第二十七章(1/5)

回到镇门洞里，玉华的眼睛里依然噙着泪。
                                                                                                                                                                “华，别哭了，让狗日的们看见就麻烦了。”
                                                                                                                                                                “看着看见吧，不就是死吗？”玉华哭得更凶了。
                                                                                                                                                                “死？这群狗日的！咱们死也不能白死啊？就算死也得拉上他们垫背！你说是不是？”
                                                                                                                                                                “嗯！那你说怎么办？”
                                                                                                                                                                “那个姓胡的！不收拾收拾他，难消我心头之气！可惜这小子从来也没轻易露过面，露面也有四、五个保镖，还有枪，咱们赤手空拳的，不能蛮干，我看，咱们这么办……”文炳咬着玉华的耳朵一说，玉华的眼泪立刻就收住了，脸上只剩了仇恨的光。
                                                                                                                                                                第二天便是阴历初一，镇北的尼姑庵里香火正旺，玉华和文炳两个分别来到尼庵寻找机会，虽说香客们对一身破衣烂衫的叫化子厌恶不已，尼姑们却不能对他们不敬，否则佛爷会见怪的。两个人在庙外各自向卖香烛的化了一扎香，然后进了庙门，找个偏殿进去，往那里一跪，嘴里念念有辞，几个香客到了门外，见里面是两个叫化子，心中不爽，便转身离去。
                                                                                                                                                                见屋内无人，玉华从怀里掏出个破瓷罐子，把两盏长明灯里的油各倒了一半在罐子里，重新揣回怀中，然后两人一前一后溜出庙外，回到镇门口，先找个地方把破瓷罐子藏起，又起身去乞讨。
                                                                                                                                                                这次两个人专门向人家讨碎布作补衬，叫化子的衣服能穿一辈子，全靠讨来破布补窟窿的，所以也没什么可怀疑的，回来的时候，两个人的裤腰里已经各自掖了几块大小不等的破布。
                                                                                                                                     

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