Chapter 177: Returning to the old house to meet Mr. Jing
At about eight o'clock, Xiao Feng, after finishing some trivial matters, drove Fatty out of the villa.
As for trivial matters, that is eating breakfast, stretching out, chatting with a few beauties, etc. It sounds simple, but it is quite troublesome to do, and I have not been able to get out of it until now.
"Fat man, is Little Wolf okay?" Xiao Feng turned to look at Fatty and asked with a smile.
The fat man grinned: "I just called him and the operation has been completed."
"Haha..." Xiao Feng could not say anything besides smiling.
"Damn, the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple," the fat man said in a depressed tone.
Xiao Feng took out his cigarettes, took out one, and threw the box to the fat man: "Isn't that right? Well, how do I know you know the old guy? Fatty, you don't blame Wu Huan, do you?"
"How could it be? The situation last night was considered a minor one." The fat man lit up his cigarette and started puffing away.
"Hahaha," Xiao Feng laughed, holding a cigarette in his mouth, stepping on the accelerator hard, weaving through the traffic, and drove towards Taohua Hutong.
I have to say that the traffic jams in big cities are really terrible, especially at eight o'clock, which is definitely the rush hour for work. The traffic jams are so strenuous, like constipation.
When encountering this situation, even Schumacher would probably have to look at the car and sigh, cursing "fuck". Xiao Feng followed the traffic and drove forward slowly.
The originally one-hour drive ended up taking nearly two hours to reach Taohua Hutong. Xiao Feng saved time by taking the viaduct and taking a short highway ride. Although young people have a lot of time to squander, they cannot squander it. In traffic jam.
When the Ferrari drove into Taohua Hutong, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet. This place was definitely a paradise in the city. There was no more alcohol, no more people, no more noise... Xiao Feng slowed down the car, he didn't want to break the atmosphere of Taohua Hutong. peaceful.
"So Mr. Jing lives here," the fat man sighed and patted his forehead: "I should have thought of it a long time ago."
"Why, you don't know where he lives," Xiao Feng asked in surprise.
The fat man shook his head: "I don't know, but I have been looking for him. Alas, if I hadn't met you, I probably wouldn't have been able to find him for a while."
"Oh," Xiao Feng nodded and said nothing more. After all, if Mr. Jing can let him come, it means he is one of his own.
The Ferrari slowly stopped at the door of a house. The red-painted door and the shiny copper ring... all showed its antiquity.
Xiao Feng was about to get out of the car when his cell phone rang. He took it out and looked at it with a smile: "Hey, A Tian,"
"Haha, Brother Feng, it's great to hear your voice,"
"Fuck you, it's like I'm dead," Xiao Feng cursed with a smile, thought of something, and asked, "Young people helped solve it,"
"Well, there was a lot of blood last night, Brother Feng. I think someone will stab him at the police station. You have to help suppress it."
Xiao Feng raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Well, leave it to me. I'll say hello to Liu Hua in advance. Don't worry, with Xia Changchun supporting Tianmen, the police are just decorations."
"Where are you? You're out drinking," Huo Tian's voice became much more relaxed.
Xiao Feng raised his head and looked at the sun hanging in the sky, and said speechlessly: "Boy, what kind of wine should you drink in the morning? Be careful when drinking, don't empty yourself. When you have nothing to do, let Wu Huan teach you some skills. Authentic Chinese Kung Fu,”
"Okay, don't lecture me. I'll go to Zamabu in a minute. Okay, hang up first. Oh, Mu Mu said, I'll give you his cell phone."
Xiao Feng rolled his eyes: "Well, hang up," and then hung up the phone.
"Haha, I really envy you for having brothers in life and death," Fatty said. He was someone who had been on the battlefield, so he could naturally see through the brotherhood between Xiao Feng, Huo Tian and others.
Xiao Feng glanced at the fat man and smiled: "What are you envious of? Don't you have any?"
When the fat man heard Xiao Feng's words, the smile on his face disappeared, and a flash of sadness flashed across his face, "Yes, but they are all dead. Xiaolang's father took thirteen bullets for me. Alas, I won't talk about it anymore."
Xiao Feng also sighed. He was in the circle and could understand Fatty's mood. He patted Fatty on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, Fatty, for reminding you of sad things."
"It's okay, let's go, let's go see Mr. Jing," the fat man shook his head and forced a smile.
Xiao Feng and Fatty got out of the car and pushed open the red lacquered door. What caught their eyes was the old locust tree in the courtyard, which was already towering and had luxuriant branches and leaves.
"Old guy, we are here," Xiao Feng patted the bark of the old locust tree as he passed by it. This old locust tree was his childhood friend.
"How unbecoming is it to yell and scream? Come in," Mr. Jing's voice came from the main room.
Xiao Feng shrugged and led the fat man towards the main room. As soon as he entered the room, he could smell the fragrance of tea, which was refreshing.
"Wow, old guy, where did you get the good tea?" Xiao Feng took a deep breath, his face full of enjoyment.
Mr. Jing was sitting next to the table in the middle hall, holding a purple sand teapot in his hand and pouring water into the teacup. He didn't even raise his head and snorted: "Boy, don't make random decisions. Last time you stole my stone monkey." "Zhao, I haven't settled the score with you yet,"
"Come on, old guy, what year are those old almanacs from? Why did they come out again?" Xiao Feng quickly walked to the table, picked up a cup of tea, and drank it.
