Half past two in the morning.
Xiahou Youyou woke up, feeling like he was falling apart.
His whole body was wrapped like a mummy, and waves of heartbreaking pain spread throughout his body.
"hiss…"
As soon as he opened his eyes, the old general gasped and trembled all over.
"I thought you had lost your pain-sensing nerves a long time ago..."
A cheerful voice sounded in my ears.
Brother Dazhi sipped wine on the table with dumplings.
As the saying goes, nothing is more fun than sister-in-law.
This wine is so sexy.
"I didn't expect that." Brother Dazhi put a beef dumpling into his mouth and frowned. "In the past twenty years, you have just pretended to be strong in front of me."
Xia Hou struggled to sit on the bed, sweating profusely from the pain: "No one told me that your son is so fierce."
"I just need to show you his ID card."
Brother Dazhi bit into half of the garlic, curled his lips and said, "You don't listen either."
Xia Houhan said in a cold voice: "Then should I kowtow to you?"
"I am not as unfilial as you."
Brother Dazhi tilted his head and lit a cigarette, narrowed his eyes and said, "Have you woken up from your dream? Have you seen the dangers of the outside world? Do you still want to go out and control the wind and rain, covering the sky with one hand?"
Xiahou's expression was ferocious and he said nothing.
"I tell you every day that the world has changed. I'm not trying to show off, but I refuse to listen. I act as if I want to harm you."
Brother Dazhi blew out thick smoke, leaned back on the chair, and said lazily.
Xia Hou had a gloomy face and remained silent.
"What should I say? Let's talk?"
Brother Dazhi dragged off the chair and sat beside the bed: "You have carried those multiple lives alone for twenty years, so you are the only one with a tough life. If someone else had to carry them, they would have choked on the water."
When Xia Hou heard this, he frowned and said, "It's been twenty years and you still haven't given up?"
"You don't understand me yet?" Brother Dazhi's eyes darkened and he spoke word by word. "I, Zhang Dazhi, am known for my perseverance."
Seeing Xia Hou's complicated expression, Brother Dazhi encouraged him: "I don't understand you yet? No one taught you back then, how could you do that?"
"Tell me, the opportunity to make a meritorious deed is right in front of me." Brother Dazhi said calmly. “If you confess, you will be treated with leniency, if you resist, you will be treated with severity.”
Xia Hou's face changed suddenly, and he stared at Brother Dazhi with squinted eyes: "I have survived for twenty years. Will I be unable to hold on to this last tremor?"
"Hard to say." Brother Dazhi shook his head. "Those who have traveled a hundred miles are only half-ninety. The more you tremble at the last moment, the easier it will be to lose control."
"Okay." Xia Hou frowned. "I don't know you yet? If I really tell you, you can dig a hole and bury me right where you are."
"It's boring if you say that." Brother Dazhi shrugged. "I have been in prison with you for twenty years, and my anger has long since disappeared. As long as you name me, I will let you go immediately."
After Brother Dazhi said this, he added another note: "I lied to you, I am your grandson."
Xia Hou was tired from sitting and lay down reluctantly: "You talk like farts. Don't talk about being my grandson. Even if you say you lied to me and killed my whole family, I won't believe it."
Brother Dazhi frowned: "That means there's nothing to talk about?"
Xiahou closed his eyes to rest his mind and said calmly: "In a few months, you can slowly talk to the person who takes me out of prison."
Brother Dazhi said expressionlessly: "I'm just a little worried that you won't survive these few months, otherwise I won't rush you."
Xiahou turned his back to Brother Dazhi and his body trembled suddenly.
But he had no choice.
Whether you can endure it or not, you have to endure it.
After a while of silence.
Xia Hou vaguely felt someone approaching from behind.
"How about we talk about your son?" Xia Hou suddenly said.
"What's there to talk about my son? He's very pure and stable."
Brother Dazhi put down the fruit knife in his hand and became obviously interested: "I don't have to worry about it at all."
"He said he had smashed this world to pieces." Xiahou said abruptly. "This is very similar to you."
"Don't say that." Brother Dazhi waved his hands a little ashamed. "I just blew it, my son really did it."
When it comes to his son, Brother Dazhi seems to have opened up his chat box and is not embarrassed: "When it comes to my son, he is more powerful than me, has a higher rank than me, has more brothers than me, and has a better character than me. , I can do whoever I want, never overnight."
"You will know if you have the opportunity to spend a few more days with him. He is definitely a treasure boy." Brother Dazhi grinned.
"But having said that, Mu Xiu is bound to be destroyed by Lin Feng. I am always a little worried that he will be too dazzling and make others jealous. So every time I deal with him, I will deliberately reject his excellence and deny his strength. Could it be that I Can I still be jealous of my son? Ultimately, I just want him to become more mature and stable, but he seems to have misunderstood my good intentions..."
Seeing that Xia Hou didn't respond, Brother Dazhi pulled his shoulder and found that the old dog was asleep. He frowned and said, "You are also a father. Can you respect an old father's words when talking about his outstanding son?" Are you excited?"
Brother Dazhi picked up the fruit knife, picked a random part and smashed it down.
