The Little Tailor and the Great Warlord

59.

The little warlord was wronged. When he was single in the early years, he had a crush on Qing Niang, an oiran lady in the city.

Which boy does not have a spring, which bachelor does not masturbate?

I've been single for almost thirty years, and it's normal to have someone like that.

But it's also a dog, just yesterday, when he used to think day and night that people really nestled in his arms and coquettishly acted coquettishly, and made a toast, he flinched.

60.

In fact, Qing Niang also panicked because she was invincible in the Fengyue field, but she lost a lot of face last night.

She never expected that the anxious-looking brash man would be so calm, even if she tried all kinds of kung fu, he didn't respond at all.

The little warlord who was full of thoughts about his brother-in-law even dragged her to talk about homework after he was drunk, calling him sister-in-law one by one, nagging about the pain in his heart.

Why is Lao Tzu so kind to you, you dare to use scissors to break Lao Tzu's roots...

I won't go looking for you, I'll see how tough you are...

I must not be subdued, let your son of a bitch step on my head...

In the end, the little warlord who couldn't find anything to say suddenly let out a runny nose and howled. If he was dying, he wanted to find his brother-in-law, and no one was allowed to follow.

61.

As soon as the words came out, both of them froze.

The little tailor looked at the blushing little warlord with a thick neck in astonishment. He couldn't find his voice for a long time. He coughed awkwardly and withdrew his hand. He wanted to say something but couldn't.

However, this action of his did not know which nerve stimulated the little warlord. He looked at the way the little tailor shrank back with his hands in his hands, and suddenly became angry for some reason.

Pulling his sleeves, he didn't even have time to pick up the military uniform that fell on the ground, and the little warlord ran away as if his butt was on fire.

And the little tailor didn't come back to his senses, he just stared at him and left in such a daze, without even saying a word to reprimand or persuade him to stay.

62.

After he came back, the little warlord felt that he was bewildered. How could he be so cheap and sell himself like that?

And not only did he say something wrong this time, he also did something wrong the night before.

Thinking of the bruise on the little tailor's neck, he felt a little guilty for no reason.

The little warlord felt that his brother-in-law was definitely in a hurry this time, and he might even refuse to recognize him as his brother-in-law.

63.

But he never expected that three days later, the little tailor who had never approached him would come to visit him.

Seeing the neatly ironed military jacket in the arms of the little tailor, even the broken buttons were sewn on, the little warlord was speechless for a moment.

It wasn't until the little tailor called out to him softly that he seemed to come back to his senses and asked cautiously, "Then you...then are you still willing to be my brother-in-law?"

64.

The little tailor was a little stunned, looking at the little warlord who had cyan beard sprouting in just three days, with a tired face but sincere eyes, looking at him with boundless hope and anticipation, and nodded slightly: "Well, I still recognize it."

"Aw!!!" ヾ(o)ヾ

The little warlord didn't know how to express his emotions for a while, so he howled like a wolf, and almost ran around in the huge yard in excitement.

The little tailor couldn't help but squinted his eyes when he saw the little warlord smiling stupidly at him.

65.

At this time, the little warlord still hadn't figured out why he was so happy to be recognized by the little tailor?

Why is it that the young lady who used to think about it day and night has become a past tense and can no longer arouse any interest?

Why did that little sister who had never wiped her face become the only hope in his heart.

But fortunately, he wasn't really that stupid. At least after this time, he understood that the little tailor was different from those scattered people.

As for what is different, it is not enough for outsiders to know.

66.

In any case, after such a quarrel, the relationship between the two can be regarded as a qualitative breakthrough.

The most obvious change is that every time the little warlord goes to the shop to find someone, the little tailor will no longer give him a cold look and treat him like an idiot.

Sometimes the little tailor even took the initiative to talk to him when he was free, asking him about the past and telling about his own experience.

And the little warlord would sit by the side and watch the little tailor work, listening quietly, occasionally reaching out to help pass something or something.

67.

The little warlord didn't know what was wrong with him, he obviously couldn't calm down, but when he looked at the little tailor, he always hoped that the time would slow down, and slow down again.

