Cold Soldier King Pretty President

"Big brother! You keep it! Don't mention it! The doctor said I'm mentally degenerated. I won't understand this watch in a while. It's just right for you to keep it! " Song Wenhu said quickly.

"Oh, well, by the way, what's the matter with the wound on your face?"

"I slipped and fell in the toilet. I accidentally fell! It's a fall Song Wenhu said with a smile.

"Well, young man, don't be impatient. You'll have to have long eyes when you walk next time." Ye Mo patted song Wenhu on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Song Wenhu's heart is dripping tears. He has been on the road for such a long time. Who doesn't call himself tiger brother when he was bullied so miserably!

"Thank you for your concern. I'll take my brothers with me first." Song Wenhu asked tentatively again.

"Wait a minute, you are crying. What's the matter? Who bullied you?" Ye Mo said at this time.

Song Wenhu's heart is also extremely messy. At the moment, he crows out a smile that is uglier than crying, but his grin exposes a golden tooth in his mouth.

"Oh, when was the tooth changed? Copper? "

"Brother, I'm kidding. Who is inlaid with copper or gold these days?"

As soon as song Wenhu's voice fell, he was directly hit on his chin by Ye Mo, and his mouth immediately smelled of blood. The golden tooth in this mouth fell down with several other big teeth that were smoked yellow.

Ye Mo immediately took out a piece of paper and wrapped the gold tooth in several layers and put it in his pocket. He may be able to change one or two thousand dollars in a gold shop. He was much more unhappy because he made this small fortune.

No wonder it is said that the business without capital is the most profitable, and the extra money for one day is only three or two hundred. This night's Kung Fu is directly six or seven thousand. You have to find opportunities to come here often in the future.

At the moment, song Wenhu covers his mouth miserably. Seeing that ye Mo is about to go out, he is finally relieved that ye Mo's half foot just stepped out of the door and turned his head.

"I almost forgot my business. How about the broken cell phone?" Ye muriang brightened the broken screen mobile phone and said.

This time, not only song Wenhu, but also the younger brothers are in a mess. Elder brother, you've emptied our family. You can't afford to pay for your broken cell phone!

Besides, it's all our bleeding from the beginning to the end, and I don't see any loss for you. If you really want to investigate, that mobile phone is also broken by you. OK, let's go into a glass platform for nothing!

In my heart, we dare not spend a word more. As for song Wenhu, he simply handed his new Apple eight to Ye mo.

Ye Mo finally laughs and pats song Wenhu on the shoulder. He says, "good man" and goes out.

This time, ye Mo really left. When the younger brother at the door confirmed that ye Mo had disappeared at the intersection, song Wenhu breathed a long sigh of relief, and then called his elder brother.

Song Wenhu, to put it bluntly, is a little man who is on one side of the border. He usually just shows people the scene, and he also has a big brother.

As for his elder brother, Huang Debiao is No.1 on the road of Jiangbei. He is accompanied by his younger brother of 20 or so. He has a bar, a bath house and an underground gambling house. It's said that every day there is running water.

Out of such a thing, song Wenhu dare not hide, but then heard brother puma's roar on the phone: "bucket! A group of people were killed by one person. I have a dog and I know how to guard the door. What's the use of raising you rubbish! "

Song Wenhu also cried and said at the moment: "brother Biao, it's not that our brothers are not fighting. It's really that boy's hand is black. That boy is a practitioner. He must be carrying a life case, otherwise he won't be so cruel!"

"Check! Give me a thorough investigation! Find out the truth of him and send him to me. I will kill him myself! No one has ever dared to touch Huang Debiao in Jiangbei! "

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Ye Mo was in a good mood when he left the bar, but when he counted the booty and wanted to put the gold watch on his hand, the scabby wound pricked Ye Mo's heart instantly, and the negative emotion that had been suppressed broke out again.

There is a 24-hour convenience store by the side of the road. When ye Mo goes in, he holds a bag of money. When he comes out, he has a bag of wine in his hand. He drinks and walks, and laughs as he walks. Unconsciously, ye Mo's face appears a bit drunk, and even the world in front of him becomes more and more blurred.

At this moment, the night is deep, ye Mo is wandering aimlessly on the road with a bag of wine, enjoying the loneliness and emptiness in his heart.

After leaving Li Yao's villa, ye Mo doesn't even know where to go back. The city under the street lamp is so strange at the moment.

There's a lot of wine in the bag. After drinking this bottle, there's another one. After drinking the next bottle, there's still another one. There's always a time when you'll leave China at dawn!

Ye Mo didn't know how much wine he drank at last, and he was a little slow in walking. Just as he passed the city square, he saw a bench under the yellow street light. Ye Mo knew that this was his bed tonight. Although he was not comfortable with Simmons, he could not cross the sleeping road.

Just as ye Mo walked towards the bench, an old voice came from his side.

"A hundred years of mortal dream, heaven and earth for a moment, pity the world more crazy, a love word can't see through..."

