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Chapter 247: Kougan's Past

Hmm? After Liu Yonglu finished speaking, Mili Tang blushed, her ears buzzed, and her heart was in turmoil. She thought: What does he mean by this?
Besides, how could I tell him? Even if I told him, now was not the right time. We were lying on the same bed. What if he didn't behave and crawled over from behind the curtain?
I would definitely reject him! We had only known each other for a short time, and although we had been through life and death together many times, I knew what kind of person he was, but this was too fast.

But... wouldn't it be bad if I didn't respond to him? What if he has a strong sense of self-esteem and misunderstands me, thinking that my psychological gender is a boy? That would be bad.

Millie Tang simply gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and took the risk. She reached her little hand out from under the quilt, slowly reached through the curtain, and secretly held Liu Yonglu's little finger with her little finger.

This is my biggest concession today, Millie Tang said to herself secretly.

After waiting for a while, Liu Yonglu spoke again from behind the curtain:

"What's my last name? My last name is Ma. What's my name? Malanhua!"

In the darkness, Mili Tang's face turned from red to black. She knew! What this guy just said was just a dream!
She was so angry that she reached up and twisted Liu Yonglu's arm hard, then she pulled her hand back into the quilt, turned her head and went to sleep with a lot of anger.

At this time, on a wild island, in Liu Yonglu's own backstage, he was standing on a rock, showing off to a group of beautiful frogs. He didn't know why he wanted to tell this story today, he just felt like talking about something a little corny, about relationships between men and women, and love affairs.

After saying this, he was ready to sing "Romance of the West Chamber" again.

Of course, the American people below the stage don't care about this. They just offer sacrifices and worship the gods as they should.

When they were chatting on the bed just now, Liu Yonglu had actually fallen asleep a long time ago, and the second half of what he said was all talking in his sleep, which was mainly due to Millie Tang.

If she started talking from the time when she was a child, with ups and downs, and it would come naturally, maybe Liu Yonglu would really be so shameless as to roll over the curtain, and then he would be unlucky in Michigan University.

When does Liu Yonglu sleep best? He sleeps best when he is in class. Others sit upright to listen, but he usually lies down for half a class and stands for half a class. In the first half of the class, he talks to Zhou Gong about his dream of performing arts, and in the second half, he asks the teacher to pull him up and make him stand to wake him up.

So later on, when he supported the main role, he was basically doing it subconsciously, and his brain was no longer working.

As for the last question, the only explanation is that he thought about it during the day and thought about it at night. Liu Yonglu probably hoped that Millie Tang was a girl the most in the world, so he asked it in a daze.

As he was talking, Liu Yonglu still felt his hands were not strong enough, just like the last time when Xiaohu put squid shreds into his mouth, but Toad also started to mutter, so he didn't dare to stop and kept working with his mouth.

He had a nice night's sleep, but it really annoyed Millie Tang. She had never been so annoyed before. Millie Tang held her ears with a pillow, but was still woken up by this guy every hour.

Every time she was woken up, she would reach out her hand and pinch Liu Yonglu hard.

But among the four people, Millie Tang was not the only one who did not sleep well today. The young man Kougan also did it. It was not that Carol was scolding him. In fact, the captain had been busy setting up various trigger-type small mechanisms since he entered the room.

They put a piece of paper in the crack of the door, and placed a bell on the ground at the entrance with empty cans. Anyway, they tried seven or eight different methods. Kou Gang didn't even dare to walk in the hallway after washing up.

Carroll was a soldier and had rich experience in field combat. He lay down in his clothes only after everything was arranged, and fell into a deep sleep in less than a minute.

Kougan, who was lying next to him, was not asleep. It was not that he was not tired, but that he was excited. The energy from his first mission had not yet worn off.

The young man tossed and turned in his bed, making pancakes. When he closed his eyes, all he could think about were his childhood memories.

The family environment of Kogan and his sister Miles when they were young was actually not bad. Their mother was a teacher and their father was the sheriff of New Newland. Although they were not rich, they were well-off.

But when Kogan was 11 years old, his parents died of infectious diseases one after another, and everything started to go downhill from then on.

In the darkness, Kogan looked up at the ceiling and the dark old roof. He remembered the warm home of his childhood. He and his sister lived in the same room with a double-bunk bed. He slept on the upper one and Miles slept on the lower one.

Every day when he lay in bed, he felt so close to the sky blue ceiling. His mother told them stories at night, and Kogan always listened while touching the mini boxing training sandbag hanging from the ceiling, which was a gift from his father.

But at this moment, when he lay in the Dry Well Inn and reached up with his hands, there was only endless darkness.

