A few minutes later, Bai Laoqi finished sending a text message, looked at me with his head and asked with a smile: "Are you hungry?"

"It's really a little bit." I touched my shriveled belly and laughed dryly.

"Wait, I'll go cook!" Bai Laoqi took off the old suit on his body, which was covered with a red chicken-heart-collared vest and a checkered shirt. This outfit is comparable to my dad. It's not fashionable or rustic. Anyway, I always feel out of place with the atmosphere of a big city.

When I walked into the kitchen of the cottage, I saw some vegetables neatly placing them on the cabinets. Two pieces of pork swinging in the wind hung outside the window. Bai Laoqizai carefully washed his hands, then began to pick vegetables and cut meat.

I asked with great interest: "Brother Bai, do you still know how to cook?"

Bai Laoqi's expression slightly darkened, and his muscles twitched twice. "Before entering, my wife and I had the biggest dream to open a home-cooked restaurant in the town. She especially likes to eat the dishes I cook."

When I heard his words, I didn't know how to respond for a while, so I whined "Oh".

Bai Laoqi's knife skills were very good. After cutting a whole piece of meat into shredded meat with even thickness a few times, he asked me in a deep voice: "You are not in the hospital to keep it well, why do you want to do if you run out secretly?"

My half-true answer: "I miss homesick, come back and find some money for the New Year."

"You shouldn't be short of money when you build such a big store, right?" Bai Laoqi looked at me in shock. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed and said, "But there is nothing impossible. The old people often say that life is good and life is sad, and the end of the year is sad!"

I agreed with my wry smile: "Well, it's the Chinese New Year, everything is like a tribulation, and you can see it too. I run such a big store, and my brothers are still bullied like dogs, and there is no way."

"The water-melted catfish is big, and the water-clear dragon is the king." Bai Laoqi sneered with a glowing word: "It's just that in this good year, the powerful playboys in the family are fierce and evil. Thirty years ago, they dared to bare their hair and had been beaten to death long ago!"

I leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and asked tentatively: "Where are you Brother Bai? What are your plans next?"

"Survival first." Bai Laoqi paused, took a deep breath and said, "I'm sending you a favor. Wait for a while and solve some difficult things for you. Then I will walk directly to the northwest city. I remember when I entered, the news broadcast was talking about the Western Development every day. Now it seems that it should have developed too."

"Actually, it's the same wherever you go now." I licked my lips and said, "If you don't believe me, go back to my hometown and see, it will definitely change with each passing day."

"I won't go back, I will never go back in my life." Bai Laoqi seemed to suddenly remember something disgusting, waved at me irritably and said, "You go out and wait, I don't like to talk when cooking."

Without waiting for me to continue to explain anything, Bai Laoqi pushed me out and closed the kitchen door with a "bang".

Walking back to the hall, I sat on Bai Laoqi's single bed with a wry smile. Suddenly, I saw a worn-out book of the Book of Songs on his pillow.

I remember when I was in the chicken shed, Bai Laoqi liked to flip books when he was fine. Unexpectedly, he finally ran out and brought out this thing. I picked it up and gently flipped two pages. Then I realized that his book was actually hand-written.

The handwritten handwriting is very beautiful. Although it is not a master's style, it makes people feel very happy to see it. You can tell at a glance that it must have been written by a woman. It may have been turned over too many times. Several pages of paper have been broken and have been glued together with transparent tape, and many of the words have been blurred.

I turned back to the first page and gently muttered the poem above: "Picking Wei Wei, Wei also writes to stop. He said he was back and said he was back, and the year was not stopped..."

At this moment, Bai Laoqi pulled open the kitchen door and asked me softly: "Wang Lang, can you eat spicy food? I'll give you a whole plate of repot meat..."

When I saw me holding his "Book of Songs", Bai Laoqi's voice stopped abruptly, and rushed out with a steadily, staring at his eyes, and shouting like an angry tiger: "Don't let it go!"

"Brother Bai, this is..."

Before I could react, he raised his elbow forward and hit my eye sockets with a "bang". I covered my eye sockets with pain, and the book in my hand fell to the ground. Bai Laoqi hurriedly picked it up, blew the dust on the cover like a treasure, and then stuffed it into his arms.

I covered my eyes that kept crying, straightened my back and cursed in anger: "Fuck, are you sick!"

