Although "Han Yu" was hateful, Mao Sandao never thought of killing "him" from the beginning.
The initial idea was just to let Doukui help subdue him.
But for some reason, Mao Sandao felt particularly comfortable since the moment he saw Doukui destroy "Han Yu".
It's like an old piece of phlegm stuck in your throat has finally been spit out.
The moment he closed the door, Mao Sandao glanced at the place where "Han Yu" disappeared and let out a long sigh of relief.
"That's good, it saves a lot of unnecessary trouble."
In the store, Furball had already retracted into the cardboard box under the cashier and hid.
It was also very scared just now, but for the sake of its master, it still rushed forward regardless of its own safety, which moved Mao Sandao.
Mao Sandao took out a large handful of dog food from the bag and placed it in front of Furqiuer, touching its head:
"Qiu'er, this is your reward. Thank you for sacrificing your life to save the master just now."
Furball sniffed it and started eating.
And Mao Sandao walked down the passage alone.
"Are you okay?"
Doukui seemed to be waiting for Mao Sandao. As soon as he entered the door, he asked impatiently.
"Well, it's okay." Mao Sandao rubbed his neck, which still radiated slight pain, "If it had been a few seconds later, I would have gone to heaven to report!"
"You're pretty smart. If you're in danger, you at least know how to run to the bookstore."
Mao Sandao shrugged: "I am the owner of the bookstore. Even if I die, I will die in the bookstore. This will prove that I am dedicated to my job and can devote myself to my career until my death."
"Why didn't you say that you knew I would save you and deliberately lured him to the bookstore? This little trick of yours is too low-level."
His thoughts were seen through, Mao Sandao stuck out his tongue, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and took a slow drag:
"Don't worry, I won't be grateful to you. The reason why Han Yu wanted to kill me was entirely because of you. Of course, you can also choose not to save me. When I die, I will see who will be the master of the bookstore for you. "
"Alas, it's such a pity to choose you as the master of the bookstore!" Doukui sighed, seeming helpless at Mao Sandao's "helpless" character. He paused and continued,
"I don't ask you to thank me. I still say the same thing. As long as you obey, I will provide you with protection."
Mao Sandao slowly leaned back on the sofa and said, "Can I be disobedient now? Do I dare to be disobedient? Working for you has made my hands full of evil. Is there any other choice besides being obedient?"
"I'm very pleased that you have this awareness."
Mao Sandao suddenly suffered from the second disease. He raised his head and said arrogantly: "Of course you are very happy. How can you not be happy to have such a handsome, obedient, and smart master to do things for you?"
"How did you develop your face to be so thick, and how did you say these words without changing your expression?"
Mao Sandao crossed his legs and said slowly: "I've had thick skin since I was born. I don't change my face because what I said is the truth. There is no need to feel guilty."
"..." Doukui.
"By the way, I came down here to ask you something." Mao Sandao took a puff of cigarette, returned to his serious posture, and asked seriously.
"put!"
"Please pay attention to your wording, old man. It's not elegant at all to let something go or not." Mao Sandao rolled his eyes.
"explain!"
Mao Sandao asked solemnly: "Actually, in the early hours of this morning, Han Yu almost killed me, but then after Maoqiuer barked a few times, Han Yu suddenly disappeared. According to common sense, he should be afraid of dogs. That’s right, but why weren’t you afraid just now?”
"The soul is only afraid of the filthy smell on the dog, not the dog itself. If the dog stays with people for a long time, the filthy smell on the dog's body will be suppressed by the human's yang energy, and then the soul will naturally not be afraid of the dog. .”
"Oh, I see."
Mao Sandao suddenly realized that when he came, he had indeed been holding Mao Qiu'er. In this way, not to mention that the dirty air was suppressed, it was possible that the dirty air was gone.
Mao Sandao was speechless. He didn't expect that his love for Mao Qiu'er would actually become the trigger for him to be almost killed.
"This world is really strange. People live so long that they can see everything..."
“Boy, the world is so big and full of wonders, and there are many things you can’t think of!”
Mao Sandao threw away the cigarette butt and his face suddenly darkened: "Don't talk to me in this tone. I really, really don't like hearing it!"
It wasn't that Mao Sandao really didn't like hearing what Doukui said, but after Doukui finished speaking, it aroused his deep longing for his grandfather.
Because grandpa once said something similar...
Some things, especially sad things, most people will bury in their hearts and try not to think about it, and even want to use time to slowly fade it.
And when someone suddenly mentions it, or the situation is close to it, the long-lasting past events quickly come to mind from the bottom of my heart, and I can't let go again.
"What, did you hit a sore spot?"
"Does this have anything to do with you?"
Mao Sandao lit a cigarette again, trying his best to ease the sadness in his heart.
"I express my concern out of humanitarianism, please don't be disrespectful."
"If you hadn't killed my grandfather, I believe I would have lived a good life." Mao Sandao retorted immediately.
"Even if your grandfather is alive, are you so sure that he will live a good life?"
"You're wrong. You don't understand how happy it is to have family members with you in this world." As he said that, Mao Sandao's expression became sad again, and he lamented, "It seems that I am the only one who is celebrating the Spring Festival this year. Already..."
Yes, the Spring Festival is coming soon, and it’s only more than a month.
In Mao Sandao's heart, even though his grandfather was strict with him and could not be said to be particularly good, at least his relatives were still alive. Every Spring Festival, Mao Sandao would still cook a full table of dishes.
But now, his grandfather passed away, and Mao Sandao felt like a bereaved dog, homeless.
Regarding the house in the countryside, although Mao Sandao still refers to it as "home", in his heart he only regards it as a shelter from wind and rain, nothing more.
Home ceased to exist after my grandfather passed away.
"To express my kindness, you can come to the bookstore to celebrate the Spring Festival. If you don't mind, I will accompany you." Doukui said.
"Let's forget it." Mao Sandao waved his hand, "If I spend the Spring Festival at your place, I'm afraid I will have a very unhappy life in the future."
"Celebrating the festival in a bookstore may have a different flavor. You can try to accept it."
Mao Sandao shook his head and slowly stood up from the sofa: "I just hope you take less of the souls of your guests, and I'll be satisfied."
After finishing speaking, there was no response from Doukui. Mao Sandao frowned slightly: "Huh? Why didn't you say anything?"
After a long time, Doukui replied: "You've already chatted to death."
Mao Sandao slowly blew out a smoke ring: "Although you don't like to hear it, this is what I say from my heart. We must accumulate some virtue for ourselves so as not to go to hell after death."
Dou Kui smiled brightly and said disdainfully: "Only humans will go to hell, and I, even if the King of Hell sees it, I have to kneel down and worship!"
"Okay, you are awesome, you are crazy!" Mao Sandao walked towards the passage, "If the sky is crazy, there will be rain, and if people are crazy, there will be disaster. I think you will regret it."
"I think you have probably forgotten one thing. I am not a human being, so what you said just now cannot scare me."
Mao Sandao paused in his steps, turned his head and said quietly: "If the sky is crazy, there will be rain; if the devil is crazy, there will be disaster."
"you!"
Doukui seemed to be so angry that he was speechless. In an instant, he didn't know how to deal with Mao Sandao's words.
This was the purpose of Mao Sandao. Since he couldn't beat him, he would use words instead of swords to make Doukui feel uncomfortable all over.
But he has some restraint. He believes that everything should not be overdone, otherwise he will be the one who suffers in the end.
"To show my loyalty to you, I will go up and wait for the guests first."
Mao Sandao smiled slyly.
