The years when I was an old man

I let the others go back to the hotel first, Lao Hei drove, and the three of us went straight to Chinatown overnight.

It was almost midnight when we arrived at Yecheng.

But for Chinatown, the nightlife here seems to have just begun.

After parking the car, the three of us went straight to the casino in Chinatown.

Now I really want to know what Chinatown's attitude is when something happened to Su Mei.

The electronic gambling machines on the first floor still emit deceptive music.

And the three of us went straight to the third floor.

This is the first time I have visited a casino in Chinatown, and it is similar to casinos all over the country, there is not much difference.

Greedy gamblers, numb croupiers, dark lights and staff walking among the crowd.

These people outline the appearance of all beings in the casino.

I stood at the door and took a brief look at first.

I was about to find a staff member to ask, when suddenly, someone behind me patted me heavily on the shoulder.

Looking back, I saw an old man with long hair, half white hair, holding a half-moon purple sand, standing behind me.

At this time, he was looking at me with a smile on his face.He only held a chip with a small denomination in his hand.

"Little brat, let me catch you?"

Old Mr. Wu!

The moment I saw him, I couldn't help feeling warm.

"Old Wu, why are you here?"

Old Mr. Wu shook the chip between his fingers and shook his head slightly.

"I don't like to listen to what you say. The sky is big and the earth is big, where there is gambling is home. Why, you can come to this Zhonghua City on the sixth day of the junior high school, but I, old Wu, can't come?"

I looked at him dumbfounded, and asked again:

"Where's Uncle Zhong?"

"Singing!"

what?

"What are you selling?"

"He lost to me, so naturally he wants to sing. Let's go, I'll take you to see him..."

In Chinatown at midnight, the hustle and bustle is better than the daytime.

Pass through the feasting city courtyard and walk to a stall at the back door.Most of the places here sell some supper and drinks.

Before I got to the end, I heard the sound of a simple pipa coming from the front:

"Hate Youyou, full of tears, not seeing the sun, the moon and the mist.

Once the fate is gone, the farewell day, the lovesickness will never meet again..."

The moment I heard this tune, I felt like crying without tears.

When Uncle Zhong and I first met in Fengtian, he sang this song on a snowy night.

It was also from then on that he and I learned the "eight brocade hanging styles" that I relied on to protect myself in the arena.

But in a blink of an eye, the majestic master of the door, actually sold out singing in this China City.

Looking from a distance, I saw Uncle Zhong wearing sunglasses, playing and singing like a blind man.

The most pitiful thing is that there is actually an iron basin in front of him.

Inside the iron basin were a few scattered small banknotes.

Around him, there was no one listening to the singing.

"How did this happen?"

I stopped and looked at the lively old Mr. Wu.

Old Mr. Wu didn't speak, just giggled dryly.

As soon as we were about to go forward, we saw a few men in Chinatown overalls at a fried noodle stall next to them, and couldn't help but turned their heads and scolded Uncle Zhong.

"Hey, that blind man, stop singing. After a late-night snack, I'll just listen to you crying and howling..."

As soon as the man finished speaking, the stall owner next to him also said:

"That's right, it's too noisy. Give him two yuan to let him go, but he still thinks it's too little and refuses to go. Oh, it's really annoying..."

Uncle Zhong didn't seem to hear the conversation between the few people.

Still plucking the pipa, singing alone.

Seeing that Uncle Zhong was pretending to be deaf and dumb, the staff saw him taking a few sips of a beer bottle.

The bottle "bang" and was placed on the table.

Then, striding forward to Uncle Zhong.

Pointing to Uncle Zhong, he shouted:

"Are you deaf? Sing again, Lao Tzu overturned your stall..."

Uncle Zhong still turned a deaf ear and continued playing and singing:

"Fate has played tricks on people through the ages, but they have no choice but to live in the fate of the world.

If people ask me who am I?An old man playing the pipa..."

The staff member was furious, and saw him lift his foot.

With a sound of "Bang Dang", the bowl in front of Uncle Zhong who was begging for money was kicked away by the man.

The few scattered banknotes inside immediately flew everywhere.

I know that Uncle Zhong has a thunderbolt character, and he will catch fire when he touches it.

But what I never expected was that Uncle Zhong took off his glasses.

He picked up the iron basin and picked up the scattered coins on the ground bit by bit.

Then, he cupped his hands at the man and said:

"I'm sorry, little brother. We're new to Baodi and don't know the rules. But my elder brother lost all the troubles that Naihe brought. Now we can't eat enough. If we don't sell our voices, we will have to live on the streets tonight It's..."

I turned my head and took a look at old Mr. Wu. In fact, I should have thought that Uncle Zhong's success in singing must have something to do with Mr. Wu's gambling.

Old Mr. Wu didn't take it seriously, he just smiled and didn't speak.

But at this time, the staff member was relentless, pointing at Uncle Zhong, and yelling:

"Don't talk nonsense, you just can't disturb other people's meals. If you don't leave, I'll smash your broken piano..."

A few people next to him booed and cursed.

Even the stall selling fried noodles uttered bad words frequently.

Looking at this scene, I felt sad for a while.

My father's brother, a majestic master of the door, has fallen to this point.

As for the fried noodles and the few staff members, they were originally from the bottom of society.

But they didn't have the slightest sympathy, and they still made things difficult for the lower class people like them.

Uncle Zhong sighed and looked at the few dollars in the basin.

After hesitating for a moment, he began to tidy up the booth.

I really couldn't stand it anymore, and strode towards Uncle Zhong.