Listening to the old man's strong coughing for attention, Tang Lang, who woke up from his meditation, could only uphold the traditional virtue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young and glanced at the old man who was about five or six meters away and didn't have much of a good face.
A head full of white hair is a characteristic of an old man who is at least seventy years old. But if he doesn't tidy up his hair, it is a bit too much to have a head of white hair disheveled and unkempt like Einstein. You know, that old man
Scientists have wisdom in their hair.
And this person's hair looks like it hasn't been washed for many days.
Tang Lang, who was born in the military and had a deep-rooted habit of keeping personal hygiene and housekeeping in mind, didn't say he had a strong dislike for this kind of slovenliness, but he definitely didn't like it.
Even if he spent two consecutive days and nights clearing mines in the mountains, he would still rinse his mouth with a small amount of water and mint leaves, and he would never make himself stink.
Then, Tang Lang's eyes shifted noncommittally, staying on the large spotted dog beside the slovenly old man for more than 2 seconds.
Not only was the coat color black and white, which made Tang Lang feel like a national treasure in his memory, but Tang Lang was amazed by its huge size. It was definitely not a traditional breed on the ancient blue star.
Looking at the strong muscles hidden under the thick hair, and the big mouth showing sharp teeth that may have been lazily yawning due to basking in the sun, Tang Lang even had reason to believe that this guy could even fight a cougar.
, definitely a good guard dog.
Tang Lang's attitude of looking more at dogs than people made the old man suddenly blow his beard and stare.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing, kid?" Unhappy, his words were naturally not so polite.
Tang Lang looked around and made sure that there was no one else except the old man, himself and a dog, so he could only turn his eyes again to this old man who was obviously a bit old and willful.
"What are you looking at? It's you I'm talking about, and I'm asking you something!" the old man asked carelessly with his head on his head.
If he hadn't been wearing a uniform, Tang Lang would have thought he was the legendary city manager.
"Aren't you allowed to sit here?" Tang Lang replied tentatively.
"Nonsense, I've already sat down, why shouldn't you be allowed to sit down?" The old man curled his lips. "I'm just asking you what you're doing. What's going on in your head? I've been watching you for a long time, and I've been working as a machine repairman.
The little girl at the door of the store will look straight at you! Don’t play tricks with me. As citizens, we all have the obligation to prevent crime."
"I'll go, are all the gangsters getting old now?" Hobby Rouge, who had suffered a huge disaster, roared as he geared up. "Let me out and let me fight with this old gangster!"
"Old man, I'm actually just here to bask in the sun and think about something." Tang Lang could only explain to this unclear old man who had obviously been destroyed by time and couldn't laugh or cry.
"You can pull it down! From the angle you are sitting at, you can clearly see the face and waist of the hard-working little girl opposite. According to the principle of straight line propagation of light, the little girl can also see you when she raises her head.
You bastard, but you use the visual contrast formed by the light spots falling under the shadow of the sycamore tree to make it look like the little girl is just sitting alone on the grass on the hillside under the tree, taking a leisurely nap. So a wrench will not be thrown at you.
Your little tricks are the remnants of what you and I used to do when we were young." The old man analyzed it very clearly with a trace of disdain on his lips.
Damn it! Not only is it true that the gangster has grown old, but this old gangster also looks very cultured. Tang Lang stared at the old man who was the coss science master, as if he felt like there was something wrong with his face.
In fact, his analysis was so correct. Although Tang Lang didn't mean it, he didn't really want Qiu Ruge to find out that he was observing her. Tang Lang's subconscious was sitting on the edge of the junction of light and dark under the tree shade, scattered and disorderly spots of light.
Use variable light to make the person opposite you unable to see his face clearly.
"Uncle Ai, you are engaged in research, right?" Tang Lang suddenly asked.
"Well, you have a good eye for it." The old man with a shaggy head saw Tang Lang's surprised expression of "You have noticed all this." He was a little proud at first, but suddenly his expression suddenly changed: "Wait a minute,
How do you know that my surname is Ai? Could it be that what you did just now was not to look at Qiu Niu but to wait here for me, the old man? The real purpose was just to attract my attention? Oops! Let me go,
Who are you kid? Do you know you can get into big trouble if you do this?"
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"He's a hammer, Xiaobai, get him!" Seeing Tang Lang in a daze, the old man became even more convinced of his own judgment. He got up and hid behind the large spotted dog, which Tang Lang considered to be an excellent guard dog.
Tang Lang finally knew what it felt like to be a "dog in love".
Obviously, talking to this old man who speaks a little erratically is...
Including that little white dog that was obviously a spotted dog but was given a ridiculous name.
However, Xiao Bai was not as crazy as his master. He was strong enough to stand upright against a puma. The hair on his neck also had some obvious changes. He looked at Tang Lang who might pose a threat to his master with extremely vigilant eyes.
But he didn't come forward.
Although Tang Lang did nothing but glanced at it calmly, the biological instinct unique to animals, which was far more sensitive than humans, told it that it was an extremely powerful enemy.
Of course, the most important thing is that the owner did not give a real attack command, which is why the big flower dog just stayed vigilant and did not attack.
"Uncle, no, Uncle Ai, I just shouted casually because your hairstyle resembles that of a great scientist in ancient times." Tang Lang smiled bitterly.
