Faced with Lin Kun's fierce threat, I murmured for a few words and began to lower my head to change my clothes.

A black shirt, a black suit, a Gucci belt and a regular brown leather shoes were all the outfits he prepared for me.

After changing my clothes quickly, I muttered a little dissatisfied: "Master, you have to give me a whole pair of shorts and socks, even if you have a thong, I can't help but put my pants in such a straightforward way."

"I forgot." Lin Kun shrugged his neck expressionlessly.

After packing up, I pulled the car door and crawled in, leaned on the comfortable back of the chair, and I breathed comfortably. The tempering that I was not as good as death for several days made me exhausted physically and mentally.

Lin Kun took out a bag of vacuum-packed beef and a bottle of drink I had never seen before and threw it to me.

"Long live Master!" I was more happy than the New Year. I opened the packaging and started to stuff it into my mouth voraciously.

After eating and drinking, he threw me a big headphone and eye mask as he did when he came and said, "Don't you know what to do?"

"I know." I smacked my lips and put two outfits on my head.

Actually, I don’t need these things to help. My only idea now is to have a comfortable sleep. My spirit has been tense these two days, and even if I rest, I will be on a alert state anytime and anywhere. Now I am finally safe. The feeling of fatigue like a tide hits me instantly. After a while, I fell asleep.

This sleep was both down-to-earth and hard. In my dream, I seemed to be back in the jungle and ran and galloping. In order to fill my stomach, I climbed trees and sucked fish, but also followed the way of heaven to catch snakes and dig the rat's nest. I ate half-cooked rotten meat and drank fishy streams.

I don’t know how long it took for me to stare. I was pushed to my heart by Lin Kun and looked around in a daze.

It was already bright outside the car window, and we seemed to have come to a courtyard. Looking at the few dry willows and ginkgo trees outside, I immediately shuddered and murmured in horror: "Master, you might have made a circle and sent me back to the jungle again?"

"Get out!" He was too lazy to explain to me, and shook his head.

After getting off the bus, I stepped on the cement-solid ground and breathed a sigh of relief. There was no cement in the jungle, and the dry willows and ginkgos do not seem to be products of the tropical rainforest.

Lin Kun glanced at me and told me: "Let me talk less and ask less later, listen more and watch more. The person I want to meet has a worse temper than me. Do you understand?"

"Remember." I hurriedly pointed my head, and my eyes were still observing the surroundings.

This place seems to be a garden-style hotel. Although there are not many people, the decoration is very grand. Several not-high but very exquisite loft-style buildings are arranged in various corners of the courtyard, with red walls and green tiles and red buildings. However, the temperature is obviously much lower. I guess I should have returned to the north.

It is particularly comfortable to step on the pebbly pavement.

Lin Kun took me around several times and then came to the front of an artificial lake.

Sitting by the lake was a man wearing a gray security suit and a pigtail with a pigtail on his back.

The man squatted on a small stool, with his waist straight and a erhu on his knees. He was closing his eyes slightly and pulling an unknown song.

Lin Kun tidied up his collar and stood behind the man without interrupting it. He waited for five or six minutes until the other party stopped playing. Only then did he slightly bow his waist to the other party in a rare manner and greet him: "Brother Zhu."

The man turned his head to the side, his facial features were very ordinary, and he was not handsome or ugly. He was just an ordinary person. If he had to say that there was something else, I felt that it was his expression, which looked very stiff as if he was paralyzed.

The serious Lin Kun grinned like a child and pointed at me and introduced: "This kid just came out of purgatory. I'm afraid he would have some psychological disorder, so I'll leave it here for two days."

"Ah...ah...ah..." The man dressed in a security guard held the erhu and bow fuck with one hand, and gestured out three fingers with the other hand, stuttering his cheeks, and couldn't say a word in a complete manner for a while. Finally, he stomped his feet and responded as if he was angry: "Okay."

I secretly slandered myself in my heart, and it turned out that I was still stuttering. I didn’t know what Lin Kun could learn when I sent it here.

Lin Kun continued to speak: "I have to hurry up and go to Yunnan. The guys of Huihuang Company have been in contact with the big D owls on the border recently. You can just let him stay with you for two or three days."

"Okay." The man nodded his head.

Lin Kun bent down again politely and said, "Then I'll leave first."

The man in the security suit stood up and squirmed the corners of his mouth: "Ah...ah...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just...just."

Lin Kun waved his hand and refused: "I won't eat anymore, there's too much trouble. When I'm done, I'll come back and have a good drink with you."

When passing by me, Lin Kun whispered with a stern face: "Calm down and try to keep everything in the jungle in your heart. The most important thing is to control your emotions and not let violence and bloodthirst grow."

I rolled my eyes and defended: "I'm not violent at all."

Lin Kun ignored me and wiped my body and walked straight towards the parking direction.

When Lin Kun left, I moved forward unnaturally for two small steps, thinking about how to say hello to this "security brother".

He looked me up and down with a expressionless face, then turned his head over and put on the erhu and started to shoot again.

Qi Qilili's voice came out immediately. I could hear it very clearly this time. He played a song called "Myth" and Mr. Qian Long howled when he went to KTV.

Unlike the passion of Western musical instruments and the softness of Sheng and Xiao, the erhu thing, no matter what song it plays, it can give people a feeling of sadness from the bottom of their hearts.

I remember when I was a child, there was an old man in our alley who liked to play the erhu very much. At that time, Qian Long and Yang Chen, I squatted beside the old man and listened without any trouble. So many years have passed in a flash. If I hadn't seen the erhu again, I wouldn't have realized that I had grown from a child to a young man without knowing it.

The security guard's big brother Lahu is not very high-level. At least I don't sound as smooth as the old man when I was a child, but it seems that there is a magical magic that makes my mood inexplicably stable.

The wailing sound spread throughout the courtyard, and I bit my mouth and listened.

There are many dusty past events in my mind. I remember the first girlfriend I talked about when I was studying. I remember the scene of Qian Long and Yang Chen fighting with people in Internet cafes. I remember the scene when I first entered Chong City. I was sweating profusely and gave the lady, drinking big green sticks, and Ang Tian shouted at us. I remember the scene of the dry and thin Wang Ying wearing the costume of a doll bear and walking in the bar street to hand out flyers to others. I remember the scene of Jiang Jingya who always looked forward to waiting for me to go home.

Two lines of turbid tears slowly slid down my cheeks.

I rubbed the door of the face, murmured in a very low voice: "I miss home, miss them, and miss her."

The security guard in front of me seemed to have not heard it, and continued to gently pull the strings, and the ups and downs lingered in my ears.

I have never known whether I am a good person or a bad person, but listening to his songs, I feel full of the wrong things I have done before, I am sorry.

A few minutes later, after a song, I was already in tears.

He sniffed, looked back at me, and a hint of inquiry was written in his dull eyes.

I wiped the corners of my eyes with my sleeves, walked behind him, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, can you teach me how to rahu?"

He stroked his nose and asked me, "Ah...ah...what are you calling me?"

"My name is Wang Lang, the king of the king, the king of the world." I replied in a low voice.

"Oh." He nodded, continued to put on the string, and nodded at me, "Let me listen to another song."

"Okay!" I nodded vigorously and said, "Brother, I have a small request. Can I play a song that is not sad?"

He continued to stutter: "If the heart is facing the sun, there is no fearlessness and sorrow."

When I heard his words, I was stunned. He squeezed out a smile with a stiff expression and started playing again.

I curled my body like a primary school apprentice and watched carefully how he bent.

The melodious and sad melody once again came from the small erudite...
Chapter completed!