In the name of father

Xiao Yan immediately became alert almost because of Xiao Mo's words. For some reason, he originally planned to get rid of the man as soon as he got off the plane. Not only did he uncontrollably follow the man to the cemetery like a ghost possessed, For a while, he even had a strong desire - to forcibly drag the man in front of him who he called his father away from another tall and strong man who was completely unfamiliar.

It is best that they never meet again.

When Xiao Mo proposed to let them go first, Xiao Yan certainly felt that he could not agree, but unexpectedly, before he could react, the elder brother among the twins who was standing quietly beside him took the first step. stood in front of him——

Xiao Yan coughed lightly, half of his face was hidden behind the huge scarf around his neck, and he couldn't see any emotion on his face, only the boy stared at the black-haired man standing in front of him, and then he was not in a hurry. He leisurely took out a handkerchief from his pocket...it wasn't the one he took from Xiao Mo before, with the blue and white checkered pattern and the familiar brand logo, Xiao Yan could guess it was his brother's with just one glance. handkerchief.

But Xiao Yan handed it to Xiao Mo, and inexplicably said something that puzzled everyone present——

"Wipe your hands." Xiao Yan's voice was low and hoarse due to the fever. He couldn't refuse to put his handkerchief into Xiao Mo's hand, and at the same time said in a light tone, "I saw your hand touching the tombstone just now. If it gets dusty, just wipe it off."

Xiao Mo didn't say anything, he stared at Xiao Yan in front of him, and finally took the handkerchief silently with a slight frown. After the man took it, Xiao Yan's face clearly showed a satisfied expression, watching Xiao Mo take the handkerchief Holding it in the palm of his hand, the elder brother of the twins turned around, just said "I will wait for you at the hotel tonight, we will have dinner together", and dragging Xiao Yan away along the way he came, not allowing Xiao Mo to refuse.

Xiao Mo watched their backs until they turned a corner and disappeared behind numerous tombstones.

Only then did the black-haired man retract his gaze, and the peaceful smile appeared on the corner of his lips again. He turned around and looked at Huo Zhen who had never said a word.

Huo Zhen cleared her throat: "My lord?"

"Well, my son." Xiao Mo smiled, "The older one is okay, but the younger one is a bit naughty."

"It's been a long time since I saw such a delicate child." Huo Zhen said half politely and half sincerely.

He looks good enough to be a bird, but he is just a devil in the skin of an angel.Xiao Mo slandered in his heart, but on the surface he had to show a reserved expression of "I am so proud of my son being praised"... Then he raised his hand and pinched his earlobe, raised his eyelids and looked at the strong man in front of him. When he touched Han's face, the black-haired man didn't realize that there was a hint of longing in his eyes, and asked almost without thinking: "Then...is it convenient?"

Huo Zhen was stunned, for a moment he didn't even realize what Xiao Mo was saying, but after working hard with his brain for a while, he finally remembered that the man in front of him seemed to have mentioned that he wanted to visit their martial arts gym, slowly. Nodding slowly, Huo Zhen scratched her head: "Actually, there's nothing to see, it's just an old martial arts gym. The newly opened big martial arts gyms in Hong Kong may have bigger toilets than ours... Recently, Master seldom comes here. He's got those old foot problems in the wet weather—"

Unexpectedly, before he finished speaking, the black-haired man standing opposite him smiled, "It's okay," Xiao Mo heard his own voice calm, "I just want to see the place where he lived before."

Xiao Mo's words made Huo Zhen's eyes instantly ambiguous, because he suddenly thought, it seems that in the past twenty years, Yuan Zhen has never liked a girl, and even though she was naughty when she was young, she would never do anything to tease her. Girl’s braids and other pranks that boys like to do... The tall man touched the tip of his nose and suddenly felt...

A little Sith emptiness.

The atmosphere at the scene was too weird, which forced Xiao Mo to examine whether he had said something earth-shattering or not. Later, the black-haired man finally realized that what he said seemed a little strange, which probably made him, a straight-minded elder brother Maybe I misunderstood—but it doesn't matter anymore, anyway, Yuanzhen has already turned her back, and at most it can be regarded as... self-inflicted.

So Xiao Mo wore a neat suit and squeezed the subway again with Huo Zhen who was full of embarrassment. He should have taken the MRT, but Huo Zhen was probably too embarrassed to let a man in an expensive suit follow him Squeezing that kind of civilian transportation, as soon as they got out of the subway station, Huo Zhen had already stopped a taxi with quick eyes and hands before Xiao Mo raised his foot to walk to the MRT station.

"Actually, it doesn't matter." After getting into the taxi, Xiao Mo lowered his eyes.

"It's different, Mr. Xiao is a guest," Huo Zhen said earnestly, "What's more, I seldom see my brother's friend, and I'm really grateful that you came to see him."

