As soon as Hu Ti heard "ticket check", he immediately gave Mu Tian a confident look, then took his wrist out of the young man's hand, reached into his arms, took out two long pieces of paper, and slapped them on the table.
The piece of paper is a light yellow strip two fingers wide, with the words "Phoenix Theater Bookplate" printed in red on it.
Hu Tidan pressed the note with his finger, looked up at the young man with bright eyes, and a deep sarcasm emerged from the corner of his mouth.
You're stupid, I came prepared!
The young man glanced at the note on the table, pointed at Hu Qianhuai, and folded his index fingers: "Take it out, take it out again."
Hu Ti looked at Mu Tian in surprise, took out his ticket, and struck the young man in the ribs with his elbow.
The boy turned sideways, blocked it with his backhand, turned his wrist, grabbed Hu Qianqian's chest, and shouted: "Fare evasion!"
Be good, I have practiced!
Mu Tian wanted to stand up, but the hand on his shoulder was already pressed against his neck.
Everyone listening to the book immediately looked here, pointing and shouting. Even when the curtain on the stage was opened, few people paid attention. They were looking forward to the martial arts show that was about to be performed off the stage.
Two middle-aged people watching the scene had also approached.
Hu Ti's face had begun to turn purple, and he held the boy's hand weakly with both hands, exhaling heavily.
"Tie them up and send them to the police station!"
"What kind of world is it that you can't even read a book?"
"Fight it out!"
"Yes, fight out!"
Mu Tian glanced at the stage. Zhang Jingteng had already walked onto the stage holding a folding fan in both hands.
The young man couldn't help but follow his gaze and glance towards the stage.
Mu Tian suddenly came out with both hands, crossed and locked the boy's arm that was holding his neck, and held the boy's elbow with his backhand.
There was only a "click" sound, and the rough palm of the young man scratched Mu Tian's cheek. He also let out an "ah" sound, and the door suddenly opened.
Mu Tian formed fists with his hands and hit the young man's throat with his right elbow.
Soon enough, the old man in the toilet separated Mu Tian's elbow with one palm, pulled the young man, and stood between them.
The young man let go of Hu Ti and fell to the ground while holding on to the stool.
"They are evading fares!" The young man, half lying on the ground, pointed at Mu Tian and Hu Ti and shouted.
Mu Tian's elbow seemed to be stuck in the old man's palm, and a pain and numbness shot up.
Too hasty.
Mu Tian secretly said.
He smiled and said to the old man: "Ashamed."
The old man retracted his palm, took half a step back, and turned to look at the young man on the ground.
Mu Tian understood, and bent down and extended his hand to the young man.
The young man glared at Mu Tian and ignored him.
The old man moved his toe and stabbed the young man's waist without any trace.
The young man stood up with one palm on the ground, held Mu Tian's hand, and stood up.
Mu Tian saw it clearly and was surprised: Darling, you are really careless!
Just listen to the old man saying lightly: "Replace the ticket. There are so many people watching, there are rules here."
Mu Tian quickly took the call and said to the young man: "Sorry, let's go make up the tickets."
The anger on the young man's face subsided a little, and he looked at the old man inquiringly.
The old man nodded.
The young man turned around and walked towards the entrance.
Mu Tian pulled Hu Ti, clasped his hands towards the old man, and then followed the young man.
I heard the old man say from behind: "Others still want to listen to books."
When Mu Tian looked back, he saw two middle-aged spectators following him.
When people listening to the book saw that the play ended silently, they turned their attention to the stage.
On the stage, Zhang Jingteng had already sat down in front of the table. He raised his hand and Xingmu snapped it down.
"As mentioned last time..."
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The new spring door opens.
The young man walked out and stood by the door.
Hu Ti and Mu Tian exited and staggered to a stop on the high platform in front of the door. They turned around and glared at the two middle-aged people who followed them out to watch the scene - each had a whistle stick in their hands, and then stared at the boy again.
