League of Legends Supreme Throne

Chapter 302

On the tricycle, the old man was quite talkative, and the little girl also interrupted from time to time to tell interesting things.

Luo Yun is not the kind of stuffy gourd, and the three of them have a good chat.

About a quarter of an hour later, the tricycle stopped in front of an old courtyard.

Zhao Yongxin really didn't lie to him. Although the place is a bit quaint, some promotional slogans on the walls are even written in black ink, which seems to have been a few years old.

But this yard is really quite big.

Luo Yun looked around curiously. This kind of quaint building is really rare in China today.

"Hey, Mr. Zhao, this is a courtyard with three entrances, it's bright enough"

"Hey, my ancestors accumulated virtue and bought such a house."

Zhao Yongxin caressed the straight beams and pillars, and recalled: "Later, local tyrants were taken to divide the land, and this yard was subsidized by the state's policy later, and this house returned to my hands."

Hey.

The old man pulled a rope, and the first hall was dimly lit.

This is the old-fashioned incandescent lamp, not too bright, even a little yellowish.

Zhao Yongxin stroked the little girl's head lovingly, and introduced: "This is my granddaughter, Zhao Shuhui"

"Xiaohui, go make a pot of tea."

Hearing this, the girl immediately ran all the way into the kitchen.

Zhao Yongxin said with emotion: "Brother Luo, don't look at this girl who is only 12 years old. She is smart and sensible. She will accompany me to set up a stall every day when she comes back from school."

Zhao Yongxin said with a look of relief on his face.

Hearing this, Luo Yun just nodded and didn't interrupt.

He would not foolishly ask topics such as 'Why is such a large land not sold', 'Where are the girl's parents gone', because it would be impolite.

If you are not in the position of others, it is difficult to understand their difficulties.

Sometimes, people's curiosity can easily uncover other people's scars, and even prick their hearts.

After Zhao Shuhui served the tea, she went straight to turn on the only electrical appliance in the living room that was regarded as good - the desktop computer newly released last year.

She is about to start the task assigned by the teacher.

After talking with Luo Yun for a while, Zhao Yongxin suddenly realized something, he got up quickly and said: "Brother Luo, you must have not eaten tonight, there is nothing in this house, I will get you a bowl of noodles."

After the old man finished speaking, he went straight to the kitchen without waiting for Luo Yun to speak.

Luo Yun shook his head, and didn't say much, taking advantage of Zhao Yongxin's time to go to the kitchen, he took out a stack of banknotes from his pocket, which was all the cash he carried with him.

Immediately, Luo Yun gently stuffed the money under the cushion.

Luo Yun didn't want Zhao Yongxin to lose money, it was his own volition.

And Zhao Yongxin warmly entertained Luo Yun, and Luo Yun was willing to give him some small help, which was also voluntary.

However, this is two different things.

Luo Yun took a sip of the tea, and his expression changed instantly.

Of course, it's not that there is something tricky in the tea, nor is it that the tea cannot be tasted at all, but the taste, the fragrance, even Luo Yun, who doesn't understand the tea ceremony, knows that this is a rare good tea .

The ancient courtyard house, the poor but simple rural grandparents, and now it is a good tea that does not match the status.
"This old man has a story!"

Luo Yun shook his head and smiled, and took another sip of the tea. He would not inquire, nor would he want to hear the story.

After all, my own story has enough twists and turns.
Three bowls of hot stewed noodles were brought to the table, and the bowl with the largest portion was placed in front of Luo Yun. It was even covered with three or five slices of beef, which was slightly oily and looked delicious.

As for the other two bowls, there is no such honor. The top of the noodles is covered with some sauce, and the bottom is white noodles.

Looking at Zhao Shuhui who was swallowing secretly with greed, but politely forced herself not to look into Luo Yun's bowl, Luo Yun shook his head.

He picked up the chopsticks and put all the beef in the bowl into Zhao Shuhui's bowl.

Under the puzzled eyes of the grandfather and grandson, Luo Yun smiled slightly: "I don't like beef."

Silent all night.

People in rural areas go to bed early and wake up early.

It was just dawn the next day, so Zhao Yongxin got up and started to cook and eat.

Luo Yun also stretched comfortably. Sometimes people can't get up early, which is also related to their sleeping habits. If you live in this kind of countryside where the night is very quiet, you can fall asleep soundly before eleven o'clock.

"Humph!"

The so-called three nines in winter and three days in summer.

In fact, Luo Yun has never let go of boxing training, anywhere, as long as he has a little space, he will dance a set of punches.

The same is true for patrolling the meteorite belt.

Looking at Luo Yun who was dancing his fists vigorously in the courtyard, the old man kneaded the flour while yelling: "Brother Luo, your boxing skills are so majestic!"

While helping Zhao Yongxin, the little girl also applauded: "Big brother is amazing."

Luo Yun didn't turn his head back, he laughed and said, "It's just a trick."

After punching, have a meal.

After everything was ready, Luo Yun cupped his fists and bid farewell: "I still have important things to do today, so I won't stay any longer, Mr. Zhao, and Miss Zhao, thank you for your hospitality."

After Luo Yun finished speaking, he walked straight out of the house.

"Farewell, Brother Luo."

The old man became anxious, he hurried out of the room and said, "Where are you going today?"

"Lucky Club!"

Luo Yun didn't hide it either. Anyway, yesterday he saw a lot of hot news on his mobile phone, many of which were about his challenge.

In the information age, it is very difficult for you to hide anything, let alone Luo Yun has not deliberately concealed his whereabouts.

"Evil is quite far away, Brother Luo."

"Well, it's quite far. Do you know this club?"

"Hey, Brother Luo, where did you go?"

Zhao Yongxin smiled and said: "The Fortune Club is the largest A-level club in Yuncheng. I have seen it several times when I entered the city. How about I take you there?"

"Haha, don't bother you getting old, I'll go to town and take a taxi."

Luo Yun smiled, not because he felt ashamed of riding a tricycle, but simply because he didn't want to trouble others too much.

He is not the kind of person who must ask others to give something in return after I have helped you, or how much I have paid.

"Hey, little brother Luo, you are wrong, there are no taxis in our town at this point."

The old man seemed to have sensed some of Luo Yun's temperament, and said jokingly: "Let me give you a ride, you don't think it's because I'm broken three rounds."

"Where is it!"

Seeing this, Luo Yun couldn't refuse again, he just smiled and said: "Since that's the case, then I have to trouble Mr. Zhao again."

"No trouble, no trouble"

As the old man said, he ran to the garage and pushed the tricycle out.

The little girl also excitedly said: "I want to go too!"

"What are you going to do? You haven't packed your things and are ready to go to class!"

"Grandpa, you forgot, today is Saturday~~~"

"Saturday?"

"Ha ha."

(End of this chapter)