My captain, my team chapter 52???? I just like staying here! What's wrong with you?! This is all a bunch of nonsense, what's wrong with you?! Nonsense is my brother, we were born and died together before you were even born! Not convinced, what's wrong with you?! Go ahead, go ahead! Blocking me is your own fault……

  Another shock in the midst of chaos, and Na La and She Bi's buttocks drilled in, with a kind of apocalyptic excitement on their faces.

  "Fight, fight! This is great, they're not just going to fight in bed!"

  "The northeastern old men are showing off their prowess, haha."

  I whispered to them so as not to disturb the proceedings below, where the dragon was leaving us all agog.

  "Hey, I didn't stop you. I wasn't finished speaking. I said when the sky brightens up, you can leave, but don't drag my son along! I said you're not my wife, but Leibao is my son, if you want to leave, go ahead, but my son stays behind! Don't drag him away, I'm his father!"

  It's so absurd that we can't even laugh anymore. In another shock, the door god led Lei Bao'er in.

  The tone of speech of the Mourning Star is exactly the same as that of Hao Shouyi, "Aiya, this is not good. Children, children."

  The little kid doesn't care at all, finds a soft spot and falls asleep immediately, he's already very skilled at it - it's us who are staring blankly at the little kid.

  "Say, he... his mom got beaten up, how come he doesn't care at all?"

  I said: "The one who eats the pain is the loudest, so it's not necessarily Mí Lóng's wife who gets beaten up?"

  Then we giggled and smiled foolishly. A Yi was as unenthusiastic as ever, looking dull and seemingly lost in thought the whole evening.

  That night we didn't sleep well again because the couple quarreled all night, but we were happy because someone was unhappier than us.

  A wife didn't want her husband to hang out with a group of useless people who create nothing and destroy nothing, so she wanted to leave. So we always laughed at her long hair and short sight.

  The sky is about to brighten, we are staggering around the house, kicking our legs, humming a tune, and harmonizing with the unseen dragon's wailing cry which has now changed into a sobbing tone with a hint of resentment, "......I didn't hit you. You say, take a look at me. You say that's what they call hitting?"

  We burst into laughter because Not Spicy was kneeling on the ground, matching his voice with gestures.

  "Alright, I just wiped off a few fingers. You didn't see that everyone is about to die, did you? That was my deputy shooter," said Mie Long.

  I said: "Does he know his deputy's name?"

  "I'm so anxious. Auntie, I want to leave. But where can we go? If it were just you and me, that would be easy. But we have the child with us." Ming Long sounded like he was begging.

  The snake's fart butt lifted the dragon and found a way, "Want rice!"

  Bu Lao said: "In this war-torn and famine-stricken place, who can afford to have extra food in their mouth? Bean cakes are something that people will come back for, just look at them."

  The snake's butt said: "The dragon will rob the nest."

  "Are you bringing your wife and children?" Na La asked.

  I forced a smile.

  Zenda is a lazy spider web, the collection station is a spider spirit that has been trapped. Yu Shi doesn't worry about deserters because the whole army is made up of wandering outsiders. Escaping means starving to death. Apart from this, no one will give you two meals a day, one dry and one thin. Struggling is futile, what we finally learn is to treat the spider web as a warm bed, and even become skilled at finding some strange fun in it.

  My expression suddenly stiffened, and the other guys' faces were also equally strange expressions, because we clearly heard the voice of the lost dragon.

  "Alright, then leave. You think your man doesn't act like a man here, then leave. Three outsiders, three tied together, three become one family, three die in one pile. What you want, fine. What you want, you forced."

  We were silent. I think others who could hear the dragon in his house were also silent. The dragon was silent too. It had been a long time since it was so quiet here at night.

  Then we heard the dragon say: "Let's go."

  He probably ended the dispute with a heavy punch or kick. We felt another shock, and then there was the sound of pails and buckets being moved, and the door opening and closing heavily. The dragon went out to take his bath.

  We were stunned, now it's not just one death, but also three more to go, maybe three more deaths.

  The dragon was in his usual corner, washing himself with the cool water he had fetched. The dragon's wife brought him a towel that he had forgotten to bring. The dragon silently took it and his wife silently walked away.

  I took a look. Walked over quietly.

  "Hey, Mí Lóng."

  "Hey, little brother."

  I was taken aback by this unusual greeting, and the dragon turned around. If I wasn't feeling down about something, I would have burst out laughing at the sight of the dragon's face, with its clear scratch marks. I glanced at the dragon's wife, who was just entering the house, and she had suffered a similar disaster - her face was swollen and bruised from being slapped by the dragon.

  The dragon was somewhat embarrassed, "The girls have lost their manners, and it's really laughable for the brothers."

