Although Harbin's night is not very lively, there are many characteristic snacks open, just like the 24-hour barbecue shop that I and Lao Yi came to.

  Harbin is actually a pretty small and delicate city, although it's small, it has everything you need. As people's living standards improve, their demands for food also increase. I remember my elders always telling us that in their time, being able to eat a meal of dumplings was like celebrating the New Year. But with the progress of times, that kind of thinking is clearly outdated and can't be more outdated. By the time my parents were young, they would always say "chickens, ducks, geese, and dogs are being chased off the stage, while turtles and frogs are climbing up". That era didn't have much development either. Nowadays, people talk about following their desires, eating whatever they want, this is true, it seems like there's nothing that people dare not eat, just like how things with legs don't dare to eat tables and chairs, and things without legs don't dare to eat the big flies in the toilet.

  I and Lao Yi walked into that 24-hour barbecue shop, the storefront wasn't big, but it was quite clean. Since it was already past one in the morning, there weren't many customers. Two service staff in their twenties, who were quite pretty, saw us come in, rubbed the sleep from their eyes, picked up the menu and notebook, and walked over to ask what we wanted to eat.

  We sat at a table by the window, and since it was just after New Year's, I still had some spare cash on hand, so I handed the menu to Lao Yi and told him not to be polite, just order whatever he wanted.

  Of course, as soon as I said this, it seemed like I was being overly polite, because Old Yi would never be polite to me. Since he had used "Three Evades and Hides" just a few hours ago, his physical strength had been greatly consumed, so when he looked at the menu, his eyes started shining, and in one breath, he ordered twenty strings of beef, twenty strings of mutton, twenty strings of tendon, a set of boiled pork tripe, as well as chicken wings and egg drop soup. Finally, he also asked for five strings of fried rice cakes. He looked like a starving ghost who had just been reborn.

  I saw Lao Yi was really starving, and my heart wasn't feeling right, so I said to the waiter: "Bring me two more bowls of wonton soup, then bring six bottles of beer, let's start with these, if it's not enough we'll order more."

  The little waitress was a bit stunned, she might have thought that we two were so thin, but ordered so many things, could finish them? But business people are all like this, don't care if you can finish or not, as long as they can make money, so she nodded and walked away.

  I lit a cigarette and looked around the small shop, apart from me and Lao Yi, there were only two tables of customers. At this time, people who come out to eat can be divided into two categories: one is those who have been playing mahjong all night and are tired, so they come out to eat something; the other is those who go out to have fun at midnight and get hungry after dancing.

  Those two tables are obviously representatives of these two groups of people. One table is four middle-aged men, who seem to be discussing the previous card game, while the other table is a group of five people, all of whom appear to be 17 or 18 years old, with two boys and three girls.

  Looking at these kids now, I couldn't help but sigh that this is indeed the Yangtze River waves crashing against each other. It's still early spring, and those little girls have already put on stockings and short skirts, which are almost as short as their buttocks. You can't say, the three little girls' stockings are red, yellow and blue, a complete set of primary colors.

  It can be said that the colors of all living things come from these three primary colors, and this statement is indeed correct. Looking at those two small miscellaneous hairs, they are indeed a pair of color phases. The eyeballs almost pierced through the other person's skirt. And constantly pouring beer for those little girls with a son-like appearance, I'm afraid others don't know their wolfish ambitions.

  Anyway, the roast string hasn't arrived yet, and I carefully sized up this group of future flowers of our motherland with Lao Yi. His grandma, they're really dressed to impress. Each girl has a flower on her head, and each boy has a flower in his heart.

  What's wrong with this society now? Let's not talk about those flower girls, just talk about those two little men. I remember when I was their age, I was still wearing a high school uniform every day and would blush if I touched a girl's hand. But look at these kids now, they're all dressed up like something else. One of them is even wearing a big red pants, typical urine-soaked pants. Having a crew cut is understandable, but why the hell do you have to grow another tuft of hair on top? From afar, it looks like there's a big turd on his head, and I feel an urge to take a lighter and burn that tuft off.

  Yangtze River water, waves crashing against waves, one generation surpassing another in turmoil.

  It seems that our generation is completely unable to make a big splash, just like me and Lao Yi, with a surplus of heart but insufficient strength. Thinking about it, our generation really is quite pitiful, a generation that didn't quite connect the past and present, a generation that didn't seize the opportunities of socialism, also a generation used as test subjects for socialism. A generation of lab mice. Dammit.

  Looking at those young people over there, both I and Old Yi felt like we had aged a lot. At this time, the skewers were done, and that little girl was holding a large iron plate with a small pot on it, inside which was a simmering hot pot of tripe. Behind her was another waiter, also holding an iron plate, on top of which were the skewers Old Yi had ordered.

  Since I've eaten, I won't think about it anymore. What's the point of having that extra worry? As long as I live well, that's good enough. This society can be whatever it wants to be.

  So I asked the waiter to open the beer, and it turned out that this family's beer is quite distinctive. Although it's still a bit cold outside, they've already started selling iced beer. However, this point happens to be in line with my and Lao Yi's taste. After filling up two cups, we downed them in one gulp. The ice-cold beer went into our stomachs, and how can I describe the refreshing feeling with just one word?

  It seems that having a good drink after intense exercise is the best choice, it's really great for me. My petty bourgeois mentality has emerged again, and I actually think I'm already very happy now, with a mouthful of hot food to eat. This is true, compared to those who have passed away, I am already very fortunate.

