Parents don't mind if their children are dirty, but a spanking is inevitable.
No matter how good Qian Longlong's mother is, he will definitely be angry when he sees his son covered in shit.
Qian Longlong and his mother lived in 302, and an old man lived in 303. After hearing the news, the old man came over without even looking at me, and went directly to see his grandson.
Half an hour later, the old man let me in.
"What's your name? How did my grandson become like this?"
This old man looked to be in his seventies, with cold eyes. He was half a head taller than me, with a sturdy build and a muscular body. He wore only a navy blue woolen sweater on his upper body in the winter, and his temples had high bulges on both sides.
I remember Brother Yu said that this characteristic is the characteristic of a master practicing Jiazi.
The old man just stared at me for a few times, giving me an inexplicable sense of oppression. It's hard to describe that feeling, it's just a sense of oppression.
"Misunderstanding... misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. Your grandson was playing outside and had an accident. It was me who saved him. I am a friend of beggar Liu. I came here to see you for something."
He had no reaction during the first half of the conversation.
When he heard the second half of what I said, a trace of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and this surprise disappeared in an instant.
"Xiao Lin, help Longlong wash up and change his clothes."
"I understand, Dad." A middle-aged woman's response came from the bathroom.
"Come with me."
The old man led me into room 303 next door.
"Hello, sir," knowing the true identity of the old man in front of me, I didn't dare to put on any airs, so I greeted him respectfully.
"Tell me, what's going on? I was passing through Handan and traveling with my family. How did you come to know Liu, the beggar?"
"Master, my name is Xiang Yunfeng. It was the beggar Liu who pointed out a way for me to live and asked me to come to you." After a pause, I added, "It's because of the Changchun Conference."
The old man sat on the sofa, holding the handle with both hands, and said in a calm tone: "What do you do?"
I replied: "Go down to the Nine Gates to rob tombs and find gold."
A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth.
"Looking at your young age, you didn't expect to be in this kind of business. Digging into people's ancestral graves is detrimental to your moral character."
I did not deny it and said, "People live their entire lives without believing in evil virtues or fearing infamy. They only seek wealth."
"Haha... digging a grave is digging a grave, but you will find excuses for yourself."
He said: "I don't know beggar Liu, but I know that this person has clear rewards and punishments in the society. He will not target a young boy like you for no reason. Let me tell you who did something to you in the society."
The old man took out a cigarette from his pocket. I ran over and took out the lighter, covering it with my hand and lighting it.
Knowing that the old man in front of me had a special status, I didn't dare to hide it, so I told the story exactly from beginning to end.
"Is there such a thing? Blue potion?"
After hearing this, he frowned and asked, "Did Wu Le tell you that?"
I said yes respectfully, and explained: "Godfather, Beggar Liu said that you hate evil as much as you hate hatred, and you are righteous. The reason why Changchun Society and I are enmity is because of the blue potion. Regardless of whether this thing is useful or not, now this thing is no longer in my hands."
I don’t understand, but the time I deceived Director Wu before, it was really a life-saving move out of desperation.”
"We have been hiding here and there for more than a year and have suffered a lot. I hope you will come to our rescue and let us go." After I finished speaking, I bowed respectfully and bowed.
The old man flicked the ashes of his cigarette casually and looked up at the ceiling, as if talking to someone or to himself.
"Zheng DaDaZheng, Zheng DaDaDa, just leave when you have to. Don't hold on. How can there be that kind of potion in this world? What if I live for a few more years? I'm just hanging on to deceive myself and others. It's been delayed until now. I have two years.
I’m waiting for a meal in front of you.”
"What did you say your name was just now?"
"Xiang Yunfeng."
"Okay, I understand, let's go."
"Walk?"
"You promised to save me?"
The old man shook his head and said: "After two days of busy work, I will personally call Wu Le to ask. If things are really as you said, it was indeed because of Zheng Dadan's illness that the elder bullied the younger. Now
I won't promise you."
"Master, after you finish what you said...are you going to capture Xie Qirong alive?"
"Boy, you know a lot about what happened in the meeting."
The old man nodded, "Yes, we are indeed here to bring Brother Xie back."
"Thank you brother...?"
I think he is much older than Xie Qirong, but he still calls Xie Qirong Brother Xie?
Is Xie Qirong older than him? It doesn't seem like it.
I know what's appropriate and don't dare to ask too much about some things. As long as the person is willing to listen to me tell me what happened, then I will have succeeded.
The main reason is that people don't believe me when I say that I have run out of blue potion a long time ago. If I had, I would have given it to them. I am really afraid of that thing.
"Bang bang." Someone knocked on the door outside the house.
