Chapter 9 Do you still have the face to come back after losing?
Lin Xuan didn't want to continue talking about this issue, and couldn't explain it clearly. He took out a cigarette, lit one, and said, "The restaurant is just ahead."
Just as Cheng Chumo was about to say something, he saw Lin Xuan put a small white stick into his mouth. He didn't know how to use it to "click" a flame, and then lit the small white stick.
"What is this?" Cheng Chumo said in surprise.
Lin Xuan blew out a puff of cigarette and said with a look of enjoyment, "This is a cigarette. Do you want one?"
"Give me a try." Cheng Chumo saw Lin Xuan's expression of enjoyment and wanted to give it a try.
Lin Xuan handed Cheng Chumo a cigarette and lit it for him.
Cheng Chumo imitated Lin Xuan and took a deep breath.
"Cough cough cough..."
Lin Xuan rolled his eyes and was very speechless. It was his first time smoking and he took such a big puff. It would be strange if he didn't choke.
"You don't smoke like that." Lin Xuan told Cheng Chumo the method.
"Hey, this stuff is good, very strong." Cheng Chumo took a few puffs as Lin Xuan said and felt comfortable all over.
Soon Cheng Chumo finished smoking the cigarette, and immediately said anxiously, "Give me another one."
Lin Xuan was a little speechless. It was the first time he had become addicted to smoking for the first time, so he had no choice but to light another one for him.
"call!"
Cheng Chumo blew out a puff of cigarette and said with a smile, "Lin Xuan, how about we discuss it? Give me some of your cigarettes, or you can pay for them."
Lin Xuan shook his head and said: "It's not that I'm stingy, I got this with great difficulty. It's really not much, and I don't even have enough."
Just kidding, it’s just one cigarette in total. Who knows if the system will reward you later? What will I do if I give it to you?
Cheng Chumo said flatteringly: "Lin Xuan, are we friends? How can one person enjoy good things to himself?"
Lin Xuanli ignored him and continued to walk forward. Friends are friends, so there is no way to stop smoking.
"Oh, don't go." Cheng Chumo quickly chased after him, and then began to rub him hard.
In the end, Lin Xuan couldn't stand it anymore, so he took out most of the bag he was carrying and said angrily, "That's all. Don't ask me for it again."
"Okay, okay, I promise I won't ask you for it in the future." Cheng Chumo knew that Lin Xuan must have some more, but now he should get the half of the hug and then find a way to get it from Lin Xuan. As for the promise, Cheng Chumo said
He said that his guarantee never counts.
Lin Xuan threw the cigarette to Cheng Chumo with an unhappy look on his face.
Cheng Chumo took the cigarette, smiled happily, then bumped Lin Xuan with his shoulder and said, "Give me the thing you used to light the fire."
Cheng Chumo longed for that thing that could burst into flames with just a touch of a button.
"Don't even think about it. I only have this one for myself. I will give it to you for what I will use." Lin Xuan refused directly.
"If you don't give it, you won't give it. Why are you so angry? You're so stingy." Cheng Chumo muttered.
Lin Xuan staggered and almost fell down, pretending not to hear and continued walking forward.
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"Here we are, Lin Ping went to shopkeeper Zhao to get five guan of money." Lin Xuan said.
"Yes!" Lin Ping quickly entered the restaurant to get money.
Lin Xuan looked at the middle-aged man and said, "I'll collect the money and leave quickly. I don't want to see you again."
Lin Xuan didn't like people who sold their children or daughters at all. He was an orphan in his previous life and hated such people the most.
"Yes, yes, the villain took the money and left immediately." The middle-aged man said quickly.
After a while, Lin Ping came out with a bag and said to Lin Xuan, "Sir, I brought the money, five coins in total."
Lin Xuan said to the middle-aged man, "You count, if there is no problem, leave immediately."
The middle-aged man quickly took the bag, opened it and looked at it. There were five strings of money in the bag. He nodded and said, "No problem, sir, I'll leave now."
It's not that the middle-aged man doesn't want to count, but it's because one thousand coins is equal to one thousand coins, five thousand coins is five thousand coins, and he doesn't think Lin Xuan will miss him as much money as long as he counts.
The middle-aged man took the money bag and left without even saying a word to his daughter.
Lin Xuan looked at the back of the middle-aged man and shook his head. He knew that the middle-aged man must be in a hurry to gamble. He didn't know if he would regret selling his daughter after losing the five pieces of money, but this had nothing to do with him.
