The negative emotions such as frustration, unwillingness, fear, regret, etc. in Mr. Long's heart automatically turned into uneducated expressions when expressed in his mouth.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck"
Perhaps feeling the despair of Young Master Long, Zhao Xile raised his head to look at Young Master Long's face, which was distorted by fear, and began to encourage him seriously.
"Uncle Long, don't be afraid. If we die, let's die together. It's no big deal."
Saying this, Mr. Long could not forgive him at all, and he was not in the mood to talk to Zhao Xile.
"It's over, it's over, it's over"
Long Er, who was sitting in the back seat, finally understood the urgency of the matter. He could run by standing with his legs on the ground and run in one go. However, without him escorting the bike, would the bicycle be faster?
Anyway, he never imagined that it would be easier for the bicycle to slow down without its own counterweight.
He firmly protected Mr. Long's waist and assumed the most righteous attitude in his life.
"Brother, don't be afraid. We will handle everything together. I will accompany you."
Being hugged by Long Er, Mr. Long couldn't even jump out of the car and escape alone now. This human seat belt was very strong.
"Dead, dead, dead"
Zhao Xile may be afraid, or may not have developed an attitude towards life and death.
Since Mr. Long said he was dead, he should say some last words, right?
Aren't some things that are hard to say usually said when you are about to die?
"Uncle Long, if my mother comes back, can you forgive her?
I think you still have feelings for her, right?
Can the three of us live together then?"
He said he was dead, but Young Master Long didn't think that death was certain. Breaking bones and tendons was a good option. Hearing Zhao Xile suddenly mention his mother and the misunderstanding he had explained countless times, it really made Young Master Long
Distracted.
No longer looking at the car approaching in front of him, Mr. Long looked at Zhao Xile seriously.
"Xi Le, your mother Liu Xiaohua and I are really innocent.
It is completely simple and has simple financial transactions without any selfish thoughts.
If you have selfish motives, it's just to gain some financial advantage. Your mother has treated you like a leek and paid an IQ tax. It's pitiful and hateful.
Taking care of you is not based on Liu Xiaohua’s affection, but is a continuation of your father’s blessings.”
Long Er was in the back seat, nervous and nervous, and his nagging heart never stopped.
"Little brat, don't even think about it.
My eldest brother is so happy now that he can have your mother?
Not to mention a second marriage, but also a child, how can you compare with that He Naiko?"
It was crooked, and one word caused Long Er to go astray. When Young Master Long looked at Zhao Xile, tears began to well up in his eyes, and they were about to fall down.
"Uncle Long, is it because of that foreign bitch that you don't want to continue dating my mother?
You can’t forget your roots.”
These words were not childlike at all, and they made Master Long feel guilty.
"No, it's not because of her that I
No, I have never dated your mother, really.
That's my sister-in-law. I have a bottom line as a human being.
I have never forgotten my roots.”
In Mr. Long's feeble explanation, the bicycle hit the car, and all three people flew up, flying towards the front windshield of the car without any suspense.
After Long Shaofei got up, he couldn't remember any mantras or nonsense. He licked his face and hit the car window. His posture was not very good-looking and he was very decisive.
Getting closer and closer to the car glass, Mr. Long finally saw the person in the car, yes, the person driving the car.
She has delicate features, big eyes and double eyelids, and a bald head.
Moreover, this bald head looks very familiar, as if it is his own craftsmanship?
Ah, isn't this Xiao Sun, the clerk from Cai Gen's store?
Why did he hit me to death?
Mr. Long's trajectory was facing the co-pilot. He turned his head to look at Xiao Sun, and finally looked at the co-pilot.
He has a fat face, a bald head, and a cigarette hanging from his mouth. There is no panic in his eyes, and he is completely resigned to his fate. Does this temperament look familiar?
Damn it, it doesn’t look familiar. Isn’t this Cai Gen?
The moment he recognized Cai Gen, Mr. Long was overjoyed. All his support finally appeared, such as He Naizi and Tai Qinggou. Everything was promising, right?
But then, as he got closer and closer to that face, Young Master Long suddenly thought of another thing.
Why did Cai Gen hit me to death?
Is it because I pretended to be a colleague of Shi Huozhu and rebelled?
Or is it because of the incident where He Naizi and I went to the kang to draw blood?
Or maybe it’s because I know too much and I want to silence you?
Alas, the moment he thought of this, Mr. Long felt relieved.
It seems that Cai Gen is no longer the Cai Gen who saved him in Jiujiazi Village.
Not even because Zhao Xile felt sorry for Cai Gen, who helped him pay for Zhao Erniu's funeral expenses.
He became aware of choices, became decisive in killing, and became ruthless and unjust.
Mr. Long felt that Zhao Xile was flying out beside him, and he also crashed into the car glass. A bloody head would be the best result, but most likely his brain would burst, right?
Cai Gen actually attacked a child and was so cruel. Can there be some bottom line?
Unconsciously, Young Master Long spoke out what was in his heart.
"Cai Gen, you have changed, you have changed"
The reason why he was able to think of so many questions was not that Young Master Long was quick in thinking, nor that time slowed down at the moment of collision, but that he had hit the car glass now, like chopsticks stuck in jelly, motionless.
Mr. Long is like chopsticks, and car glass is like skin jelly.
He stood face to face with Cai Gen without moving, and even showed a disappointed expression on Cai Gen unconsciously. The scene was very embarrassing.
By the way, why did Cai Gen want to hit Mr. Long?
I really don’t blame Cai Gen for this.
After Duan Xiaohong and his wife finished their troubles and squatted in the back of the car, Na Qi got on the road again.
It was relatively calm this time. Zhen Shuiyin only got out of the car twice, and Xiao Tmall accompanied her. She almost vomited her gall.
Fortunately, Xiao Tmall, as a warehouse keeper, usually hid a lot of food secretly. He took out several bottles of yogurt and distributed them to everyone to replenish. The car was dark, so I didn't know if it was expired or not.
Just after drinking a bottle of yogurt, Cai Gen's phone rang. When he took it out, he saw that it was Brother Shui.
Has he sobered up?
Also, the wine I drank at noon on the first grade of junior high school is now the evening of the second grade of junior high school. It’s almost enough to take a day off.
"Brother Shui, are you okay?"
"Well? What can happen to me?
Lao Gen, where are you? What are you doing? Why is the signal so bad?"
Judging from the sound, he must have sobered up. Cai Gen decided not to reveal that he was short. It would not be a big deal to stick his head in the toilet. The sound on the phone was intermittent, and the mobile phone signal was indeed not good.
"Ah, it's okay. I'm going out of town to do some errands. What's wrong?"
"You're out of town? When will you be back?"
Cai Gen didn't have to think, he opened his mouth and made an excuse.
"If you go to the countryside and visit one door, there will be one"
"Lao Gen, what are you saying? I can't hear you clearly."
It seemed like the signal was really bad, so Cai Gen decided to get straight to the point.
"Brother Shui, if you have anything to do, just tell me."
"Xiaoqiang told me that you called me yesterday.
What's going on?"
It turned out to be the matter of the second shopkeeper, Cai Genxin.