As long as he can get rid of this confused old man, Tang Lang has decided not to come to this machine repair shop for a while. The old man just revealed a very important piece of information. He knows Qiu Ruge.
And the reason why he was willing to explain and didn't leave was because the old man was just bluffing to scare him. Although he didn't know how the old man issued the attack command, Tang Lang could tell from the big dog's reaction.
It can be seen that it has no real intention to attack.
However, if he really had a guilty conscience and turned around and ran away, I am afraid that Uncle Ai is not a good person, and he might not even be able to command the big flower dog to catch up.
"Really? Okay! You can barely pass this explanation." The old man glanced at Tang Lang suspiciously, with a smile on his face: "As the great scientist said: hair is the same as wisdom, so it should be like this.
Boundless growth without restrictions and rules!”
"Bah! This is a self-made famous quote. I have preserved all the recorded words of your great human scientist. Did he say this?" Hobknife complained angrily.
This guy is also a petty person. The name "Hob Meat" has been put into the ranks of derogatory terms by the old man, and he will remember it for a long time.
"Yes, yes, everything you said is right!" Tang Lang nodded in agreement knowingly.
He could finally see that this old man was the kind who was troubled by loneliness. He took the initiative to find trouble because he just wanted to find someone to talk to. As long as he followed him, he could easily be dismissed.
The old man was about to speak when he suddenly looked in the direction of the machine repair shop opposite and narrowed his eyes.
Tang Lang looked around and saw several retro wheeled cars suddenly driving up outside the machine repair shop. The one headed by it was obviously the engine compartment, spitting out black smoke.
The smoke, obviously, is not for some form.
.......
Qiu Ruge is completing the repair work of the energy engine of the Federation's most popular hover vehicle "Storm No. 4". This is not a job that ordinary machine repair shops can handle. Except for those 10s shops designated by the hover vehicle manufacturers, they can accept it.
Looking at the entire "Yuancheng District", there will never be more than 5 companies doing this job.
Perhaps because she has this skill, the business in the machine repair shop has been getting better and better recently. In addition to the one that is about to be repaired, there are also several such big jobs in the warehouse. Qiu Ruge thought that in the near future, maybe
She can double the size of the store that she spent all her savings to open for a year. If she keeps accumulating like this, one day, she may be able to realize her dream of owning her own civilian mecha repair company.
Qiu Ruge felt a little hot when she thought that one day she might be able to actually control combat mechas, instead of being in the Star Network or just being able to control the basic industrial and agricultural mechas.
He checked the energy engine that he judged to be repaired for the last time, put on the alloy cover, and tightened the last bolt. Qiu Ruge's face had been smeared with lubricant stains horizontally and vertically, like a
She looks like a little cat, but that can't cover up her natural beauty.
At this point, even Tang Lang, who is used to Changsun Xueqing's unparalleled temperament and has met Mingyue Shang, must admit that Qiu Ruge may not be as good as those two in appearance and temperament, but she has her own youthful charm.
Looking across the street at the unknown man sitting under the shade of a tree and Uncle Ai who was having an unfriendly exchange with him, Qiu Ruge's slender and straight eyebrows frowned, and she raised her hand lightly and shined the wrench.
The "kitten" who was hiding in the back workshop and looking at his waist in a daze was thrown over.
"Mao Mao"'s real name is Mo Mao Mao, an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. Federal orphanages have regulations that require orphans to leave the orphanage and live independently when they reach the age of eighteen, but Mo Mao Mao chose to do so on the day he turned seventeen.
He left by himself and wandered to the "Yuancheng District". Qiu Ruge's newly opened mechanic shop happened to be recruiting apprentices, so he joined the mechanic shop. In addition to being obsessed with mechanics that he had never been exposed to, the biggest interest of the boy who had just turned 18 was to make use of the limited space.
Time and possible space to peep at the beautiful female boss.
Sister Yu, there is always an indescribable temptation for teenagers. You who were once a teenager know this.
Seeing the wrench whirling through the air, he was stunned. He subconsciously shrank his head, and then with a "clang" sound, the wrench hit the wall half an inch away from his head. He was so frightened that he ran away with his head in his hands.
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Qiu Ruge's cold voice came from behind: "Next time, if you don't work hard and are lazy, I will ask you to receive Old Man Ai!"
"No! Boss, I know I was wrong!" came the voice of Mo Xiaomao crying like a ghost.
Suddenly, there were several gloating laughs in the workshop that could not be easily detected by the outside world. One voice laughed like a broken gong, and the other voice laughed very reservedly.
Come to think of it, not only was Tang Lang looking like a loser when facing the white-haired old man, but the few employees in this machine repair shop also felt the same way.
Perhaps, the female boss with a somewhat strong personality doesn't think so.
After teaching his younger brother a lesson, he saw from a distance the white-haired old man pointing a barrage of shots at the man whose face he couldn't see clearly, and a faint smile appeared on his naturally beautiful face.
The mean-tongued old man Ai was extremely difficult to deal with. The scumbag who had been looking at him for at least half an hour was now in trouble.
Until, the harsh sound of brakes and several retro-wheeled cars approaching quickly shattered Qiu Ruge's good mood on this autumn afternoon.