Lin Yao made eye contact with the child and found that their eyes were not aligned because the child was looking at what was behind him.
He then turned around and looked back with a sense of relief. He wanted to observe the parents who left their seven or eight-year-old children alone in the hospital to get an IV drip.
"How long have you been here?" A man walked quickly behind me, holding a bag in his hand.
"Not long." The child smiled happily.
Lin Yao quickly turned his head back, stared at his shoes, and even bent down and pretended to pick at his shoes twice.
No way! That Cherokee guy
Although Lin Yao only saw half of the man's face, he was deeply impressed by the arrogant expression on his face. What a coincidence!
The man probably didn't notice the surprised Lin Yao at all. He walked around him, squatted in front of the child, and took out a small lunch box and a small fork from his bag: "I bought you dumplings."
"Dad, aren't you going to work today?" the child asked vaguely, poking a dumpling with a fork and putting it into his mouth.
"I'll stay with you until you finish your injection." The man touched the child's head and just squatted in front of him without sitting down.
Lin Yao stared at the back of the man's head. A man who looked about the same age as Lin Zong actually had a son this old... Lin Yao calculated and didn't expect that there were still people like his parents who married and had children early in this day and age.
After the child ate three dumplings, he suddenly raised his head and looked towards Lin Yao. This time he stared at his face with real intent: "Brother, do you want to eat?"
Brother? Lin Yao was stunned. Was this kid's eyesight bad, or was he unable to calculate the generation? By calling him that, he instantly became a generation behind that buddy.
But before he could correct the child, the child's father turned around with a lunch box.
Lin Yao believed that this man must have recognized him as the person who had scolded and blocked his car half an hour ago. The moment he turned around, his eyes narrowed, which explained everything.
Lin Yao didn't care about anything else. He jumped up, grabbed the pole of his IV bottle, turned around and walked out of the injection room.
"Why doesn't that brother pay attention to me?" The child behind him was a little depressed.
"I'm not ignoring you. That brother is in a hurry to go to the toilet. He has to pee urgently." The child's father comforted him.
Damn it! This is retaliation!
Lin Yao quickened his pace and rushed out of the injection room. He walked around the hospital corridor twice and found the toilet. Now that he was out, he might as well go to the toilet.
Guan Ze looked at the "brother" who was walking briskly while carrying an IV pole like a flag bearer. He must be seeing things, because he was the one who was driving at 30 miles per hour in front of him in the morning.
"Dad, can you take me out to play this weekend?" The child's attention was quickly diverted and he shook Guan Ze's arm.
"I'll take you to play on the pirate ship when you get better," Guan Ze touched his head, "but Aunt Lu called me the other day and said you were absent in class, so she asked me not to take you out to play for a month."
The child’s name is Lu Teng. He was sponsored by Guan Ze in an orphanage. Because he had a slight disability in his legs, his parents secretly abandoned him at the door of the orphanage when he was three months old.
Two years ago, when Guan Ze passed by the welfare home, he was irritated by the way Lu Teng stared at him through the iron gate, so he went to the welfare home to apply for the sponsorship procedures that day.
But the kid started chasing him and calling him dad from that day on. He spent a month trying to get Lu Teng to call him uncle but failed, so he had no choice but to leave it like that.
"I won't be absent from duty anymore." Lu Teng bit his lip.
"Promise?" Guan Ze pinched a dumpling and put it into his mouth.
"ensure."
"Then I'll sneak you out on Saturday."
When Lin Yao carried the iron frame back to the injection room, the father and son were still chatting, one sitting and the other squatting. He hesitated for a while, then went in and found a place to sit in the corner by the wall.
There was a gentle message on the phone, Sister Xiao, I heard that the PK rules are going to be changed. One account can only kill or be killed five times a day, no more than that!
He held the phone in a daze for a while, and when he was about to call back to ask for details, several text messages came in. They were all sent by friends in the gang. The content was very consistent, saying that the PK rules had to be changed because they had dominated the server for too long.
"Fuck." Lin Yao cursed softly. This news made him very depressed.
Lin Yao has been playing this game for two years. Originally, he had no interest in this kind of ancient style game. He would rather play Monopoly in the dormitory. But in his junior year, he met his first crush on QQ who he had lost contact with inexplicably in high school. The boy said to him, "Let's play games together when we are free. It's quite fun."
At that time, Lin Yao was trapped in the painful abyss of secretly loving a senior who was about to graduate, and he was unable to extricate himself. He was miserable and anxious in the dormitory every day.
