Entertainment: I, Mr. Deyun Da

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　　dong dong dong.

　　Wu Shaobai kowtowed three times in all sincerity, while Li Chengxin knelt down in front of the crowd and returned the salute to the big guy.

　　After supporting Yu Xuan to stand up, Wu Shaobai walked to Guo Degang's side:

　　"Master, my condolences."

　　Looking at Guo Degang, who was in tears, he whispered, and then helped Guo Degang up.

　　Helping the elders up one by one, Wu Shaobai helped Master hold an umbrella and looked at the photo of Mr. Li on the tombstone, with no sorrow or joy.

　　He looked dreary.

　　He just felt a little confused in his head.

　　Countless memories of being with Mr. Li began to flash back in his mind like watching flowers on a whim.

　　The old man really suffered a lot in the first half of his life.

　　In Deyun Club, Mr. Li likes to help the younger generation the most.

　　I have taught myself some principles of being a human being more than once.

　　The old man likes to drink strong tea.

　　Especially love to drink high broken.

　　The tea leaves are not too strong.

　　Light a cigarette, make a pot of tea, sit in the backstage, watch the children go in and out, and listen to the bursts of laughter from the front...

　　The old man loves this.

　　I once said to Wu Shaobai more than once:

　　"Boy, do it well, this is the best time!"

　　Then, no matter if it's yourself or others, whoever doesn't understand something, as long as you ask the old man, the old man won't answer right away.But let you write it down, he will take it home to think about it carefully, and he will tell you when he is finished.

　　The old man always said that his mind was slow, and he had to think slowly, and only after thinking carefully could he talk to the big guy.

　　But no matter who asked, he never shied away.

　　Good people.

　　The old man is a really nice guy.

　　I have never thought of harming anyone in my life, I am still timid, and what I am most afraid of is ghost stories...

　　Very cute.

　　I like to bring steamed buns to the kids in the background.

　　Because his niece made handmade steamed buns in Yanjing. In the past few years, there were many people in Deyun Society who had eaten the hand-made steamed buns.

　　Even Wu Shaobai has seen the old man eat there with a mouthful of steamed bread and a mouthful of tea.

　　The name is: Afternoon Tea.

　　like to smoke...

　　Think of this...

　　He took out the unopened box of Dazhongjiu from his pocket.

　　After tearing open the cover, he took out one and put it in his mouth. After igniting it with a lighter, he held it in his hand.

　　I took out another one, lit it, and held it in my hand.

　　Three cigarettes were lit in total.

　　A bitter taste in the mouth.

　　I don't know if it was smoke or something.

　　Yu stepped forward and came to the tombstone of the old man. He looked at the water stains on the marble steps, put all the cigarettes on the marble, and then put three cigarettes on the cigarette case.

　　Rain, incessantly.

　　He opened his umbrella again and stood motionless in front of the tombstone.

　　Mr. is happy to smoke.

　　Also save.

　　Smoking always likes to take the last puff of cigarette butt before throwing it away.

　　A person like Master who likes to smoke half a cigarette is often said by his husband to be a loser...

　　If you know that this hundred yuan box of cigarettes has been soaked by the rain, you will definitely blame yourself.

　　So, he held the umbrella quietly, watching the three cigarettes burn out little by little.

　　When the cigarette butts were exhausted, he reacted...

　　Suddenly, he burst into tears.

　　"gentlemen……"

　　"The mountain is high and the road is far, please... cherish the journey."

　　……

　　"Let's go."

　　After worshipping, Yu Xuan sighed and patted Wu Shaobai on the shoulder, looking at his apprentice who had been crying silently for a long time.

　　Then, he squatted down and took out the box of Chinese in his pocket.

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　　Three cigarettes were lit and placed on the cigarette case.

　　He said to Wu Shaobai again:

　　"Let's go."

　　……

　　All the way, he got into the car in the parking lot of Babaoshan, took off his soaked cashmere trench coat, and took out his mobile phone.

　　Looking through the photo album, he found a photo taken in the background with Mr. Li on April 4 last year.

　　Looking at the old man's bright smile, his nose was sour again.

　　Barely suppressing the pain, he opened Weibo and uploaded the photo to his mobile phone.

　　"Sir, hard work. Sir, through the ages."

　　A Weibo post was posted, and he also saw the Weibo posts posted by many brothers and sisters of Deyun Society.

　　It seems that everyone has received the news of Mr. Li's death.

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　　He silently exited Weibo, leaning on the seat and closing his eyes.

　　……

　　According to his mother's instructions, he went to a bathing center near his home and returned after taking a bath.

　　When he came back, he discovered that his cashmere trench coat had begun to shrink.

　　Wool products are not good at this point, and they are easy to shrink when wet.

　　Not to mention that this one got him in the rain.

　　It was a pity that he threw this dress into the dirty clothes basket and glanced at his daughter, who was still working hard in the study. Wu Shaobai didn't go anywhere, but went back to the bedroom, lay on the bed, and found Mr. Li's name in the mobile app. Cross talk, put on the bed and closed his eyes.

　　At some point, he fell asleep.

　　Didn't even eat lunch.

　　No one called him.

　　In the afternoon, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with his body.

　　Shen.

　　Shen is awesome.

　　It hurts all over the body, especially the joints.

　　Reluctantly raised his spirits, he opened the bedside table and found the thermometer in the creaking nest.

　　Waited three or four minutes to see...

　　37 degrees 7.

　　He has a fever.

　　"..."