Shaoan held the Mo Yang Sword and came to the corridor at the door of Chang Shisan. Chang Shisan stood not far away, looking up and looking at the ground in trance. Shaoan said: "Brother Thirteen"
Chang Shisan made no move: "Well, let's put the sword in brother's room."
Shaoan: "Well, okay."
The exquisite sword stand was placed in the center of the room, and Mo Yang lay on it looking well-behaved.
Shaoan approached: "Brother Thirteen, what Shaoan said just now was unintentional. Home is where brother is. Without brother, there would be no Shaoan. No matter when, Shaoan will be Brother Thirteen's younger brother.
.”
Chang Shisan: "Yeah."
The word "neither light nor light" was so brief that Shaoan couldn't distinguish Chang Shisan's inner activities. He clearly understood that his brother was too scheming. It wasn't a bad idea, but it was enough to make the people around him fearful.
Being so moody may be a skill of controlling people developed as a gang leader.
Shao An was beating a drum in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more unsure he was. Then his knees went weak and he felt the coldness of the ground again: "Brother Thirteen, Shao An knows that he is wrong. If I offend you, I will admit it if I want to beat or punish you. I will always admit it.
The helm is Shaoan's home, Shaoan has never denied this. Brother, calm down."
Chang Shisan remained expressionless, still standing with his back to Shaoan, holding on to the beam with one hand: "Shaoan, have you thought about how big a yard you want? I will send a message to the chief helmsman immediately.
It’s hard to find a place. If it’s too late, I’m afraid I’ll have to find a place further away.”
Shao An felt even more uncomfortable: "Brother Thirteen, from now on I will live in the main rudder and will not look for a house anymore. I will never look for one again."
Chang Shisan turned around, helped Shaoan up, and pulled him to sit on the railing beside him. With bright eyes, he stared at Shaoan seriously and squatted down: "Shaoan, I have figured it out.
.Brother is only responsible for finding a place for you and letting you control the money. In the future, I will try to interfere as little as possible. I will give you a few shops and take good care of them. Your income will not be less, and you will save money from asking for money. With Xueer
Live a good life."
Shaoan curled his fingers, and then nervously grasped the corners of his clothes, with cold sweat on his palms.
My brother said these words from the bottom of his heart.
But,
No matter how you listen to it, it sounds harsh.
Just like a child who is about to be abandoned.
Shaoan's eyes were red and he kept shaking his head: "Brother Thirteen, I don't want anything anymore, don't be like this. Don't... um"
Chang Shisan: "Shaoan, forget it, I'll help you choose it. I'll decide the size. Hum." He chuckled, and the corners of his mouth raised, looking so bright in the sun.
The curved eye sockets and charming smile make people forget all the unpleasantness.
No matter when, my brother is willing to keep his precious smile to himself.
Shaoan: "Brother Thirteen, I really don't want it anymore. Don't buy it, okay? The helm is my new house, it's very good. I will stay with my brother for the rest of my life."
Chang Shisan kept smiling: "Silly boy, the one who needs you to accompany me for the rest of my life is Xue'er, not brother."
Shaoan shook his head: "No, nonsense!"
Chang Shisan: "In addition to Xue'er, there are also children in the future. The road is long. Including brother, too, they will have their own small lives. We two brothers can't live our lives alone, right?"
Shaoan still shook his head: "Brother..."
Chang Shisan: "Okay, that's it, let's live outside the main rudder. Even if you want to stay in the main rudder in the future, you must have your own house."
In this charming smile, Shaoan regained his mood little by little.
He wanted to say that these external things are dispensable and not worth caring about at all.