Xiao Mo smiled, feeling that being described by Huo Zhen as a poor person with poor popularity.

The taxi quickly drove to the street that Xiao Mo was familiar with.

This is an old street that already has some history. It is not as prosperous and new as the new street. There are no bright lights, no fashionable tourists rubbing shoulders, but Xiao Mo thinks that only the yellowed and mottled buildings are the real ones. The symbol of the original life of this city - he grew up here since he was a child. Although he has become a completely different person at this moment, the various passers-by and familiar shops in front of him The signboards were so noisy that it almost reminded him of who he was... The barbecued pork buns at the Hong Kong-style tea restaurant at the street corner were still their signature; The Chinese medicine shop where the old man filled the medicine was also open, and the old Chinese medicine doctor, who was also old, was sitting at the door at the moment, holding an old smoking gun and puffing; Pushing the cart, I moved a small bench and sat there quietly, watching the pedestrians come and go without moving...

"That's great." Sitting in the taxi, Xiao Mo tapped lightly on his knees with slightly bent fingers.

Nothing has changed here, as if silently waiting for someone to come back, which is great.

"What?" Huo Zhen, who was sitting in the front co-pilot, turned her head to look at the dark-haired man with deep eyes and no emotions, and suddenly smiled and said nothing, "Mr. The street bar is a bit different from the city center, the buildings are old, as if they have lost the city’s retreat, that’s why the government recently considered renovating the block—”

"Actually, I came here a long time ago," Xiao Mo smiled, "Mr. Huo, don't worry, I came to Hong Kong this time not only to visit Yuan Zhen's cemetery and talk about business, but also to invest in some new projects. Zhen is my friend, and now his relatives are in trouble, of course I should help."

Xiao Mo used the word "relative" very selfishly.

Fortunately, because of what he said, Huo Zhen didn't seem to notice this small detail.

The man's words were neither urgent nor slow, and the cloud was calm, but the content was enough to make Huo Zhen stunned. The smile on his face was fixed in a strange arc because of surprise. In the end, the tall and burly man blinked blankly. Blinking: "Mr. Xiao means..."

"The martial arts hall is old, let's renovate it." Xiao Mo looked out the window and said calmly, "If the old one doesn't go, the new one won't come."

……

The car stopped in front of a certain building at the end of the street, Xiao Mo leaned forward a little to look, and found that the road ahead seemed to be under construction, so he didn't say much, after asking Huo Zhen to pay for the taxi, Xiao Mo Then he unhurriedly opened the door and got out of the car——

The former Yuan Zhen didn't have this kind of personality, but since he was reborn into Xiao Mo, he found that his personality and temper suddenly became a little calmer, and he didn't act as frizzy as before.

It's very strange, as if this body has some kind of physical characteristics.

Probably because of the rain just now, the road at this time is still a little muddy, and a man's clean leather shoes will inevitably splash some mud when stepping on such a ground. At first Huo Zhen felt very embarrassed, but soon He found that the man in front of him seemed to be different from the rich businessman in newspapers, magazines and TV who always looked away from others. In fact, he never lowered his head to care about the cleanliness of his trousers or shoes from the beginning to the end. Degree problem.

Xiao Mo just stood outside the martial arts gym he was familiar with, listening carefully to the sounds coming from inside.

When the sandbag is hit by gravity, there is a muffled sound, the iron chain hanging on the sandbag makes the sound of metal impact, and a certain coach can be vaguely heard urging someone not to be lazy and mixed with various Amidst the swearing and swearing, the foot target in his hands crackled and rattled—these sounds were almost familiar to the former Yuan Zhen, and he could squat in this noisy environment while squatting. Calmly forced to memorize the English words that will be used in the make-up exam tomorrow, and from time to time, he will be very self-willed and make his brothers around him lower their voices when they hit sandbags when they memorize violently——

How could it be possible to be quieter when punching sandbags.

Thinking of this, Xiao Mo suddenly sneered.

It made Huo Zhen behind him bewildered.

The man stood at the door of the martial arts hall for a while, and was about to lift his foot to walk in. At this moment, he heard a very familiar voice behind them——

"Ah Zhen, what are you doing here?"

Huo Zhen turned around and looked at the old man carrying a few plastic bags dissatisfiedly looking at him without any surprise, so he also missed the moment when the old man made a sound, the slender black-haired man who turned his back to him The voice suddenly vibrated to an unconcealable degree——

Xiao Mo turned around slowly, looking at the old man standing in front of Huo Zhen and him.

It was still the old man's silk Tang suit he was used to. He was carrying some crucian carp, some fresh tofu and a handful of green onions. He looked like he had just returned from the vegetable market. The hand that was not carrying anything was behind his back, the old man Standing there with the light behind him, Xiao Mo couldn't see his expression clearly. The vague silhouette actually made this old man who was always walking vigorously and vigorously look like an old man who had grown old. rickets.

