"I guess Liu Yunxiu will be here soon, so we can just give him the goods. Otherwise, you should go back and prepare for the game the day after tomorrow!" ωωw..net
I looked at Uncle Zhong, the man who taught me the Eight Postures of the Brocade and protected me from wind and rain many times.
I once trusted him immensely, but I found that I couldn't seem to understand him anymore.
I don't care what people hide from me. Like me, I have hidden a lot from others.
But what I can't accept is that my trust seems to be worthless in front of others.
The silence between each other made the situation even more awkward.
Suddenly, the small door next to it was pushed open.
Turning around, I saw two familiar figures walking out of the darkness.
The person walking at the front was Mr. Lao Wu.
Under the darkness of night, Mr. Wu's expression was solemn, even angry.
Following him was He Songbai.
He Songbai's expression was not quite right either. There seemed to be an indescribable confusion in his furrowed brows.
The moment he saw me, Mr. Wu was shocked for a moment.
His ponytail also moved up and down, and he turned to look at He Songbai. Old Boss Wu actually said angrily:
"Did you tell him this address?"
He Songbai said nothing, which was equivalent to acquiescence.
Boss Wu was even more angry. He looked at me, then at He Songbai, and said:
"It's just a delivery, why did you call him here?"
From the day I met Mr. Wu, he has always been calm and cheerful, smiling at the world.
But today, it was just a small delivery, but he got so angry.
"Old Boss Wu!"
I shouted and he looked at me immediately.
"I brought this up. Isn't it normal for me to come?"
I asked tentatively.
Boss Wu was even more angry and pointed towards the door.
"Don't you want to get the top spot on the star list? Go back to me immediately to prepare for the competition. The goods have arrived in Yundian. Your matter is over..."
What Old Boss Wu said was exactly the same as Uncle Zhong's.
But it made me fall into deeper confusion.
Looking at Old Boss Wu, I slowly spoke:
"Old Boss Wu, do you still remember how we met?"
Old Mr. Wu held the half-moon purple sand in his hand and looked into the distance, but he did not answer my question.
"The first time was at a card game near your house. Lao Hei and I had a conflict, and I was beaten to a pulp by him. And you were not far away making noises and watching the fun..."
"What about the second time? Do you remember? It was in Chef Zheng's gambling stall. You lost all your money that day. You sat at the door and hummed, don't gamble..."
As I said that, I read out the words that Mr. Wu was humming that day.
"Don't gamble! Don't gamble! Gambling is more harmful than tigers. Tigers sometimes injure them randomly, but they all lose their money in gambling..."
I could clearly feel that the corners of Old Wu's mouth twitched, but I continued:
"The third time, we were in the Zou family's casino. There was also Su Mei that day, and you were caught out of trouble..."
"The fourth time..."
Before he could say anything else, Mr. Old Wu suddenly shouted:
"Stop talking!"
The bright moonlight made Old Wu's white hair even more dazzling.
He turned to look at me, with an indescribable sense of conflict in his eyes.
I looked at him silently, with a calm expression, and did not continue.
Sincerity is always a must-win.
If I want to make a breakthrough from Mr. Wu, I can only play the sincere emotional card.
I have to know why he and Uncle Zhong don't want me here.
What on earth are they hiding from me?
"On the sixth day of the lunar month, you are a fool. The biggest fool in the world. Let me tell you, I am not from Habei. The reason why I am in Habei is to wait for you. I appeared next to you and Lao Hei's card game.
That was also intentional. All these coincidences were arranged in advance. Did you know? And..."
I was suddenly shocked.
Although, I have thought about this.
But when Mr. Wu said it himself, I was still extremely shocked.
"Wu Yao Dog!"
Uncle Zhong suddenly roared and interrupted Mr. Wu.
Old Boss Wu looked at Uncle Zhong angrily. He wanted to say something, but he held back.
After a while, he suddenly raised his hand.
The half-moon purple clay pot in his hand flew directly towards the wall.
With a "pop" sound, the purple clay pot shattered.
This scene shocked all of us.
Anyone who knows Mr. Wu knows that this half-moon purple sand is his favorite piece.
He carries it with him everywhere in the north and south.
But on such a seemingly ordinary night, he smashed the purple clay pot into pieces in anger.
Looking at Uncle Zhong, Mr. Wu's face twitched.
He seemed to be suppressing his emotions, but he couldn't help but said:
"Kings, bastards. Tell me, what's going on in the world? What's going on with people's hearts? I've been in the world for decades, but now I can't understand it. If the world is this virtue, then
I would rather not be in this world..."
Uncle Zhong's eyes were filled with distress and pity. The two people who had been at each other's throats for half their lives actually felt a sense of sympathy for each other at this moment.