Uncle Ya shook his head resolutely, "You have all forgotten why you went to the rivers and lakes in the first place."

"Bending your waist for five buckets of rice, is this really your original intention?"

"Chen Daya!"

Lao Yu's voice was already rough, and under the roar, he looked like a frightened old cow.

Uncle Ya turned around and asked indifferently, "Are you calling me by my name?"

His voice was not loud, but it really weakened Lao Yu's momentum a little: "You should be sober! Our time is over!"

"Now if you want to listen to books, you can use your mobile phone, and you don't have to sit in your broken library!"

"You don't need a knife to fight! You don't need any secret weapons to kill people!"

Uncle Ya listened to him vent from beginning to end, and it wasn't until he finished speaking that Uncle Ya slowly spoke.

"Did the times obsolete you, or did you fall into your own accord?"

Two lines of turbid tears slowly flowed down from Lao Yu's eyes: "Did you say this?"

"Have you ever seen the eyes of a worker?"

Lao Yu slammed the table: "They have followed me for too many years, they want money, and they are embarrassed to say! That look is a boning knife!"

"What do you want me to do?"

Uncle Ya half-lowered his head and asked slowly, "Do you think that your choice today is like a hero?"

"Lao Tzu is not a hero! I just want to eat with a mouthful! Am I wrong?"

"Hey."

Uncle Ya shook his head and sighed, "You're not wrong, I'm not wrong, it's the wrong time."

"Hehehe......"

Lao Yu smiled, but there was a chill hidden in the laughter.

"I know, these things I did made you feel disgusting! My Yu Dakui's life was saved by you, and I will return it to you today! I don't owe you anything!"

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the arsenic in front of Uncle Ya and poured it into his mouth.

"Bang!"

Uncle Ya kicked over the table in front of him, trying to stop Lao Yu.

But Lao Yu was very fast, as if he was holding the heart of death, and in a few seconds, the bottle was empty.

"Da Kui!"

Uncle Ya stepped across the table, one hand touched Lao Yu's back, and one palm was slammed on his back.

However, it was too late.

Lao Yu's face was visibly darkening, and foam similar to toothpaste came out of his mouth.

The toxicity of arsenic is extremely domineering, even if the doctor is next to him, there is a high probability that there is no way to recover.

Lao Yu's body slowly leaned back, Uncle Ya stumbled a few times, and he was also dragged to the ground.

I ran down the stairs, but only for a few seconds.

In such a short period of time, Lao Yu and I were already angry, groping Uncle Ya's face with one hand.

"I don't owe it, I don't owe it."

Lao Yu died, and he didn't even close his eyes when he died.

I suddenly remembered when he drove a siege engine to rescue me.

Think it's only a few months, right?

I remember very clearly that he stood on the front of the car and pointed at Chen Changming and shouted: Your grandfather Yu Dakui!

The change of people is always so sudden, and an iron-clad man is gone.

Lao Yu was curled up on the ground like a shrimp, and his back looked a lot bent.

Perhaps, his back is crushed by money, right?

Uncle Ya threw himself on Lao Yu's chest, like a pilgrim, and buried his head deep in it.

He didn't make a sound, and I don't even know if he was crying.

After a while, Uncle Ya slowly stood up: "Inform the people of Lubanmen to come over and prepare the corpse."

The people from Lubanmen quickly rushed over, and they were questioning at first, but fortunately, there was a monitor overhead, and they could just see the center of the hall.

Lao Yu was carried away, and Uncle Ya looked at the door distractedly.

"Today...... his steps were obviously a little soft, and he squeezed out a sentence, "Today, close the door."

I've known him for so long and this is the first time he's closed during the day.

Looking at the back of Uncle Ya going upstairs, I couldn't help but sigh silently.

First Lao Lin, then Da Kui, the most unbearable thing for older people is this.

I can't bring the dead back to life, all I can do is make the living happy.

I turned around and went into the house to wash my face, turned around and walked on the counter, and wrote a few big words.

"Lost & Found!"

Then, I found the swallow again.

The swallow changed into a coarse linen robe, wrapped around her slender long legs, and there was a sense of simplicity everywhere.

I slapped the paper in front of her, "That's what you're going to do."

"Let me find something?"

She raised her eyebrows, and the paper was gently lowered, and she didn't continue.

But I could already feel that she was resisting.

"Are you worried?"

Yanzi looked at the four big characters on the paper: "Officials and thieves are incompatible, once a thief, you will never be an official."

"I'm a thief, and a thief won't give things back."

I laughed, "You used to be a thief, but that doesn't stop you from being a good person in the future."

To this day, I still believe that everyone is good in their hearts, but they have been squeezed by various reasons and have embarked on the wrong path.

If you have the opportunity, you want to be a good person.

However, she hesitated, but still did not nod.

I didn't say anything, but I already had a judgment in my heart.

In desperation, I had no choice but to come up with an alternative.

"Don't worry, you are my doorman, and the benefits you should have will not be less at all."

Really.

As soon as this sentence came out, the hesitation on her face immediately disappeared a lot.

"Then, I'll try."

Conscience did not wake her up, and in the end it was the power of money that shook her.

Her choice is destined for me not to put her in the queue of my own people.

I still squeezed out a smile: "I'll give you the news, you do it."

"Hmm."

The swallow turned around and entered the house, and when I looked back, Chen Jiayan was standing behind me without saying a word.

I rubbed my face, and then I felt a little more relaxed.

"Xiaohua, what should I do?"

I hesitated, "What do you want to do?"

"The two of us belong to the same disease, and I also regard her as a sister, but she is Chen Changming's person, and this person can't be kept."

"Huh?"

I thought she was going to intercede with Xiaohua, but I didn't expect her to say such a thing.

I suddenly became interested and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I mean, you can get rid of her." Chen Jiayan habitually bit her lip: "But, don't let me know."

I smiled silently, she was still soft-hearted.

I've thought about Xiaohua for a long time.

Hardly any hesitation, I made up my mind: "You continue to be a sister to her, and you don't have to worry about the rest."