The short words of those parents have no meaning when they are spoken by the tailor. Listening to the soft and sticky Jiangnan voice babbling about some past events, he thinks it is more beautiful than the stories in the dam.

Occasionally, he would ask someone to buy some novel fabrics and hand them over to the little tailor to make some clothes for him.

And the little tailor will always respond, carefully study the use of the fabric, and tailor a set of the most suitable clothes for him.

68.

The years are quiet and the water flows long. If there is no war and chaos, maybe they will continue like this forever.

Unfortunately, God did not wish.

In the early spring of this year, when the green grass was just sprouting buds, a sharp air defense siren broke the tranquility of the small town where they lived.

69.

The day before the alarm, the little tailor followed the little warlord to the cottage where he had to base, and got down the pile of treasured books from the Three Kingdoms series.

It was not long before the beginning of spring and the weather was still slightly cold. The little tailor sat on the pile of books behind the bullock cart and looked at the bare tree branches around him, while chatting with the little warlord.

It's nothing more than some trivial things that the parents say, but the two chatted with great interest.

The little tailor asked: "When the weather gets hot, why don't we go to the cottage to escape the heat?"

The little warlord happily responded: "Yes, I'm afraid you won't be used to living here, and you'll be bored on the mountain."

The little tailor smiled and said, "There's nothing boring or boring. It's enough to survive in this troubled world. Wherever you have time, you can care about what's boring or not. There's always something to do throughout the day. But you..."

The little tailor paused for a moment, then turned his head and said seriously: "I heard that the north side is not peaceful recently, it seems... that there is going to be a fight again."

70.

After the words fell, both of them were a little sad.

The little warlord who was not used to beardless grabbed the back of his head and smiled innocently: "It's okay, that's because the gods fight and can't get in our way. When the sky falls, tall people will stand up to it."

The tall one naturally refers to himself. Since the relationship between the two has improved, the little warlord has protected the little tailor under his command.

Everyone in the small town knew that the owner of the tailor shop next to the city gate was lucky, because the clothes were so well made that he was favored by the new military master.

The local hooligans who had gone to trouble before would take a detour when they saw the shop, and the life of the little tailor became much easier for a while.

But so what?

71.

People in troubled times are not as good as Taiping dogs. They are living well now. The little warlord is still a small official with real power and can protect his officials, but what if there is a real fight?

And it is true that the little warlord said he would help the little tailor find his relatives.

The little warlord really searched around seriously, but it's a pity that the war in the north has extended to the south, and the people he asked for information never returned.

72.

The little tailor pursed his lips and didn't know what he thought of, so he didn't answer for a long time.

Just when the little warlord scratched his head and thought he had said something wrong, he suddenly said: "You can't say that, anyway... you just have to pay attention to yourself. Only by living can you have hope. Now...you can be considered a married man." You have to be more careful in the future, and you can't always rush to the front in a daze. You have to, you have to... Pay more attention to yourself, don't you?"

Some time ago, the little warlord took a few generals under his command to wipe out the unidentified bases and the injuries were still vivid in his memory. When the little tailor thought of the deep bone wounds at that time, he panicked in his heart.

Joke or not, the little warlord is now his only... family.

No matter how good or bad this person is, what should he do?

He really couldn't bear the hurt of life and death.

73.

"It's nothing..." The little warlord sounded a little awkward, and just wanted to perfunctory, when he looked up, he saw the little tailor's concerned eyes.

For some reason, the little warlord's heart felt warm, and his eyes felt a little hot.

After his parents passed away, and he took over the mountains to protect a few juniors, no one said these words to him again.

Others think that he is tall and powerful, but no one knows that he is also vulnerable and wants to be cared for at times.

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes secretly, the little warlord promised: "Understood, I will pay more attention to it in the future. Brother-in-law, don't worry, I also promised to help you find a girl, absolutely nothing will happen."

74.

The little tailor was amused by the angry brother-in-law, and burst out laughing.

What worries and sorrows, being teased by the stupid big man, they all ran away.

Humming and laughing, the little tailor said: "That's a good deal. Before you help me find my sister, you must have nothing to do."

The little warlord happily agreed, almost swearing.

But the little warlord never expected that he had never sworn any oath in his life, and he broke his promise the next day.

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