Chapter 502 Response

The people downstairs were already surrounded, and they were all pointing at us.

I looked back and saw that Ji Canghai and Xiao Bai were equally confused. The one who made me feel the most distressed was Uncle Ya.

If it were just a few of us young people, it wouldn't matter, but he is already so old.

Now that I see him half-sitting on the bed in ragged clothes, I feel quite uncomfortable.

The way the Gray family behaves is truly worthy of their status.

You can't beat him head-on, so you use such despicable methods!

It’s so damaging!

"Get out of bed first."

It was Uncle Ya who broke the silence.

I looked back and saw that Uncle Ya was wearing shorts and short sleeves. He got off the ground very neatly. He stepped on the beam with one foot, jumped up, and fell steadily from the second floor.

"Damn it, the old man still has this ability?"

Xiao Bai is really big-hearted. At this moment, does he still have the heart to care about this matter?

No matter what, we can't just leave it hanging in the air like this.

"Ferhai."

I whispered to Xiaobai: "Take him down."

Like walking on stilts, I carefully landed on the ground, then turned over and landed.

No matter how careful I was, the bed upstairs still hit the first floor like a cannonball.

The onlookers quickly took a few steps back, but still stretched their necks to watch.

Uncle Ya shouted into the room as if nothing was wrong.

"San'er, have porridge in the morning."

"Bang!"

Ji Canghai jumped down from the second floor with Xiaobai in his arms and looked at me at a loss.

At this moment, we are like being in a transparent cage, being observed at 360 degrees with no blind spots.

For a moment, I felt like we were monkeys in a zoo.

And the whispers outside reached my ears.

"This little fairy has also turned into a little beggar."

"No, Chen Daya stopped being a storyteller and became the leader of the Beggar Clan."

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The onlookers became more and more exaggerated and their voices became louder and louder.

At first, I deliberately avoided them. Confronting them in such a state of embarrassment would only make me look more like a clown.

I don't care, but Uncle Ya has a reputation that will last forever in Monan, and he can't afford to lose this person.

But people are like this, the more they don't respond, the easier they feel to be bullied.

Just as I was about to have a seizure, Ji Canghai rushed out.

"Where's your mother laughing?"

Ji Canghai's upper body was bare, and the scars and muscles were exposed to the sun at the same time. Especially the two legs that looked like beef tendons were shining with oil in the sun.

He shouted out like this, and the surrounding area became quieter.

"Look again, Brother Hai will punch your eyeballs!"

What I didn't expect was that Xiaobai also rushed out.

He and Ji Canghai sat next to each other and blocked the door, but they still couldn't resist the eyes of people outside.

"What are you shouting for?" Uncle Ya sat calmly in the hall and said with a hint of annoyance: "They are all old neighbors, what's going on?"

"We are allowed to make a fool of ourselves, and others are allowed to watch."

Ji Canghai slowly released his fist, glared at the crowd angrily, turned around and walked in.

"Have a meal."

Uncle Ya filled a bowl of white porridge by himself and drank it happily, turning a blind eye to the people outside.

After a while, the people outside began to disperse one after another.

I guess I felt bored too.

"I am full."

Uncle Ya put down the bowl and chopsticks gently and whispered: "In this life, there is nothing more than smiling at others and being laughed at by others."

"There are many people who want to watch our fun. No matter how hard your fists are, you can't beat them all."

Ji Canghai's face turned red and he nodded in agreement.

"Indifference is the best option."

That being said, how many people can remain calm in such an environment?

The most urgent task is to quickly find someone to build the wall. We can't live like this in the open air forever, right?

But the clothes I'm wearing now are just rags. How can I not be laughed at if I go out wearing this?

On second thought, forget it.

How I live my life is my own business, who cares about them?

Just as I was about to go out, a familiar figure broke in first.

It's Liang Hai.