It's been great since I came back, and I finally got some time to rest. Of course, it's a sure thing to sleep until I wake up naturally.
Of course, I still live in the prince's mansion now. I also have my own requirements and selfish motives. I always want to talk to the old man about our cooperation at an appropriate time. Since we have returned from the cottage safely, let's talk about our cooperation before.
The cooperation that was discussed before is put on the table for discussion.
The first meeting between the three of us since our return took place today over breakfast.
Wu’s mother made us a very rich breakfast, including my favorite fried chicken, soy milk fried dough sticks, and scallion oil noodles. This is the taste of what I eat at home, even though in the mountains there are also delicacies, including big fish and big fish.
Again and again, sometimes the harbor of home is the place you love the most.
One vegetable and one vegetable, this is the essence of life.
When I came down, Na Jintang and Mr. Wang seemed to have been chatting for a long time. When Na Jintang saw me coming down, he smiled and said hello to me: "Come here quickly, Mother Wu specially prepared delicious food for you today."
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Mother Wu was also smiling beside her and said: "It has taken so long for Miss Cat to come back and she has been busy for a few days. We servants all miss Miss Cat very much. It is Miss Cat who is lively and lively in this house. We all look forward to it every day."
I'll be back with Miss Cat." She said as she respectfully pulled a chair for me, and I felt sincerity from the smile on her face.
I wanted to give her a sincere smile: "Thank you, Mother Wu for breakfast. Breakfast has always been my favorite. I dream of coming back early to eat the food cooked by my mother." I tried my best to say some witty words. After all, Wu
Mom treats me wholeheartedly and sincerely.
Wu Ma was a little flattered. She rubbed her hands together shyly and said with a smile: "Hey, it's fine if Miss Cat likes it. You like to eat our food, that's our blessing."
We had just sat down, and before eating, we politely greeted Mr. Wang: "Old man, did you sleep well? Seeing that you are in high spirits, that's for sure."
What's wrong with flattering occasionally? Anyway, we will get to the main topic soon. The calm and gentle teasing before getting to the main topic will help to ease the atmosphere. Of course, after there is a conflict that intensifies later, it is better to have a step down, and then
It doesn't cost a dime, it's a good deal.
As expected of everyone, the old man nodded and said, "Don't talk too much while eating. After eating and drinking a cup of tea, we can have a good chat." Although his words were still very direct, I didn't see much stiffness.
Having said that, give me this, add a fried egg, I sprinkle some sesame sauce, a drop or two of soy sauce on the ground, the taste is super good, my stomach is very full under the wind and clouds, and when I am full,
I raised my head and realized that two people were looking at me. Oh my God, have you never seen a person eating?
Na Jintang said with a smile: "It seems that the food cooked by Mother Wu is to your liking."
After Mother Wu brought the food down, other servants brought us three cups of coffee. The coffee tasted really fragrant, and the three of us were ready to have a good talk.
The old man spoke first: "This trip to the village, after looking at the two of you, it seems that you two will put in a lot of effort. Thank you for your hard work. Recuperating at home and working hard outside are not as good as home."
It’s so comfortable inside.”
Mr. Wang's opening remarks set a tone. How could he remind me of my hard work over the past month? Last time I thought of him and I working together to live in a small black box. Until today, I think of what happened that day.
I felt extremely scared, and the pulsing and suffocating feeling was unforgettable and I dare not forget it. Of course, all of this was an action jointly planned by Mr. Wang and I, but it is undeniable that he was the main planner.
I didn't expect this. I couldn't help but get furious. Of course, it was impossible to show it so obviously. I would only tell the past scene in this joking way, of course, because I would have more leverage in the subsequent negotiations.
I kept looking at them with a very charming smile, and expressed it in a very relaxed way, as if I was sitting and watching the clouds rise: "It's not hard to talk about, the main thing is that I stayed on this small cargo box for too long.
, I almost didn’t know the year and month, and I almost went to report to King Yama. But I was in a good mood, and my luck was shining brightly. It turned out that I counted with my fingers and found out that it was the person I had offended."