  "Alright. With you guys around, brothers have something to do every night."

  "This dragon is unexpectedly pleased, 'Heh heh, that's good.'"

  I remained silent for a moment, even a coarse nerve like yours should know that we're not talking about this.

  "Really, is it a dragon?" I asked.

  "Seriously. I rushed in for a night, and after being splashed with cold water, I really felt it was true. You say what am I doing here, following the crowd, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, like a pig being led by people, mixing and mingling for two days, one thick and one thin? Not even wanting to live, but still seeking these scattered rewards of silver. Isn't that just like being afraid of one's wife, and having one's face scratched until it's covered in flowers?"

  I looked at him, and no matter how I looked at that 38-year-old smile, it seemed younger than my 24-year-old one. So I forced a smile without any joy, "Does talking about embarrassing things make them not embarrassing? Is that what you call being afraid of your wife? Being afraid of your wife means beating her until she has a pig's head and a fat face?"

  The dragon smiled mischievously and said, "It's just a flick of the wrist."

  I said: "Which finger? Chop it off."

  The dragon stretched out a palm and compared it to his own, incidentally slapping himself in the face, expressing a kind of unrepentant self-reproach, then he began to dry himself.

  Ever since he got married, Mi Long became the cleanest person among us. He washes himself every day until he's as spotless as a fragrant baby - now this cleanliness has another meaning.

  "Brother Dragon said, "Dou Bing is going to die, there's a veterinarian next to him, I'll just squeeze over and pretend. I don't like pretending. In the past, I didn't treat him well. Now that it's come to this, I shouldn't pretend to be a good person. From now on, if I meet someone like him again, I should treat him well. This can't be fake, calling it paying back a debt. It's not that he pitied me and I owed him, right? It's just that I've learned my lesson as a person. You say, is that right? Bookworm, share your insights."

  "I don't have such insight, it can't be read in books... You also didn't think I had insight, this is said for our ears."

  The dragon almost smiled warmly, "I'm watching you guys, not saying anything. But still, you're going to suffocate yourselves to death. Humans are a bit smarter than beasts, but that doesn't mean they're smart enough to drive themselves to death. Right? Stupid like a pot of boiled potatoes."

  I nodded in agreement.

  The dragon suddenly cursed: "What's with the crying face? Are you trying to show it off to me?"

  I deny it, "No way."

  It's true, I stared at him, I really wanted to cry, but I had a smiling face.

  "Congratulations," I said.

  "Congratulations! I've brought back my wife and you don't even congratulate me."

  "Congratulations, you really have a knack for doing things well. Also, I think it was your sister-in-law who picked you up from among us."

  "What the hell is this pickled mustard green doing here?" Ming Long said.

  I dryly laughed. Mo Long also stopped looking at me, he knew that if he continued to look, I would probably really cry out - we both didn't like that. Mo Long lowered his head and put on his clothes, casually glancing back at me, "Your brother is coming out. Who knows what he's going to do today."

  I turned back to take a look, and Ah Yi and several others were coming out. The things in their hands, if I wasn't mistaken, were the basketball hoops that Tang Ji had given us, which we had never really looked at before.

  "Who is my brother?" I asked the puzzled dragon.

  "He said, 'Maybe it's your brother. Anyway, they're twins. Don't you think you two are really alike? Come up with a sarcastic remark and tell him quickly, I've never seen such good brothers.'"

  I already knew who he was talking about, even if he didn't look at me with his eyes. I scolded him: "Your mother is a bastard."

  Then I walked towards the people of early morning, bidding farewell. I walked towards the people among whom I had to continue to mix.

  A Yi was doing something that would seem ridiculous if you understood the deeper meaning behind it. If you thought about how he spent an entire night pondering this, it would be even more laughable - he and his friends, who weren't exactly known for using their brains, or those who loved to blindly cause trouble, were trying to set up a basketball court in the courtyard. This wasn't an easy task. Moreover, they didn't even have a basketball hoop. They had to nail the basket directly onto the wall, but our courtyard wasn't shaped like a basketball court as he had envisioned. Not even two baskets were at the same height.

  Many people were booing, although many were helping him, but everyone had a booing expression on their face. He didn't pretend not to know, he just pretended not to care.

  I watched with a cold eye, not wanting to get involved in such a stupid thing. The dragon was returning to his house, and a man who had been scratched all over his face was lovingly touching his wife, who had been beaten until her nose was blue and her face was swollen. That really made me envious, but I couldn't get involved either.

  The dragon has made up its mind. A donkey stood up, using his newly born hand to brush away the carrot in front of his nose, and he already understood that not being a donkey means not having carrots.

  The remaining donkey is heartbroken and disappointed. I thought life was just a donkey chasing after carrots, but now I am also a donkey who hates carrots.