In the spirit of distraction, he inexplicably followed this kid to play this game with the background of Tang Monk seeking Buddhist scriptures. But before playing for two days, just when the free time was used up, this kid recharged him a few cards and disappeared.
At that time, Lin Yao's female demon character named "Smiling Beauty" had just reached a level high enough to enter the city. Although he was somewhat puzzled by the inexplicable disappearance of his first love, new maps like Chang'an and Luoyang made him curious like a countryman entering the city, so he continued to play alone.
The most important thing is that while fooling around, Lin Yao discovered that he didn't even know when his senior went for internship.
This thing called secret crush is too unreliable.
Although he didn't expect that his secret crush that lasted for a whole semester would end in just one week, it was indeed a good thing. At least he didn't have to go to the cafeteria on time every day to wait for his senior to come for meals.
As he was deep in thought, his phone rang. He picked up the phone without checking the caller ID. A voice with a Cantonese accent came over: "Wife, are you still in the hospital?"
This man’s name is Shenqiu Luofeng, also known as a madman, and he is his husband in the game.
He and Fengzi had never met, but they had played together for more than a year and had never had any conflicts. They were recognized as the "Three-life Model Couple" on their server, and were even quite famous on other servers. They were the first couple to be together after the reincarnation system was launched on this server, and everyone envied them to the point of gnashing their teeth.
The fact that a few players on their server had formed a gang to dominate the server had long been a hot topic on the forum, and he and Crazy were the main force behind the domination of the server. In the eyes of the vast majority of people on this poor server who were unable to upgrade because of this gang of people, they were definitely the ones to be criticized by everyone.
At the beginning, he and the madman had a very good relationship, they were close friends. He didn't feel anything about the madman calling his wife "his wife" all the time. But after a long time, he felt a little uncomfortable. The madman acted like a big brother in public, but his stingy behavior behind the scenes was unbearable for Lin Yao.
Lin Yao is a RMB player, and he always keeps one or two thousand RMB in game coins on his account for emergency use. Crazy knew his account, and he would tell him when he took money from him at first, and sometimes he would return it, but gradually he became as comfortable with it as if it were his own money, and he would use it to buy equipment, summoned beasts, and even to learn a skill, he would use money from his account to buy a team, and he had the air of a nouveau riche.
The key point is that this nouveau riche has been using Lin Yao's money to get rich, which makes Lin Yao a little speechless.
The reason why Lin Yao had been enduring it was because he had played with Crazy for too long, and he was the main force in the server. The various relationships between them were intricate and complicated. If he wanted to completely cut off all ties, he had to stop playing games. In addition, he had the reputation of "Model Couple for Three Generations". Those who were suppressed by them were waiting for them to do something so that they could take advantage of the chaos to regain their lost ground.
"I'm in the hospital. What's the matter?" Lin Yao adjusted the small roller of the IV to the maximum.
"Rouqing led people to kill Dadao's friend this morning. Now Dadao is a little unhappy and they are arguing." The madman had a strong Cantonese accent and couldn't help speaking Cantonese after a few words. His speech was so fast that Lin Yao had to prick up his ears to understand. "Now I heard that the PK rules are going to be changed. The world channel is almost flooded with people scolding our gang. Can you go online?"
"Just kill him, why is he talking so much nonsense? His friends don't fight for the boss, how can Rouqing kill him!" Lin Yao was annoyed, "I'm on the line, I'm on an IV, it takes half an hour to pump it into my veins at the maximum setting."
After saying this, he hung up the phone. After putting the phone back in his pocket, he realized that several uncles and aunts who were receiving IV drips were looking at him with an indescribable look. He grinned at one of the aunties, and she quickly turned her head away.
After finally finishing the drip like filling a thermos bottle, Lin Yao felt his feet a little weak while holding the cotton swab in his hand. He felt like he was twisting his body with every step. After walking out of the injection room, he stood in the hospital lobby for a while before he felt better.
"Dad," the child's crisp voice came from behind, "How long do you want to press it?"
"Just press it until you get to school."
Lin Yao didn't look back. Just by hearing the child's voice he knew that the father and son had come out. What a shame! He quickly strode towards the parking lot.
In order to avoid seeing the guy in Cherokee again, he rushed to his car at full speed. When he opened the car door, he took the time to glance back and saw that the man also entered the parking lot with a child in his arms. After saying something to the child, he put him on the ground.
The child's hand was still holding the cotton swab, but as soon as his feet touched the ground, he started running, laughing as he ran: "I run fast!"
"I'll catch up with you in three steps." The man waited until the child ran for a while before starting to chase him.