Ye Mo subconsciously turns his head and sees a slovenly old man squatting on the side of the road burning paper. Ye Mo is also a little strange. It seems that no one was there when he passed by just now. How long has the Kung Fu fire been burning so vigorously?

Ye Mo didn't think much about it. Maybe his wine was broken temporarily. Then he stopped and asked the old man, "old man, did you just talk to me?"

The old man did not answer, ye Mo also subconsciously looked around, the whole city square is empty, in addition to the electric poles and street lights, standing only their own, now also carrying a bag of wine, staggering toward the old man.

"Old man, what kind of paper are you burning all the time? Who are you burning this paper to?" Ye Mo asked, smiling consistent from beginning to end. He was drinking a liquor again, and even a roadside pole was seen with a heavy shadow. But the old man and the fire were always consistent.

The old man was still burning paper without saying a word. Ye Mo also felt a little cold and laughed twice. Then he sat down beside the old man and asked, "old man, if you don't go home in the middle of the night, you won't be afraid of your family's worry. Who else is there in your family? I'll call them to pick you up?"

The old man still quietly burned the paper. Ye Mo sat beside him for more than half an hour, but he didn't pay attention to it. Now he felt bored and got up to leave.

Ye Mo just walked out a few steps, but he couldn't help but stop. He turned and looked at the old man who was burning paper alone. He was so sloppy. Maybe there was no one at home. It was pathetic for an old man to burn paper outside in the middle of the night.

Now it's cold sooner or later, and the temperature drops more severely at night. Ye Mo then goes back, takes out a bottle of high Wuliangye from the bag and puts it on the side, saying: "old man, drink two mouthfuls to warm your body when it's cold at night, don't freeze."

The old man's expression was slightly moved, but he still didn't pay attention to Yemo. Yemo was just smiling. Maybe the old man's spirit was not very good.

Yemo immediately took out his arms. After he bought the wine, he was left with more than 2000 and the gold watch. He left the gold watch, and the rest of the money was put in the old man's hands.

"It's not easy when I'm old. I have so many on me. I can't give you this watch. If I don't realize it, it will hurt you. OK, you can go back to rest after burning the paper."

Ye Mo smiles and leaves the money. As soon as he turns around to leave, he feels his trouser legs sink. When he turns around, it turns out that the old man who burns paper reaches out his hand and grabs his trouser legs.

"Posterity, help me burn a few pieces of paper..." the old man's voice is just like the old vicissitudes, Rao Shi Ye Mo also instantly woke up a little half when he heard this.

Paper money has always been burned to the dead in China. How can it be burned to yourself?

Ye Mo looks at the old man's aging appearance again. It seems that he has no children. He knows that the time is coming, so he burns some for himself in advance, so that he won't be made difficult by the kids when he doesn't have money on the way to huangquan.

Ye Mo sighed deeply, then sat down and took a stack of yellow paper from the old man.

Old people and young people just sit at the intersection of no one and burn paper. Who would have thought that China is so big that they are sitting together to warm themselves in the cold night.

Perhaps in their eyes, the world is such a strange sad, unaccompanied, alone, a leisure fork encountered another lonely each other, I think this is also a kind of fate.

"Old man, how old are you this year?" Ye Mo said, then opened a bottle of Maotai and put it in front of the old man, while he bit off the cap of the Red Star Erguotou bottle and took a big mouthful.

"When you raise your head, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, the eyes turn, the past is dead, the past is thousands of years, the sea is full of vicissitudes..."

Ye Mo almost didn't have a mouthful of wine to spray out: "old man, I can't see that you are quite cultured! Have you ever taught before? It's reasonable to say that the retirement benefits of teachers are not low. You should not have no staff when you were young? And I'm asking how old you are. If you really can't remember clearly, you can tell me your story. Anyway, it's a long night, and I like listening to stories best. "

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, the past is unbearable to look back on, the vicissitudes of life, life is like a dream, the past has become a cloud..."

Yemo is a little embarrassed. Can the old man talk?

"I said, old man, are you not in a good spirit? If you tell me your name, I'll go back to the police station to prepare a case. Maybe it's a lost old man. You forget it yourself." Yemo asked again.

The old man's mouth was slightly affected at the moment, and then he said, "you ask who I am, look up at the night sky."

Ye Mo subconsciously looked to the sky, and then heard the old man's deep words.

"The stars twinkle and fill the sky. Which one is me and which one is you? The brightest one? Or a meteor in a flash? Or the holy and eternal moon? Although it is the deepest and most remote, it is also the most helpless. "

Ye Mo's mouth slightly twitched: "old man, it seems that we are not in the same channel, or we'd better drink bar, Maotai puree, 131 bottles, haven't we drunk before? Come on, drink more and talk less. Here's to you! "

Ye Mo just picked up the bottle of Erguotou to blow it, but the old man pressed Ye Mo's hand and said in a deep voice, "posterity, do you believe in the next life?"