It doesn't matter.
"You come home with me later, and you can be my maid from now on." Lin Xuan saw that the woman was uneasy and had a hesitant look on her face, and said with a smile.
"Yes!" the woman responded softly.
After the matter was dealt with and it was getting late, Lin Xuan looked at Cheng Chumo and said, "The restaurant hasn't opened yet, so I can't entertain you. The restaurant will open tomorrow. If you have nothing to do, you can come over tomorrow and I'll treat you to a meal."
After all, he had been beaten so hard that Lin Xuan wanted to treat Cheng Chumo to a meal to make up for it.
Cheng Chumo was a little excited after hearing this, not because he wanted to eat the meal, but because he wanted to see if he could get some cigarettes from Lin Xuan.
But thinking of the injury on his face, Cheng Chumo shook his head: "My face is swollen and it won't go away tomorrow, so I won't be embarrassed."
Lin Xuan didn't try to persuade him again. After all, he was the one who did the beating, and he felt a little embarrassed.
So he said, "Okay, you can come anytime you want in the future."
"Well, now that my face has healed, I will definitely come to see you." Cheng Chumo said.
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Cheng Chumo said goodbye to Lin Xuan and went home.
He originally wanted to hide at other friends' houses and wait until the injury on his face healed before returning.
But if he went to a friend's house with a hurt face, he would definitely be laughed at. Cheng Chumo chose to go home or be laughed at by his friends.
Although you may get beaten by your father when you go home, it is better than being laughed at by your friends.
"Dalang is back. I'm looking for you."
After Cheng Chumo returned home, he wanted to quietly return to his yard, but he didn't expect to be stopped by the housekeeper as soon as he entered the house.
"Uncle Fu, what does my father want from me?" Cheng Chumo had no choice but to turn around and ask.
"I don't know, I don't know. The master asked Da Lang to come back and see him." Cheng Fu was not surprised at all when he saw the injury on Cheng Chumo's face, as if he had been used to it for a long time.
Cheng Chumo knew he couldn't hide, so he nodded and said, "Okay, I understand, where is my father now?"
"The master is having a meal in the hall, please hurry up and go," Cheng Fu said with a smile.
Cheng Chumo nodded and walked towards the hall.
In the Cheng family hall, Cheng Chumo walked in cautiously and saw a rough-looking, burly man sitting in the main seat, holding a leg of lamb in one hand and a wine jar in the other, with his mouth full of oil.
"Dad!" Cheng Chumo shouted.
When Cheng Yaojin saw the injuries on Cheng Chumo's face, he was not surprised and said calmly, "Did you fight with someone again?"
Yes, Cheng Chumo was the son of Cheng Yaojin, the Duke of Suzhou in the Tang Dynasty, but Lin Xuan didn't know that.
"Yeah!" Cheng Chumo said awkwardly.
Cheng Yaojin took a bite of the lamb leg and said, "Winning or losing?"
I have to say that Cheng Yaojin's concerns are different from others. If others knew that his son was injured in a fight, they would definitely care about the injury, but he cares about winning or losing.
Cheng Chumo lowered his head guiltily and said, "Lost...lost."
When Cheng Yaojin heard Cheng Chumo say that he had lost, he put down the leg of lamb, glared, slapped the table, and shouted: "How could I, Cheng Yaojin, give birth to a thing like you? After losing a fight, you still have the nerve to come back."
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Cheng Chumo pulled his head in fear, being scolded by Cheng Yaojin and not daring to refute at all.
Seeing Cheng Chumo's cowardly appearance, Cheng Yaojin became furious and asked loudly, "Who did you lose to? Yuchi Baolin?"
"No, it's a man named Lin Xuan." Cheng Chumo said softly.
"Lin Xuan? Why haven't I heard of this name?" Cheng Yaojin asked doubtfully.
He knew everyone who played with Cheng Chumo, and his martial arts skills were even better than Cheng Chumo's. He didn't want to not hear about it.
"Dad, this Lin Xuan is the son of a merchant. Of course you have never heard of him." Cheng Chumo explained.
"What! You can't even beat a merchant's son?" Cheng Yaojin was furious after hearing this.
He could accept losing to a boy from the same general family, but he couldn't accept losing to a businessman's son. If word spread, he would put his face wherever he could.
His son, Cheng Yaojin, couldn't even beat a businessman's son, and he couldn't even make people like Yu Chigong laugh to death.