Originally, only Mr. Wang and I knew about this matter. Na Jintang did not delve into the matter too much, but I was thinking that with his clever skills, it was impossible for him not to know that the old man and I planned things together.
Mr. Wang didn't seem to understand what I said. He is really strong inside. It seems that he has been hanging out with the Pony Six for a long time, and he occasionally gets into trouble. At this moment, he behaves very Pony Six style. He is careless.
He drank the coffee and took a sip with great enjoyment: "This coffee tastes good, just right."
I was stunned for a moment, and the old man who had completely lost his memory explained the matter with these words: "Then you should be more careful from now on, don't make friends randomly, let alone do risky things, unless you are interested in it."
Only when you have this understanding and are very sure about this matter can you control the risk to the lowest point. By the way, this coffee tastes really good. Mother Wu, give me another cup."
I am absolutely shocked to describe his behavior. He really hasn’t seen me for a month. Could it be Alzheimer’s disease? It’s impossible. I see that he thinks clearly, speaks eloquently, has a great appetite, and moves quickly. In any case, and
The one with Alzheimer's disease.
I almost gave up my respect for him and looked at him with excited eyes. Mr. Wang actually said back to me: "Why are you looking at me?" His expression and tone seemed particularly innocent.
, his innocent smile is like a pure and innocent boy.
Can this be done?
It suddenly occurred to me that the commitment between me and him was verbal and there was nothing in writing, and I became a little flustered.
I couldn't help coughing: "Cough cough cough..."
Na Jintang was beside me and helped me beat my back. His movements were gentle and steady, but they did not prevent me from continuing to cough violently. Tears filled my eyes. Since I couldn’t say it openly, I knocked on the side drum as a big reminder and shouted to Wu’s mother.
: "Mom, I want to eat fish tonight!"
Wu Ma rushed over in a hurry, and before she could take off her apron, she asked confusedly: "Miss Cat, you have never liked fish very much, why did you suddenly think of eating fish today? You told me to buy it."
"Wu Ma, I want to eat 6 pieces of small yellow fish." I said it word for word. While I was talking, I looked at Mr. Wang's face. Mr. Wang continued to drink coffee and look at it.
Newspapers don't seem to have changed at all.
My God, there is still such a wave of operations.
So now there is a phenomenon: I am actually talking to Wu Ma, but my expression is looking at Mr. Wang. Even Wu Ma is surprised and asks me babblingly: "Little yellow croaker? Is it me Wuchang fish?"
"Mother Wu is very rigorous in doing things, and meticulousness is her characteristic.
"Yes, you can just go to the market and buy it. I don't know what it is called. I only know that it is a small golden yellow croaker. I want 6 of them, no more, no less." I said this and the word "gold" appeared in my hand.
The word is pronounced with special emphasis.
At this time, Wu’s mother was puzzled: “No more, no less, just 6 little yellow clothes? Maybe it’s not enough, Miss Cat, let’s buy more. What kind of flavor do you want to eat? Steamed or fried
, or stir-fry?”
Mother Wu asked carefully, but I answered casually: "Mother Wu, you can do whatever you want. I can do whatever you want. As long as you give me six small yellow croakers today."
It was as if Wu Ma had received an imperial edict. Having others praise his cooking skills was probably one of the highest joys in his life. She walked away as happily as a child, her laughter almost showing.
I dare to say that what I said is so direct. If Mr. Wang still doesn't wake up to it, then I will put it on the table and say it directly.
The old fox king took off his eyes, pretended to be tired and rubbed his eyes: "The dish I ordered today is very good, but it won't suit my taste in the future. I just don't know if it is really available in the world, and if it is sold.
.It is better to exchange the same things."
"Of course." I was secretly thinking, this old guy finally remembered this thing and what he thought it was.
Na Jintang, who is sitting next to me, seems to have nothing to do with his own affairs, and he is so high-minded about virtue. Of course, why do I dare not tell such a person openly? It is because Na Jintang and I reached an agreement when we were in the village.
