the painful pain. Song Xiaoga got up and ran home. When he came out, he had a kitchen knife in his hand.

The situation was serious. Watching the lively villagers rushed up and pulled Song Xiaoga and Song sledgehammer away. Song Xiaoga and Song sledgehammer jumped, threatening to give each other look. Some people have an idea to Song Xiaoya. If you are so noisy, you might as well call your brother back. He must have a way.

Song Xiaofa's brother is the prison guard of the city prison called Song Xiaoyi. Song Xiaoyi is also the city's Sanda champion, with hard work. Song Xiaofa listened, put down the kitchen knife, and pulled out the phone.

The next afternoon, the villagers saw a police uniform Song Xiaoyi. Song Xiaoyi rang the door of Song Sang hammer, saying that he asked Song sledgehammer to sit at home. Everyone became nervous, and felt that the Song family brothers were calculating the general account. Song sledgehammer did not show weakness, and he entered Song Xiaoya's house with the top door. Song Xiaoyi rushed to the villagers again, "Please follow the past and make a testimony.

Song Xiaoga's house was crowded. Everyone was angry, and was afraid that they would blow up the solidifying air accidentally. When Song Xiaoyi saw everyone, he took out the laptop from the bag and said, giving everyone a video.

Everyone stretched out their necks and didn't know what medicine sold in Song Xiaoyi's gourd. The picture appears on the computer, which is the lens in prison. A row of people wearing prison uniforms stood neatly, and then came in several elderly people, sitting on a small bench. A pot of hot water came over and placed in front of each old man. The prisoners squatted down and began to wash their feet for the elderly. Some old people stroked the prisoner's head, and some prisoners began to cry. In the end, each prisoner was holding with the elderly, crying.

There was a small commotion in the room, and the soft -hearted woman had even pumped her nose. Song Xiaoyi looked at the sledgehammer of Song, and also said that Song Xiaofa said that this is an activity in the Chung Yeung Festival prison, so that each prisoner washed his parents. Do you want to send yourself to prison for a little things, do you want to send yourself into prison, and do you even have the chance to wash your parents' feet?

Song sledgehammer hangs down. His father had just finished his 80th birthday a few days ago, and he washed his father's foot with his own hands. Song Xiaoga still stomped his neck and snorted. Anyway, our parents are gone. I don't need to wash my feet for anyone! As soon as the words fell, a young man came in outside the door and said to Song Xiaofa, Dad, I have to wash your feet.

The young man is Song Xiaotian, Song Xiaofa's son. Song Tiantian studied at a university in the city, and was shouted by Song Xiaoyi this time. Song Xiaofa's eyes suddenly became red. But how to solve rain? Do you just look at the wall of my house?

Song Xiaoyi took out a few sinks from a woven bag and said, I asked the professionals, bought this, put it on, and the water would flow along the sink, and I couldn't touch the wall at home.

A few days later, after a rain, the rainfall passed along the sink. Someone saw that Song Xiaofa stood on the side of the road, stomped his feet, and looked at the scenery next to the rainwater.

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