Bo Zhan Yejun's beautiful face dimmed instantly, and too complex and deep emotions floated in his eyes:
"Nothing."
After drinking a cup of tea, he said deeply: "That woman not only has a great influence on Xiao Mo, but also... is quite complicated on me."
complex?
This was the first time the old man had seen Bo Zhanye use such words to describe a woman.
In the past, it was all one word: get out.
And what's even more frightening is that after he mentioned that person, he still had the intention to talk about this woman? Could it be that after so many years, a woman finally came into his heart?
He couldn't help but become more and more curious: "What kind of woman can make Xiao Mo speak and make you feel complicated? How complicated? Tell me who she is."
A hint of bitterness overflowed from the corner of Bo Zhanye's mouth, but he didn't hide it: "A twin sister who looks the same as Lan Jiao."
younger sister?
Little sister?
The old man suddenly choked on his tea and patted his heart: "...are you in love with Lan Jiao's sister?"
Bo Zhanye glanced over: "Fourth uncle has learned to joke. It's just..."
At this point, he paused in his words and looked complicated.
He didn't think through his feelings for Lan Xixi, nor did he think deeply about it. He only knew that her emotions were out of control and out of range countless times.
pity......
'Do you know that every time I face you, I feel suffocated and distressed?'
The woman's words echoed in his ears, and Bo Zhanyejun's face was blurred and cold: "It's nothing."
"You kid! You're half-talking, and you're not afraid of missing out? You're actually mysterious to me, an old man."
"Let Fourth Uncle have some fun so he won't be bored in prison."
"Is this fun? You clearly want to kill me, the cat."
The two chatted and argued, and this conversation lasted all morning.
At exactly 1:10, after having lunch with the old man, Bo Zhanye got up to say goodbye and told the prison guard outside:
"Take good care of my fourth uncle."
"Yes, Mr. Jiu." The prison guard was extremely respectful. After seeing Bo Zhanye off respectfully, he arranged the table for the old man enthusiastically:
"Fourth Master, if you need anything, just tell me."
The old man blew his beard and went to bed angrily:
"What do you need? That guy said Sister Lanjiao, left a lot of suspense and left. He wanted to piss me off."
The prison guard frowned: "Master Jiu, are you still talking about Lan Xixi?"
"No. Why, do you know her?"
"Of course, that girl hasn't eaten or drank since she came in. Today is the fifth day. If she doesn't eat, we may have to ask the doctor to give her nutritional fluids. All the prison guards in charge of this area know her."
The old man was startled and sat up suddenly:
"Is she in here?"
"Yeah. Those who come in because of murder are sentenced to ten years in prison. Judging from her appearance, she may not live until ten years later.
Also, for a young girl, these ten years are her most beautiful years, but she is wasting her time in here, and when she goes out ten years later, she will be old and yellow, it is really hard to figure it out."
The prison guard expressed emotion and sympathy.
In fact, those who work in their profession are used to seeing many prisoners, and some of them feel distressed.
The old man's face turned complicated. He never expected that the woman who made Xiao Jiu complicated would be here.
He pursed his lips and said:
"Please go and call her, I'll see her and enlighten her."
"this......"
The prison guard was a little embarrassed, but considering the special status of the Fourth Master and the fact that he was being guarded, there was no possibility of any problems.