Lao Lu said this, isn't that scolding? But for some reason, I feel very comfortable scolding, like a lark, why is it so beautiful?

Lao Lu said: "If you want to laugh, laugh, don't bear it." ”

I covered my face shyly, but finally couldn't help but laugh.

I said, "Old man, no matter what, this is still too sudden. You asked me to go back and think about it for one night, and tomorrow I'll give you an accurate answer, do you think? ”

Lao Lu nodded: "Cheng." ”

I believe that many people must think that there must be green smoke on my ancestral grave when reading this, and the thirty-four-year-old old dick who has not yet started a family actually relies on shit luck to hug a beauty. But when I said this, I couldn't help but cry, because this thing didn't work out later, and it turned yellow......

I didn't know until the day Lao Lu died, this guy lied to me from the beginning, he lied to me that his granddaughter is 29 years old this year, only 5 years younger than me, and she is also an older leftover girl. But in fact, he is only 20 years old, 14 years younger than me.

Come on, don't mention it.

……

……

When I was leaving, Lao Lu stuffed the bank card with 350,000 cash into my pocket, and before I could speak, he pressed my hand and said first: "If you don't want to hold this card, my heart is not steady, take it, take it." ”

I wanted to say a few words, but Lao Lu blew me away, he waved his hand at me from a distance and smiled: "Okay, okay, go home quickly, come to me tomorrow, I'll wait for you here, see you or leave." ”

I couldn't do anything about him, so I had to go home with a bank card of 350,000 yuan so inexplicably.

When I got home, I locked myself in the house, cigarette after cigarette. I took the book I had written six years ago from the shelf, "The Shackles," and lay down in my chair and flipped through it casually. I sighed in my heart that there are still many old and young people with feelings in this world. Lao Lu judged that I was a trustworthy person because he read my book, and entrusted me with the most important things before his death. It's silly and ridiculous, but it's romantic.

I turned on the computer and logged in to QQ, and the pudding girl's avatar flashed like a ghost. I sighed, I didn't have to guess to know that this fierce woman had come to urge the draft again, it was really annoying.

I clicked on the dialog box and typed down the next line: "Pudding, I want to tell you something." ”

Pudding replied in seconds: "Don't talk nonsense, have you finished writing the outline?" ”

I said, "I'm sorry girl, I've had something happen recently, I'm afraid I can't finish this manuscript, you can quickly find another writer to make an appointment, don't delay your work progress because of me." I think the Niu Ergang in our group is very good, I have read his book "Zen and Motorcycle Maintenance", although I don't understand whether this book is about Zen or motorcycle maintenance, but at least people really talk about more than 7 million words, and the efficiency is much higher than mine. ”

Pudding's dialog was silent for five seconds, and then he replied, "You kid think your wings are stiff now, don't you?" You even dare to release pigeons in my request, don't you? Heaven up, huh? Joined the party, right? The power of the fight is seven stages, right? ”

I replied embarrassedly: "I'm really in trouble, okay, let's do it, I'll get down." ”

Pudding replied in seconds: "You know, I'm having a big snot with the editor of the second group, and as I said, this year's editor-in-chief will be chosen from me and him." At present, the performance of our group and their group is five or five, and this is the end of the year, so I am counting on you to rush this book and help me press the big snot, and you tell me now that you don't write? Do you believe it or not, I'm going to hang myself at your house tomorrow? ”

I was so shocked that I pretended not to see her news, and quickly turned off the computer.

I lay in bed and recounted what had happened today. I remembered the strange paintings on Lao Lu's wall, in which the dead all left this world with a smile, and it really didn't seem to be painful at all. I am afraid that this is the mysterious state of "neither life nor death" produced by the living dead jade in Lao Lu's imagination.

I remembered that Lao Lu also hung his portrait on the wall, which is also pitiful, because it is only now that I understand that it is the "posthumous portrait" he prepared for himself.

When I think of Lao Lu, I can't help but feel a little sad, but when I think of the days ahead, I am more faintly excited about the "unknown". Because after tonight, my life will change drastically, and I will follow in the footsteps of Lao Lu on an unknown path, and continue to help him through this road after his death, until I or one of his granddaughters has reached the end of my life, and this road will come to an end.

The next morning I was about to go out to find Lao Lu, but as soon as I got downstairs, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind, she called out my name to stop me, I looked back and saw that it was a young and beautiful girl, but I couldn't remember who she was. I asked her, "Are you?" ”

She said, "I'm Pudding!" ”

I blurted out that I was still a mango, but suddenly I remembered something, and stammered in shock: "You, you, you are, cloth, pudding girl?" ”

She grabbed my ear and reprimanded me sharply: "Do you think I was bluffing you when I said that I was going to come to your house and hang myself? I'm telling you, I'm in a hurry, I'll do anything! ”

I screamed in pain and asked her, "How do you know my address?" ”

She said: "You are stupid, don't you write it in the contract you signed with the company, I will know it when I check it." ”

I said, "What's the matter with you woman, you really came to my house to block me?" You don't need to pay for a plane ticket! ”

As the saying goes, drinking cold water is not afraid of stuffing your teeth, and watching the excitement is not a big deal, and the pudding beats and scolds me, which is a real beating and scolding. But in the eyes of my non-fart neighbors, it was a girl-to-boy flirtatious performance. The first is the owner of my downstairs commissary, he held a purple clay pot with tea stains thicker than the skin of my feet, walked out of the small shop with a ghostly eye, and smiled at us: "This girl, you can tell your uncle if you have any grievances, and your uncle will help you call the police." ”

I rolled my eyes at him, pulled the pudding and left.

After I left the community, I shook a Didi car and walked to Xiamen with the pudding. She asked me what I was doing, and I said that I would take you to the airport, and you should hurry back to your Beijing, there is no sand in the air in Fujian, and I am afraid that you will not be used to it. She said she had taken five days off, so she couldn't just come back in a few minutes, right? I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said that she was really going to come to my house to hang herself, but when she got off the plane, she saw the dreamlike sea in Xiamen, and in an instant there was no murderous aura, and it was so beautiful here, she just wanted to take the opportunity to relax for a few days, blow the sea breeze, eat some sand tea noodles and fried oysters, and then go to my house to hang herself.

I had no choice but to settle her down first.