Chapter 1065 If you can kill, you can kill!

In the room. Needle drops can be heard.

The old man in the rocking chair closed his eyes peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep, and as if he was contemplating. Even Wan Hai, who has followed him for most of his life, can't figure out whether the old man is asleep or not.

But Wan Hai didn't think it was strange at all, if the old man could be seen through by himself. How can it be a master?

It's definitely an almost blind worship. And in this world, Wan Hai only worships such a man. Even Boss Bai back then only scared Wan Hai. And not worship.

Speaking of the white boss who could be as famous as the Empress of Yanjing back then, it can really be said that he has changed color.

How many years?

Yanjing has not produced a character like Boss Bai for a long time.

Rao is Han Zhenbei, the number one grassroots hero in Yanjing, and he can't compete with Boss Bai in terms of being deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

As early as the era when Boss Bai dominated the civil and military forces, the Bai family had a chance to break the deadlock. Even a great possibility!

But the untimely death of Boss Bai led to Yanjing's three-legged and even four-legged situation today.

Old Man Bai was evaluated by the old lady of the Xue family as too evil. Doing things often goes off the rails. This is not a random judgment at all, but it has been observed for more than half a century.

Old Man Bai's evil is something that makes Old Lady Xue extremely uneasy!

Creak.

The rocking chair shook suddenly. Old Man Bai opened his eyes without warning, and was so calm that he glanced at Wan Hai like a dead man.

With just one glance, Wan Hai was like an electric shock. The waist involuntarily bent slightly, and the head hung silently.

The old man opened his eyes, and even though he was half-open and half-closed, he seemed to lack the spirit to open his eyes. I don't know how long he was silent, but he finally spoke: "Now, how many things are in a hurry to do?" ”

"Three." Wan Hai reported the three things one by one.

"Pick any one." Old Man Bai said lightly.

"W-is that?" Wan Hai asked.

"The easiest and most convenient one." Old Man Bai said.

Wan Hai was stunned.

Among these three things, the old man actually plans to do the easiest and most convenient one?

This is so out of the style of the old man!

Even-Wan Hai smelled something unusual!

But Wan Hai never dared to go beyond the old man's thoughts, since the old man decided to do so, he would naturally do so.

Somehow, Wan Hai seemed to be out of the way, and asked cautiously, "What about Lin Ze?" ”

"If you can, you can kill." Old lady Bai slowly closed her eyes and said indifferently. "Let's get out."

"Yes, sir—"

Wan Hai lowered his head slightly and left the room.

As soon as Wan Hai left, the old man reopened his eyes.

This time, he not only opened his eyes, but also stood up with the handrail!

Yes. The old man, who never stood up in front of outsiders, stood up. His body was as big as an iron tower. If someone stands in front of him, the difference in size alone will give people a strong sense of suffocation. Not to mention the domineering aura on his body!

His tall body, which was so tall that he looked up, moved slowly. I came to a small wooden cabinet.

The wooden cabinet is so simple that it doesn't look like it's true. But this wooden cabinet will always stay in the sight of the old lady Bai. Never left half a step.

Old Man Bai opened the folding door of the wooden cabinet, and a faint fragrance rushed to his face.

There is a picture in the wooden cabinet. The man in the photo is handsome and majestic. is much more temperamental than Han Zhenbei's grassroots beautiful man. The background of the photo is black and white. Obviously, this is a posthumous photo. The old man Bai's eyes containing thousands of things stared silently at the man in the photo for a while. He put it down and picked up a red rope next to the photo.

The red rope is the most common place to pray to the gods and worship the Buddha. If you buy it, it's a dollar. It's cheap. But this cheap and simple red rope has been kept by Old Man Bai for decades. At this moment, a faint warm color appeared on his ancient face, and he picked up the red rope and tied it to his folded arm. Rub gently with your hands.

"My son."

The old man's eyes were red.

Then, he walked back to his rocking chair with a brisk step. Lie down slowly.

Raising his left arm, his bloodshot eyes stared at the red rope on his arm, and muttered, "Dad misses you so much." ”

There is a famous saying in Huaxia. Intergenerational parenting.

But this sentence is not reflected in Old Man Bai.

Generation-skipping?

No. His favorite is his son. The white boss in Yanjing's mouth.

White Twelve?

He never denied his love for his own grandson. But how can he compare it to his son?

After so many years, it was extremely difficult for Bai Twelve to see him. It needs to be reported by Wanhai. Even if it's a reunion dinner on Chinese New Year's Eve. He never eats with Bai Twelve.

I don't see it because I don't want to see it. I don't want to see it, because when I see Bai Twelve, I will think of Boss Bai.

Even if this grandson is not like himself at all, nor does he look like his own son. Whether it's personality or appearance. But a grandson is a grandson, and once he sees Bai Twelve, he thinks of his son. When he thought of his son, he had a lot of thoughts in his heart, and it was difficult to calm down.

He's old.

He had to be calm enough to live longer. to do more.

Sometimes, he even asks himself whether he loves his grandson or not.

Love? Don't love?

Sometimes, he couldn't even tell the difference between himself.

But no matter how he can't tell the difference, he knows that his favorite will always be his son. And not that grandson!

It's not fair?

Where has the world been fair!?

"Son-Daddy will fulfill your wishes. Definitely. ”

Old Man Bai muttered to himself.

Then, the thumb of his right hand gently twitched the hidden card on the armrest.

Click.

Dark card prying.

A brown figure flashed in front of him.

This man has white hair, but he is also dressed in a strong suit.

After he appeared, he just stood silently in front of Old Man Bai. Motionless. Silent.

"Go ahead." Old Man Bai didn't even look at this seventy-year-old man, to say the least. Said lightly.

When the brown old man heard this, he turned around and left the house that had been guarded for twenty-five years.

Maybe it's unwilling, or maybe it's a little nostalgic. When the brown old man stood at the door, he couldn't help but turn his head and said in a hoarse and old tone, "Really go? ”

"Let's go." Old Man Bai said firmly.

"Okay." The brown old man's face was a little weird, and he opened the door. "I'm leaving."

As soon as the brown old man left, the old man Bai said to himself, "Son." It won't be long before you see what you want to see. This is your father's 60th birthday present. ”

~~ There are 2 more chapters later~