"We can do whatever we do, don't touch my book." Bai Laoqi pursed his lips and pointed at me with a cold expression, scolding: "This is the first time. I don't care about you. If I dare to touch my things, I will chop off your hands!"

Seeing his fierce look, I squirmed at the corner of my mouth and whispered: "Isn't it just a broken book?"

Bai Laoqi took a few deep breaths, turned around and walked into the kitchen: "I don't want to explain to you that there is cigarettes under the coffee table and wine on the shoe rack at the door. Wash your hands and prepare for dinner."

A few minutes later, a few plates of steaming home-cooked dishes were placed on the coffee table. I muttered hatefully, "Bai Laoqi, you are such a dog-faced person. Just our relationship. If you have any questions, just tell me. As for whether to do it?"

"The rest of the things are easy to discuss, but no one can touch the things left by Caiwei." Bai Laoqi grabbed the wine bottle, poured half a glass of wine into two disposable squid glasses, and then raised the glass to smile at me: "Come on, I wish you to celebrate my first meal after the disaster."

Looking at the smile on the corner of his mouth, I took a deep breath and whispered: "Dog face!"

Before I met Bai Laoqi, I thought "turning against each other faster than turning a book", it was just an adjective. After I met him, I realized that this sentence was definitely a verb. This guy was moody and casual than a child's diarrhea. The previous second may be laughing at you with the wind and the sun, and the next second, he would be able to swing his arm in a storm and slash.

After half a glass of wine, Bai Laoqi's cheeks suddenly turned red, and he said with a long sigh: "Wang Lang, to be honest, I am grateful to you, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life. If I hadn't been for your help, I might have finished my life a few days ago."

I squinted my eyes and turned a blind eye to my lips, "Tsk, thank me? So you can just quarrel with me."

Bai Laoqi raised his glass to a cow and drank it again, took out the Book of Songs from his arms, and sighed with emotion: "This book is the only thing my wife left to me. Apart from these pages, there is no trace of her existence in this world."

After I was stunned for a few seconds, I asked him softly: "Is my sister-in-law's name Caiwei?"

"Yes." Bai Laoqi grabbed the bottle of wine, added half a glass of wine to himself again, raised his head and stuffed the book into his mouth, and put it in his arms again, revealing a difficult-to-describe frustration expression: "She is not educated, so she has been studying in elementary school for a few days in total. These words were written down by her strokes in the book. At that time, we agreed that when she has money in the future, I will send her to her own university, but the result is...

Halfway through his words, Bai Laoqi's eyes suddenly turned red.

Looking at this extremely complicated guy, I hesitated for a while, then stretched my hand and patted his back to comfort me: "Brother Bai, don't think about the past. Sister-in-law doesn't want to see you feel uncomfortable in the spirit of heaven. Since I finally lived a life, then we will spend the rest of our life happily."

It is true that Bai Laoqi is definitely not a good person, and he can even be said to be a gangster who is extremely guilty. He can ignore the lives of others for his own selfish desires, or slaughter a whole building for revenge, but in the final analysis, he also has something he cares about in his heart.

This kind of person is both a demon and an angel, a devil in the eyes of strangers, and a god in the hearts of relatives.

"Well, drink and drink." Bai Laoqi gently wiped the cheek with the back of his hand, and squeezed out a smile and said, "Brother, we will go out for a walk together tomorrow. If you want to make money, it will definitely not work if you wander around aimlessly. I'll take you to a place."

I asked curiously: "What? What did you find?"

Bai Laoqi nodded his head and said, "Well, a while ago, I met a child with a bloody smell. I followed him for a day and found that the small workshop for making guns in our home can make some money from that workshop."

"What does the smell of blood mean?" I asked in confusion.

"How do you describe it to you?" Bai Laoqi raised his head and thought for a few seconds: "Anyone with a murder on his body is particularly sensitive to the smell of blood. It is a bit mysterious that the body that has killed people has more or less murderous aura. Ordinary people can't feel this kind of thing. Only the same kind of people can perceive it. If you say it is too profound, you don't understand it. You need to taste it slowly and drink it by yourself."

After three rounds of drinking, we were both a little drunk.

I lay on the sofa and muttered: "Brother Bai, what do you think life is?"
Chapter completed!