Xiao Feng's actions made Mr. Jing extremely angry: "You, you are ruining it. Do you drink tea like this?"
"Why don't you just drink it? It's all in your stomach anyway, hehe," Xiao Feng exhaled a breath of hot breath and sat on the chair.
Mr. Jing rolled his eyes at Xiao Feng and simply stopped talking to him. He looked at the fat man at the door: "Boy, what are you doing standing at the door? Do you want me to go over and invite you?"
The fat man was in his thirties and was now called a boy. Instead of feeling awkward, his eyes turned red: "Mr. Jing," he said, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.
The fat man's movements startled Xiao Feng, why did he kneel down without making a sound? However, when he just came back, he also knelt down for Mr. Jing. Xiao Feng did not kneel down or down. The ground was so big that only Jing Lao could make him kneel down willingly.
"Get up," Mr. Jing looked away from the fat man's face and said calmly.
The fat man shook his head vigorously, his fat body trembling, moving on the ground with his legs, and came to Mr. Jing: "Old Jing, I am finally looking for you,"
"Well, I'm going to the toilet, you guys can chat slowly," Xiao Feng drank another cup of tea, stood up and went out.
Xiao Feng originally thought that Fatty and Mr. Jing must have some kind of friendship, but seeing this situation, it was obviously not as simple as friendship. Otherwise, how could they behave like that? Although he was curious, he chose to avoid it. There was room for the two of them.
Xiao Feng took out his cigarette, lit one, and took a deep breath. He raised his left hand and touched the water drop jade pendant around his neck. His parents still had no clues. His sister also misunderstood him in every possible way. Give her a call this afternoon. Well, you have given her enough time to calm down.
Xiao Feng thought of Liao Na, and naturally thought of Jing Beier, why hasn't she come back yet? Tokyo is a paradise for men. She is a girl, so what is there to do? Slowly, Lin Lin, Huo Wu, Han Shuang... all appeared in his thoughts. Alas, there are many headaches, how to deal with them.
After the concert is over and after another round of Mount Tai, it’s time to go to Beijing. I guess Lao Wang can’t wait. Everything must be done as soon as possible. If Zhuge Buliang takes power, there will be My own way of survival?
Xiao Feng was immersed in random thoughts. He didn't know how long it had passed before the sound from the door woke him up. He looked up at the door and saw an old man coming in from the outside with a bag in his hand.
Xiao Feng looked at the old man for a few times. He was well-dressed, with a ruddy face, gray hair, and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked like an old professor in the university. It seemed that this was the old guy's friend again. No, old man I know all of this guy’s friends.
Xiao Feng thought of this, stood up and walked towards the old man: "Hello, old sir, who are you looking for?"
"I'm here to see Mr. Jing. Are you Xiao Feng? We talked on the phone," the old man looked at Xiao Feng with a smile.
Xiao Feng frowned slightly, talking on the phone, yes, this voice was a bit familiar...ah, it was him, Xiao Feng remembered, he was the old man who sold blood, jade and fire phoenix. Although he had never seen a real person before, his voice was Are the same.
"I remember, haha, young man, you have a good memory,"
Xiao Feng cursed in his heart, Damn, you look like a beast in your clothes. You are relying on your old age in front of me, which makes me angry, and I will still slap you. This is not because Xiao Feng doesn't respect the old man, but because he really didn't respect the old man at the beginning. I was so angry at this old guy.
However, despite scolding in his heart, Xiao Feng's face was full of smiles: "Haha, I am very honored to see you. My grandpa is talking about something inside, so I will take you there."
"Young man, if you curse people secretly in your mind, you are not a good young man," the old man said with a smile.
"..." You can imagine the shock in Xiao Feng's heart. Damn it, how did he know?
Go to hell with special abilities and mind-reading abilities. As a generation born in a new society and raised under the red flag, we never believe in this stuff. If there really is any special ability that can read minds, it would be unbelievable. .
"Young man, this is not mind reading," the old man adjusted his glasses and said with a smile.
"..." Xiao Feng had the urge to go crazy and almost couldn't hold back a slap.
Just when Xiao Feng was breaking out in a cold sweat, Mr. Jing's voice came from the main room: "Come in,"
The old man didn't look at Xiao Feng anymore and walked towards the main room with the box. Behind him, Xiao Feng raised a middle finger: Damn, I despise you.
"Don't give me the middle finger behind my back, that's very rude," the old man paused and said without looking back.
Xiao Feng retracted his hand nonchalantly and greeted the old man's ancestors again in his mind. Damn, this old man is so scary. It must be an illusion. He shook his head hard and walked towards the main room.
Just when he was about to enter the main room, he suddenly noticed the window next to the main room. Oh, what kind of mind-reading ability? Damn it, it turns out it's reflected in the glass, so that old guy can see the middle finger.
After figuring out what was going on, the fear in Xiao Feng's heart disappeared instantly. An old guy with his feet on the coffin board could be so awesome. However, he could see the middle finger on the glass, so in his heart I thought, how could he know...