Lopez is not as good as killing all directions in the dark world at this moment. He looks a little old, and his dusk aura is much stronger than when he showed up in the South China Sea before.

If Su Rui had seen him like this, he would probably not be able to recognize him.

"You haven't been here for more than 20 years. You are really able to stand your mind, so you don't worry about going wrong?" The owner of the noodle restaurant said, wiping his sweat, taking the initiative to serve two plates of side dishes, and taking two bottles of cold beer, and sitting opposite Lopez.

The restaurant owner is white and fat, with a bald head, looks in his fifties, and he smiles when he speaks. His noodles are very cheap and his business is very good.

However, over the years, this small noodle restaurant has not been moved to a better location and has not expanded its operations. There are only a few small tables in the store, plus the simple folding tables at the door. From the afternoon school time, students from nearby middle schools are crowded with students.

"Is there anything I have to worry about? Aren't you watching here?" Lopez's index finger and thumb were on the bottle cap, and the bottle cap popped out a long way. White foam gurgled out of the mouth of the bottle, and a thin layer of water was covered with the body of the bottle, which felt very summery.

"Besides, this path was not originally planned by me. In a broader sense, I was just a bystander from beginning to end." Lopez shook his head, pushed the black-framed glasses from the bridge of his nose to the top of his head, and said, "I don't have such a strong hatred for Atlantis. Those grievances have long since dissipated."

Old friends reunion, summer beer, this should have been a very beautiful picture.

Lopez poured two glasses of wine, touched the boss, and drank it all in one gulp.

"I haven't drunk beer in years." Lopez coughed twice, as if he was choking when drinking.

"Are you reading glasses?" The owner of the noodle restaurant reached out and took off the reading glasses on Lopez's head, then closed one eye and looked at it, then said, "I didn't expect that even you can't resist aging."

"You are older than me and look very young." Lopez smiled, took his glasses over, and then put them on his head again: "You don't move the noodle restaurant, and those guests didn't notice that you haven't grown old all these years?"

Didn't get older!

This sentence undoubtedly reveals a very critical message!

"Yes, because I have good maintenance." The noodle restaurant owner said with a smile. Of course, as for whether this is the final real answer, it is unknown. "Besides, the children here graduated after a few years of schooling, and one after another, who can tell?"

When the boss spoke, he also wiped the sweat beads on his face with a towel on his shoulder. Indeed, if you look closely, there were really not many wrinkles on his face, and the fullness and gloss of his skin were much better than Lopez.

Lopez ate a few bites of fried noodles with sauce, then put down his chopsticks and shook his head: "In the past, when I couldn't eat noodles, I was very greedy. Now, when I came back, I found that I was already at the age of not being able to eat, which was a pity."

As he said that, he pushed the remaining half bowl of noodles aside and began to sip the beer in small sips.

This old man with reading glasses on his head showed a little desolate moment, just like the most common old people next door on the street, those disputes of interests, those

The changes in the wind seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"To be honest, I'm not very old." The owner of the noodle restaurant put away the smile that had been hanging on his face for decades. He looked at Lopez and sighed softly, with a complex light in his eyes. "But you, the speed of aging is beyond my expectations. I thought that your return this time would not change from more than twenty years ago."

"I'm worried about too many things, so I'm getting old soon." Lopez smiled self-deprecatingly: "Besides, living in this life is no longer meaningful, isn't it?"

"It really surprised me to say such slutty words from your mouth." The boss filled Lopez with beer and then said, "In my opinion, you are obviously the most ambitious person in the world. You are so unhappy, not like you."

"The Wuchen Knife is broken." Lopez said suddenly.

"Wuchen Dao, what is that?" The owner of the noodle restaurant frowned and thought for a while, then suddenly realized that the expression on his face began to become more complicated: "Have you forgotten her yet?"

"It's not that I haven't forgotten it, I just feel that this seems to have become an obsession. The more you can't get many things, the more you will be uneasy." Lopez shook his head, clinked his glass with the boss, and drank it all in one go.

After hearing this, the noodle restaurant owner said nothing, but just lowered his head and opened another bottle of beer and poured it on Lopez.

Silently clinked glasses and drank them all in one go.

