Chapter Eighty-Three: The Sorrow of the Seven Feelings, Drinking
"Don't look at it, there's something to see." Seeing that I was starting to be in a daze, Lao Song raised his eyebrows and pulled me back, and scolded angrily: "No interest, can you have a future?" ”
I turned my head to look at Lao Song, and scratched my head with a stunned look: "I don't see anything, what are you thinking." ”
"What are you thinking?" Old Song looked at me lightly, turned his head and didn't speak again,
There was silence in the room, neither of us spoke again, the only thing left was the sound of paper money burning in the brazier,
After half a ring, I sighed with Old Song Qiqi, raised our heads and looked at each other, and laughed: "You look so stupid, how can I have a brother like you." ”
Okay, Ye Qing's matter, I think it's a little painful, and Lao Song is too, I feel a little painful.
There's no way, it's painful to put this matter on anyone, although we are Taoist priests, but we can't help but encounter this kind of thing.
Sitting on the chair, he greeted each other with Lao Song, which was called a cordial, starting from the other party's uncle, until greeting the dog raised by Xiaohua's family next door to the other party's little nephew's house.
I have to say that with Lao Song with me, I feel much more comfortable.
Ye Qing left me, it's okay, I still have my parents,
My parents left me, it's okay, don't I still have the grandson of Lao Song,
At least someone to accompany me is not, it's much better than being alone,
"Let's go, have some supper, we're all hungry." Lao Song stood up and patted me on the shoulder, rubbed his stomach and complained: "I haven't eaten anything today, so I just take care of chanting, hurry up, my chest is close to my back." ”
Indeed, I didn't eat breakfast today, I didn't eat at noon, and I ate a little bit of dinner, and the iron-beaten men couldn't bear it.
Thinking about it, my stomach began to gurgle, mother, I was really hungry,
Seeing that he was also starting to get hungry, he went out with Lao Song without saying a word and walked to the barbecue stall on the street.
"Ouch, I'll go, Fanzi, how do you know that my brother and I love barbecue, it's really a good brother, it's so good to me." Lao Song looked at me excitedly, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth,
"It's okay, father's love is boundless, and it should be good to you." I smiled slightly, I can let go of this kind of good time to mock people, impossible, seize every opportunity to mock, this is what my father taught me,
Lao Song was anxious when he heard this, and lowered his head to look for a handy guy everywhere, ready to give me a ruthless meal.
However, you have a good plan, I have a wall ladder, I don't know him yet,
"Brother Song, the place has arrived, what do you want to eat, I'll please." I released a skill that specializes in dealing with Lao Song.,Topic shift**,This skill is a magic skill.,
Legend has it that thousands of years ago, this skill was played by countless cultivators, and it also had a nickname, Qiankun Da Shift,
The guide to the north refers to the east and the west, and changing the topic is a must for walking the rivers and lakes.
Think about it, if you are a person in the martial arts and meet the enemy, you will be hacked to death by someone's angry watermelon knife.
At this time, if you divert the conversation for him, he can still die, obviously impossible,
Ahem, what, let's get off the rails,
"Ouch, good brother, I want to eat roast mutton, and then some yellow throat, meat tendons and chicken wings or something." Lao Song screamed strangely, and ordered the dishes with the menu, looking at his appearance, he seemed to want to eat me poor at one time,
It's a pity, it's a pity, this grandson ignored a word, I said please, I didn't say I had to pay the bill,
looked at him with satisfaction, smiled gently, and took the menu: "You're too stingy, you're welcome, come more, boss, another dozen beers." ”
"Something's wrong, why are you so generous." Lao Song looked at me suspiciously, leaned over and asked with concern, "Aren't you sick?" ”
What is a mortal, this is a mortal, I don't understand the wisdom of our masters at all, I can be generous, this is not a joke,
With a glass of beer in our hands and a barbecue in our mouths, we all looked like starving ghosts reincarnated, and we almost scared the proprietress
It is estimated that everyone is wondering, these two will not have just returned from the Great Northwest after suffering hardships, right?
But people didn't say much, with a standard smile on their faces, and from time to time they asked us if we had enough to eat.
It doesn't matter if you come from the Great Northwest or go to the jungle to learn Bei Ye, as long as you eat it, we can make money.
Although it is getting late now, there are a lot of people, and the barbecue stalls are almost full.
The most distinctive thing is the four little children at the next table, who look like they are fourteen or fifteen years old, two men and two women.
"Look, this is the most cutting-edge technology, and you can play any game with a few clicks." A little boy in a black T-shirt took out a tablet and said to the other three with a serious face,
"As the saying goes, the layman joins in the fun, the insider watches the door, but my father bought this computer for me, you should be able to see a little extraordinary."
"Xiaomei, be my girlfriend, this computer is for you."
Hearing this, I shook my head helplessly, I don't know if society has changed or people have changed, I know to do this kind of thing at such a young age,
When I was so young with Lao Song, I was playing on the computer every day to read novels or something, and we were so weak compared to them.
"Hmph, pretend to be v in front of me, it looks like I'm going to meet him today." Old Song is not like me, he has a little quick temper, and he is not used to pretending to be in front of him.
Seeing that kid say this, Lao Song immediately slapped the table and shouted, "Stop, let go of that tablet." ”
The girl named Xiaomei was reaching out to pick it up, and Lao Song's roar frightened everyone, and the computer fell from their hands to the ground.
I only heard a crisp sound, the screen shattered,
My heart sank, it's over, it's going to break the bill now, Lao Song is boring enough, why don't you scare others,
However, I still underestimated Lao Song's ability to talk about empty words, and what happened next, I can't forget it for a long time, and I must worship Lao Song more than three times every day.
"My dad bought it for me, and you're going to have to lose money." The kid stood up with an angry face, pointed at Lao Song and scolded: "This is high-tech, can you afford it?" ”
"You're high-tech, what is the little overlord." Lao Song pursed his lips disdainfully, and said lightly,
The kid frowned, thought about it for a long time with a bitter face, and muttered: "What is the little overlord, how can this name feel like thunder." ”
"Could it be that legendary artifact, the one that can have hundreds of games with a small card?" The boy's face changed, and he exclaimed, "This kind of thing only appears in legends. ”
Lao Song smiled incomprehensibly, unhurriedly took out a game card from his pocket, I took a closer look, isn't this used by the Xiaobawang game console,,
Later, I learned that Lao Song was so idle that he carried a game card on his body every day, and his reputation was to commemorate the presumptuous youth when he was a child.
"I have it, do I want to give you a card?" Lao Song took the card and dangled in front of the kid, and said with a light smile: "It is also fate with you, and giving you this card is considered to be a gift to you." ”
As soon as I heard Lao Song's words, tears were about to come out, brother, who can believe what you say, can you be reliable?