After their parents passed away, the relatives at home did not help at all. Not only did no one take the siblings in, but many relatives even found various excuses to borrow money from Miles.

Miles was only 15 years old at the time and could not cope with such troubles. Most of the family property was divided away, and their lives became even more difficult.

Every day Miles gets up early to cook for Kogan, then goes to school. After school, he has to work in the bakery downstairs. In fact, Kogan has thought about becoming a child laborer himself, as the burden of sending two people to school is too heavy.

But Miles didn't agree to him. She knew this was the only way out for the two of them, and drinking poison to quench thirst would only make things worse.

But Miles' salary was far from enough to cover the living expenses of the two of them, and most of their income still had to be supported by pawning old items at home.

Thinking of this, Kogan pulled a bitter smile in the dark. He had average grades in school, but he was quite talented in boxing, but he was a little short, so he couldn't take advantage.

However, through the long-term bargaining with the pawnshop owner, I did develop my talking skills and could make the most of a penny. My habit of being greedy for small gains must have been developed at that time.

One day he took his father's watch to pawn again. Old Thomason had a headache every time he saw this kid, and he could just say a few words to him to get rid of him.

But this kid is very cunning and shameless. He often stays in the store until he gets the price he wants, thus delaying his business with other customers.

"Boy, what do you want to be today?"

Behind the counter, old Thomason stopped what he was doing, trying to repair a precious piece of porcelain.

"Mr. Thomason, let me ask you, what is the highest price of a watch you have received in the past year?"

"Barney's fine stuff. It cost me seventy-five pounds."

"Only seventy-five pounds? Then I'll go ask somewhere else."

Kou Gang put his hands behind his back, looked disdainful, turned around and was about to walk out.

"Come back, kid. We're old acquaintances. Let me take a look first. I'll give you a price and then you can ask someone else and not get hurt."

They were both smart people and could see through each other's thoughts. Little Kou Gang reluctantly put his father's watch on the counter.

"It's amazing. This is the work of the famous craftsman Bosman."

Old Thomason put on a watchmaker's magnifying glass and carefully examined the stamp on the bottom of the watch. Then he changed the subject:
"What a pity, the material is too common. If it was a gold watch, I would give you at least 50 pounds. Although it is a handmade watch by Bosman, those noble gentlemen are very particular about style and I am afraid they cannot see its value. I can only give you pounds."

Kogan had long known old Thomason's routine, first praising the watch and then finding faults everywhere to lower the price, but when the watch was in Thomason's hands, he did not push it back. Instead, he checked the hands and dial inside and out.

"One hundred and fifty pounds. If I can't get that price, I'll sell it somewhere else."

"One hundred and fifty pounds? You might as well kill me and buy a new watch in Helen Street. That's gold, too."

The old man took off his glasses and put his watch back on.

"Then you name a price."

Little Kogan carefully put the watch back into his pocket. Old Thomason initially insisted on the price of 50 pounds, but Kogan was indeed not easy to deal with. Before coming to old Thomason's pawnshop, he went to Helen Street on purpose and was familiar with the intricacies of watches.

In the end, the two of them were haggling over the price between 100 and 120 pounds. Little Kogan felt that the time was right and pointed to a small jewelry box behind the counter and asked:
"100 pounds, but you have to give me this jewelry box, okay?"

Old Thomason looked back and took a closer look at the black jewelry box. The ebony box was inlaid with giant clam and turquoise patterns. Although the craftsmanship was ingenious and full of the unique temperament of the exotic continent, it was made of too ordinary a material, just like the problem with the watch. The ladies and wives of noble families might not even look favorably on it.

Weighing it in his hand again, old Thomason recalled how the woman looked when she came to pawn it a few days ago.

She was wearing a black coat and large exotic earrings. As for her appearance...it had only been a few days, and old Thomason couldn't even remember it.

"Deal, kid. One more question, what do you want this box for?"

"It's my sister's birthday in a few days, and this is a gift."

Hey, everyone, many friends asked me about my cat’s condition, but I didn’t reply to them one by one. First, I didn’t want to spread unhappy things, and second, the conservative treatment in the past two days did show some improvement.

I didn’t expect the condition to get worse again today. I will take my cat to see a doctor when it’s daybreak. The updates in the past two days may be a bit vague, and I am not completely satisfied with the quality. I may make some changes later. Please bear with me.

At night, my wife and children were asleep. I was alone in the living room smoking an e-cigarette, looking at the cat in pain. I felt so bad.

If the cat can recover smoothly, I must be a person who loves life and spend more time with cats and children. I lived too rough a while ago and I really want to slap myself in the face.

Only loving life is the panacea for all loss and despair.

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(End of this chapter)