Seeing the wretched face that came close to him, and hearing the words "Iron Cavalry" in his mouth, Zi Yang suddenly realized, "You, you are the storyteller Mo Lao San!!!"
Oldest Mo laughed loudly, "Remember? Haha, it's been almost a year now, right?"
Zi Yang said: "No, you, why have you become like this now?"
At this time, Xiao Er brought two bowls of noodle tea, and both of them stopped talking, watching Xiao Er turned around and left. Zi Yang pushed a bowl of noodle tea to him. I was a little surprised to see Mo Lao San here. Listening to Mo Lao San in the small restaurant telling about the history of the cavalry, Zi Yang had a good impression of him.
"You kid, you are pretending to be blind and lie to us!"
I remembered that in the small restaurant, Mo Laosan wore a pair of torn sunglasses and looked sloppy and skinny. It was very different from the appearance of his glamorous clothes. The whole person seemed to be "full" a lot. It seems that I have had a good life recently. .
Mo Lao San touched his eyelids and said, "I'm really blind, I'm really blind, haha, but then I met an expert, and they pity me for the rough experience of Mo Lao San, and appreciate my stunts, so I transplanted two dog eyes. —I’m really looking down on people now."
No wonder it looks so strange. Zi Yang looked at Mo Lao San carefully, seeing his triumphant expression, he really had a husky temperament.
Mo Lao San chuckled: "I have lived for most of my life, and not many people have seen me directly. The first time I saw my brother, he treated me politely, and I always remembered your love. Just now! I can hear you as soon as you speak!
Speaking of it, it's the first time I have seen you a real person. It really is a handsome young talent, haha. "
Zi Yang thought of Mo Lao San's desolation in the small restaurant, and his current spirits were exactly like two people, but if he looked closely, there was still a little wretched temperament in his expression.
Zi Yang said politely to him: "Where is it, it's a matter of effort-but speaking of it, why did you come to Lhasa here if you are not a storyteller in northern Shaanxi? A cross talk hall was opened here?"
Mo Laosan looked at him with a smile but a smile: "Don't you also run from the beautiful city of H to Tibet in this freezing cold?"
Zi Yang's heart shuddered. How did he know that I was from H city? My heart began to drum up. First it was Uncle Li, and now it is Laosan Mo. From the loess high slope to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, it is too strange to meet each other thousands of miles away.
Mo Laosan came forward again pretending to be mysterious and said: "I heard that many college students now travel to Tibet. It is said that girls who meet on the road can sleep for free..."
Zi Yang tilted his head to avoid the breath coming from him. I thought to myself that this guy had two dog eyes, but he still didn't change much. He was still the old hooligan who cheated and cheated.
Mo Laosan looked a little sullen at Zi Yang's face, he awkwardly hehe, took up a bowl of noodles in front of him and drank it, sternly said: "The storytelling is actually just my hobby. I have a formal job now. Tell you, we Participating in a mysterious project..."
At this time, the strong young man who had been with him stood up and coughed. Mo Lao San was interrupted just right.
Mo Lao San immediately woke up, patted his head and said, "Ah, look at me, I’ve met my old friend in another country, I’m happy to forget all the business, if I have something to do, I have to leave first-so let me leave you an address , You come to me tonight, I have something important to talk to you."
He took out a pen and paper from his pocket and wrote a line of words. After he finished writing, he involuntarily stuffed it into Zi Yang's hand, "Be sure to come tonight, I will treat you, see you or leave."
After that, he got up and left in a hurry.
Zi Yang was holding the piece of paper in his hand, and his expression was a little dazed. My temples are tingling a bit, oh, have you started to have altitude sickness
Back at the residence, Lao Wang and Ye Beili came back with a lot of things. They bought mostly clothes this time. They also bought Xiao Hei a copy of Adidas sportswear and a copy of Nike sports. The shoes, although the workmanship is not very fine, but they do fit on Xiao Hei's body.
Lao Wang stopped the whole family to Zi Yang and said, "Let's eat it, it's all yours. I just wanted to eat a chicken leg and Xiaoli won't let me move. You see how good she is to you."
Xiaoli groaned, "You have eaten three bowls of noodles at noon, but haven't you eaten enough? You should lose weight!"
Lao Wang said with a flattering smile, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I also feel that my body is getting tight recently, so I should lose weight."