Xiao Mo remembered that when he left, the old man shouldn't be like this.

There shouldn't be as many gray hairs on the hair as there are now.

[Stinky boy, I'm going to be so worried about you—take it with tweezers, see, there's another white hair! 】【Okay, master, white hair is getting more and more, if you take it, you will die! 】【——You curse me old!You curse me old! 】

[Ouch——oh, how old are you—well, don’t hit——damn, there are old people like you!It's disrespectful! 】【—— Knowing idioms is amazing!Knowing idioms is amazing! 】

[Okay, don't hit me, I'm going to be beaten to death by you! 】

The corners of his eyes felt numb and hot as if someone had rubbed a spoonful of chili oil on them. The corners of Xiao Mo's lips twitched. After responding, Huo Zhen obediently bent down to take over the dishes that were nothing to him but suddenly one size smaller. He held those plastic bags in his hand, with a naive smile on his face.

Xiao Mo was stunned for a moment, the raised hand naturally changed direction and touched the tip of his nose, then suddenly remembered that the person who called "Ah Zhen" didn't seem to be himself.

"Politeness being bitten by a dog?" Apparently, he had noticed the strange black-haired man in front of him, and the old man squinted at his senior apprentice with his beard blowing, "I don't want to introduce you yet!"

"Oh oh oh," Huo Zhen patted the back of his head as if he had realized it now, "Master, this is Mr. Xiao Mo Xiao, the one who often appears on TV and newspapers—"

"I read more news than you take brain supplements, and I don't look like I'm talking to dementia!"

The old man raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, talking like a machine gun, he pushed Huo Zhen away - just such a casual kick made this bear-like strong man stagger, but when he came to Xiao Mo , Those movements suddenly restrained again... The old man was slightly shorter than Xiao Mo, but when he raised his eyelids to look at Xiao Mo, he looked neither humble nor overbearing: "What is the importance of such a noble person as Mr. Xiao coming to the humble house?"

The old man has never liked the underworld very much, so the barbed tone in this kind of words is simply too normal. Xiao Mo didn't feel sad, but felt a little bit dumbfounded - it was because of this that the martial arts gym could never find anyone to sponsor him. So miserable.

Xiao Mo opened his mouth and was about to answer, but at this moment, Huo Zhen, who was behind him, inserted forcefully with a face full of horror: "Master, Mr. Xiao is a friend of the younger brother, and he came to Hong Kong this time to see him—don't you It looks like this!"

The old man was silent, as if he had tried hard to digest the word "junior brother", and when he raised his head to look at Xiao Mo, he had a strange expression on his face: "That brat's friend?"

Xiao Modan smiled painfully.

Because the expression of the stubborn old man in front of him looks like he wants to dig him out of the grave and beat him up——

The reason is probably: How dare you make friends with the society!

Xiao Mo had no choice but to recite his purpose of coming to Hong Kong again in a calm tone. When it came to the final investment project, he clearly saw the vigilance in the old man's eyes...

"Mr. Xiao, we Zhenglin Martial Art Museum have no interests for you."

I don't even think about your point of view. They are obviously facing the danger of bankruptcy. It's rare for someone to take advantage of you and send them to your door. It won't matter if you are more polite.Sighing helplessly in his heart, the man unconsciously raised his hand and squeezed his earlobe, pretending to smile modestly: "It's just a hobby, I was also very interested in boxing when I was young—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he got a strange look.

Xiao Mo paused, thinking about his figure and his current sick-like appearance, it seems that it is really not suitable to say this sentence, so he hurriedly said: "Later, I met Yuan Zhen and knew that he was a boxer. I was very envious, so we became good friends, and this time I came to visit him in Hong Kong, I really hope I can help him a little bit."

The old man thought for a while, and couldn't help but think that the current predicament was really inappropriate for him to be arrogant—after all, if the martial arts hall really closed, he, a lonely old man, would not care, but the entire martial arts hall would face the danger of losing their jobs.

Originally, the current boxing market is not very prosperous. It is really difficult for a master like this who came out of other martial arts halfway to find a new home.

That brat's friend...

After the old man figured it out, he led the black-haired man in front of him into the martial arts hall. The old wooden floor creaked under his feet. Looking at the old man walking fast with his hands behind his back, it was probably because It's really rainy and the legs and feet are bad, and the old man showed not so obvious traces of one deep foot and one shallow foot. Xiao Mo, who was following behind him, was moved in his heart, and suddenly said: "I don't have any other requirements, just..."

Seeing that the old man who was walking in front paused, he turned around.

Xiao Mo smiled: "I just hope that your martial arts school can keep me for lunch."

Just want to drink another bowl of fish soup that you made yourself.

That's it.