The dazzling mystery of the night fades away, and the hazy morning comes.
The Peninsula Hotel, as the oldest luxury hotel in Hong Kong, has ushered in a new day.
On the lush lawn, the sharp green grass blades are covered with crystal dew, and the small lake not far away is hazy in the light mist.
A girl with a voluptuous figure was skipping rope on a small cobblestone path.
The girl was wearing an apricot short-sleeved shirt and white sky blue denim shorts.
The girl's two white, jade-like arms and two long, slender legs were exposed.
The girl's breasts are neither very big nor very small, and they match her figure perfectly.
The girl's small white hands held both ends of the skipping rope, her pink face was slightly flushed, and her pair of swollen breasts jumped up and down like two naughty little rabbits every time she jumped.
"---ninety-eight--ninety-nine---one hundred."
After jumping a hundred skipping ropes, the girl panted slightly and stopped. She wiped the sweat on her forehead and smiled sweetly at a lean little old man not far away: "Grandpa Jiu Scar, go back to eat.
."
The lean old man sitting next to the pool was fascinated by the goldfish in the pool. He turned his head and grinned at the girl, showing a mouth full of black and yellow teeth. He quickly put away the pipe and pot in his hand and said with a smile: "Okay.
, Qing'er, I'll be here right away."
Qing'er trotted and came to Grandpa Jiu Scar, stretched out her hand to grab the cigarette pouch and pot in his hand, curled her red mouth slightly, and pretended to be angry: "I have told you so many times that smoking is harmful to health, Grandpa Jiu Scar, you are
Don’t listen. The scar has healed and you have forgotten the pain. Have you forgotten that you coughed so much that you couldn’t sleep well a few nights ago?”
The little old man's cigarette pouch and pot were taken away. He stretched out his hand and scratched his gray braids with the legacy of the Qing Dynasty, and said with a smile: "Qing'er, just think of me as pitiful Grandpa Jiu Scar. At home, with your grandpa in charge, I don't dare to smoke.
, I finally came to Hong Kong with you, and finally got rid of your grandfather’s surveillance. Just let Grandpa Jiu Scar take a sip."
Qing'er pouted her red mouth and pretended to be angry: "I know you are afraid of my grandpa, not me. You can smoke whenever you want around me. Don't you know that I am allergic to smoke? Do you want to make me smoke second-hand smoke?"
?”
"Of course not, Qing'er." The little old man Jiu Scar shook his head like a bob drum, "I will never smoke more than 20 meters away from Qing'er. Is this okay?"
"No!" Qing'er said non-negotiably: "You can't smoke even one sip. When you come here, my grandfather told me to keep an eye on you and not let you smoke. This time I will just turn a blind eye.
You can't see anything with one eye. If you are caught by me next time, if I don't call and report it to my grandpa, he will definitely let you fly home immediately."
"But please don't, Qing'er, I finally came to Hong Kong once, and if you ask me to get out before I've had enough fun, I won't do it."
At the critical moment, the little girl in front of him took out Shang Fang's sword, and Jiu Scar was helpless.
Qing'er giggled and said, "Well, that's pretty much it. Let's go and go back to eat. My favorite is the barbecued pork buns from the Peninsula Hotel. Grandpa Jiu Scar, follow me."
"Okay!"
The little old man Jiu Scar has a thin face, a smile like a cracked walnut skin, and a pair of cloudy eyes full of doting. Looking at the girl in front of him who is as light and jumping as a little deer, Jiu Scar's heart is filled with warmth
.
Jiu Scar. Actually, his real name is not Jiu Scar.
As long as Xiaobai can remember, there has been this little old man in the family with an amiable smile. He is grandpa's personal guard. But the other guards seem to be afraid of him. Although he always has a harmless smile on his face,
When the bodyguards below saw him, they were like a mouse seeing a cat, unable to hide.
Later, as Xiaobai grew up, he heard many different versions of the story about Grandpa Nine Scars from the old guards.
It is said that the origin of the name Grandpa Nine Scars is because he was a monk who had nine ring scars on his head after being shaved. It is not known how old he lived. Even Xiaobai’s grandfather, the old man of the Wen family, does not know
.
It is said that the old man of the Wen family was engaged in business when he was young, traveling north to Tsarist Russia and south to Southeast Asia. In order to support his family, he managed to carve out a world between Japan and the Kuomintang.
Jiu Scar met the old man of the Wen family when he went to Nanyang. At that time, Jiu Scar was skinny and starved to death. Although he was starving to death, he neither stole nor robbed. He would rather starve to death than harm others. He was passing by at that time.
The old man of the Wen family stretched out his hand and handed Jiu Scar a dry steamed bun that could kill a wild dog if thrown out. When the steamed bun was in Jiu Scar's hand, Jiu Scar didn't even say thank you, and just finished the bun in a few bites.
"You saved my life. From now on, my life is yours." Jiu Scar said to Mr. Wen.
Mr. Wen was young at the time and didn't care. After laughing, he said: "Although the steamed buns are mine, your life is still your own. I will exchange a steamed bun for your life. Is it not a loss for you?"
"It's not a loss." Jiu Scar said seriously.
After smiling at Jiu Scar, Mr. Wen turned around and left. He didn't take it to heart.
The sky is unpredictable, and people are prone to misfortune and fortune.
That time, in Nanyang, the buyer not only refused to pay for the porcelain and silk that Mr. Wen had worked so hard to bring, but also wanted to kill Mr. Wen. Just when Mr. Wen was in danger of something unexpected, Nine Scars appeared from the sky, and only
With three punches and two kicks, five thugs were killed. Everyone present was stunned. The buyers from Nanyang not only paid obediently, but also nodded and bowed, unable to kneel down.
Seeing that the skinny Jiu Scar was so good at kung fu, Mr. Wen fell in love with talents. Later, Jiu Scar found out that the hard bun that Mr. Wen gave him was brought from his hometown.
If the silk and porcelain sold in Nanyang's last ration were not paid back, he would be on the verge of starving to death just like himself. From then on, Jiu Scar became even more determined to follow Mr. Wen.
Over the past few decades, the two old friends have gone through ups and downs. The Wen family's business has grown bigger and bigger, and Jiu Scar's reputation in the world has become more and more famous.
Once, two people were escorting goods through the Northeast and were targeted by the gangsters in the Northeast. That time was really bloody. Under siege by dozens of tough men, they used knives and guns, but Wen was besieged at that time.
No one from the Northeastern underworld of the old man and Jiu Scar left Daxinganling alive.
Jiu Scar finally supported the limping old man Wen, and left Daxinganling tragically and gracefully. The blood stained the vast white snow.
Even now that that battle is mentioned, the older generation of people in the world still lament it.
After that battle, the Nine Scars nicknamed him Bloody Hand!
ps: Sorry, brothers, the second update is belatedly. In fact, I don’t want to get stuck. The trouble is that every month at the end of the month, I get stuck, even more punctual than a woman’s aunt. Tonight, I get stuck especially badly.
It took me three hours to code 2,000 words. I am a pure man, how could I be infected with such a bad habit? Shuixiu please help me, please ask the master of male science and writing~~