Walking with the Villain, Lou Xiao'e's Alternative Love

After the two young men finished speaking, they turned their eyes to the old man who had just taken a sip of white wine.

"Why are you two looking at me? Do you think I should say something?"

"As a parent, isn't it appropriate for you to say something?" Zhu Zirui said, putting down his wine glass.

"Okay. Then I'll say a few words."

The old man picked up his own small wine cup and said, "Your generation is just full and have nothing better to do.

He seeks death over a small matter.

When you have time later, ask your godmother to tell you how we used to live.

Damn it, I can’t even take care of my life, how can I have the time to talk about love.

Forget it, I don’t want to scold you anymore.

Since you want me to say something nice, then I'll give you a few words of advice.

As a human being, you can't just think about yourself, think about the responsibilities on your shoulders.

Although you don't have young ones to take care of, you have old ones.

Don’t you need to think about your parents who gave birth to you and raised you?

Others are secondary. You haven’t repaid your parents’ kindness yet, and you’re making a fuss over such trivial matters?

If I were to say, this is selfish.

Your skin and hair is from your parents!

What qualifications do you have to cause such trouble?

Imagine if your children were like you in the future, would you be heartbroken?

If things continue to develop like this, what hope is there for this society?

My children, as your elders, none of us does not wish you the best.

We don’t expect to get the same feedback, but at least, let us worry less and live a few more years, isn’t that too much? "

The godfather's words "Isn't that too much?" hit everyone's heart hard.

Xu Damao, Lou Xiao'e, and even every younger generation present lowered their heads involuntarily, with guilt and self-reflection surging in their hearts.

Yes, as children, we often neglect the companionship and care that should be most cherished in our busy lives.

The hard work and dedication of parents seem to have become a matter of course.

The feedback we give seems so insignificant in comparison.

They never complain about the hardship or tiredness, they just hope that we can live a better and happier life.

This selflessness and greatness makes us reflect on what we can do for our parents?

Perhaps, a warm hug, a caring greeting, and a patient listening can become the most precious treasure in their hearts.

On the road to growth, we may not be able to be with our parents all the time, but every return home and every care is the best comfort for our parents.

Filial piety is not just about giving material things, but also about spiritual closeness and understanding.

As children, we can also give our parents the deepest love and care.

Let parents worry less, feel more at ease, and enjoy every moment in health and happiness.

"Godfather, I'll let you say a few more words.

Look, the atmosphere you created is going downhill fast." Zhu Zirui said, trying to smooth things over.

"You're the only one who doesn't know the smell of getting spanked.

Damn it, no matter how much money outsiders pay me to say a word, I won’t even bat an eyelid.”

After the old man finished speaking, he looked at Lou Xiaoe again, and Xu Damao asked, "Are you two going to get married? Or not? Give me a straight answer.

It's like a life.

But it's just like that.

I just can't stand seeing people just bullying others for no real purpose every day."

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Pass."

The word "pass" quickly brought the atmosphere in the room back to life.

The old man nodded with satisfaction.

He stood up, patted Xu Damao on the shoulder, and said, "Since you have decided to live together, you must cherish it.

Besides, when it comes to alcohol, if you can drink it, drink it. If you can’t, forget it. Don’t force yourself.

If you say that nothing can be done without alcohol, that's pure bullshit.

If you have to rely on it to get things done, then you are incompetent.”

Before the old man finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of half a bottle of red wine left on the table out of the corner of his eye.

He couldn't help but reveal a sly smile on his face, and continued: "Of course, having said that, but life does need a sense of ritual occasionally, right?

This wine is like the spice of life. Although it is not a necessity, it can sometimes add icing on the cake.

For example, how about we use this bottle of red wine to celebrate your reconciliation tonight? "

When they heard this, their eyes suddenly lit up, and the gloom just now disappeared.

Zhu Zirui responded excitedly first: "Hey, godfather, this is a good idea! I'll pour it for everyone first."

"Haha, you have good sense!" The old man clapped his hands and encouraged. "Fill me a big glass first."

"Ahem... this person should be the one who takes charge of what he says!

Don't talk about the children while indulging yourself." Godmother reminded immediately.

"My dear, you are happy today, so please give me some face.

When they all leave, I won't have anything to drink!"

After the old man finished speaking, he laughed to himself.

"Huh, I've never seen you drink less.

Treat this little bit of cat urine like a treasure, and almost hug it in the bed." Godmother said softly, and also laughed along with the atmosphere.

Her laughter was like a ray of sunshine in spring, penetrating every molecule in the air and making everyone present involuntarily smile.

Six people and a bottle of red wine, what they share is not only the wine itself, but also the long-lost time together.

"This wine is not about the taste, but about the affection!" the old man concluded in a profound tone.

This made everyone laugh again.

Although the red wine has been finished, the feeling of not being satisfied seems to be extended infinitely, as if a faint, lingering sweetness is left in everyone's heart.

As a result, the topic became more and more heated, laughter broke out one after another, and everyone began to express their joy in their own way.

Some people even began to imitate the old man's tone, filling the whole room with laughter.

Time flies by.

Lou Xiao'e stayed in this small courtyard of her "mother's home" for a whole week.

No matter how the old man chased her away, she just refused to leave.

Although Xu Damao was extremely anxious, he really couldn't do anything about her.

He ran back and forth every day, and Zhu Zirui and Zhuang Junwei followed him for a week.

Just after dinner, the old man sipped his last sip of wine, put down his wine cup and walked straight into Lou Xiao'e's room, and took her small suitcase and bag to the door by himself.

"Get lost, stay a few more days, or you will ruin all my good food and wine." After saying that, he looked at Zhu Zirui and cursed, "Fuck you, especially you, you eat and take, do you think I'm your enemy?

Every day, he used a handful of broken melon seeds to fool me, and my front teeth were knocked out. "

"Godfather, you are not like this. When we were doing it, I saw that you were happier than anyone else.

I saw them all putting handfuls of money into their pockets." Zhu Zirui said with a hint of contempt.

"If I don't put some money in my pocket, won't I be at a greater loss?"

Just like that, amid the quarrel, Lou Xiao'e was "invited" out of the yard by the old man.