President of Ruthless Soldier Wang Qiao

"Brother! Keep it! Don't be polite! The doctor said that my intelligence has deteriorated, and I won't be able to read this watch after a while. It's just right for you to keep it!" Song Wenhu said hastily.

"Oh, that's it, by the way, what's the matter with the injury on your face?"

"I slipped and fell in the toilet, I accidentally fell! I fell!" Song Wenhu hurriedly said with a smile.

"Hey, young man, don't be rash, and keep your eyes open next time you walk!" Ye Mo patted Song Wenhu's shoulder and said earnestly.

Song Wenhu's heart was dripping with tears, he had been on the road for so long, no one in the surrounding road would call him Brother Hu, when did he get bullied so badly!

"Thank you, brother, for your concern. Then I'll take my brothers and leave first?" Song Wenhu asked tentatively again.

"Wait a minute, what's going on with your sad face, who bullied you?" Ye Mo said again at this time.

Song Wenhu's heart was also extremely messy, and he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, but his grin exposed a golden tooth in his mouth.

"Yo, when did this tooth change? Copper?"

"Brother, I'm just kidding. Who inlaid copper and gold these days."

Ye Mo is a little embarrassed now, can this old man chat?

"Old man, what kind of paper are you burning this year? You are so old, who is this paper for?" Ye Mo asked with a smile. There are double images, but the sloppy old man and the fire are always the same.

Thinking this way, everyone didn't dare to waste a word. As for Song Wenhu, he simply handed his newly bought Apple [-] to Ye Mo.

Song Wenhu covered his mouth miserably at the moment, and finally heaved a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Mo was about to go out, he didn't want Ye Mo to turn his head around just after stepping out of the door.

When he left the bar, Ye Mo was in a good mood, but when he counted the spoils and wanted to put the gold watch on his hand, the scabbed wound instantly hurt Ye Mo's heart. Negativity erupted again.

As soon as Song Wenhu finished speaking, he was punched on the chin by Ye Mo, and his mouth immediately smelled of blood. The golden tooth fell out along with the other big teeth that were yellowed by smoke.

Paper money has always been burned for the dead in Donghua, how could it be burned for oneself?
Ye Mo looked at the old man's aging appearance again, it seemed that he had no children and knew that his time was coming, so he burned some for himself in advance to avoid being made things difficult by little ghosts on the road to Huangquan, which is so sad.

Ye Mo smiled, and when he turned around to leave after leaving the money, he felt his trousers sinking. Turning around, he saw that the old man who burned the paper stretched out his hand and grabbed his trousers.

Ye Mo immediately took out his pockets. After buying the wine, he only had the 2000 and the gold watch left on him. He kept the gold watch, and the rest of the money was stuffed into the old man's hands.

Besides, we bleed from the beginning to the end and we don't see any loss for you. If you really want to investigate, you smashed the mobile phone yourself, okay? We just built a glass table for nothing!

No wonder it is said that business with no capital is the most profitable. My daily extra money is only three or two hundred, and I can directly get six or seven thousand for this night's work. I will have to find opportunities to come often in the future.

Ye Mo didn't know how much he drank in the end, and he was a little awkward to walk. When he passed the city square, he vaguely saw a bench under the dim streetlights. Ye Mo knew that this was his bed for tonight, although he didn't Simmons is comfortable, but it's better than sleeping on the road.

Ye Mo finally laughed, patted Song Wenhu's shoulder with relief, said "Good man" and went out.

"One hundred years of mortal dreams, the world is in an instant, the poor world is so idiotic, a word of love can't see through..."

Perhaps in their eyes, this world is so strange and desolate, with no relatives and no reason, walking alone, meeting another lonely each other at a leisurely fork, and this is also a kind of fate.

Ye Mo immediately took out a piece of paper and wrapped the gold tooth in several layers and put it in his pocket. He might be able to exchange it for 2000 yuan at any gold shop.

"It's not easy when you're old. I only have so much on me. I can't give you this watch. If you don't have the land to cash it, it will hurt you. That's all right. Go back and rest as soon as you finish burning the paper."

An old man and a young man were just sitting at an empty intersection and burning paper. Who would have thought that Donghua was so big that it would be the two of them sitting together in a hug to keep warm in this cold night.

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

As for his big brother, he is amazing, Huang Debiao, brother Biao, can be regarded as the number one person on the road in Jiangbei, and he is accompanied by a younger brother in his [-]s. He has a bar and a bathing place under his command. I heard that there is also an underground gambling house. It's all rushing water.

There is a lot of wine in the bag. After drinking this bottle, there will be another bottle, and after the next bottle is finished, there will be another bottle. There will always be time to drink until dawn, and then leave Donghua at dawn!

It's cold in the morning and evening, and the temperature drops even more at night, so Ye Mo walked back immediately, took out a bottle of high-quality Wuliangye from the bag and put it beside him, saying: "Old man, drink a few sips to warm up your body in the cold night, don't freeze. "

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

"Almost forgot the business, what about the broken phone just now?" Ye Mo pointed at the broken phone and said.

