Rock sugar gourds scattered all over the place

Today, when I heard my colleagues discussing the sugar gourd, I remembered a scene I saw when I was a child.

It was one night in the 000s, I was playing in the square of Park Hill in my hometown county, and there were many people in the square, which was very lively.

Suddenly, chaos broke out in the square, and two people selling rock sugar gourds fought, each waving the rock sugar gourd rack in their hands, which was the stick tied with straw straw. Soon the rock sugar gourds scattered on the ground, and one of them bled from the brain gate, and a bright red stream of blood hung on the brain door.

The man with the bleeding brain was full of grievances, gasping for breath with his mouth, and looking at the other person with hatred. The other looked a little triumphant, looking contemptuously at the bleeding man.

The nearby 110 patrol car soon arrived and took both men away, saying that the two were disturbing public order, and the rock sugar gourd rack was also taken away as a tool for committing the crime.

The square soon returned to liveliness, and the rock sugar gourds scattered on the ground were picked up.

And I feel sad for these two people, especially sympathy for the person who is full of grievances. They came thousands of miles from their hometown to this strange county town, shouting at the rock sugar gourd. They are all out of the house, why can't they understand each other?

Well, both of them went in. Usually, at night, the two men go back, probably with their respective families. This night, neither of them could go back, and their respective families must be looking forward to it.