Listening to the old man's strong cough for attention, Tang Lang, who woke up from his contemplation, could only uphold the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young, and glanced at the old man who didn't have much of a good face five or six meters away.

A full head of gray hair is a characteristic of an old man who has at least entered his seventy years of age, but he does not tidy up his hair, and it is a bit too much to have gray hair scattered and unkempt like Einstein.

And this one, it seems that his hair has not been washed for many days.

Tang Lang, who was born in the military and has always been accustomed to tidying up personal hygiene and housekeeping, is not to say that he has a strong bad feeling for this kind of unkemptness, but he definitely doesn't have a good impression.

Even if he was clearing mines on the mountain for two days and nights, he would rinse his mouth with a small amount of water and mint leaves, and he would never make himself stink.

Then, Tang Lang's gaze shifted noncommittally, and he stayed on the big flower dog on the side of the raunchy old man for more than 2 seconds.

The big flower dog is not only a black and white coat color, which makes Tang Lang feel like a national treasure in his memory, but its huge size makes Tang Lang amazed, it is definitely not a traditional breed on the ancient blue star.

Looking at the strong muscles hidden under the thick hair, and the big mouth that may have yawned lazily and exposed its sharp teeth because of the sun, Tang Lang even had reason to believe that this guy could even fight with a cougar, which was definitely a good guard dog.

Tang Lang's attitude of looking at dogs more than people made the old man suddenly blow his beard and stare at him.

"Hey! Feed! What are you doing, boy? "Unpleasantly, the words are naturally not so polite.

Tang Lang looked around and made sure that there was no one else except the old man, himself and a dog, so he could only set his eyes on this old man who was obviously a little old and a little willful.

"Look, it's you, I'm asking you!" The old man asked with a grin.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't wear a uniform, Tang Lang would have thought that he was the legendary city manager.

"Here, don't let you sit?" Tang Lang replied tentatively.

"Nonsense, Lao Tzu is all sitting, why don't you sit down!" The old man pouted. "Lao Tzu just asked you what you are doing, what are you putting in your head? I've been staring at you for a long time, squatting at the door of someone's machine repair shop to see the little girl looking straight in the eye! Don't play with me with hob meat, as a citizen, you have an obligation to prevent crime. ”

"I'll go, are the hooligans getting old now?" The hob meat that suffered from the unjustified disaster roared with his fists. "Let me out and let me squirt with this old rascal!"

"Old man, I'm actually just basking in the sun here, thinking about something by the way." Tang Lang could only cry and laugh to explain to this somewhat innocent old man who was obviously destroyed by time.

"Pull it down! Through the angle of your sitting, you can clearly see the face and waist of the hard-working little girl opposite, and according to the principle of straight line propagation of light, the little girl could have seen you as a disciple when she looked up, but you took advantage of the visual contrast formed by the light spots formed by the shade of the plane tree to make the little girl look like she was just sitting alone on the hillside grass under the tree to take a leisurely rest. So that you won't throw a wrench over and smash your head, your little trick is what your uncle and I played when we were young. The old man showed a trace of disdain on his lips, and analyzed it very clearly.

Nima! It's not just that it's true that the hooligans have gotten old, but this old hooligan is also very cultured. Tang Lang looked intently at the old man of the coss science master, as if he felt that the old man had flowers on his face.

Really, his analysis was too right, although Tang Lang didn't have a heart, but he didn't really want Qiu Ruge to find herself observing her Tang Lang's subconscious was sitting on the edge of the intersection of light and dark in the shade of the tree, and the scattered spots of light were enough to make the person on the other side unable to see his face clearly.

"Uncle Ai, you're engaged in research!" Tang Lang suddenly asked.

"Then you kid has vision." The old man with an unkempt head saw Tang Lang's surprise of "You can see this", and he was still a little proud, but suddenly his face changed suddenly: "Wait, how do you know that my surname is Ai?" Could it be that what you did just now was not to look at Qiu Xiaoniu but to wait for the old man here? Is it really just to get my attention? Oops! I'll go, who are you kid? Do you know that you're in big trouble by doing this? ”

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"A hammer, Xiaobai, get him!" Seeing Tang Lang in a daze, the old man was even more convinced of his judgment, and got up and hid behind the big flower dog that Tang Lang thought was an excellent guard dog.

Tang Lang finally knew what it was like to be a "dog on the day".

Obviously, talking to this old man who is talking a little upside down, that is.

Including the little white who was obviously a flower dog but was given a ridiculous name.

However, Xiaobai is not as crazy as his master, strong enough to fight the body of a cougar, the hair on his neck has also changed significantly, and his eyes are extremely vigilant to Tang Lang, who may pose a threat to his master, but he did not step forward.

Although Tang Lang didn't do anything, but glanced at it very indifferently, the biological instinct that was far more sensitive than humans and belonged to animals told it that it was an extremely powerful enemy.

Of course, the most important thing is that the owner did not give the real attack order, which is the reason why the big flower dog was just vigilant and did not attack.

"Uncle, no, Uncle Ai, I just shouted casually with your hairstyle that resembles an ancient great scientist." Tang Lang smiled wryly.

