: 007 slightly subtotal

"Small ... son, where are we going?" The men’s clothing was uncomfortable, and whispered in a whisper of flowers in front of the white fluttering.
Twelve silver, enough to add a good line of horror, white clothing boots, folding fan in hand, a green silk with a towel belt, between the gestures are the temperament of the good son, walking on the road is not to let people Frequently turn back.
Out of the cloud, he touched his mouth and touched a pair of silver in his pocket. He said with great sorrow: "The son, now there is only one or two silver coins left. Are you still going to cut through the pavilion?"
"Of course, go," the flower stunned and beat the fan with his head. "But before that, we have to go to another place."
Following the seven bends and eighteen turns of the alley, the flower horror finally stopped, and Haoyue looked at the signboard in front of him, and said incredulously: "The gambling house?!"
"Buy big and buy small, buy it well!"
"big big big!"
"Small! Small! Small!"
Like the horror of thinking, it is small and crowded, and it is also mixed with the sweaty smell of men.
I looked around and found that the atmosphere in the middle of the table was the highest. When I squeezed it, I found that everyone’s eyes were concentrated on a small old man, which was precisely focused on the silver ticket in his hand.
The person sitting in Zhuang looked at his eyes just like watching a fat sheep, constantly urging him to bet. The old man couldn’t make up his mind several times. Finally he finally bit his teeth and threw it on the "small". Other bets throw people. On the "big", the color is open, it really is big!
"It's big!" The old man screamed, touched his pocket, turned and walked out of the crowd, mourning: "There is another loss, and then the coffin is gone!"
The flowers stunned to cover the lips and smiled, whispering: "Old man, do you want to turn over this book?"
The old man looked at him with a stunned look. "How can you do it?"
The flower stunned and bowed a few words in his ear, and the old man thought about it for a while and then squeaked back.
The gambling began again, and the dealer saw the old man coming back. He smirked at the polite moment, while sipping people to make a bet and look at the people around him.
"This time I am going back to the big one!" The old man’s one thousand and two silver tickets were pressed on the "big", and the flowers were stunned and folded one or two silver tickets into tofu blocks and thrown on the "small".
"Big! Big! Big!" the old man shouted.
"Small! Small! Small!" everyone shouted.
When the dealer opened, it was still small. The dealer happily collected the silver ticket of the old man for one thousand two. When he was surprised, he spent his own one or two silver tickets with the fan. He said: "The dealer, pay two, is it?"
The dealer gave her a look and pushed over a pair of silver.
The flower stunned and shook the fan and bounced the tofu block. He said, "How much is it inside?"
The banker opened the silver ticket, and the silver ticket that opened the bread suddenly changed his face. "Five thousand two?!"
"Is it not to lose?"
The dealer gnashed his teeth and said: "Compensate, of course, pay!"
Going out of the gambling house, I took a thousand and two silver tickets and gave the rest to the old man. "I don't think it's worth it."
The old man smiled and his beard was tilted up, counting the silver ticket and nodding his head. "It should be!"
"What is the kid's name?" The old man asked for the silver ticket.
I was surprised to see him. "My mother taught me not to tell my name to others!"
The old man sighed, then he laughed and ran away with two short legs and started running. "That kid you take care!"
"Where! Chasing!" The far-reaching voice scared the moon, "Miss, the gambler!"
Spend a horror and look back, where there is the shadow of the old man, a bite of the teeth, and now smashed the moon and the clouds ran!