  They drew their basketball court with white powder, without any drawing tools, and the yard was not even the size of a basketball court, so they could only make do with what they had.

  Considering that there are only two or three people between us who know each other, Ah Yi finally reluctantly asked me a question - before he tried to pretend I didn't exist - now he's being careful and even has a hint of expectation, "Where is the 3-point line, bother?"?

  I looked at his almost triangular and two-thirds line, "What three-thirds line?"

  "I'm telling you, it's obvious."

  "I know, but I don't believe it. What's this? You want to bring a grown man to play shuttlecock?"

  A Yi's face turned a bit pale again, "Basketball court... I'm telling you, don't pretend to be stupid."

  "Why is it just the basketball court?" I asked.

  "Because we have basketball... Don't pretend to be stupid."

  I pretended to ask him sincerely, "Did you win your academic medal from playing ball? … Don't be embarrassed, I'm asking if you're a sports enthusiast? I really want to know."

  He suppressed it for a while, and then came out with eight very serious words: "Exercise to protect the country, cultivate emotions." He gritted his teeth and waited for a moment, saying: "You can laugh now."

  But I didn't laugh, I seriously bowed, bowing is so rare between us that A couldn't tell if he should return the courtesy.

  I said: "The training led by Vice-Principal Tang is respectful. The fake goods made people from Myanmar return to Xian Da, and the serious major wants to teach illiterates to play basketball in the name of the country and nation. Haha, I know you want to learn from him."

  I immediately saw A Yi getting angry and dizzy, to be honest, being so angry without pouncing on me is a puzzling thing for others, A Yi was like being possessed, muttering to himself, he was choking with rage.

  "I didn't invite you, did I? Didn't invite you, didn't invite you. Did I invite you? No, I didn't. I never invited you, I never ever invited you, not even a little bit..."

  I covered my ears, "De de de de. Afraid of you. Under your feet."

  A Yi looked down at his empty feet, then looked back at me. Those guys who drew the basketball court had long been annoying, now they were waiting for us with a more pleasant expression than working.

  "I said, 'Three-part line. And can't you just find a piece of string and tie up the white powder so it's straight? This drawing looks like a spider web, if your ruler comes in, it'll get stuck.'"

  A Yi stared at me, despite my obvious intention to make amends. I squatted down, sighed and said "Actually you don't care about the three-point line, just want me to praise you. That's great. I said seriously. Leading everyone with enthusiasm is what Lin Shao should do - as long as you can lead, it's just that I have no way not to feel absurd."

  I also glanced at Ah Yi, whose fist was getting tighter and tighter. I used my fingers to draw a small basketball court on the ground, and I had an inexplicable desire to get beaten up.

  The Mourning Star said, "Take a step back. Take another step back."

  "Not spicy at all," "Just a show." "The two of them have always just been spitting empty words."

  "Are you going to play monkey tricks for the monkeys?"

  A Yi's face turned even paler, and he finally walked away with a slow and hesitant pace to repair his painting line, such slowness and hesitation were close to pain.

  So I made a weird face at them and said, "No show for you monkeys."

  Not embarrassed at all, they scratched themselves like monkeys and continued to help A Yue with her work, or rather, hinder her progress and make fun of her.

  Hao Shouyi moved away from the outside noise, the old man was tired to death, but sat beside Dou Bing, wiping, washing, changing a hot towel, feeding some rice porridge - our only nutrient, doing his futile and useless chatter.

  A Yi finally passed the ball to his motley crew, and that was just the beginning of a joke. A Yi himself didn't quite understand the rules of basketball, and he wasn't good at team sports either. All we could see was a group of people pushing and shoving each other in a small space, with A Yi yelling "Foul! Foul!" as he chased after someone who was running wildly with the ball.

  The Mourning Star quickly and wisely crawled out from under the pile of people, sat down in a safe place to catch his breath, even though his arm had already been bitten - this ball was more like wrestling in every way.

  The snake's buttocks squeezed out of the pile of people waving their arms and legs, under the cover of the dead party not spicy, jumped vigorously, the ball hit the wall of the basket and flew to another direction, naturally did not enter, not spicy "quickly throw quickly throw" The ghost cry also stopped abruptly, the snake's buttocks fell down when his elbow was heavily knocked on his nose.

  So we watched as the nosebleed sprayed wildly, and immediately entwined with the snake's butt - this wasn't anything to worry about, at least I've never seen anyone die from a nosebleed - Míng Lóng stood far away, hehe-ing with laughter, you rarely see him smile so foolishly.

  The dragon is about to be born, and the bean pancake is about to bid farewell. Ah Yi led his confused army in pursuit of a leather ball, as if heaven would give life a meaning for this reason.