Chapter 247 Xiao Yin

Uncle Ya picked up the wine cup, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp: "What you saw today is called a lotus set."

"It's something we used to do in the south in the early years. That old guy has never seen it before."

Agui smiled knowingly: "Yes, this old craft has basically been lost."

"But..." Agui hesitated: "It doesn't matter between me and Lao Lin. I'm afraid the second master won't let you go."

Uncle Ya leaned heavily on the back of his chair and said calmly: "It's not certain who will let whom go."

"Starting from tomorrow, I will not get involved in the Evergreen Meeting for the time being."

"Huh?" I looked at Uncle Ya suspiciously: "Now you are the only one who can suppress the second master. If you withdraw, won't he become lawless?"

Uncle Ya hit me with his fan: "I asked you to learn Tai Chi just to teach you to use softness to overcome strength!"

"As long as I don't interfere, the second master will have no reason or chance to attack me!"

"I asked him to punch the cotton, but he couldn't use any force!"

After a pause, he sighed: "Without Wang Ju, Changchun Hui is already a zombie after autumn, and it can't make any waves."

"Forget it, let's not mention it."

Uncle Ya shouted towards the back hall: "San'er, burn the knife on the hour and drink some together!"

Before eating, I specifically told Ji Canghai and the others that we should just focus on eating and not talk too much.

Father and son sit at different tables, uncle and nephew drink at different places.

Everyone here is an old person, and they have to follow the old rules. Talking too much can easily make people annoying.

That night, everyone exchanged glasses, and Uncle Ya was in surprisingly high spirits.

Lao Lin took out a long flute from his arms and blew it leisurely. Uncle Ya applauded continuously.

After finishing the meal, everyone was already staggering.

It was getting very late, and we didn’t plan to leave, so we went directly to the second floor and stayed in the staff lounge.

Fortunately, there are many rooms, one for each person, and there is still space.

For nearly a month, we have been living with our heads resting on wood and our bodies covered with grass.

Nowadays, having a warm nest is simply one of the great enjoyments in life.

The next day, before I got up, a long and long whistle came from the room next door.

I can't hear the key of this song, but I can feel the deep sadness in it.

I sat up with a start and rushed into the next room, only to see Uncle Ya kneeling on the ground.

And in his arms was the motionless Lao Lin.

Uncle Ya sat next to Lao Lin with straight eyes, and Chang Xiao let out bursts of sadness in his mouth.

My heart sank, and my eyes suddenly became hot.

I see dead people all the time, so I know what's going on.

The people who raised glasses with us yesterday have become separated from each other today.

Life and death are truly impermanent.

Uncle Ya's two lines of hot tears fell down, hit Lao Lin's chest, and disappeared without a trace.

I stretched out my hand to pull Uncle Ya up and comforted him: "Don't cry. He looks back three times every step and has trouble walking smoothly."

Just like that, I suddenly saw a short red arrow on Lao Lin's body.

On the arrow, there is also a copper coin with a round outside and a square inside.

Lao Lin did not die of natural causes!

This thing is called life money!

If a person in the Jianghu seeks revenge, he will definitely leave money to buy his life at the scene, and my name will be engraved on the handle of my arrow.

This is called killing with a reputation and being aboveboard!

I was about to take the arrow over, but Uncle Ya snatched it away!

I couldn't help but raise my voice: "There are words on it!"

"I know!"

Uncle Ya's eyes were red, and his voice was a little higher than mine.

His sudden rage really startled me.

Uncle Ya raised his eyes and softened his tone a lot: "The others will go out first."

When I turned around, I realized that everyone had gathered around.

Everyone left and Uncle Ya closed the door.

The two of us guarded Lao Lin's body and said nothing for a long time.

After a while, Uncle Ya stretched out his hand to wipe the tears on his face: "Old Lin died in my hands."