The IQ of the rat is higher than I thought, and even beyond my imagination.

Honestly, this rat is not only so simple to understand people, but also rich feelings like living people.

I don't know if they read more than seven treasures, or they are afraid of the old man, and the fat rat is very self-blameed for the thing I was captured by the Wangshan Village.

Since I woke up in the hospital, this rat stood by me, even if I returned to the pharmacy, I was used to squeeze a bed with me...

Every morning, before I woke up, the rat would take turns doing facial massages with its four small claws.

A few days ago, I still felt that this rat was very intimate, knowing that my body was not comfortable, and I stole a set of health massages.

But after a while, I understood... shit massage!

The rat woke up hungry and urged me to go downstairs and get it to eat!

Sprinkle with it, fight with it, and finally I choose to give up my dignity, and ask it in a low voice: "Master, can you wake me up later?"

The rat did not take care of me, very humane in bed, do not stop the small claws patting the bed, as if to urge me to go downstairs to cook for it.

This brute also picks his mouth, and after we eat our meals, they are all dismissive of the nuts of melon peanuts.

Last night I drank half a glass of white wine with my grandfather and ate a pig elbow.

I still can’t figure out how this bastard got it!You can’t have sulfuric acid in your stomach, right?

“Squeaking!”

“I’m the one who’s got you!You have to force me to be a dead rat, right?

The rat looked at me, and I did not hesitate, and it spit out a black "smoke ring" from my mouth.

If I am not mistaken, it must have formed the qi in the body of the rat...

“Squeak.”The spear rat continued to spit on the smoke ring, the almost living person's eyes, full of suggestive.

As the saying goes, the gun is out of the regime, and the fist is the hard truth.

This rat should have realized the true meaning of it, and it was hard to fight me to do it, so he dared to take me as a errand.

In desperation, I could only go downstairs with my face full of frustration, take a piece of pre-prepared sauce and beef from the refrigerator, and cut it some to send it.

After eating and drinking, the squeal did not toss me again, and kept patting her rolling stomach, lying on the bed, squeaking and screaming non-stop.

I stood up to the urge to lift my hand and draw it, ready to lie back to sleep.

At this time, a sound of a gong suddenly came through the window.

The gong sounded, and it sounded like it came from the street, and the sound was very light, and it stopped after only three knocks.

Maybe it's curiosity.

I went over to open the window, glanced over the other side of the street, and saw a small tricycle parked at the intersection, and there was a sign on it, and a few large words were written in black ink.

Small man's play.

"Early in the morning, we go to the lake to sell art . . . these can be enough to run ..."

I shook my head and sighed.

The brute, who looked down at the rat, also climbed up and lay down at the window, looking at it, as if he were curious about the outside.

I took two sips of the tea tank and asked it, do you want to go down and see it?

"The oil stall is also about to open, along the way to buy a few taste?"I asked.

The rat squeaked, nodded, and looked at me excitedly.

I put on my clothes and stuffed the squirrel into my duffel bag, and when I went downstairs, I found that my grandfather had got up, was boiling water in the kitchen to make tea, and I was still smoking a cigarette in my mouth, and I looked very leisurely.

“Arise?”I ran to the door and said, “What do you want to eat?”I will bring you back!”

“Are you going to go out?”Grandpa asked.

“There’s a man singing over there, and I’ll look at it and come back with some oil strips...”

"Bring me two meat buns, whatever else."Grandfather waved.

I said, and went out the door with the rat.

To say that there are definitely not a few people who are afraid of rats in this world, let alone such a big rat.

Because of this, in order to avoid trouble, as long as the rat is out of the house, the hand luggage bag is necessary.

I don’t like to be in there...

In the morning, the streets are quiet and empty, and the footsteps of walking are clear and audible.

Looking at the three-wheeled car at the corner of the street, I wondered directly in my heart, this so-called little man's play... what kind of play is it?

Drama, Cantonese opera, Yu opera.

I have been exposed to these three operas, most of which are taken by my grandfather to listen to me, and my mind is somewhat impressed.

But this little man’s play... can’t let the little man sing?Are all the villains in the show?

The question in my head was quickly answered.

When I got to the street, the little man's play had just arranged the stage.

The stage is not large, one meter high and one meter wide, is a wooden box, there is a layer of dark red tulle hanging outside, can only vaguely see the situation inside.

After the tulle, on the left and right sides, each placed a small electric light, like a power supply, orange lights through the tulle, looking at the opposite color.

The owner of the bicycle is an old man, about the same age as the grandfather, the kind of purpose, very kind, very kind.

Seeing that I had been looking at this wooden box with tulle, he asked me, “Little brother, do you want to listen to the play?”

“Old man, what kind of play are you singing?”I looked at him curiously: “Is the little man’s play a local play or...”

“The River Theatre!”The boss explained: "It's definitely an authentic Sichuan opera!"

“Is it called a little show?”I tested to ask.

“The head!”The boss laughed, picked up the towel on his shoulder and wiped his sweat, and said with some embarrassment: "It may not be the same as the authentic Sichuan drama... but it is definitely interesting!"

I nodded, said okay, look at a piece of money?

“Two dollars to see once.”The boss said.

As soon as I heard his offer, I suddenly felt expensive, two dollars... this face does not seem to be worth it!

"Let them show you a face."The boss smiled, and seemed to know what I was thinking: "You think it's worth it, and I'll let them sing to you again."

“All right.”I nodded my head, looked around for a while, and some wondered: "Where is the person who sings?"Didn’t come with you?”

The boss went to the edge of the wooden box, gently knocked twice, and said, "Isn't this coming?"

I didn't think much at the time, and followed the boss's eyes and looked at the wooden box.

Through the tulle, only one left and one right, two small people walked up to the stage.

These two little people are only 20 centimeters tall, from the outline point of view, are wearing costumes, walking posture is still very natural.

It is no exaggeration to say that, just like the living, the action is not half-hard!

They went to the stage, first gently slammed two long sleeves, and then hugged me.

It's a puppet show?

I muttered directly in my heart, and looked at the boss again, only to think that this guess was not right... his hands were hanging on his side... There was no movement to control the line at all!

“You don’t have a TV in there, do you?”I tested and asked.

Hearing this, the two little people standing on the stage opened their mouths, and the voices of the speech were different, but they were all Sichuan accents.

“What a TV!We don't make those fakes!It’s all real!”

"Yes!How could it be fake!The TV needs to be plugged in!”

It is a shame to say a word.

When I heard them speak, I almost subconsciously played a cold trembling, and my heart was beating fast, and I just felt inexplicably afraid.

“Is it funny?”The boss looked forward to looking at me.

I looked at the two little people on the stage, swallowed my mouth and nodded and said it was interesting.

“Don’t be afraid, this is a show!”The boss comforted, "As for why they move, I can't say that."

“This is a trick, isn’t it?”I tested to ask.

“Yes.”The boss smiled: "The little man who juggled the trick, want to see it?"

Just as I nodded and said I wanted to see it, the squeaking rat was like the discovery of the new continent, and while the excited squeaking, while drilling out of the luggage bag, jumped directly to the three-wheeler.

Before I could stop it, I saw the two little people on the stage turn around and run, and my mouth was still shouting.

“Big mouse, big mouse!”

“Come on, I’m afraid you’re going to eat!”