  Humans, when they see a mountain, think the other one is higher. When they are hungry, they want to eat their fill, but once full, who knows what they'll think of next? As the saying goes, "contentment breeds complacency", and humans will never be satisfied.

  Forget it, maybe one person has their own way of living. I still want to think about how I should live in the future, so I picked up that bowl of bumpy soup. You know what? It's actually quite good to drink.

  Just as I and Lao Yi were eating and drinking, the door of this small restaurant opened. Since I and Lao Yi were quite close to the door, we felt a cool breeze coming in. When I subconsciously took a look, my mom!!! I was so scared that my soul flew away!!!

  Only two people walked in from outside the door, the one in front wearing a white robe, with a yellow complexion and thin skin, his expression was insipid and his tongue lolled out of his mouth, on his head he wore a tall hat with four big characters 'First see wealth', the one behind him wore a black robe, with a face full of horizontal flesh, an awe-inspiring expression, also wearing a tall hat with four big characters 'Peace under heaven'.

  Damn it!!!!! Xie Binyan!!!!!!!

  The cold sweat on my head suddenly came down, isn't this Xie Bi'an? What is he doing here? The one in black behind him is Hei Wu Chang 'Fan Wu Jiu', right. Dammit, this old ghost won't be regretting now and coming to hook the souls of me and Lao Yi, will he?!

  Lao Yi was wolfing down his food, his mouth full of meat skewers. He took a big gulp of beer and suddenly noticed that my face had turned as white as paper. So he followed my gaze.

  "Hah!!!!!!!!!’"

  Only then did Lao Yi see the two unpredictable gentlemen, and he was suddenly scared to spit out everything in his mouth. Lao Yi had tears in his eyes, obviously still traumatized by Old Xie's strength last time. Only then did Lao Yi choke back tears, stuttering and unable to speak. Because of the food he ate earlier, it was all scared out of his mouth and nose, a sprig of cilantro poked out from his nostrils, moving in and out with his trembling breath.

  The people at the other tables heard the same noise from our table and turned their heads to look at us, clearly they couldn't see the sudden arrival of Hei Bai Wu Chang. At this point, I couldn't care about anything else, so I just smiled awkwardly. Those people then stopped looking and continued eating and drinking.

  But in my and Lao Yi's hearts, we've already started to wildly palpitate. What the hell, what are these two grandpas doing here?! To think that one Xie Bi'an was enough for us and Lao Yi to drink a whole pot, now another arrogant Fan Wujiu has appeared! You know, the book describes Fan Wujiu as incredibly formidable! The four words "Tian Xia Tai Ping" on his hat are the best proof.

  I and Lao Yi are so unlucky!! Just as I and Lao Yi were about to be scared out of our wits, those two unpredictable old men had already walked into the store. The one walking in front, Xie Bi'an, obviously had already discovered me and Lao Yi, and he smiled at us with a fake smile that made my and Lao Yi's scalps feel numb.

  We both felt like we were almost killed by Old Xie in the hospital again.

  Xie Bi'an said something to Fan Wujiu behind him with a smile, and Fan Wujiu nodded. Then the two men walked straight towards me and Lao Yi.

  I want to run, really, if my calf wasn't already cramping up from fear, I would have taken off long ago. Lao Yi isn't doing much better, the sprig of cilantro in his nostril bobbing up and down with his increasingly urgent breathing, like a yo-yo going up and down, up and down, up and down.

  In the blink of an eye, those two unpredictable old men floated to my and Lao Yi's side, their icy breath conveying an invisible pressure that made both of us almost faint. At this moment, Xie Bi'an spoke up, his face smiling but not quite reaching his eyes as he said to me and Lao Yi: "What, you young folks aren't inviting these two old gentlemen to sit down?"

  As soon as I heard this from his mouth, I suddenly felt that there was a way out! To know, if the two of them were here to hook me and Lao Yi, they wouldn't need to waste words with us. So what exactly did the two of them come for? Not daring to slow down for my own life, I immediately got up and moved out two chairs, then said to these two ancestors: "Ah, isn't this Lord Wú Cháng? What wind blew you two here today? Quick, sit down, sit down."

  Because others can't see the ghost, but my getting up and moving chairs and muttering to myself was seen by two waiters not far away. They saw me like this and started whispering to each other in a low voice.

  I knew in my heart that they were treating me like a fool. I knew this, but being treated as a fool is better than losing one's life, after all. Those two were also quite rude, and with a snort, they sat down.

  I saw them sit down, I hastily sat down too, and before I could speak, Xie Bi'an spoke again. He said in his usual tone: "What's wrong, not serving wine to your family's Wu Chang old master?"

  Damn it!!! At that time, I really wanted to draw a symbol on my palm and grab his collar to start with 10 bucks, but thinking about it, this plan wouldn't work at all. He's a ghost errand after all! No way, had to follow him instead. Anyway, judging from his tone, he just wants to drink. Not a big deal anyway.

  "Hey, beautiful! Yeah, don't look at anyone else, I'm talking to you! Can you please get me two more cups, a bottle of white wine, and grill 50 skewers of meat? And can you bring the wine first, hurry up!"

  The waiter thought I was drunk, so he took two cups and a bottle of Yuquanfang wine and put them on the table, then walked away. I respectfully poured wine for these two men first, while Lao Yi was about to leave, just like his behavior in the hospital last time.

  I swallowed my saliva, then stared at these two black and white impermanences. Fan Wujue still had that angry look on his face, as if someone owed him millions of dollars, while Xie Bizhen squeezed out his deadly cold smile towards me.

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