The young man folded his hands on his shoulders and nodded towards the ticket office at the foot of the steps.
Hu Ti took a wrong step, raised his chest, and stared at the boy.
The young man did not show any weakness, his head was frozen, and he stared at Hu Ti.
From a distance, the two looked like cocks about to fight.
The two middle-aged people watching were holding whistle sticks in both hands, staring intently, ready to make a move.
Mu Tian stabbed him diagonally, pinched Hu Ti's shoulder and whispered, "Give his grandpa some face."
Hu Ti obviously didn't intend to do this, and shook Mu Tian's hand off his shoulder: "Why? His grandfather said that stealing books is not stealing. Why does this grandson want to find the police?"
The young man removed his hands from his shoulders with a "swish", clenched his hands into fists, and looked at Hu Ti: "Who are you scolding?!"
Hu Ti was startled, then stepped steadily on his horse and protected his face with both palms.
Seeing this, Mu Tian waved his hand towards Hu Ti to let him relax, then stood in front of the young man, "Your grandfather said," he said with some seriousness, "People who like to listen to books are good people. Who can see a good person like the police?"
?right."
There was a spasm on the young man's face, his fists rattled, and his eyes nearly popped out.
Mutian smiled and pointed at the young man's fist, "I won't fight you," he continued in a calm tone, "If you have anything to say, talk to me."
The young man looked confused, but his body was still tense.
Mu Tian smiled and said, "Right, they are all good people. What your grandfather just said in the toilet, you can't just forget it right now, can you?"
The young man's cheeks trembled, "Let's go!" He pointed at the street and said sternly, "Go as far as you want, you are not welcome here!"
The two spectators held whistle sticks in their hands for fear of being hit.
Mu Tian glanced back at the two of them disdainfully, "Brother, I was a policeman in my previous life. Do you believe I filmed you?" He stared into the young man's eyes and thought to himself.
The young man showed no weakness and met his gaze.
Hu Ti suddenly shouted: "It's boring, it's not fun, I won't play anymore."
Mu Tian chuckled, waved his hand in front of the young man, turned around and pulled Hu Ti down the steps.
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Turning the corner, Hu Ti suddenly stopped, looked back at the Phoenix Theater, and murmured: "How come they saw through it? It's impossible."
He took out the bookstore ticket, held it in front of his eyes and examined it carefully.
Mu Tian grabbed the ticket, took a look at it, and threw it away, "I just exchanged the ticket, what else can I get?"
Hu Ti said "Oh" and quickly bent down to pick up the ticket and examined it, "Look, the old carving knife is blunt and the lines are not carved straight. They must have noticed it here."
"You can tell at a glance that it's fake. It must have been exchanged for tickets. It has nothing to do with whether the carving knife is blunt or not."
"No, the knife is blunt."
"The ticket has been exchanged."
"The knife is blunt."
"The tickets have been exchanged."
"bet."
"Let's make a bet. What's the bet on?"
Hu Ti touched his chin and said in deep thought: "If I lose, I'll treat you to snake (pronounced as 'what' in dialect) soup and fried buns."
"Okay, I lost a new carving knife."
"make a deal."
"Are you rich, you?"
"You don't need to worry about this. Don't you know that I still call it 'keep a hand'?"
"Hmph, I must be taking advantage of other people's leaves again."
"Don't worry about it. Why don't you keep track of Yun Shang's sewing accounts? It's half a pound, ha."
"Stop talking nonsense, go back and see the results."
The two of them hurried back to the ticket office in front of the theater. Through the window, they saw that the tickets on the table were red.
Mu Tian proudly put his arm around Hu Ti's shoulders and patted him teasingly.
Hu Ti was unwilling to give in and shouted from the window: "Do you want to pre-sell tickets for tomorrow?"
"The tickets for tomorrow haven't been delivered yet." The ticket office inside responded.
Hu Ti looked at Mu Tian wearily and said, "Snake soup."