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      “那就走吧。”
                                                                                                                                                                “是。”师父急忙答应，腿肚子也不那么筛糠了。
                                                                                                                                                                “这是不是你的？”小军官从地上拾起一本书来翻看着，文炳看到了，正是那本叫什么《友》的。
                                                                                                                                                                “是，是小人的，刚刚要买，没来得及给钱，卖书的就走了。”
                                                                                                                                                                “噢，知道了，是苏小儿那小子干的，他娘的，怕抬死尸，一看见老子就跑了。跑就跑吧，这书你也不用给钱了，他也不敢要了，不然老子就让他也到这书里头走一趟。”小军官说着把那书扔给师父，师父急忙接了揣在袖子里。
                                                                                                                                                                “看你瘦得一把柴火，也不像干力气活儿的人。老子照顾你，就光让你们师徒两个抬女尸，到时候腚女尸由着你看。看真人不比看相片儿清楚？嗯？”
                                                                                                                                                                “是，是，清楚，清，清楚。”师父急忙点着头，生怕一句话不到把对方惹急了，那可是真要掉脑袋的。