The old man still burned the paper quietly. Ye Mo sat beside him for more than half a minute and didn't see him responding. He felt bored and got up and left.

Ye Mo turned his head subconsciously, and saw a sloppy old man squatting on the side of the road burning paper, Ye Mo was also a little strange, when he passed by just now, there seemed to be no one there, it took so long for the fire to burn like this up?
Ye Mo didn't think much about it, maybe he was temporarily broken due to drinking too much, and then he stopped and asked the old man: "Old man, were you talking to me just now?"

It was already late at night, and Ye Mo was wandering aimlessly on the road with a bag of wine, enjoying the loneliness and emptiness in his heart alone.

To put it bluntly, Song Wenhu is a marginalized little person, who usually just shows off to others, and has a big brother himself.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the past is unbearable to look back on, the vicissitudes of the sea, life is like a dream, the past is like clouds..."

Ye Mo almost spit out a mouthful of wine: "Old man, I don't see that you are quite educated! Did you teach before? It stands to reason that teachers' retirement benefits are not low. You look like this because you didn't have a job when you were young, right? And I was asking how old you are, if you really can’t remember, you can tell me your story, anyway, the night is long, and I like listening to stories the most.”

Just as Ye Mo was walking towards the bench, an old and vicissitudes voice came from beside him.

"Young man, burn a few pieces of paper for this old man..." The old man's voice was just like the vicissitudes of life just now, even if Ye Mo heard these words, he suddenly became sober for a little while.

The old man's expression was slightly moved, but he still didn't seem to want to talk to Ye Mo, Ye Mo just smiled, maybe the old man's spirit is not very good.

This time Ye Mo really left. When the younger brother at the door confirmed that Ye Mo had disappeared at the intersection, Song Wenhu let out a long sigh of relief, and immediately called his elder brother.

"Investigate! Check him thoroughly! Find out his background and send it to me. I will chop him up with my own hands! No one has ever dared to touch my Huang Debiao in Jiangbei!"

There is a 24-hour convenience store by the side of the road. Ye Mo was holding a bag of money when he went in, and a bag of wine in his hand when he came out. He drank and walked while smiling, and Ye Mo's face was unknowingly A bit of drunkenness emerged, and even the world in front of him became more and more blurred.

The old man didn't answer, Ye Mo also subconsciously looked left and right, the whole city square was empty, except for the electric poles and street lamps, he was the only one standing upright, and he walked towards the old man with a bag of wine staggeringly past.

After leaving Li Yao's villa, Ye Mo didn't even know where to go home. The city under the streetlights looked so strange at the moment.

The old man was still burning paper without saying a word, Ye Mo also felt a little cold, he laughed at himself a few times, then sat down beside the old man and asked: "Old man, if you don't go home in the middle of the night, don't you worry about your family members worrying?" , Is there anyone else in your family, I'll call them to pick you up?"

"I said old man, are you in a bad mood, or if you tell your name, I will file a case with the police station, maybe it is an old man who got lost and you have forgotten." Ye Mo asked again.

Song Wenhu didn't dare to hide something like this, but then he heard Brother Biao's roar on the phone: "Fuck! A group of people were killed by one person. I have a dog and I know how to keep a good watch on the door. What's the use of this bunch of trash!"

It's just that Ye Mo couldn't help but stop after walking a few steps, turned around and glanced at the old man who was burning paper alone, his whole body was so sloppy, maybe there was no one at home, and it was pitiful for an old man squatting outside to burn paper in the middle of the night.

"Looking up, the mountains and rivers are majestic, the eyes turn, the eternity is dry and silent, the glance of thousands of years, the vicissitudes of the sea..."

This time, it's not just Song Wenhu, even the little brothers around are messed up, brother, you've ripped out all of us, we can't afford to pay you for your broken mobile phone!

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Song Wenhu also said with a sad face at this moment: "Brother Biao, it's not that our brothers are not up to date, it's really that kid's hands are black, that kid is a practicing family, he must have a murder case on him, otherwise he wouldn't be so cruel!"

The corner of the old man's mouth also moved slightly at this moment, and then he said: "You ask who I am, look up at the night sky."

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

"The stars are twinkling, covering the sky, which one is me, which one is you? The brightest one? Or is it a fleeting meteor? Or is it the holy and eternal moon? Although it is the deepest and farthest, it is also the most helpless."

The corners of Ye Mo's mouth twitched slightly: "Old man, it seems that we are not on the same channel, why don't we still drink the bar, Moutai puree, [-] bottles, haven't you ever drank it before? Come, drink more and talk less , I respect you for this bottle!"

Ye Mo just picked up the bottle of Erguotou and was about to blow it, but the old man pressed Ye Mo's hand and said in a low voice: "Young students, do you believe in afterlife?"