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Chapter 40 Let’s go now.

Lin Xuemin was a little suspicious that he didn't read the almanac when he went out. When he drove past the Danfeng Gate, he saw a roof erected outside. He just glanced at it casually, but he was attracted by the regular script on the wooden sign.

Then I couldn't help but park on the side of the road and wanted to take a closer look.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

Lin Xuemin didn't dare to say how proficient he was in calligraphy, but his appreciation level was definitely there. From his point of view, this handwriting was really amazing.

Calm and majestic, majestic and heavy.The writing force is extraordinary, the strokes are vigorous and powerful, the structure is smooth and broad, the lines of ink are vigorous and plump, and there is a faint tendency to swallow mountains and rivers.

This is definitely a master of calligraphy. He not only has superb writing skills, but also has both form and spirit. He has a very distinctive personal style between the lines.

It's just that as regular script, it should have a sense of elegance, but the writing is too regular, making the sense of elegance slightly lacking.

But this is not a flaw at all. The so-called words are like the person he writes and the writing is regular. It should be related to his personality. This is probably a person who attaches great importance to rules.

But it's not entirely true that it is flawless. The only flaw is that such excellent calligraphy was used to write such a bunch of bullshit game rules. It is simply a waste of resources.

If only I could write a piece of calligraphy on the Eight Classics of Children.
The more he looked at it, the more pity he felt. Lin Xuemin started to look around. There was a little girl sitting in the shed. After taking one look, he looked away. It was obvious that such majestic calligraphy could not have been written by a little girl.

Then I looked around and saw a man standing by the flower bed over there, with a gauze wrapped around his head, leaning on his back and talking on the phone.

Lin Xuemin just wanted to look away, but then turned back, well, why does this figure from behind look so familiar?

like my own son.

Thinking in his mind, he looked at Jiang Li again. Not to mention, not only did that person look like his son, but even the cow pajamas that the little girl was wearing, he remembered that his son also had the same ones.

It's a coincidence that one is wearing the same pajamas as his son, and the other's back looks like his own son's.

At this moment, the man turned around, oh, it's not like that, that's it.

So, those pajamas.
Lin Xuemin turned his gaze back and saw the little girl walking towards him. When he got there, he said with a sullen face, "Do you want to challenge me?"

"?"

Lin Xuemin was a little stunned, and Lin Luo over there was even more shocked. He didn't understand why he met the old man here.

In other words, why does his father appear here?
He bravely walked over, first called "Dad", and then introduced the two of them, "Dad, she is Jiang Li, a friend of mine. This is my dad, my father, your name is Just his uncle."

"." Jiang Li opened her mouth and was about to scream, then closed it again. She didn't understand what the relationship was and cast a questioning look at Lin Luo.

Lin Luo received her look and understood the meaning. There was nothing wrong with the word uncle. After all, in Daqi, uncle is the name a woman calls her husband's brother after she gets married.

But there was no chance to explain at this moment, so he had no choice but to cough dryly and said, "Well, you can call me uncle."

".uncle."

"Eh."

Lin Xuemin, who was already stunned there, was even more stunned. He nodded subconsciously and then stared at the two of them, always feeling that something was wrong.

Let's just introduce it. Why do we need to call him father or uncle?
He doesn't understand.The three of them stared at each other for a long time. Lin Luo couldn't bear the atmosphere anymore, so he said in a huff, "Dad, that..."

He pointed to the side of the road, "That's your car, right? A traffic policeman came to post a note."

Lin Xuemin turned around and saw a traffic policeman parking his motorcycle. He ignored the two of them and hurriedly walked over there, "Hey, comrade, comrade, I'm just stopping here, I haven't gone far."

As soon as he left, Lin Luo suddenly felt the atmosphere relaxed, turned around and started outputting to Jiang Li:
"Your current identity is a drifter from the West. Your home is in the southern mountainous area. The conditions are difficult. You dropped out of school and came here to make a living alone. You are greedy for cheap. You found an old community here and became roommates with me. We share the rent. The rent is [-] a month, [-] for me and [-] for you, and we share the water and electricity bills equally.

Let’s set up a stall now, I’m here, it doesn’t matter what I am, you just make a living and make money.”

While the old man was negotiating with the traffic police, Lin Luo quickly explained the relationship between the two of them, talking a lot at a very fast speed. At the end, he asked: "Have you written it down?"

"."

Jiang Li opened his mouth again and again, without any precautions. Such a lot of words came to him, how could I remember them?

"Also, when you talk to my dad, use me, never me. You must make him come back. Remember what I just said. Don't forget it."

Finally, he took the opportunity to give some instructions. Lin Luo suppressed his expression and walked towards Lin Xuemin, "Dad, what's going on? The traffic policeman didn't post a note, did he?"

"No, he asked me to leave quickly. Parking is not allowed in this area. You two are here"

Lin Xuemin looked at the scene before him: the stall, the gauze on his son's head, the calligraphy on the wooden sign, the girl in pajamas...

There were too many questions, and he didn't know which one to ask first. He was stuck here for a moment, and Lin Luo took over.

"The two of us are just setting up a stall. Dad, I'll go and clean it up with her. You drive the car to a place where you can park it. We'll go find you after we've finished cleaning up."

Originally, according to his idea, when the Danfeng Gate lights up after dusk, there should be a wave of customers, but now it is obvious that there is no way to set up a stall. All he can do at this time is: pack up and go back with his father. Home.

Lin Xuemin looked at the two of them, his eyes lingered on the gauze on Lin Luo's head for a few seconds, and he hesitated to speak. Then he looked at Jiang Li's cow pajamas, his lips moved, and finally he looked at the stall with the ceiling. After all, it was still He said nothing and nodded.

"Then let's go and clean up first?"

Lin Luo pointed behind him, and seeing that the old man didn't say anything, he immediately pulled the emperor away and ran back to clean up the tables.

"."

Seeing the two people packing their things there, Lin Xuemin's expression became complicated again.

He felt that his mind was very confused, and he really doubted that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today.

"Eh!"

At this moment, there was a voice behind him. Lin Xuemin turned his head and saw the traffic policeman who had left turned back.

The traffic policeman straddled the motorcycle and shouted in his direction, "Comrade, are you leaving? If you don't, I'll put a note on you."

"Let's go, let's go"

(End of this chapter)