Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Wang Luo's proposal shocked the two widowers at the same time.

"No, Xiao Wang, your job is indeed hard, but your words are so stupid..."

After the shop owner finished speaking, he felt something was wrong.

"Well, when you said you were going to work here, I only regarded you as my little king...don't go back on your word."

On the other side, the old man was also unexpected. After a long silence, he asked: "Taixu Scroll? So what do you mean?"

Wang Luo explained: "I also recently heard from Fang Qingqing that the little sisters who played Yuling with her suddenly went to play Codename Mingzhou... The men over there are handsome and warm. It’s 10,000 times better than the stuff in reality. Some people have lost all their dowry in order to seduce a man.”

After hearing this, the old man thought for a long time: "So, what is your story trying to illustrate?"

"Let your love-crazed sister play with codename Mingzhou, and maybe her symptoms will get better."

The old man thought for a long time: "Are you serious?"

Wang Luo asked, "Why do you think I'm joking?"

"..." The old man couldn't help but fell silent. After a long time, he said, "It is too absurd to rely on that kind of ethereal, artificially drawn fantasy to cover up reality."

Wang Luo said: "Is it more absurd than falling in love with a married man for many years and not even being able to do it after being defrauded of money and sex?"

The old man suddenly looked angry: "What do you mean you can't even be defrauded of money and sex!?"

Wang Luo explained: "Because from your description, I feel that she is more anxious than him."

"That's nonsense! She doesn't understand love between men and women at all, so what's the rush?"

The shop owner explained: "Brother, you are wrong. A girl will always understand sooner than you think, and much sooner than you want! Believe me, when you think she may be in love, she It’s often been taken down by someone else!”

The old man's complexion gradually turned green: "Nonsense! She just lacks some necessary sensibility by nature, so..."

"So wouldn't it be appropriate for her to seek healing in the Taixu Picture Scroll? The good men there are carefully designed to meet the normal or abnormal emotional needs of all types of people." Wang Luo said, "Otherwise, wouldn't you Do you want to find some well-matched young talents to fill the gap for her? "

The old man was silent for a long time and asked in a low voice: "Isn't that right?"

At this time, the shop owner couldn't stand listening anymore: "Brother, don't blame me for saying something unpleasant: Did this young talent do something wrong to accept your family's disability?"

"She's not disabled!"

"A brain disability is also a disability."

Seeing that the old man was about to boil with anger, Wang Luo hooked up his hand and served him another plate of braised peanuts, which immediately suppressed his anger.

The shop owner also felt that what he said was a bit much, scratched his head, and simply went to the kitchen to cook a side dish. It was not only his own working meal, but also an apology to the old man.

The old man had sharp eyes, looked at Wang Luo's twitching palm, and asked, "Is your hand injured?"

Wang Luo looked at his broken finger and said with a smile, "It's a small injury and it will be fine in two days."

"Oh, that's good." The old man paused and said, "The Taixu Scroll... I will go and find out about it."

"It's just a suggestion. It seems like you don't have any other reliable methods anyway. It doesn't hurt to try some folk remedies."

When the two of them were talking about this, they saw the shop owner suddenly bring out a few plates of mixed vegetables, and while approaching the table, he said generously: "In fact, sometimes you might as well be a little more liberal. My daughter always has to run away with people anyway, so bad." Children are bad children. In the eyes of parents, isn't that brat a bit bad? Speaking of your daughter, no, who is your sister attracted to? Does she have a house at home? "

The old man glanced at the shop owner, a little confused: "I heard that the owner of Meiyuan on Xiangshan Road is a very good chatterer."

The shop owner laughed: "It's all thanks to the neighbors."

Wang Luo kindly reminded: "He didn't praise you."

"Ah? Really? Come on, let's eat the food first. This is the dish I originally left for myself to go with the wine. It's a hidden menu that regular customers can't eat!"

The old man nodded, picked up a piece of cold-fried fish with chopsticks, and commented on the craftsmanship, so that the atmosphere at the table returned to normal.

Then the shop owner asked: "Hey, you haven't said it yet. Who is your sister interested in? Isn't he a gang member? Or is he gambling on dogs or engaging in domestic violence?"

The old man sighed: "He is a half-dead man."

"ah?"

"He was fighting with someone, and someone lit a firecracker next to his head. He didn't die, but he was too frightened and couldn't wake up. It was no different from death."

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "Then what are you worried about? You have no filial son before your long-term illness, and you are still afraid of your daughter. Oh, no, your sister is devoted to a dead man?"

The old man sighed: "She has been devoted to that bad boy for a year or two. That's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried that she has revenge on the kid who lit the firecrackers."

The shop owner was even more curious when he heard this and wanted to ask what happened. However, the old man waved his hand and said, "Please make another fried rice."

The owner was stunned for a moment, and then he got up and went to the kitchen. Starting with steaming rice, he meticulously cooked fried rice.

At this time, there were finally no other people waiting in the hall, and the old man looked at Wang Luo with a hint of solemnity.

Wang Luo smiled and said, "Is the story over?"

But before the old man could nod, he suddenly saw another person walking in from the door. The person raised the curtain and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Brother Wang Luo, I heard that you were working here, so I came directly to find you. We haven't seen each other for a long time... Let me tell you, I just heard a big news."

Following a hearty voice, a striking young man with blond hair and blue eyes, who was as big as the two of them, walked in with heavy steps.

"Hey, is this old man your friend?" Zhang Fuhong walked in, saw the old man at Wang Luo's table, and bowed his hand to him, "This is Zhang Fuhong, yes, he is the prodigal son of the richest man in Stone Street."

The old man glanced at him and couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that today's story can only end here."

Zhang Fuhong was stunned when he heard this: "Hey, it seems I came at the wrong time?"

Wang Luo said: "No, you came at the right time."

"?" Zhang Fuhong blinked his green eyes like mung beans, "What's the matter, so serious?"

Wang Luo said: "This old man has a distinguished guest coming to his door today, but the children at home are playing endlessly. One of the children was hit with a firecracker on his head, and he was knocked unconscious..."

Zhang Fuhong felt confused after hearing this: "Let's go directly to Qingping Division. We should arrest people and pay for them... No, your story seems to be a reference! Today we welcome distinguished guests, and then the children at home... "

As he spoke, Zhang Fuhong's eyes swept back and forth between the faces of the old man and Wang Luo, and soon cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"No, I... I just remembered that I have something important to do, so I won't eat with you, brother." Zhang Fuhong smiled like he was crying, and after a while, he said, "Um, can you give me a hand? I can’t stand up a bit.”