The cesspool has dried up for a long time without use. Although the bucket of "golden juice" brought by Wu Xiaoqi is heavy, it is still insignificant for this huge cesspool.

Wu Xiaoqi's mind was not on pouring gold juice. He was thinking about the scene just now. Sister Ping's voice was still lingering in his mind. Every day, as long as he could look at her and hear her words, it was already very satisfying for Wu Xiaoqi. Of course, every time Sister Ping appeared by her, she would definitely not be empty-handed. The food she brought was not comparable to the four sweet potatoes on the table. In fact, to be honest, it was not as good as saying that he was thinking about Sister Ping, but he was thinking about the food she brought. Compared with the four sweet potatoes, of course, the fragrant buns were more attractive. However, it was not that Wu Xiaoqi was only thinking about these foods, but he was still young and he might not know it. He wanted to see more people like Sister Ping or more food she brought.

Wu Xiaoqi thought of the fact that he had gold juice on his clothes and had to clean his pants. Where to go to find clothes to change. When he was worried, he suddenly heard a ding dong sound, something seemed to fall from the feces bucket. When he looked at it, he saw a black object, lying at the bottom of the feces pit, with dirt on the edges.

He suddenly remembered that Sister Ping, who was wrapped in black clothes last night, seemed to have thrown a black thing into her dung bucket. It was dark and something happened suddenly. She didn't see clearly what it was. She only remembered that the thing was thrown into the dung bucket. The splashed gold juice stained her clothes.

Now he finally saw what that thing was, but it was fine if he didn't see it clearly. After seeing it clearly, his heart immediately suffered a violent blow, almost making him breathless, and his body trembled violently. He seemed to be stupid, and he was stunned, and he was still in place, without even the feces in his hand rolling into the cesspool.

An An An An Ann lying quietly at the bottom of the cesspool was a gun. Although Wu Xiaoqi didn't understand what the model of the gun was, he could clearly tell that it was a gun. Everyone in the city's traitors riding two-wheeled bikes would have such a gun on their waists. They were arrogant and arrogant. What was slightly different from the guns at the waists of those traitors was that there was no red cloth at the end of the gun, but just a black gun, while those traitors would tie a red cloth like a handkerchief to the end of the gun. Wu Xiaoqi naturally didn't know that there was no such ornament on the gun, but the traitors had no other function except to show themselves and their guns.

At the bottom of the cesspool is a mullet gun, also known as a mirror box. Anti-Japanese armed forces usually call it box cannons. The Japanese use very little, but it is one of the favorite weapons of the national army, traitors and anti-Japanese armed forces. However, the mullet gun at the bottom of the pit is different from what is mentioned above. Its full name is the Mauser 1932 fully automatic pistol, commonly known as the fast and slow machine, which is almost the same as the mullet gun. The biggest difference is that it no longer uses a bridge clip to plug into the magazine from the gun, but is equipped with a magazine below. The magazine of the fast and slow machine is divided into two types, ten and twenty. The one in front of us is obviously twenty. The length of its magazine is almost as close to the grip. Of course, for Wu Xiaoqi, these are things that he cannot understand and cannot touch. Otherwise, how could he be scared to death when he saw this kind of gun?

Wu Xiaoqi was in extreme shock. He never thought that he would deal with the gun, and that the gun was thrown into his dung bucket by Sister Ping. If the Japanese had knocked over the dung bucket and found this gun, they might have died on the spot. Now they think about it.

Beads of sweat as big as beans emerged from Wu Xiaoqi's forehead, and it seemed that sweat was sweating on his chest and back. This was his physiological reaction. For a young man who had never been involved in these things and these murderous weapons, he would definitely panic when he encountered such a thing, not to mention that Wu Xiaoqi was just a half-old boy who was underage.

"Xiao Qizi, what are you doing?" A voice from afar was greeting him.

Wu Xiaoqi was so scared that he shook a little by the greeting. He looked in the sound and saw that he was a familiar neighbor calling him from a distance, so he quickly responded: "No...why are you doing?"

He was afraid that someone would find something like this at the bottom of the pit, so he was so nervous when responding that he stuttered a little while talking.

After replying, he hurried down to the bottom of the pit, not caring about the filth on the gun, so he picked up the gun.

Just as Wu Xiaoqi picked up the gun, a strange feeling suddenly came from the palm of his hand to his brain. The person seemed to be electrocuted, and all his attention and thoughts were attracted by this cold and dark thing. It seemed that he had an extremely familiar and special emotion with the gun in his hand.

Wu Xiaoqi could be sure that it was the first time he came into contact with a gun and didn't understand this cold thing at all. But strangely, he seemed to be born with a sense of intimacy with this thing.

Wu Xiaoqi didn't understand why he felt this way. Could it be that it was because he admired the owner of this gun that he suddenly had such an illusion when he picked it up.

Wu Xiaoqi could only believe that this is the reason. He could not stay in the bottom of the pit for too long, because he knew that if he didn't go up, the neighbor uncle he had asked before would come over to see if something had happened to him. He shook his dizzy head and put the remaining filthy gun in his hand on his waist. Wu Xiaoqi did not notice at all that his gun would be so natural and so skillful.

After walking a few steps, picking up the manure bucket and climbing up the manure pit, Wu Xiaoqi looked at the place where the neighbor was. Seeing that he was still there, he quickly raised the manure bucket and said awkwardly: "The manure bucket fell down, I'm thinking about how to pick it up."

"Silly boy?" The neighbor was indeed concerned and did not leave. Seeing that he was fine, he laughed and scolded, and then went to work on his own business.

Wu Xiaoqi's heart was still beating violently, as if it was about to pop out of his mouth at any time. The gun on his waist was pinned against the flesh, and the coldness of the metal stimulated his skin, but he couldn't feel a trace of coldness. Instead, he felt that the thing was like a ball of fire, burning his heart, and his mind was blank. He didn't know how to deal with this hot potato now, and he didn't know how to face the woman he had always respected and respected in the future.

Wu Xiaoqi placed the manure bucket at the door, and after entering the house, he quickly tied the door, and took out the gun from his waist with trembling hands.

The grip and magazine on the dark gun were glowing silver light, and it was obviously used frequently, so it would shine. In other words, the owner of this gun often used it. Although Wu Xiaoqi was young, he knew that only when he used it frequently would this situation occur. Just like the wooden hoe handle on the hoe handle of Uncle Wang’s house, the wooden hoe handle was shiny. As soon as the gun reached his palm, the strange feeling that had been at the bottom of the pit was surging again, which made Wu Xiaoqi confused. He could now confirm that he really seemed to be familiar with this thing. Whether it was the feeling of electric shock, his attention and mind were attracted, or the fire-like feeling attached to his body, it was not because the owner of this gun was Sister Ping.

Wu Xiaoqi seemed to be unable to control his hands, but he actually picked up the face cloth involuntarily and carefully wiped the filth still on the gun's body. He was so attentive and serious, as if the gun was part of his body.

"Boom, Boom!"

When Wu Xiaoqi was immersed in this feeling, there were three soft knocks on the door from his home, and then another whispered question came from outside the door: "Xiaoqi, are you at home?"

When Wu Xiaoqi heard the knock on the door, his heart suddenly tightened again. He grabbed the gun and hid it in his broken mattress. However, when he heard the familiar sound behind him, his nervousness disappeared again because he knew that it was Sister Ping who came.

"Sister, I'm here."

While Wu Xiaoqi was speaking, he had already opened the door bolt and opened the door.
Chapter completed!