The Mysterious Businessman of Super Seminary

Chapter 499

"Don't bother with this."

Wen Twelve frowned, shook the ordinary lighter in front of him, and blinked his eyes.

"What's the point of you worrying about this? Why don't you buy a lighter and try it out? It's 2000 yuan each!"

"You give me one."

The middle-aged man took out twenty red renminbi from his wallet and put them in front of the young boss, and said with a burst of pain.

As an old smoker, he was just curious, but he never thought that curiosity would pay such a high price, and he felt disgusted for a while. After a while, he even copied the store. Let's see how you open an illegal store!

Taking the ordinary lighter from Wen Twelve's hand, with two click-click sounds, the cigarette was lit this time.

The middle-aged man hastily took a deep puff of a cigarette worth 1000 yuan a piece, allowing all the fresh smoke to enter his lungs.

Suddenly, he only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and he found himself in a private house in the countryside, and he was standing at the door of the kitchen.

It was the smell of the past, the taste of the past.

The middle-aged man's eyes suddenly turned red.

Especially when he saw the stooped woman working in the kitchen, he walked over and patted the old woman on the shoulder.

The old woman turned her head and looked at him with an amiable face.

"Is Daoyuan back? Have you eaten yet? Are you tired from work? I just made a bowl of wonton noodles, your favorite food, it's delicious!"

"mom--"

The reddened eyes of the middle-aged man could no longer bear the tears, and two lines of clear tears flowed out.

At this moment, the scenery changed again.

He returned to the door of the mysterious shop, however, the cigarette on his finger had already burned to the end.

On his face, two lines of tears ran uncontrollably across his cheeks, dripping down on the ground.

"how?"

Wen Twelve looked at him with a smile.

"Give me another one."

Taking off the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose, the middle-aged man threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, rubbed his red eye sockets, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Row."

Wen Twelve smiled and nodded.

"1000 yuan."

"Give!"

This time, the middle-aged man put money on the table without hesitation.

Wen Twelve handed him a cigarette. The middle-aged man held it on his lips. His lips trembled, and even his hands trembled unconsciously. He took the unlit cigarette from his lips. His eyes were red. Looking at Wen Twelve.

"This, can I see the previous scene again?"

Wen Twelve nodded.

"If you think about it, the scene will emerge, and you can see what you dreamed of when you take it off."

"Thank you."

A happy smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged man and said, cigarettes are very expensive.But it was worth it for him. When Xi Daoyuan was in his 30s, his mother passed away, and he was not blessed to enjoy his life after his prosperity.

That amiable face was imprinted in his mind from beginning to end.

He regrets and hates himself. The tree wants to be quiet but the wind is not stopping. The son wants to be filial but his relatives are not there. When he was young, he didn't understand. When he understood, his mother had passed away. Xi Daoyuan wanted to see his mother's face again, even just for a glimpse. No matter what she said, he was willing to do whatever she asked him to do. He put the cigarette in his mouth again, and Xi Daoyuan let the lighter's flame rise with trembling palms.

At this time, Wen's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

"Don't worry, smoke. Not only are these cigarettes not harmful to your body, they also have the effect of strengthening your body. If you smoke one cigarette every day, the more you smoke, the more energetic you will be."

"Ah."

A reluctant smile appeared on Xi Daoyuan's face, he nodded, and immediately put the Liqun cigarette on the flame of an ordinary lighter, lit it quickly, and then took a deep breath of smoke.

The scene just now came to mind again.

It was still that familiar private house, that bowl of freshly cooked wonton noodles, and that amiable old face. He walked over quickly, hugged his mother tightly in his arms, and felt heart-piercing. cried.

"Mom, I'm sorry!! I'm sorry, I'm not good, I didn't honor you well, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!!"

Hearing this, the old woman's eyes were filled with astonishment, and soon her eye sockets were covered with kindness, she looked at her child, and gently stroked his hair with dry palms.

"You're old too."

Xi Daoyuan trembled all over, yes, he is old too.

Mother is long gone.

Raising his head, Xi Daoyuan forced a smile.

"Mom, I know, when I was young, you always blamed me for being ignorant and always causing trouble. Not only did I not listen, but I also contradicted you every day. Later, later you were gone..."

As he spoke, his voice choked up again.

"How are you doing now?"

The old woman asked softly.

"I became the chief."

Xi Daoyuan's voice choked up.

"I have separated from those cronies and friends, I have learned to make progress, and my life is getting better and better now, but, but I don't, I don't—"

He couldn't go on.

Tears flowed down his cheeks like pouring rain.

The old woman raised her old hand, wiped away the tears on his face, and immediately hugged him, saying softly?

"My son, I am content with your life now. I used to blame you for making troubles because I was afraid that you would not live up to it. This person knows how to make progress, and life can be enjoyable. He fights and fights every day. How can there be You now."

"I know I know--"

Xi Daoyuan hugged the old woman's waist, tears streaming down his face.

"I know it all."

"I'm not here anymore, you have to take good care of yourself, don't be hungry, don't be cold, and be an official, I am relieved to see that you are promising..."

The voice was rambling, but the scenery in front of Xi Daoyuan suddenly dimmed.

"Mother!!"

Xi Daoyuan tried to catch her.

However, the old woman looked at him kindly and continued talking softly, while the middle-aged man looked at his mother, his heart trembling constantly.

In the end, he returned to the door of the mysterious shop again.

"Thank you."

When he came back to his senses, Xi Daoyuan's lips trembled, he threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, stomped it out lightly, and immediately bowed deeply to Wen Twelve.

"Thank you, your cigarette has fulfilled my wish."

"It's a deal."

Shaking his head, Wen Twelve explained patiently.

"You're welcome."

"Can I buy a pack to take home?"

Taking a deep breath, Xi Daoyuan straightened his back and said softly.

"sure."

Wen Twelve said with a smile.

"However, I want to tell you that a cigarette costs two thousand, and a pack of cigarettes costs forty thousand."

"I see."

Xi Daoyuan laughed, seeing that there were no more red bills in the wallet, he immediately put it in his pocket, and took out his cell phone.

"Can I transfer money?"

"Cash only."

Wen Twelve shrugged.

"Feel sorry."

"fine."

Xi Daoyuan shook his head quickly.

"I'll go to the bank to get it."

(End of this chapter)