I thought it was like this at the time. If he helps me get the things in the small attic, and I work for him in the future, then these little yellow clothes will belong to him. I can’t explain it clearly now. In this part, I
It is also unreasonable.
The three of us have a completely triangular debt relationship: the old man owed me six small yellow croakers before (of course, the premise is that I must steal what she needs from the small attic, which is currently a small tattered book,
You can’t blame me for this, who knew there would be such a shameful thing in it. All in all, I successfully completed the arrangements for this matter.)
Another triangular relationship is between me and Na Jintang, because he helped me and bought out the final ownership of my little book. (So the debt relationship of these six little yellow croakers was transferred to Na Jintang, and I
Seeing as the two of them are so close, it's a little difficult to get the money. One of the core things is this: How can I achieve this?)
Na Jintang said lightly: "Father, everything is going very well for us in the village, but I have to tell you about the little things. I hope that my father won't be sad and sad, and that he will accept the change with peace of mind."
Mr. Wang also said calmly: "Let's talk, nothing is a big deal. We have seen through everything at this age. These things are just life and death. Who doesn't die? bury your body in a good place."
In the words of the Bible, most of my body is just in another colorful world." He has seen this matter clearly, maybe he knows that he can understand something.
Na Jintang said in a low voice: "Old leader Cao of the Heyun Cao Clan has passed away..."
When the words were spoken, Mr. Wang's coffee cup moved in the air. After probably staying there for a few seconds, his face suddenly turned gloomy. The energetic look he had just now suddenly became sluggish. Even so, he
Still trying to keep his back straight.
The whole room suddenly fell silent. We gave Mr. Wang a buffer time. Even if he is a gangster who once shocked the world, it is human nature to say goodbye to old age and death, especially to young friends. This kind of news is hard for anyone.
It is a very painful news to say.
Mr. Wang looked out the window blankly. It was already late autumn, and the fallen leaves under the sycamore trees were already in full bloom. The artistic conception of autumn was even more intense, exaggerating the desolation even more.
Jintang also looked at Mr. Wang with a worried look on his face. Of course I kept silent. If I were to talk to him about money at this time, wouldn't I be caught in the door? I'm not so cold-blooded, let me think of it.
The general content of a poem is that when you go out, you are a boy, but when you return, you are no longer a boy. This is roughly what it means.
Sometimes I worry whether Mr. Wang has amnesia in addition to Alzheimer's disease. After a long time, he looked away and said calmly: "Old Cao, you are always one step ahead of me. Do you still remember?"
Have the two of us ever been together? After all, you are still the naughty boy. After all the ups and downs, don’t forget your original intention. Let’s go and be quiet..." Mr. Wang was murmuring to himself. At this moment, he seemed to
Immersed in his own world, where there were only him and his former young best friend, he had indifferently forgotten everything that happened around him. After a long time, he finally looked at a tear falling from the corner of his eye.
This is the first time I have seen such a delicate side of Mr. Wang. Of course I can understand her mood, and I feel the same way. Gui Ge, my former childhood best friend, is not the same.
We also take it for granted that the people around us will stay with us forever. I dare not say that it will last forever, but it will definitely be when we are gray-haired. When your lifelong best friend leaves you happily, that kind of feeling
The feeling of unforgettable grief cannot be put into words.
Therefore, Mr. Wang's sad side moved me deeply. In my stubborn understanding, only those who value feelings will shed tears when facing true friendship.
Unknowingly, my nose also became sore, and tears gathered in my astringent eyes, and more and more tears gathered. It turns out that deep in my heart, Brother Gui will always live deep in our hearts.
Na Jintang patted my shoulder gently and handed me a pair of handkerchiefs. I took them randomly and wiped away the tears that were about to overflow.
The silence speaks.
Na Jintang gently held my hand and led me out of the room, leaving Mr. Wang alone in the room sitting quietly.
When I walked out of the room, it was already late autumn and the sea was full of yellow leaves.