Uncle Ding was working alone in the kitchen. Shen Sanquan and Xiao Shi were extremely bored. They wanted to ask if there was anyone who needed help, but Uncle Ding drove him away, saying that they were getting in the way in the kitchen, so why not? Let him cook a good meal alone.
Shen Sanquan stood up and looked at Uncle Ding's small room carefully. The room was really small. Apart from a bedroom and the kitchen, the rest was just a small living room full of beef smell. There were a few wooden tables. The tables and chairs made by him looked crowded and messy. Shen Sanquan did not find anything used by women in the house. From this, he inferred that Uncle Ding was single. A single and lonely man would probably be better off if his home was tidy and clean. It's a little strange.
The low table next to the bedroom was filled with some messy things and was full of dust. Shen Sanquan glanced at it and suddenly stopped on a shabby photo album. He picked it up gently, but there was no trace of it in his tentacles. There was a trace of dust. It seemed that Uncle Ding had looked through it often. Otherwise, it would not look so unusual among these things. Shen Sanquan opened it, and there were some old photos inside. Many of them were lost due to time. Can't see clearly.
The photo shooting took a long time, and Shen Sanquan found Uncle Ding at a glance. At that time, Uncle Ding was still very young and full of vigor. He looked very heroic standing with a group of young men of the same age. These people Many of the people in the middle were wearing American military uniforms, some were wearing vests, or even shirtless. Shen Sanquan was a person who preferred to look at group photos. He could see everyone's expressions from the photos. Some people said that it took more than 10 years to look at the photos. With emotion, only in this way can we truly understand the true meaning contained in each photo. Shen Sanquan flipped through page after page, looking at it very carefully and seriously, but it also surprised him more and more. , guns and artillery appeared in many photos, and there were even tanks that had never been seen before.
"Uncle Ding is a soldier?" This was the first reaction in Shen Sanquan's mind. However, after reading more than ten pages, Shen Sanquan became confused again. Most of the backgrounds of these photos did not seem to be in China, because of some irrelevant information. Important people appeared above, and although these people are not as eye-catching and eye-catching as European and American people, you can still find a lot of things about them that are different from Chinese people, such as hair, skin, and clothing.
"Golden Triangle!" A big question appeared in Shen Sanquan's mind again. From the bellyless snake he had seen before to these photos now, Shen Sanquan unconsciously thought of the most chaotic and darkest place in the world. Golden Triangle, the world's largest drug production area.
At the back of the album, some photos of two or three people gradually appeared. Some of them had Uncle Ding in them, and some didn't. However, Shen Sanquan could find that these two or three people seemed to have a good relationship with Uncle Ding. Everyone He hooked his shoulders, held a cigarette in his mouth, and showed an arrogant and somewhat domineering smile. There was a solo photo of Uncle Ding. In it, Uncle Ding was shirtless and holding in his hand the deboning weapon that Shen Sanquan had seen many times. Although the photo of the knife is in black and white, Shen Sanquan can still see the undefeated and undefeated strength that Uncle Ding's body exuded at that time. Looking at Uncle Ding's body carefully, there are no scars. Shen Sanquan remembered the time in the slaughterhouse very clearly. Uncle Ding's chest and back felt as if someone had made hundreds of cuts with a knife. It was shocking, but now it was smooth and clean.
It seems that these photos were taken before Uncle Ding was injured.
The last page of the album is a photo of Uncle Ding and a woman. It can be seen that the two are a couple. Uncle Ding holds the girl's shoulders tightly, and what is even more surprising is that there is a girl in his arms. Holding a baby, Uncle Ding’s son? Or his daughter?
While Shen Sanquan was guessing, the photo album was brought over by Uncle Ding. He closed it and threw it casually on the table, calling to Shen Sanquan: "The noodles are ready, come and try my cooking." "
Shen Sanquan was stunned, not noticing the flash of pain on Uncle Ding's face, and followed Uncle Ding over.
Probably because Shen Sanquan and Xiao Shi were really hungry, Uncle Ding actually cooked a big pot full of it. The aroma was pleasant, and the green vegetables and beef floating on the white noodles seemed to be pulling hard. Like the nerves in the stomach of the human body, it violently stimulated Shen Sanquan. Before Uncle Ding could say anything, Xiao Shi couldn't wait to pick up the bowl and chopsticks and started eating. While eating, he praised, "This noodles is delicious, this noodles is good." eat."
