The "Old Wei" in Deng Chun's mouth was the old patrolling man that Zhao Xi had seen many times. Once at the pier, twice at the yard, and now again at Highland Square.
It was noon, and Lao Wei probably couldn't stand the heat, so he was wiping sweat with his sleeve - using his intact arm.
Zhao Xi whispered to Long Qi: "If you say it's a coincidence, most netizens will laugh."
"Yup."
Long Qi did not restore the barrage function to verify the attitude of netizens. He also noticed what Zhao Xi saw and added some more details.
In fact, before Deng Chun greeted him, Old Wei had already looked over. This gesture already meant that he wanted to greet them, at least with someone among them.
Now it seems that there is a high probability that she is the godmother... cough, Ms. Wen Huilan.
However, he may have lacked courage, so he was unable to speak and hesitated. Later, Deng Chun took the initiative to say hello, but it broke all the courage he had accumulated. His instinct was to avoid it. With such contradictory thoughts, his body became stiff.
Wiping sweat may be a way to resolve embarrassment.
As for the other side, Wen Huilan remained calm throughout the whole process.
But the calmness at this time is very strange in itself, right?
Tsk tsk, maybe there is some old love?
Don't blame Long Qi's heart, this is the situation and this detail makes people can't help but think wrongly.
Deng Chun's half-ridiculing and half-serious words had already reached Lao Wei's face, and the latter could not help but answer. He turned slightly to the side, made a gesture of leaving, and chuckled: "I've seen it before... come here to buy a bag.
Yan, don’t be offended, Manager Deng.”
The smile squeezed out lines on his skinny and dark face. Long Qi estimated that the old man was around eighty years old.
He couldn't help but compare with Wen Huilan again, and the more he compared, the more he felt that he might really have a heart. Age was not a problem, but the two were so different that it was not like there would be any intersection between them.
Lao Wei didn't seem to want to stay at all. As he spoke, he turned around and walked quickly towards the north where the car went uphill.
Deng Chun did not stop him, and only introduced to others: "Old Wei is a veteran of Yingtou Field. You can add the word 'most' in front of him, and there is no need to compare with others.
"He grew up here since he was a child. From the beginning of World War III until now, he has almost never left. He used to be a resident, then a homeless person, and now he has become a yard gatekeeper... Ha, he is actually a rent collector.
There are two storefronts here, which are his former houses."
Long Qi stared at Old Wei's back for a while, watching him avoid the mud splashed by vehicles on the uphill slope and walk downhill, then asked Zhao Xi to bite his ear:
"Without a car, how long does it take you to get here from the yard by walking normally?"
"You can't get anywhere fast by driving on this broken road. But if you walk up it, it will take twice as long, about ten minutes... Oh, this old Wei has strong legs!"
Even if they talked about the "Black Flood" in the square for a while, it wouldn't take long in total. If Old Wei had no other means of transportation, he would have to walk up with his legs and wait for them here. His legs are really not weak.
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Long Qi shook his head: "I'm afraid he was running all the way. Didn't you see that his work clothes were getting soaked?"
He ran over in a hurry, obviously his thoughts were urgent, but when he came to the end, he backed away. Such a contradiction means that either the relationship is not in place, or the matter is very troublesome, of course it can be both.
Long Qi glanced at Wen Huilan, she still looked indifferent - speaking of public figures reacting like this, it would make people stir up in the public opinion field, but it would be quite passive.
Well, this is what Long Qi is doing now.
He took the initiative to talk to Deng Chun: "I heard that Lake City's policy of returning homeless people to the city is very strict. Can Old Wei, with his status, return to the wilderness?"
"He is now a resident of Lake City, and his social rights and other compliance are in compliance with the regulations. He is employed by our company and works as a security guard here to watch the stockyard. Is there nothing wrong with him...
"Of course, he probably wants to live his whole life here. After all, the property is here. This is a wilderness area, and it's great luck that the government can confirm the rights. I think as long as this supply point is still there, everything will be fine."
"Is your company quite humane?"
"We just believe that the employees recruited by the company have their own unique value and can achieve a win-win situation with the company."
