It was almost eleven o'clock, and Li Yong and Zhao Xiaoming had already come out of Wang Meng's memorial ceremony. The reason for Wang Meng's death was very simple - he accidentally tripped over the steps while going up the stairs, suffered a head injury, and unfortunately died on the spot.

It is very normal, a very common way of accidental death, the elderly fall down when going up the stairs due to inconvenience of their legs and feet, resulting in a head injury, and unfortunately pass away, it is very normal and ordinary. It's very reasonable and logical, but in Wang Meng's case, it happened on the small steps at the entrance of the supermarket, which seemed very ridiculous, as if there was some big conspiracy inside.

However, according to the surveillance of the supermarket, as well as the scars on Wang Meng's head. It was indeed an accidental death, yes.

A master who is not known to outsiders, but in the way of the sword, in the ancient martial arts world, is not because he died because of a swordsmanship argument when he was older, nor did he die because he fought against invasion and defended the world. It's just a drunken old man who slipped on the soles of his feet when he went up the stairs in order to buy alcohol in the supermarket downstairs after drinking late at night, and then died tragically on the spot.

It's tragic, it's bizarre, it's dreamy, it's realistic.

It's so easy, and it's dead.

Li Yong and Zhao Xiaoming sat on the bench face to face, looking at the spicy and exciting Xiaoyao Hu spicy soup in front of them, but they couldn't raise half of their appetite.

Yes, the one Li Yong and Zhao Xiaoming met on the high-speed train was Wang Meng's only daughter, Wang Meng, who was in his sixties, actually had a daughter who was less than twenty years old. Although Wang Meng is one of the four saints, those who are familiar with him know that Wang Meng does not have the appearance that everyone should have in his impression of a "saint", no immortal wind bones, and no immortal appearance who does not eat fireworks in the world.

Just an ordinary old man. The gray hair has not been beautifully turned into silver hair, but due to age, the proportion of white is getting larger and larger, and Wang Meng's hair began to turn gray when he was in his thirties. When he was forty years old, Wang Meng, who had watched the process of turning gray little by little in the first ten years, made an inference and predicted that his hair would turn gray completely within ten years. When he was fifty years old, the degree of gray hair was still the same as when he was forty years old, Wang Meng explained, thinking that it was a change in his mentality, the improvement of his kendo, and the fact that he was psychologically young, and his body was naturally younger, and his hair color was just an external manifestation of his body's continued youth. When I was sixty years old, my hair was still the same as it was twenty years ago, black and white.

There is no pattern to speak of. So Wang Meng came to the conclusion again: Don't try to sum up life, because the world is impermanent.

It's a world of impermanence.

"Why don't you eat it?" Wang Mengmeng, who had already drunk two bowls of Xiaoyao Hu spicy soup, said, "This Xiaoyao Hu spicy soup, I often came to the school opposite, it tastes very good, and I will taste it again today." ”

"You can't just wear more clothes. Li Yong was cold, and came to such a sentence. Indeed, Wang Mengmeng is still the same as when Li Yong first saw her, and she is still so cool. "You are Wang Meng's daughter, you can't dress like this. ”

"I can dress whatever I want, and it has nothing to do with Wang Meng. I don't know why, Wang Mengmeng's tone is very bad, and she seems to be very unkind to see Wang Meng.

When communicating with people, the most important part is not actually the content of the conversation, but the emotion, the emotion is right, the impossible thing can be negotiated, the emotion is wrong, the original normal conversation content may turn into a quarrel.

But Li Yong didn't care about anything today, "Now that I'm in charge, you have to listen to me." Without warning, the obscene and stingy Li Yong turned into an impudent tyrant.

"Now you are not strong enough, and you can't use the identity of the head of the house, now you are a walker, don't spread your anger on me. Wang Mengmeng became more and more angry.

Li Yong has now become the new leader, but due to his low strength, he cannot directly take over as the leader, so he can only use his walking identity to continue to stay in the East China Sea and enter the WTO to practice.

"It's okay with this, you have to wear a little more. ”

"Everybody wears it like that, what's wrong with me. ”

"I don't see that even if everybody is dressed like that, you can't. That's it. Li Yong said undoubtedly.

"Master Li is mighty. Zhao Xiaoming joked, it seems that he doesn't take Li Yong's current identity seriously.

Li Yong was silent and bowed his head to eat.

"I want a spicy soup and half a cage of beef buns. At this time, a middle-aged man with a girl dressed in fancy clothes sat down at the table opposite Li Yong.

The man's face was tired, but he still tried to keep smiling, his eyes sunken, and his skin was rough. The man wore a poor-quality gray suit that didn't fit well, a pinstriped shirt that obviously didn't fit well, black bootleg trousers, a belt of unknown brand, and black leather shoes of dull color, and I don't know if it was real leather. The man's clothes were very old, but it was obvious that he had made great efforts to make the clothes fit as well as possible, but the shoulder pad on his left shoulder was obviously a little collapsed.

On the other hand, the girl, white and tender, seems to be wearing light makeup, has straight and smooth hair to the back, wears grass green short sleeves, bright red brand-name sweatshirt, big brand logo, and wears a blue JK-style short skirt on the lower body, because she is sitting, revealing half of her white and tender thighs, long pink socks covering her slender calves, and a pair of retro white dad shoes.

"Yuanyuan, you eat more. The man pushed the spicy soup in the direction of the girl again, "You are thin again, you are still growing your body now, don't care about others, now is not the time to keep in shape, good health is the best." The girl didn't move, and the man took out a pair of chopsticks from the tube on the table, and seemed to feel that the chopsticks on the table were not very clean, "Yuanyuan, you wait." After saying this, the man trotted to the restaurant, took a pair of disposable chopsticks, unpacked them and handed them to the girl.

"You use this clip bun. ”

The girl finally moved, picked up the iron spoon from the spicy soup, and began to drink it in small sips. After a few sips, the girl looked up and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I ate in the morning, I usually eat at two or three o'clock at noon, and I can't eat it now. The man explained. But where is the need for such a detailed explanation?

When the girl heard the man's words, she didn't answer, and continued to drink the spicy soup with her head down.

"Yuanyuan, you also ate the buns, this is beef, the buns are very good. The man continued to smile at the girl.

The girl had already entered the school, and the man had not left. After a long while, he retracted the smile on his face, sighed, turned to the street stall, bought a dry biscuit, and ate it without drinking water or anything.

Li Yong, Zhao Xiaoming and Wang Mengmeng witnessed everything and roughly understood the relationship between men and girls.

"No matter what unpleasant things have happened between you and your father, you must know that the master must love you. Li Yong said to Wang Mengmeng.