The years when I was an old man

Uncle Zhong didn't answer my words, but said:

"I guess Liu Yunxiu will be here soon, we just need to give him the goods, or you should go back and prepare for the game the day after tomorrow!"

I looked at Uncle Zhong, the man who taught me the eight styles of brocade hanging and sheltered me from wind and rain many times.

I used to trust him immensely, but I found that I didn't seem to understand him anymore.

I don't care about being concealed from me, as I have concealed a lot from others.

But what I can't accept is that my trust seems to be worthless in front of others. .goΠ

The silence between each other made the scene even more awkward.

Suddenly, the small door next to it was pushed open.

Turning his head, he saw two familiar figures walking out of the darkness.

The one who walked in the front was old Wu Touer.

Under the darkness of night, old Mr. Wu's expression was serious, and he could even be said to be angry.

Following behind him was He Songbai.

He Songbai's expression was not quite right either, there seemed to be an indescribable confusion in his tightly knit brows.

The moment he saw me, Old Wu was rarely surprised.

His ponytail also moved up and down, and he turned his head to look at He Songbai, and the old head Wu said angrily:

"Did you tell him the address?"

He Songbai didn't speak, which was equivalent to acquiescing.

Old Mr. Wu was even more angry. He looked at me, then at He Songbai, and said:

"It's just a delivery, why call him here?"

From the day he met old Mr. Wu, he has always been calm and calm, looking at the world with a smile.

But today, it was just a small delivery, but he got so angry.

"Old head Wu!"

I yelled, and he immediately looked at me.

"I brought up this matter, isn't it normal for me to come?"

I tentatively asked.

Old Wu head was even more angry, he pointed towards the door.

"Don't you want to win the first place in the star list? Go back and prepare for the competition right away, the goods have already arrived in Yundian. Your work is over..."

Old Wu's words were exactly the same as Uncle Zhong's.

But it made me fall into deeper confusion.

Looking at old Mr. Wu, I slowly said:

"Old Wu, do you still remember how we met?"

The old Wu head held a half-moon purple sand and looked into the distance, but he didn't answer my question.

"The first time, it was at a Zhajinhua poker game near your home. I had a conflict with Lao Hei, and I was beaten into a shapeless shape by him. And you were booing and watching the excitement not far away..."

"What about the second time? Do you remember? It was at Chef Zheng's gambling booth. You lost all your money that day. Sitting at the door and humming, don't gamble..."

As I said that, I read out the words that old head Wu hummed that day.

"Don't gamble! Don't gamble! Gambling is more harmful than tigers. Sometimes tigers don't get hurt randomly, and gambling can lose everything..."

I could clearly feel that the corner of Old Wu's mouth twitched, but I continued:

"The third time, we were in Zou's casino. There was also Su Mei that day, and you were arrested for cheating..."

"the fourth time……"

Before the next words could be spoken, old Mr. Wu suddenly yelled:

"do not talk!"

The bright moonlight made Old Wu's white hair even more dazzling.

He turned to look at me with an indescribable sense of contradiction in his eyes.

I also looked at him silently, with a calm expression, and did not continue to speak.

Sincerity is always nirvana.

If I want to make a breakthrough from the old Mr. Wu, I can only play the card of sincere feelings.

I have to know why he and Uncle Zhong don't want me here.

What are they doing, they are hiding from me.

"On the sixth day of the lunar new year, you are a fool. The number one fool in Tianzi. Let me tell you, I am not from Habei. The reason why I am in Habei is to wait for you. I appeared next to the game between you and Lao Hei, That was intentional too. All these coincidences were arranged in advance. Do you know? And..."

I was suddenly startled.

Although, I have thought about these.

But when the old head Wu said it himself, I was still extremely shocked.

"Wu Yao dog!"

Uncle Zhong suddenly let out a low growl, interrupting Old Wu.

Old Mr. Wu looked at Uncle Zhong angrily. He wanted to say something, but he held back.

After a while, he suddenly raised his hand.

The Banyue teapot in his hand flew directly towards the wall.

With a "pop", the purple clay pot shattered.

All of us who saw this scene were taken aback.

Anyone who knows Old Wu knows that the half-moon purple sand is his favorite handle.

He took it with him all over the north and south rivers and lakes.

But on such a seemingly ordinary night, he threw the purple clay pot to pieces out of anger.

Looking at Uncle Zhong, Old Wu's face twitched.

He seemed to be suppressing his emotions, but he couldn't help but said:

"Wang Zhong, Wang Bazhong. Tell me, what's wrong with this world? What's wrong with people's hearts? I've been in the world for decades, but now I don't understand the world. If the world is like this, then I would rather not be in this arena..."

There was distress and pity in Uncle Zhong's eyes.The two people who have been pinched for half their lives now feel a sense of sympathy for each other.