Uncle Ding smiled. Anyone would probably show this kind of satisfied smile after their cooking skills are recognized by others.
Shen Sanquan was not polite, and there was no need to be polite. Although he and Uncle Ding were not close friends, Uncle Ding had rescued each other several times. He was worthy of this kindness alone. Now that Uncle Ding respected him It is an honor for Shen Sanquan to be able to have a good meal by himself.
Uncle Ding's noodles were really delicious. Xiao Shi ate no less than five bowls. When his belly was about to burst, he finally stopped and wiped the noodles off his mouth with his hands. You Gui smiled and said to Uncle Ding, "Uncle Ding, if you open a noodle shop, you will definitely become the noodle king of Yuncheng."
"Haha, I didn't expect that a little monk like you is quite good at talking. If you eat more, it won't be enough for me to cook." Uncle Ding said politely.
"I really don't want to eat anymore. I'll probably die if I eat again." Xiao Shi patted his belly and deliberately showed a painful expression.
Shen Sanquan didn't say anything. After working for several hours, he was really hungry. This time he met Uncle Ding, a great chef, and it was like a bitch meets a prostitute, and they got to know each other.
After eating, the two of them were still victorious generals and didn't have to clean up the battlefield. Uncle Ding took care of it all, put away the bowls, and washed them. Ten minutes later, Uncle Ding wiped his hands and walked out. Shen Sanquan hurriedly handed over I bought a cigarette and the three of them started smoking comfortably.
"Three punches, what are your plans for the future? Do you really want to sell fish for the rest of your life?" Uncle Ding suddenly asked.
Shen Sanquan was stunned. Why was this question brought up again? First it was Scar, then Wujin Paste, and now Uncle Ding. Do these people think that selling fish is a career with no future?
"What did Uncle Ding want to say?" Shen Sanquan exhaled a puff of smoke and looked over.
"No, just asking casually." Uncle Ding said thoughtfully, lowering his head.
After being silent for a while, Uncle Ding asked again: "Good men have aspirations in all directions. I think you should also have some thoughts of your own."
"What do you think? I rely on mountains to live on, and water to live on. It will be good if I, a farmer, can do my job of selling fish well."
"That's also true. With three hundred and sixty lines, he will be the number one scholar."
When Xiao Shi heard this, he immediately became excited, "Uncle Ding, don't look at the third brother selling fish now, he will definitely do something in the future. I believe him."
"What do you know? A young monk who doesn't recite sutras and only knows how to fight all day long." Shen Sanquan said with a smile.
"Don't be afraid if I don't understand. As long as Third Brother understands, Xiao Shi will always stand behind you and support you." Xiao Shi said seriously.
"Okay, as long as you support me, I will definitely sell more fish."
"Have you considered Scar's suggestion?" Uncle Ding seemed to talk a lot today.
"You mean being a big brother?" Shen Sanquan asked. Before Scar left, Uncle Ding seemed to have been disapproving of this path. Unexpectedly, now he seemed to be deliberately tempting Shen Sanquan. Same.
"I can't walk this way, it's too dark."
"Have you ever had such an idea?"
"I sometimes think about it, but I don't think it's practical. It's a bit fanciful for an ordinary small farmer to go out and hang out like others, isn't it?" Shen Sanquan smiled bitterly.
"It's not a matter of whether you want it or not. I'm afraid that even if you don't want to, you will still have to go down this road sooner or later." Uncle Ding stared at Shen Sanquan and said seriously: "Because you are already trapped."
"What do you say? Uncle Ding." Shen Sanquan was stunned.
"Scar, it's because of this scar."
"Scar is Scar, I am me, he lives his life, I live mine, it doesn't matter."
"You are wrong. You will not hesitate to save him today. If there is today, there will be tomorrow. Once there will be twice. Scar can't turn back. And you, you value your brother more than yourself. If one day you really see Scar being hunted down, will you not take action?" Uncle Ding asked.
Shen Sanquan was silent. Yes, from the initial hatred to the life and death of the two in Liangshan Prison, to the scar in Nangang Village who dared to kill people for his own sake, all of this will only remain in Shen Sanquan's heart forever. After that, he is destined to leave a brother's place for Scar in his life. When Scar's life really hangs on a thread, Shen Sanquan will definitely help and will stab him in every possible way, over and over again. Third, if you don’t mess with others, others will find you sooner or later.
Fate, this is fate, you can't escape what is destined to happen even if you want to.dd