Deng Chun answered seriously, then smiled and said: "Don't tell me that he seems to be old. I won't say much else. If you want to know the situation around Yingtou Field, I'd be right to ask him. Then push the scope further,
Not to mention the entire mountainous area.
"He was also a famous guide at the time, well, he was a famous guide. When he was in the prime of life in the 1970s and 1980s, the government, military, explorers, and mercenaries all hired him. And not just in the mountainous areas, but also in the wilderness leading to Huaicheng and Jincheng.
He is also familiar with the paths."
"So powerful?" Zhao Xi subconsciously looked at Frith, wanting to get confirmation from the "Lake City Pass" back then.
Deng Chun provided more direct and powerful evidence: "My godmother hired her. I'm not sure whether she was hired by her crew or privately... Do you remember her godmother?"
"The crew." Wen Huilan responded briefly, feeling that she was not happy to say another word.
Deng Chun shrugged and wanted to say more. Next to him, Fries suddenly asked: "Why?"
"Ah?" Deng Chun didn't understand. "It's very upright for the crew to hire a tour guide in the wilderness..."
Before he could finish the word "normal", Fries interrupted him directly: "I said his name was 'Wei'!"
"Weige, the single name is a 'grid', and the window pane is the 'grid'."
Fries completely dominated the conversation. After taking a deep breath, he asked again: "So, he also has a nickname?"
Deng Chun looked a little surprised, but kept a smile on his face: "Yes, yes, it's not a direct homophonic name, it's..."
Before he could finish speaking, Fries cursed "Grass" in a low voice, stepped forward with his long legs, like a nimble bear, and rushed towards the north ramp. He felt that Deng Chun was in the way, so he pushed him aside.
At this time, Old Wei could no longer be seen from the position of Ronan and others, and Frith rushed down without hesitation.
"what's the situation!"
Long Qi and Zhao Xi shouted out almost at the same time, and the expression on Deng Chun's face was probably the same.
I originally wanted to watch Wen Huilan have fun, but why did Freese explode?
At this time, Long Qi had the consciousness of a live broadcast practitioner, and he used his strength to chase after Zhao Xi. Zhao Xi was not much slower than him.
When the two people rushed to the north ramp, they saw Old Man Wei at the front dragging heavy steps and moving on the edge of the muddy road. During this time, he looked back towards the Highland Square, obviously still unwilling to accept it.
Fries was getting closer and closer to him.
Old man Wei, who looked back frequently, also noticed this big guy, a little surprised and a little hesitant - of course he knew that this big guy was in the same group as Ronan and Wen Huilan, but what was the point of running down like this?
The two of them were on the ramp, looking at each other.
In just a dozen steps, Fries couldn't help it anymore and yelled at Old Man Wei:
"Old medicine!"
Old Man Wei stopped and stood still. But he lacked the unexpected surprise and excitement. Looking at his body movements from a distance, he was still a little hesitant and confused.
This scene and this title were obviously not what he expected.
As soon as Old Man Wei stopped, Fries reached him in a few steps with his long legs, reached out to grab his shoulders, and shouted eagerly: "Old Yao, I am Fries!"
"..."
Seeing the old man's cloudy and confused eyes, as well as the old face and skinny torso that had nothing to do with his memory, Fries was filled with passionate emotions and suddenly became blocked. He even hesitated a little, so much so that he put his head on Old Wei's shoulders.
The hands are raised a little.
However, the information he had just collected and Old Man Wei's clear reaction to the nickname "Lao Yao" made him firm up his judgment.
Fries cursed lowly, then stretched out his hand, rubbed his head several times, and stared into Old Wei's eyes:
"I, Frith, Buddha Head!
"In the winter of 1981, I was unlucky enough to fall off a cliff, hit my head all over, and got cerebral edema. You were the one who carried me back. I stayed at your house for almost a week!"
Old Man Wei seemed to be a little impressed and looked Fries up and down many times.
Fries was also patient, grinning, and stood there for him to watch.
