Barrel and fuse

  He turned back and glared at me in anger, but it wasn't to scold me, rather he was rebuking his own brother: "Madman, can you shut your mouth?"

  Three crazy guys blinked, with an innocent face asked: "Why? You're a soft-shelled shrimp and have nothing to do with me, worshiping the mountain god is superstition. Little Lu Zi, you can't randomly frame good people." He said with righteous indignation. Lu Xun was about to get up with one hand on the ground, but the other hand grasped my wrist, pulling hard before standing up straight, then let go and took two steps back, putting his arm around Three Crazy's shoulder and saying: "Crazy, let's talk, Liang Ge, you and Xu Jiu go ahead, tell Old Tie to slow down a bit."

  The three lunatics held back Liang Ge, "Old Liang, I have no common language with him, there is a generation gap, don't abandon me."

  In the next instant, his hand was chopped open by Lü Chù. Liáng Gē walked to my side with a helpless expression. I calmly stroked my wrist, which had just been secretly pinched by Lü Chù, and cursed in my heart. Compared to Lü Chù, I have to be more wary of Liáng Gē. He's not as emotionally transparent as Lü Chù, nor is he as crazy as Sān Fēngzi. This person might be the most cunning of the three. He used all sorts of tactics like "pointing at the mulberry tree while scolding the locust tree" and making veiled criticisms, which I've all taken in stride. It's clear that he doesn't have a good impression of me either.

  Lu Xun and San Fengzi fell behind, only to hear them whispering, but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. Lu Xun turned his head slightly to look back, still with a pure and transparent expression, but San Fengzi looked somewhat sly, with the air of an underground party contact secretly discussing something.

  I shook my head with a wry smile, and just then I heard Liang Ge's voice beside my ear: "Xu Jiu, Lu Xudong is someone you can't even get close to. So, I advise you to give up that little notion of yours." This made it sound like I had designs on Lu Xudong, as if I'd been pining for him for ages. I was so angry I couldn't help but laugh, and raised an eyebrow to ask: "Which eye did you use to see me having notions about Lu Xudong?"

  Brother Liang was rushed by me, not getting angry at all, and smiled playfully after saying "Nothing is the best." Then he didn't say a word, walking steadily with his feet, keeping a distance of two feet from me.

  After a while, Lu Xun caught up and exchanged positions with Liang Ge, saying something out of tune: "Alright."

  He inexplicably, followed by an explanation: "The madman I'll take care of it myself, and he won't make that kind of joke again. You can also stop taking revenge." After a pause, he added another sentence: "My foot really hurts." He looked down at his shoe and saw a very deep indentation on the surface.

  It's hard to keep a straight face in this situation, and as soon as my mouth corners curved slightly, I heard him say: "If you want to laugh, just laugh, it's weird if your skin laughs but not your flesh." Instantly, I smiled and teased him without being polite, "A big man was stepped on by a foot, is it necessary to be so nagging? I didn't do it on purpose." He looked up at the sky and laughed strangely, "Whether it's intentional or not, heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know."

  I thought for a moment and added a cold joke: "The gods know, the fox spirits also know."

  He directly vented his anger...... After a long while, he weakly and resentfully said: "Xu Jiu, where did you learn to speak like this? You never know how to yield. I don't know how someone with your temperament can get along with others, just like a cannonball."

  I coolly smiled back: "Let me enlighten you with a common sense: the cannon needs to be ignited, and it must have a fuse."

  At first he didn't understand, but after a few seconds, he asked: "You mean I'm the fuse?"

  "Or else?"

  He shut up one after another, with a choked expression, looking at my eyes with a cool and collected gaze, accompanied by Xinghuo Mozi, but wisely no longer chatting with me. He finally understood one thing: when talking to me, his IQ was too low.