Simao smiled, with a rare seven-point wine and three-point depression on his face: "Let me tell you a joke, once I went to a community to find someone, and was stopped by the security guard and asked me three questions, the first question is who are you?" The second question is where are you going? The third question is what are you going to do? I'll go, this question immediately shocked me, think about it carefully, don't talk about me, in this world for thousands of years, no one has been able to explain this question clearly, how the hell do I know the answer? Isn't that? ”

Ma Qinghu was confused: "What? What community? What is Security? ”

However, Wang Laodao seemed to have figured out some taste, and said to Simao with a smile: "Yes, this problem is now returned to the original owner, who are you?" Where are you going? What are you doing? ”

"It's not a secret, I used to think that I was just a little loach in a ditch, and then I felt that I had the feeling of turning into a carp and the dragon gate was close in front of me, but now I ......" Simao sighed: "I feel like I'm still a little loach." In this case, I naturally want to get out of this mud ditch and find the dragon gate, even if I can't become a dragon, it's better than rotting in the mud! ”

Ma Qinghu persuaded: "People leave their hometowns and cheap goods, in our mouth, good and bad people are familiar with each other, no matter how bad it is, it is better than outside, not to mention that there is no dragon gate in our mouth?" Why bother to go near and far, I will beg my uncle to come forward, drag a table and eat tea with Jin Baimei and Boss Yan, there will always be a way to untie this deadlock. ”

Simao looked at Ma Qinghu's eyes full of expectation, his heart was moved, and he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "With your words, my Simao has not lived in vain in this life, there are thousands of people in the world, and it is worth it to be able to hand over you, a good brother who has cut off his head and neck." However, the rivers and lakes are in trouble, and if the fight is lost, let the family settle it, this is not in accordance with the rules, and it will not even affect the Shaanxi Gang, and I will not be able to raise my head in the future. ”

Ma Qinghu listened to these words, and was silent, he didn't know in his heart that what Simao said was the truth, and he was only one of the many children of the Shaanxi Gang, far from being able to say that the elders were able to wrestle their wrists for an outsider and the two major forces, not to mention that they might not be able to break others. I was angry for a while, and my enthusiasm for wanting to stand up for my brother as soon as my brain was hot, and I was instantly punctured by Simao, and I couldn't help but turn depressed.

Seeing Ma Qinghu's depressed expression, Simao couldn't help but feel a trace of apology in his heart: "Don't be like a frosted eggplant, in the future, you and my brother will mix well, and we will no longer rely on others, rely on ourselves to establish a foothold, brother with one heart, try to see who can ...... enemy in the world"

Ma Qinghu was plucked up with passion again: "Yes, let's see who can be the enemy in the world."

Simao smiled, and instantly hallucinated, he and Ma Qinghu seemed to be incarnated as impassioned revolutionary generals wearing green military uniforms and holding red treasure books.

Wang Laodao watched coldly from the side, and at the critical moment, he came out and poured a scoop of cold water: "Wait until you escape this catastrophe first, and then have an invincible autumn dream."

Simao didn't laugh angrily: "Yes, I won't quarrel with you, and when I leave in the future, no one will quarrel with you, so you will have a clean ear."

Wang Laodao saw that Simao rarely didn't take the next sentence, but really felt like a punch on the cotton, and took a sip of wine sullenly.

Simao lifted the wine jug, poured wine for the old Taoist and said: "When I was noisy, you always said that I was annoying, thick-skinned, one day I didn't hang out in front of you, you were alone in that lonely village and wild temple, but you have to drink less wine, don't get drunk and no one knows." Also, your adobe wall has cracked so much, and you don't go to pick it up, seeing that it is about to snow, and the north wind is together, can you still sleep in that kennel? I found a few masons from the homeless alleys, and sent them to your temple tomorrow morning to build a wall and stove for you, rest assured, I have given you all the money for the work, and you can tell them directly if you want to repair the place, you don't have to be grateful to me, I also want you to live a few more years, and I will have more places to stay and drink in the future. ”

Wang Laodao still had a gloomy face, he couldn't see any expression, drinking one cup after another, as long as he drank dry, Simao poured it for him, drank it dry, and then poured it again, Ma Qinghu also accompanied the wine to the side to the cup, unconsciously, a jar of wine saw the bottom, and the seven plates and eight bowls on the table were only leftovers, Simao looked at Wang Laodao and Ma Qinghu's red eyes, but he still had no intention of leaving, and then stood up, pushed open the door, and said with a stiff neck: "There is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed, I'll be here today, I'll leave early tomorrow morning, so I'll leave it all and cherish it. ”

Ma Qinghu hesitated for a moment and slowly stood up: "There are still a few months to go before the New Year, are you coming back?" ”

Simao shook his head lightly, with an expressionless look: "I don't know, I will definitely come back when it's time to come back." ”

Ma Qinghu nodded, didn't say a word again, but staggered across the door and crashed into the inky night.

Simao turned his head to look at Wang Daoist, who was drunk and hazy, but still had a pair of old eyes, and made a gesture of please.

Lao Dao hesitated for a moment, and seemed to hesitate about something in his expression, until finally, he gritted his teeth, took out a tightly wrapped thing in layers of oilskin paper from his arms, and put it on the table.

"What's that?" Simao asked.

Lao Dao didn't seem to hear Simao's question, but talked to himself: "In the early years of Yongzheng Ye, there was a poor boy in Tongcheng, Anhui Province, whose surname was Guan Cheng, who started from sorrow, went through hardships, worked as a fortune teller and made a living, and also worked as a bookkeeper, and even had to eat when he was extremely poor, which was worse than your little loach in the rotten ditch, but this lord, after the Yongzheng and Qianlong dynasties, he really did it to a very good minister, the prince Taibao, the governor of Zhili, do you know what this Mr. Fang relies on? ”

As soon as Simao heard it, he understood that Lao Dao was talking about something, and then shook his head and said: "I have never heard of this person, where do I know where to go." ”

Wang Laodao didn't raise the bar with Simao, but continued to talk to himself: "One relies on ability, and the other relies on knowing people." What is ability? This person has come out of the red dust, but also into the red dust, has experienced hardships, and is familiar with the history of the scriptures, and is really both internal and external, just like the hexagram often said in the fishy sharp, race immortals. What does it mean to know people? Look at this and you'll understand. As he spoke, Wang Laodao carefully opened the oilskin paper in front of him, and it turned out to be a book. It can be seen that Wang Laodao cherishes this book very much, although the book cover is old, but it is clean, there is no crease and stain, the word "entrance" is written on the title page, and the ink is chaotic and glowing with black light, and it is an old object that has survived relatively well at a glance.