When Qin Mengyao came closer, Uncle Zhao stood up and gently placed the book on the table.
Ordinary movements look so fluid and pleasing to the eye.
Uncle Zhao, who was already tall and tall, now exudes a strong bookish air, but also has a bit of strength, just like a lone pine on a cliff, floating away from the dust.
Not only Qin Mengyao, but also Zhao Tianyou was dumbfounded.
Where is that oily-faced, shirtless old man playing cards?
In front of him was a soft-spoken, elegant middle-aged man with a mature and charming smile that was even more charming than a movie star.
Uncle, are you a magician? Why are your temperaments so different?
Uncle Zhao glanced at Zhao Tianyou and said, "Tianyou, move a chair for Teacher Qin and make a pot of tea."
Why me again? Zhao Tianyou slandered a few words and trotted all the way.
Qin Mengyao sat down. She looked at Uncle Zhao and her face turned red involuntarily: "I came here today to talk about Zhao Tianyou's premature love."
"Puppy love?" Uncle Zhao glanced at him and saw that Zhao Tianyou had already gone to hide in his room.
"with who?"
"There is a girl in their class."
"No way?" Uncle Zhao said in a low voice: "I know this nephew of mine. He has always been cautious and arrogant. I don't think there are many girls in Laomiao Middle School who can catch his eye."
Zhao Tianyou, who was hiding under the quilt, rolled over and almost jumped up and shouted: Uncle, I love you.
Qin Mengyao glanced at Uncle Zhao strangely, thinking that this guy was as thick-skinned as his nephew.
But Liu Yun is the deputy mayor's daughter after all. It would be difficult to explain herself without inviting Uncle Zhao to come over. Qin Mengyao said carefully: "She is deputy mayor Liu's daughter."
Uncle Zhao looked at Qin Mengyao with a normal expression and said, "Teacher Qin, if you have anything to say, just say it."
Qin Mengyao whispered: "Liu Yun's mother Zhang Yuhua wants to talk to you."
Uncle Zhao said: "Teacher Qin, I firmly support your work."
As a result, Qin Mengyao felt a little apologetic: "Her mother is the director of the Municipal Women's Federation, and her temper may be a bit irritable."
Uncle Zhao said confidently: "Teacher Qin, don't worry, I have never seen anyone in my life. I will communicate well with her."
After talking for a while, Qin Mengyao left.
Uncle Zhao walked Qin Mengyao to the door. Suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the crackling of his joints was heard. Uncle Zhao pounced on Qin Mengyao like a tiger.
Qin Mengyao was shocked. Before she could shout, she was knocked down by Uncle Zhao.
There was a crashing sound, the bluestone slab on the ground flashed with sparks, and stone chips flew into the air.
Uncle Zhao held Qin Mengyao and rolled around on the ground several times before he supported her up against the wall.
Qin Mengyao was in shock, and she said in a trembling voice: "What happened?"
Uncle Zhao pointed with his hand and saw a yellow bullet shell on the ground. Qin Mengyao's face turned pale when he saw it.
Who is it? Why did he want to assassinate himself?
Qin Mengyao felt that her mind was so confused.
Uncle Zhao whispered: "You stand here and don't move. This is a blind spot for shooting. I will come as soon as I go."
Uncle Zhao's figure flashed, and Qin Mengyao didn't see clearly how he moved. She only saw a white lightning cutting into the night.
On the tall building opposite, a tall sniper was still taking aim.
The fatal shot missed. The sniper kept changing his direction and aiming. He could even vaguely see the shadow of the woman opposite him.
At the employer's request, everyone in the butcher shop was killed. The sniper had already seen the woman's shadow, but couldn't find the right angle to shoot from.
***, this is a blind spot for shooting, the sniper can only wait patiently.
Behind him, there was a sound.
An inexplicable coldness hit him, and the sniper raised his gun and turned around in fear.
He only saw a ghostly figure flashing, his abdomen hurt, and then he was lifted up by his head and feet.
The sniper struggled desperately to resist, but his opponent held his ankles, and strange internal energy penetrated into his meridians, as if his legs did not belong to him.
"Tell me, who sent you here?" The voice condensed into a line and reached his ears, like a thunderous explosion. The sniper was instantly dazed, and as if he was being hypnotized, he uttered three words: "The Whale Gang."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the sniper regretted it. How could he go against the killer's principles and take the initiative to confess.
Just when the sniper was confused, the person suddenly punched the sniper on the neck, and the sniper collapsed to the ground like a snake with its bones removed.
Uncle Zhao killed the sniper, and two strange figures appeared behind him. They were Uncle Gen and Widow Tian.
"Boss, who did this?" Uncle Gen asked expressionlessly, while Widow Tian had an indifferent look on her face, as if they were used to it and were not surprised.
"People from the Whale Gang."
A look of anger flashed across Uncle Gen's face, and he said solemnly: "I know what to do."
As he spoke, Uncle Gen bent down and threw the body into a sack. His figure flashed and disappeared into the night.
Widow Tian looked at Uncle Zhao with a hint of concern in her eyes, as if the person in front of her was the only one in the world worthy of her attention.
"Changfeng, the calm will be broken soon."
Uncle Zhao stared at the dark night sky and sighed: "What is supposed to come will always come. At least we have gained peace like never before in these ten years."
There was a hint of satisfaction on Widow Tian's face: "We have lived in seclusion in the city for ten years, but we don't feel lonely. The ordinary years turned out to be very interesting." Then Widow Tian changed the subject and said: "You little one hiding in the corner.
My lover can't wait any longer, why don't you go and comfort him?"
Uncle Zhao had a cool smile on his face: "Firefox, am I the kind of person who thinks differently?"
Widow Tian smiled beautifully, twisted her graceful waist and walked over. She touched Uncle Zhao's face with her beautiful hands, stared at him affectionately and said, "Of course you are not. Other men are beasts, but you are the saint of love."
Uncle Zhao grabbed her hand, patted her plump buttocks gently, and said with a smile: "Since I am a lover, I still have to clean up the mess and go to your house for tea tomorrow."
Widow Tian felt a strong wind blowing on her face, and her hands were empty. Uncle Zhao had disappeared.
"You dead man, tomorrow - you must come tomorrow."
When Uncle Zhao returned to the courtyard, Qin Mengyao was still hiding in the corner and shivering. The thrill of that moment completely overturned her cognition.
Who is the other party and why does he want to deal with himself or, more importantly, the uncles and nephews of the Zhao family? This is a question that Qin Mengyao wants to know but is afraid to know.
Uncle Zhao walked up to her and said softly: "Don't be afraid, everything has been resolved."
Qin Mengyao raised her head, and the man opposite her was looking at her with big, bright eyes, clear and firm, like the warm sun dispelling the fear in her heart.
Qin Mengyao fell into Uncle Zhao's arms and hugged him tightly.
The two stood like this against the wall until they separated after a few minutes.
"Who is the other party? Why do you want to use a black gun?" Qin Mengyao asked worriedly.
Uncle Zhao smiled coldly and said: "The business enemies have been resolved."
Qin Mengyao did not continue to ask. Some things were beyond her knowledge. She had always been in contact with innocent students and lived a nearly isolated life on campus.
Those darkness and ugliness did not exist in her heart at all.
Qin Mengyao lowered her head and said, "I'm going back to school."
When speaking, Qin Mengyao's eyes were endearing.
Uncle Zhao understood what the other party meant, so he closed the courtyard door and drove her old pickup truck to take her home.