Lin Yao was about to get in the car, but stopped when he saw the child running. The child must have something wrong with his legs, because although he ran happily, it was obvious that his right leg was lame.
The cute child turned out to be a cripple, which made Lin Yao feel uncomfortable. The child ran past him while coughing and smiling at him, so he quickly adjusted his facial expression and smiled kindly in return.
Guan Ze waited until Lu Teng jumped on the car door before he ran over and hugged him up: "You're running faster and faster."
"I will definitely pass the 50-meter run in physical education class this semester!" Lu Teng's red face was full of excitement.
"Well, definitely passed," Guan Ze opened the car door and put Lu Teng in the passenger seat, "Seat belt."
After Lu Teng fastened his seat belt, Guan Ze quickly walked around the front of the car and jumped in, then started the car and watched from the rearview mirror as the blue Xiali slowly drove towards him.
When the small Xiali was only seven or eight meters away from him, he quickly backed his car out of the parking space and parked it right in front of the small Xiali.
The small Xiali slowed down, as if it was waiting. Guan Ze looked at the rearview mirror and gently stepped on the accelerator. The car started to move forward, but the speed was very slow. He glanced at the speedometer. Good, five miles per hour.
Uncle Guo's voice echoed in Guan Ze's ears. Oh my god... It's so exciting...
He turned on the air conditioner in the car and patiently moved forward inch by inch. Two minutes later, the Xiali car that had been following him in small steps honked its horn.
Looking at the rearview mirror again, the owner of the little Xiali stuck his head out of the window with an impatient look on his face.
He ignored it and continued to move forward slowly.
Seeing that he had no intention of speeding up, Xiao Xiali became anxious and kept honking the horn. Guan Ze lowered the window. He had to teach this kid a lesson for deliberately cutting him off two blocks this morning.
As soon as the car window was lowered, an angry roar was heard from behind amidst the honking of horns: "Fuck you!"
Guan Ze stretched his hand out of the window and gave the middle finger.
“Fuck!” Lin Yao was so angry that he stopped the car, opened the door and jumped out. “You are getting excited, aren’t you?”
When Lin Yao saw the kid's legs, he felt that it was not easy for the father and son. He didn't expect that this bitch would do such a thing to him before he could even calm down!
He strode towards the cab, determined to give the man a good scolding.
Unexpectedly, just as he reached the rear of the Cherokee, the Cherokee suddenly roared, a cloud of smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, and in the blink of an eye it had already rushed a long distance away.
Lin Yao was stunned in the midst of the scorching exhaust fumes, watching the Cherokee rush all the way to the exit of the parking lot and then drive away in a cloud of dust. It took him a long time to recover.
After returning to the car, he cursed softly: "I'm fucked."
It was impossible to catch up, so Lin Yao drove the car slowly out of the parking lot with a bit of depression, turned around and drove towards the private restaurant in the old house owned by Lin Zong.
Five minutes later, the depressed mood brought by Cherokee had disappeared. He felt much happier at the thought of having delicious food at noon. Even a vegetarian meal could not stop him from smiling uncontrollably.
My mother never let him eat out, saying that eating at home is nutritionally safe, and she fired the aunt, believing that only she could cook in person to best reflect the purpose of nutritional safety. But my mother's cooking skills can't be summed up simply as unpalatable. Just look at her ability to cook carrots and cucumbers in the same pot, which is not comparable to the level of unpalatable.
It was said that Lin Zong had finally gotten rid of his mother's cooking spoon and was going to open a restaurant after living on his own. Fortunately, his brother was still his brother and he remembered to call him over for dinner every now and then.
"Dad," Lu Teng sat in the passenger seat, turning his head to look back, "Why are you swearing?"
"Huh? When did I curse at you?" Guan Ze reached out and tapped him on the forehead.
"You just gave the middle finger to the guy behind you." Lu Teng looked at him seriously.
"Who told you that sticking out your middle finger is an insult?" Guan Ze smiled. "It's a greeting."
"People who lie to children will turn into mashed garlic in their next life!"
Guan Ze was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Lu Teng who had a serious face: "Where did you hear such nonsense?"
"You said it yourself."
"Did I say that?" Guan Ze thought about it, but he had no recollection of it. He should not be too casual when teasing children in the future, and he should remember everything clearly. "I did curse, but don't learn from me. I was in a hurry to come over to accompany you this morning, but that person deliberately walked slowly in front of me, causing me to almost miss the dumplings I bought."
"Then next time you run into him, rub in front of him!"
Next time? Guan Ze was happy: "Okay."