As long as he can get rid of this upside-down old man, Tang Lang has decided that he will not come to this machine repair shop for this time, just now the old man revealed a very important information, he knows Qiu Ruge.

And the reason why he was willing to explain and didn't walk away was because the old man was just bluffing to scare him. Although he didn't know how the old man gave the attack command, Tang Lang could see from the reaction of the big flower dog that it had no real intention of attacking.

However, if he is really a thief and turns around and flees, I'm afraid that Uncle Ai is not a good stubble, and it may not be necessary to really command the big flower dog to catch up.

"Really? Let's go! This explanation is that you kid barely got through. The old man glanced at Tang Lang suspiciously, and a smile appeared on his face: "As the great scientist said: hair and wisdom, just like this, should grow boundlessly, without restraints and rules!" ”

"Whew! Why is this a self-made famous quote, I have kept all the recorded words of your great human scientist here, and he said so there? Hob meat complained angrily.

This product is also a careful eye, and the name of hob meat has been put into the ranks of derogatory terms by the old man, and he will remember it for a long time.

"Yes, yes, you're right!" Tang Lang nodded in agreement.

He can see that this old man is the kind of person who is lonely and lonely, and he takes the initiative to find fault just to find someone to talk to, as long as he follows him, it is also very easy to get away.

The old man was just about to speak, but suddenly looked in the direction of the machine repair shop opposite, and his eyes narrowed.

Tang Lang looked around, and saw that outside the mechanic shop, several retro wheeled cars suddenly drove up, led by one, which was obviously the engine compartment, and was "poofing" outward, spitting black smoke, which was obviously not for any kind of styling.

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Qiu Ruge is completing the repair work of the most popular suspension car in the Federation "Storm 4" energy engine engine, which is not a job that ordinary mechanic shops can take, except for those 10S shops designated by the suspension car manufacturer, can take this job, looking at the entire "courtyard area", there will never be more than 5.

Perhaps because of her skills, business in the machine repair shop has been getting better and better recently, and in addition to the one that is about to be repaired, there are several such big jobs in the warehouse. Qiu Ruge pondered that in the near future, she might be able to double the size of the shop, which had only been open for a year after spending all her savings, and slowly accumulate like this, maybe one day, she would really be able to achieve her dream of owning her own civilian mecha maintenance company.

The thought that he might be able to truly control the battle mecha one day, instead of being in the star network or just being able to control those primary mechs for industrial and agricultural use, Qiu Ruge's heart was a little hot.

One last time he inspected the energy engine, which he had judged to have been repaired, closed the alloy cover, and twisted the last bolt. Qiu Ruge's face had been smeared horizontally and vertically by the stains of lubricating oil, like a little flower cat, but it was difficult to hide her natural natural beauty.

At this point, even if she is accustomed to seeing the unparalleled temperament of the eldest grandson Xueqing and Tang Lang, who has met the bright moon and bright clothes, she has to admit that Qiu Ruge may not be as good as those two in terms of appearance and temperament, but she has her own youth and charm.

Looking at the man sitting under the shade and grass across the street and Uncle Ai, who was not very friendly with him, Qiu Ruge's slender and straight eyebrows frowned, and as soon as he raised his hand very lightly, he threw the wrench to the "kitten" who was hiding in the workshop inside and looking at his waist in a daze.

"Kitten's" real name is Mo Kitten, an orphan who grew up in an orphanage. The Federal Orphanage has a rule that orphans should leave the orphanage to live independently when they reach the age of eighteen, and Mo Kitten chose to leave on his own when he was seventeen years old, wandering to the "courtyard city" just in Qiu Ruge's newly opened machine repair shop to recruit apprentices, so he joined the machine repair shop, in addition to being obsessed with the machine repair that he has never been in contact with, the biggest interest of the teenager who has just turned eighteen is to use the limited time and possible space to peep at the beautiful female boss.

Sister Yu, for teenagers, there is always an unspeakable temptation. You, who were a teenager, know everything.

Seeing the wrench spinning in mid-air, he was stunned, subconsciously shrank his head, and then with a "bell", the wrench smashed on the wall half an inch above his head, which frightened him to hold his head.

Qiu Ruge's cold voice came from behind him: "Next time, if you don't work hard and be lazy, I'll let you go to receive Old Man Ai!" ”

"Don't! Boss, I know it's wrong! The sound of Mo Kitten Ghost crying wolf howl came.

Inside, there were a few imperceptible schadenfreude laughter in the workshop. One voice laughed like a broken gong, and the other laughed subtly.

Come to think of it, not only Tang Lang is like a dog in the face of the white-haired old man, but the few employees in this machine repair shop also feel the same way.

Perhaps, the female boss with a somewhat strong personality doesn't think so.

After teaching his little brother a lesson, when he saw the white-haired old man pointing at the man who couldn't see the face clearly, a faint smile appeared on his naturally beautiful face.

The old man Ai, who spoke harshly, was extremely difficult, and the disciple who had watched him for at least half an hour was in trouble now.

Until, the screeching sound of brakes and several retro wheeled cars rushing towards shattered Qiu Ruge's mood on this autumn afternoon.

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