Zi Yang held a chicken leg in his right hand and held Lao Wang's neck in his right hand. He pulled him into the corridor and asked him in a low voice, "How much did it cost?"
Old Wang smiled awkwardly: "Not much money, not much money."
Zi Yang once shared an experience with Lao Wang: What women admire men most is the way he pays.
This was remembered by Lao Wang. In order to chase Ye Beili this time, Lao Wang said he took the economic power in his own hands. The funds for this trip to Tibet are now freely allocated by Lao Wang.
Zi Yang felt that he was a brother who had done his best to do his best. He pretended to be a turtle to set off Lao Wang's magnificent image, and the queen also pointed out Lao Wang some tips for picking up girls (although he has no experience, he has rich theoretical knowledge). Now even the pocket money has to be applied for by Lao Wang-he is a little worried, this guy put all the belongings in to please Ye Beili.
Lao Wang said: "People Xiaoli is very sensible, and she kept persuading me not to spend money randomly, and the money to buy clothes for Xiao Hei was paid by herself!"
Zi Yang nodded and told him about the encounter with Mo Lao San. Then ask Pharaoh's opinion, whether to go at night
Lao Wang said, "Go, Mo Lao San invited us to dinner, why didn't you go? Last time I ate at a table like our boss, I wouldn't be reconciled if I didn't eat it."
He has forgotten that Uncle Li paid the bill last time.
In fact, Zi Yang's heart is also fluctuating. On the one hand, he also hopes to have a good chat with Mo Lao San. This Old Man Mo is also a branch of the Iron Cavalry Order anyway, and he is considered to be the same family as Xiao Hei. After Huangshan died, the secret of the Iron Cavalry may only be mastered by Mo Old Three. He has not studied the twelve chapter maps until now. So come. Take this opportunity to talk with him more, maybe you can come up with something useful.
On the other hand, he still had some doubts about Mo Lao San's identity, and the lingering fellow Li Uncle, hesitated whether to go or not, there were too many uncertain factors in it.
Lao Wang said fiercely, "That's going to happen. An old man with one eye and an old man with two dog eyes. What is there to be afraid of? I hit two with one hand. It just happens to be considered a small one with him. Black this account!"
It makes sense for Zi Yang to think about it, Xiao Hei must be resolved!
In the evening, the three of them were about to set off, but when they went out to meet Ye Beili, they insisted on going with them. Now the little girl and Lao Wang seem to be getting tired of it, and it seems that the effect of spending money is good.
Zi Yang said that we are going to meet an old friend, you don't know him.
What friend did Ye Beili ask? Why do you still have acquaintances in Tibet? Male female? I also need to go!
Zi Yang said that he is an old man, and he did not invite you, so it is not appropriate for you to follow.
Ye Beili pouted and refused to go back. She could see now that this fellow Zi Yang had a dishonest mouth. He often ran the train with his mouth full and talked serious nonsense. Why go out to meet old friends, I must take Lao Wang out to fool around!
The little girl is really like a cow when she is stubborn, she can't look back. Lao Wang did not dare to disobey the wishes of the goddess, saying that going together is not just an extra pair of chopsticks.
Zi Yang hinted that he was in danger, and Lao Wang said that his brother Hold lived.
Alas, Lao Wang's fame in this world will be ruined by his children's love sooner or later.
Zi Yang thought to himself, maybe he really thought too much, this was just a meal, and Mo Lao San's repayment of the kindness of acquaintance last time had nothing to do with Uncle Li.
At the moment, a group of four people got into a taxi and drove for more than ten minutes. They arrived at the address given by Mo Laosan. It was a small street with low three-story buildings on both sides, listing various storefronts. , Building Feiyan Dou Gong, there is a large-scale noodle restaurant in the middle of the small street, and a striking sign "Feng Hua Lou" is hung at the door. Business is pretty good, and a dozen tables downstairs are almost full.
Several people were about to walk upstairs, but they were stopped by Xiao Er, "I'm sorry, the upstairs is wrapped up."
At this time, Mo Laosan poked his head out of the stairs, "Let them come up, my guest."
The second floor was relatively empty. A dozen people were sitting there in twos and threes. Zi Yang met with the person sitting on the right hand side, complaining inwardly.
Sitting on a table on the back of the second floor, he was sitting with half-bald hair, heavy eye bags, and a thin body of Uncle Li. He wears a blindfold in his left eye, playing with the finger on his thumb. Looking at the four people who came up with a smile.