Could it be that in Cai Gen's heart, his only advantage is that he is cute?
Shi Huozhu shut her mouth in time to keep herself cute.
As soon as everyone formed a tacit understanding, a first-class light of fire fell from the sky.
Tong Aijia, wearing a shaman robe, landed directly on the big ice hunchback and shouted exaggeratedly.
"Oh, Cai Gen, you're awake.
Where is the arhat holding a bowl?
Were you beaten away?
It's over, why don't you send me a letter?
I was so anxious that I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I ran away and started to smoke."
Cai Gen felt a little angry when he saw Tong Aijia's impatience and affectation.
Who can I count on?
If we really waited for this old man to put out the fire, our hair would be burnt.
You came late and still dared to complain about not sending me a letter. What did you think?
Fortunately nothing big happened here, no one can count on it.
Next time, if I am still unconscious or something, I will hide in the store with my whole family and never go out. There is really no sense of security.
"Uncle Tong, have you watched too many Hong Kong movies?
Your siren won't sound until it's done.
By the time you come to solve the problem, we will all be out of breath."
Cai Gen quickly borrowed the lines they used to talk about himself, feeling that it would be more appropriate to use them on Tong Aijia.
Automatically ignoring the dissatisfaction in Cai Gen's words, Tong Aijia looked around for a long time, as if something was missing.
"Cai Gen, I just saw a golden flower falling from the sky from a distance.
Where is the golden flower? Is it gone?"
This old man actually still misses Jinhua?
Cai Gen's mentality immediately deteriorated, and the golden flower had already been put away.
Isn’t this just worrying about what’s in your pocket?
Pretending to be a joke, he interrupted and teased Tong Aijia.
"Uncle Tong, what kind of golden flower are you?
How far did you see it?
Are you afraid of the Arhats to the west, who have been watching the fun from a distance?
Did you see some golden flowers and get greedy, so you came here?"
Tong Aijia was so angry that she took off her mask, pointed at Cai Gen with a red face and cursed.
"Little brat Cai Gen, you don't know a good heart.
After receiving your letter, I rushed here in a hurry.
On the way, I was stopped by a man named Xie An'an.
What the hell, I played more than a thousand wooden figures with my senior grandfather.
After seeing the golden flower born, he let me come over.
Just this once? I won't get involved in your affairs next time.
I’m so suffocated.”
Xie uneasy?
Why is there anything that worries Xie An?
This surprised Cai Gen.
Could it be that even the senior master couldn't beat Xie An'an?
Right? You wooden man, don't move? I don't blame the old man for feeling aggrieved.
"Uncle Tong? Then why did Xie An'an stop you?"
"Don't you know why you stopped me?
Don’t you have any idea about this?”
Tong Aijia asked this? Cai Gen really had nothing to say.
Xie An'an is targeting himself. Is that an issue left over from history? It has never been resolved.
Hurry up and appease the old man? Although you are late, you are here after all.
And it was achieved through a lot of hard work, so I have to be grateful.
It's okay to just be a little funny, but it can't really chill people's hearts? That would be a bit ignorant.
"It's okay now that it's okay.
Thank you so much? A friend is truly a friend in need.
You know how kind you are to me, Cai Gen."
Cai Gen has rich experience in fighting against elderly people like Tong Aijia.
Even if you can straighten out Naqi, let alone Tong Aijia?
To follow a donkey, you have to go along with it? You can't be harsh.
Tong Aijia was obviously relieved, but she was determined in her heart.
What happens to Cai Gen in the future? It’s better to stay less involved.
There are too many weird things that cannot be handled by a shaman on his own.
Just like Xie An'an just now? Just to stop himself.
If you want to destroy yourself, is it easy? It's so scary.
"This is like a human saying.
But? Cai Gen? You should be more careful and don't make trouble all the time.
You still don’t know what’s going on with yourself?
Can ordinary people touch what you have done?
If he were an Arhat or something, everyone could still help.
In case, hey, don’t say anything, it’ll be fine now.”
How did you say this?
Cai Gen was unhappy.
Why are you so calm, as if you are just looking for trouble?
Wasn't it because of your ancestral soul's benevolence that you fell into a coma?
However, if this matter is discussed upwards, I will not be able to understand it.
Cai Gen decisively gave up, and he will suffer some losses if he suffers.
"Uncle Tong, let's go and go indoors to warm up.
Drink some hot water, it's really hard work.
Azhu, hold your grandson in your arms."
Cai Gen helped Huang Xiaomao up and walked into the small building.
It's indeed a bit cold outside, and it's not the right place to talk.
A group of people came to the second floor with their hands on their backs.
Although it is not his own home, Cai Gen has lived here for more than ten days and no one has left.
Pour water when it's time to pour water, smoke when it's time to smoke.
Li Saishi didn't feel anything bad.
After all, this group of people has brought them a lot of joy.
After drinking tea and lighting a cigarette, Cai Gen looked at his grandson lying on his hospital bed.
Should this situation be resolved by sending him to the hospital or letting the calf spring its hooves?
"Uncle Tong, look at my grandson.
Does shamanism have any good treatment for this situation?"
As soon as Tong Aijia went upstairs, she saw Li Saishi, and her eyes widened.
Whether it's drinking water or smoking, I'm very cautious.
I want to say something to Li Saishi, but I don't dare to say it. It's a bit slippery.
So much so that he didn't take a word of what Cai Gen said to heart.
Cai Gen asked again but got no response, and then he realized something was wrong with Tong Aijia's family.
Why is this old man so reckless?
I couldn't walk when I saw the old lady.
Well, that's not right.
This is Uncle Tong, the straight man’s Uncle Tong.
It's not that Mr. Tong who always comes to wander around.
Could it be that Uncle Tong did not sprout until he was over a hundred years old in late spring?
No, absolutely not.
Cai Gen couldn't accept it from any aspect.
If something really happened, how would I face Brother Shui in the future?
You can't say, I found you a grandpa, right?
"Uncle Tong, please control yourself.
This is my friend Brother Shui’s grandma.
Grandma Li, this is the home of my buddy Tong Ai."
Cai Gen deliberately played a trick and pulled the seniority apart so that Tong Aijia could retreat.
However, Tong Aijia didn't have any hair.
He actually just glanced at Cai Gen complainingly, and then shouted out.
"Hello Grandma Li, just call me Xiao Tong."
Oh my gosh, everyone was stunned instantly.
Although the shaman's shirt is barefoot, his thinking is not unusual.
An old man in his 100s called an old lady in her 90s grandma, and he did so shyly.
It was like five thunders striking the top, making everyone scorched on the outside and tender on the inside.
Cai Gen, the instigator, regretted a little, overestimating Tong Aijia's self-esteem.
Li Saishi was not surprised when she saw Tong Aijia's appearance.
When I heard the title, it seemed even more natural.
"Ah, little Tong, smoke and drink water.
Cai Gen’s friend is my grandson Ah Shui’s friend.
Treat it like your own home, don't be polite."
Okay, great, that’s the rhythm.
Cai Gen felt very happy, as if some prank had succeeded.
Smiling and laughing, there is always some uneasiness in my heart.
I seem to have forgotten something, but it is still very important.