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走出去半条街，师父终于没有经得起诱惑，转过身又向回走，文炳在后面跟着，心里骂着，却是无可奈何。
                                                                                                                                                                站在小贩面前，师父的手拿起一本书，刚刚要掏钱，旁边忽然发生了一阵骚乱，回过头一看，见是十几个当兵的在一个小军官的带领下从北边走过来，在人群中向外拉人。小贩一看这情形，顾不上向师父要钱，推起车便跑了。
                                                                                                                                                                师父弄不清怎么回事，傻呆呆地站在原地，不知如何是好，文炳也不明白，只知道不会是什么好事，便过去拖着师要走，已经来不及了，那个小军官一眼就看见了这师徒两个。
                                                                                                                                                                “站住，别跑！”
                                                                                                                                                                小军官一声喊，师父有心想跑，却脚底下发软，一步也迈不动了，只是软软地瘫在地上，嘴里喃喃地说道：“我不是红带客，我没穿红衣服……”
                                                                                                                                                                小军官走到跟前，看着师父：“老东西，你跑什么？”
                                                                                                                                                                看那当兵的样子不像要枪毙，师父的心里安定了一些：“我，我，我怕。”
                                                                                                                                                                “怕什么？”
                                                                                                                                                                “怕，怕枪。”
                                                                                                                                                                “枪有什么好怕的？老子又不是枪毙你。”
                                                                                                                              

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