Old Man Wei probably remembered it, his cheeks twitched a few times, and he smiled: "Buddha head."
"Yes, Buddha's head, full of Buddha's head!"
"You, your head is actually fine."
Old Man Wei's eyes were a little wandering, and he didn't know if he was stuck in the memories of the past. His voice was hoarse, and it couldn't be as loud as when he ordered the pontoon boat to move back on the embankment:
"Mainly lumbar spine injury...Is your waist okay?"
"Of course." Fries gave an exaggerated bodybuilding display. "Later, I had a major surgery and it was cured. Now my body of steel is much stronger than before!"
Old Man Wei laughed, and this time he really laughed.
He raised his hand, wanting to respond, but then paused.
Because what he raised was his right hand, that rough prosthetic limb.
He was a little embarrassed, but in the end he raised his arm high and punched Fries on the shoulder.
Seeing the raised shoulders of Mr. Wei, Fries was a little startled. In the end, he could only look up to the sky and curse again:
"What the hell!"
He suddenly took a step forward, opened his arms and hugged Old Wei tightly. The latter was a little at a loss for a moment, but after a few seconds, he finally responded slightly.
The prosthetic right hand patted Fries on the back.
His intact left hand was on the other side, and he wanted to take a picture, but in the end he clenched his fist and trembled slightly.
The old friend is in embarrassment, so there is no need to mention anything.
The group of people naturally parted ways, and Frith and Old Man Wei went to a quiet place to talk to each other. Zhao Xi sent some water and drinks, and shamelessly listened to the conversation for a while. When he came back, he was grabbed by Long Qi.
"what happened?"
Zhao Xi looked at him sideways: "Is it really okay for you to lead millions of viewers to peek into someone's privacy?"
"He is in such a difficult situation that he is going to crash. If it is made public, it will be solved. Do you think he agrees with it? He still grits his teeth when something is wrong. If he is capable, he is called a tough guy. If he is not, he is called a fucker!"
Long Qi sneered at Zhao Xi's deliberate gesture of making fun of Qiao: "This person hesitated and followed him from the yard to the high ground. I'm afraid he wasn't trying to pretend to be a hero, but he was really in trouble and wanted help. He just wanted to do it at first.
It’s definitely not Fries you’re looking for.”
Zhao Xi didn't really want to worry about anything. Hearing this, he nodded: "Yes, I'm looking for Wen Huilan."
As he spoke, he sighed again: "I have heard Boss Fu talk about this guy before. In my impression... no, in the photo, he has always been a super tough guy. Now let alone Boss Fu, I can't believe it.
, he will turn into such a bad old man."
"And there are photos?"
"Boss Fu has shared his glorious battle history in homeless settlements before. I even saved one."
At Long Qi's urging, Zhao Xi found the photo and projected it to him.
Long Qi stopped talking, and all the tigers came over to join in the fun, with their hands behind their backs.
What the photo shows should be a scene after a hunting. There are a total of four people on it, surrounding the corpse of a leopard-like mutant with brightly colored fur.
The young version of Frith is actually easy to identify. At that time, he had a shaved head and was slightly thinner than he is now, but you can already see the rudiments of his current muscular figure.
As for Old Man Wei, the well-known tour guide "Lao Yao", even if Zhao Xi had adjusted their psychological expectations, it was difficult to distinguish him from the other three for a while.
After all, the remaining three people are all strong and full of energy, and they don't feel much older than Boss Fu.
"Is he here?"
"Yes, which one do you think it is?"
Long Qi chose one of the three answers. He tried to find the one that was closest to him. He clicked on the one with the most restrained smile, who stood furthest to the side and looked older than the others.
"this?"
"not bad."
"Holy shit, it's really him!"
Long Qi couldn't believe it. Because in this photo, the one with the strongest body shape was a full circle bigger than Frith at that time. He also had long hands and long legs, giving him a powerful and agile look.
He feels capable. If you compare it to Frith's height, he is at least 1.9 meters tall.
But now Old Man Wei is being polite when he says he is 1.7 meters tall. Even if he is old and his back is slumped, how can he shrink like this?