Listening to Uncle Hero's words, Luo Hui felt warm currents flowing through his heart one after another. Uncle Hero had never spoken to him like this before.
These words are affirmations and praises for him, but the meaning of these words goes far beyond praise. It is a kind of warmth between relatives, which no one can replace.
Mr. Zhao fell silent, glaring at Uncle Hero and saying nothing. Zhao Qiyang did not dare to speak, knowing his grandfather's temper. In fact, Mr. Zhao did not mean to look down on a bastard like Luo Hui, but he just couldn't let go of his dignity and said a nice word. After all, Mr. Zhao
He is a soldier and represents justice, but what everyone knows Luo Hui represents is darkness and evil.
Good and evil have been incompatible since ancient times. When they see each other, they are naturally in conflict with each other.
Luo Hui smiled slightly and said: "Commander Zhao, I will follow Qi Yang and call you grandpa. Although I, Luo Hui, am a bastard, even a ruffian and a scoundrel. But I think that I have not been on this road for a year.
I have taken the initiative to provoke anyone, and I have not killed anyone in vain. Those who have been crippled all want to cripple me, and those who have been killed by me also want to kill me. I am small-minded and cannot let go.
In the extraordinary state of becoming a Buddha with a butcher's knife, it is even more impossible to be merciful and merciful to others. I just want to be able to live well or have no regrets and no hatred."
"I've even thought about it. When I really don't need to come out anymore, I'll just take my wife and find a place to live where no one knows me. I'll work hard at night and I'll be able to hold her in my arms after a while.
You bastard, life like that is actually... pretty good."
Zhao Guoguang kept squinting at Luo Hui without saying a word. Zhao Qiyang looked around, and suddenly thought of something that could make both sides stand up, he coughed dryly and said with a smile: "Ahem...that's what
, Grandpa and Wangma have already prepared the meal, I’m so hungry, why don’t we eat first.”
Mr. Zhao still knew that his grandson was stepping down for him. He nodded and said angrily: "Well, let's eat first. Qiyang, go and call that girl Wu Qi back. Oh... By the way, your uncle is here too.
Now, why don't you go outside and see if he's not far away?"
Zhao Qiyang said "Oh", but he was worried that the old man would not look at Luo Hui, so he said: "Luo Hui, let's go together."
Luo Hui didn't want to look at Mr. Zhao's face here, so he nodded and saw that Mr. Zhao had no objection, and followed Zhao Qiyang out.
After walking out, Zhao Qiyang took out a cigarette and handed it to Luo Hui, saying with a smile: "Don't pay attention to what my grandfather said, that old guy has such a shitty temper, whoever encounters someone will be unlucky, and he will be a bandit."
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Luo Hui smiled faintly and said: "It's okay, I can still resist such a little thing."
"That's good, I didn't want you to go looking for someone with me. And if my cousin sees you later, God knows if she will have some weird thoughts again. Just wait here for now.
Stay with me, I will come back to you later when I find someone."
Zhao Qiyang walked in one direction as he spoke, while Luo Hui was smoking a cigarette and wandering around aimlessly.
I found a chair and sat down, and when I was about to finish smoking a cigarette, I heard someone calling me from behind:
"Hey, little brother, that one forgot to bring a lighter when he came out. He needs a lighter when he gets craving for cigarettes."
The person who called him was a middle-aged man in his early forties, wearing a suit and a pair of myopic glasses. His elegant face made him feel like a kind uncle.
Luo Hui smiled, took out a lighter and helped the middle-aged man light a cigarette. After the middle-aged man took a puff, he immediately thought of something, and he quickly took out a cigarette and handed it to him with some embarrassment.
He said to Luo Hui: "Thank you very much, little brother. Can you take a root?"
Luo Hui didn't have the habit of smoking cigarettes from random strangers. He smiled lightly and shook his head and said, "I just smoked it, I don't need it."
While speaking, Luo Hui noticed the cigarette in the man's hand, Yellow Crane Tower 1915.
"Hey, dear, the people who live here are indeed rich or noble. The one to take action is Yellow Crane Tower 1916!"
Luo Hui sighed in his heart about the rich life of the rich, but he didn't think much about continuing to sit on the chair and waiting for Zhao Qiyang. What he didn't expect was that the middle-aged man also sat down and asked with a smile on his face.
He said: "This little brother is so unfamiliar, why have I never seen him before?"
In fact, except for my father-in-law's family, all middle-aged people are very familiar to each other. But communicating with others, isn't that the same thing? Either you lied to him, or he lied to you.
"Haha, I don't live here, I'm just a guest." Luo Hui said.
The middle-aged man suddenly said "Oh" and said: "So that's it, I say. But little brother, you are still a nice person. There are not many young people who are willing to help others nowadays."
Luo Hui was a little impatient. He felt that this middle-aged uncle seemed to talk too much. He just lit a cigarette. Can this be related to helping others?
"Thank you for the compliment." Luo Hui said perfunctorily.
There was a strange smile in the middle-aged eyes, and he said: "What does the little brother do?"
"You open a convenience store?" Luo Hui said. "Wow, you can make money by opening a convenience store. You can earn hundreds of dollars a day!" The middle-aged uncle exclaimed.
Luo Hui immediately rolled his eyes. Why don't people who smoke Yellow Crane Tower 1916 care about the income of a few hundred dollars that day?
"It's okay." Luo Hui continued to be perfunctory.
"Tsk tsk... I didn't expect that little brother, you are not only kind-hearted and willing to help others, but you are also diligent and motivated, and you have great potential." The middle-aged man said with a thumbs up.
"Thanks."
"How many branches does Little Brother have now?"
"Both families."
"Damn, they've opened branches. Not bad, awesome, awesome!"
"I wonder how old my little brother is?"
"twenty two."
"Wow...you are young and promising. Where is that little brother from?"
"I am from the earth."
"Uh... little brother, you are so funny. If a girl can meet a good man like you, it must be her blessing." The middle-aged man praised again and Luo Hui began to feel angry in his heart.
, has this uncle been locked up in one place for too long and can’t find anyone to talk to? Or something? Just shut up and smoke and enjoy it. If you have nothing to do, ask where to do it?
The middle-aged uncle had suddenly become the legendary "213" in Luo Hui's mind. He was too lazy to deal with it and was about to get up and find a quiet place, but the middle-aged uncle shouted again: "Eh? Little brother, you
Where are we going? Let’s talk about it again.”
Luo Hui suddenly had a black line, chat? Okay, I will chat with you now!
He turned around, looked at the uncle with a smile on his face and asked, "Excuse me, uncle, do you have a daughter?"
The smile on the middle-aged uncle's face became brighter and he said: "Oh, unfortunately, I actually have a woman. She is about the same age as my little brother."
"Oh? Wow, then I wonder if you can let me meet your princess?" Luo Hui said with a sly smile.
The smile on the middle-aged uncle's face suddenly froze, and he asked nervously: "What do you want to do?"
"Uncle, didn't you say that I am a young man with three talents? Ambitious, promising, and the most important thing is money. Hey, what about your daughter...?" Luo Hui said while raising his brows, and his smile was as obscene as he wanted.
Obscene.
But at this moment, a call came from not far away: "Dad!"
Luo Hui followed the sound and looked around, and when he saw the dignified girl wearing a fiery red leather jacket with her navel exposed, her whole body twitched.