Putting down the cup, Lopez turned his head and looked around: "You are really good here. The fireworks in the city are quite strong. If you are in a good mood, your health will be better."

The saying that it is good for health seems to mean something.

"It's too ambitious, so it's not good for your body," said the boss. "You always think about overturning the entire dark world and treating it as your life goal... Well, this is really too tiring, it's tiring to think about it."

"Actually, this is not very tired." Lopez shook his head: "After all, I'm now open. It doesn't make much sense to create a big trouble in the dark world. Moreover, when the young people in the dark world have grown up, the opportunities left for us old guys will be less and less."

Recommended, [Mimi Reading App] is really good, it is worth installing. After all, you can cache reading and read offline!

"Just like these students, a generation of new people will be replaced by old people. Our old guys will always be eliminated. If you feel tired, just come to me to rest." The boss smiled and said, "Come on, help me. If you wash vegetables and cut vegetables every day, maybe your mood will be better, and I will pay you a salary."

He obviously also saw that Lopez's old attitude at this time was probably due to the influence of his mood.

"Do I still need your salary?" Lopez shook his head, drank the beer in his glass, and sighed: "I can't help myself."

"Is it possible that someone can really control you?" said the boss.

Lopez's eyes began to become deeper: "Now, only time and life can control me."

Time and life.

"You can't compete with these two things," said the noodle restaurant owner.

Lopez looked at him: "But, from you, I saw another answer, whether it is life or time, these two things are quite wide when treating you.

It's okay."

The boss smiled and took a sip of wine: "That's because I was a person who treated life with tolerance."

"Treat life with tolerance?" Lopez was silent for a while and took the initiative to change the topic: "If you don't talk about these things, it's rare to meet again, and the topic you talk about is so heavy."

"Aren't these heavy weights brought by you?" The owner of the noodle restaurant smiled: "I said you, you are also the one who is about to step into the urn with one foot. Why can't you look more and give up more?"

"I've come to your noodle restaurant to eat noodles, but I still say I can't let it go?" As Lopez said this, scenes of past events seemed to flash in front of his eyes.

Then, he smiled, took the initiative to bring the remaining half bowl of noodles over, chewed it slowly and finished it.

"Have you met that girl recently?" said the noodle restaurant owner.

"Not seen it." Lopez shook his head: "I originally wanted to take that girl away."

"With your style of conduct, should we set some routines next to let the girl be discovered by Atlantis?" The owner of the noodle restaurant shook his head: "Otherwise, what is your purpose of cultivating her? Isn't it just to overthrow the golden family?"

"The most essential meaning of cultivating that girl is to continue Vera's hatred, that's all." Lopez spread his hands, drank the beer in the glass, and then remained silent for two minutes.

For these two minutes, the restaurant owner kept looking at Lopez: "I see, you are not determined, you have changed your mind."

"Villa is dead, and those hatreds can be eliminated," said Lopez.

"Your attitude towards Vera will always make me have an illusion." The noodle shop owner smiled: "It feels Vera is more like your son, not like Curtis's son."

Lopez looked up at the noodle restaurant owner: "You better stop talking nonsense, I have never cuckolded Curtis."

The boss shrugged and said, "No matter whether what you said is true or false, there is no way to verify it."

Then, the boss took out a box of cigarettes from his apron's pocket and placed them on the table: "I haven't smoked for many years, right? Let's have one?"

Lopez shook his head, he just pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette box and sniffed it, but it never lit it.

After the boss ignited, he took a sip and said, "How are you going to treat that girl? Keep it or kill it?"

Lopez looked at him silently, and was silent for more than ten seconds before saying, "How about letting her live as a normal person?"

The smile of the noodle restaurant owner began to become brighter, and his eyes were almost crushed by the fat meat on his face: "Then I have been in vain for so many years?"

"Must and wrong." Lopez smiled.

The bright smile of the noodle restaurant owner finally turned into a look of relief: "Believe it or not, if you said you wanted to kill that girl just now, I would definitely lift the table and open your head with a beer bottle."

"You, you are guarding that girl and making love." Lopez shook his head and said.

The owner of the noodle restaurant narrowed his eyes and took a sip of cigarettes: "I've grown up watching this girl, so I don't want to turn her into a tool, even if this girl can make people with inherited blood useless."
Chapter completed!