一秃头岭下,有一个名叫莲花屯的小村庄,由于土地贫瘠,再加上交通不便,乡亲们的日子过得紧紧巴巴,一点儿都不宽裕。这日午后,一辆小型客货两用车停在了村口,从车上走下两个身阔腰粗的小伙子,一个眉下有条刀疤,一个敞着怀,胸口文着只张牙舞爪的下山虎。两人四下望望,快步走向莲花屯唯一的一家小酒馆。跨进店,两人要了四个小菜和几瓶啤酒,边瞄着窗外边 Under a bald ridge, there is a small village called Lianhuatun. Due to the barren land and the inconvenient transportation, the folks live a tight life and are not at all well-off. This afternoon, a small passenger and goods van parked in the village entrance, walked down from the car two thick waist thick young man, a brow under the knives scar, one open arms, chest writing clattering Downhill tiger. The two looked around and walked quickly to the only tavern in Lianhuatun. Into the store, the two had four small dishes and a few bottles of beer, while aiming at the window outside