The old beggar came anxiously. He had to come, so he came and made breakfast.
You have to eat even if you can't eat, and you have to eat even if you don't dare to eat.
There was no escaping this time.
The atmosphere was a bit strange after the old beggar arrived. The three of them sat there quietly eating breakfast, as if they were a group of old friends having a dinner together.
Also, they were old friends more than ten years ago, and their relationship could not be better.
"What are you looking at? It's cold. Why don't you come over?"
General Wan looked up at the old beggar.
"Okay, it's quite rich. It's a blessing!" The old beggar went over and sat down.
The bowls and chopsticks were ready, so he picked up the chopsticks and ate.
The four people ate in silence, and the atmosphere became even weirder. Everyone was thinking about something. As for what they were eating, how could they care
Maybe they were waiting for who would speak first.
After a while, whoever was supposed to speak first did so.
"Qingyun likes to drink this white porridge the most. She cooks a pot of it every morning. It is the most delicious white porridge in the world. Xiaofeng drank less than half of the bowl when he turned six months old. It was the first and last time he drank it!"
Who else but Zhang Dashan can say this
No one responded to his words.
Zhang Dashan continued: "Dasen, if you have let go of the past, I will take you to see your sister later. This is what she has promised!"
Murong Dasen, who was eating, said: "This porridge cooked by my sister is delicious! I really miss it."
"In that case, come back after you let go of the past!" Zhang Dashan said again.
Murong Dasen said: "Mr. Gusu, didn't you ever drink the breakfast cooked by my sister back then?"
"I've had it many times!" the old beggar said, "your sister's cooking is more delicious!"
The old beggar was still very careful when he said this, as if he was worried about angering Murong Dasen.
"Of course, my sister taught me this!" Murong Dasen said regretfully: "But I have been cooking for nearly thirty years and still can't get the taste of my sister. Why? Brother-in-law, can you tell me?"
Zhang Dashan said: "Because she is your sister, irreplaceable, and no one can cook her taste!"
"Yes, my sister is irreplaceable!" Murong Dasen suddenly roared: "Irreplaceable, she is irreplaceable!"
Then he slammed his chopsticks onto the table, which made a loud noise.
The old beggar and the others picked up the bowls and chopsticks in unison. After Murong Dasen stood up and turned around to leave, the table collapsed.
"It's okay, it's okay, otherwise it would have been wasted. What a good porridge!" General Wan said angrily.
Zhang Dashan sat quietly
There, not looking at Murong Dasen was like a fool. When the time came, the old beggar watched Murong Dasen leave in shock, not knowing what to say.
This matter still needs to be started by Zhang Dashan, so what did he ask him to do just now? Are you here to help talk
But I didn’t say anything. Is this porridge in vain
No, at least the old beggar is now on Murong Dasen's side. What has he been asking for all these years? Just to know where her sister was buried, it was too cruel for him to not be able to satisfy even such a request.
It has been more than twenty years. How many twenty years are there in life
He is also too persistent.
"Dashan, I think it's almost done!" the old beggar finally said.
General Wan looked at the old beggar. The old beggar didn't have much say in this matter. Why
Because this is their family matter.
Zhang Dashan said: "We can't go against Qingyun's wishes!"
"Oh, he still can't let go after so many years. Qingyun did this for everyone's good!" General Wan said.
"Okay, let's wait until he is ready and has truly let go of the past!" The old beggar said, "Also, are you still not going to visit your father-in-law?"
Zhang Dashan said: "Didn't he say he was dead?"
"Oh... your family!"
The old beggar said helplessly that everything that happened back then should have been sealed up, and Murong Qingyun meant the same.
What is this called? Are we going to die without contacting each other
The only remaining members of their two families have been protecting the whole thing and trying their best to keep it sealed. There was no right or wrong in what happened back then.
If you want to be wrong, let it be the times. It is the times that make things happen.
After breakfast, the old beggar went to work. He needed to wrap up the big case that happened last night. Now he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although there may be other people eyeing this big cake, that is nothing to worry about.
At present, his plan is progressing steadily. As long as Xing Jingjing can get to work quickly, the base's project will have another breakthrough.
I don’t know when Xing Jingjing will be able to get back to work. Guo Xinghui was injured and she was heartbroken. She probably won’t be in good shape that quickly.
When the old beggar returned to the base, he was no longer thinking about what happened to Murong Dasen that morning. Instead, he was thinking about what happened to Xing Jingjing. She probably fell in love with Guo Xinghui.
Love is a double-edged sword. When used well, it is the most powerful force in the world. At the same time, it also has the most powerful destructive power that can destroy people.
Of course the old beggar hopes that Xing Jingjing's love will be the former, but this also depends on Guo Xinghui.
But Guo Xinghui didn't listen
Mr. Gusu's fate is in favor of Zhang Feng, so he still has to go to Zhang Feng for this matter.
Zhang Feng became angry when the old beggar made this request.
"Well, you old guy, the abacus is all on my brother. It's really yours. Xinghui has been with her for a long time. Isn't that enough?"
The old beggar said: "I just want him to fall in love with Xing Jingjing. Besides, isn't Xing Jingjing very beautiful?"
"What kind of woman has he not seen?" Zhang Feng said.
"That's what I said, but you can ask his opinion first, or make some insinuations!"
The old beggar knew that this matter was a bit difficult to handle and that he was trying to embarrass others, so he did not speak loudly.
He is a person who can bend and stretch. As long as he achieves his goal, he will be fine if he suffers a little.
Zhang Feng said: "Let me ask."
"That's right!" The old beggar laughed.
"but… "
The old beggar was not happy, and asked him about the conditions
"explain!"
Zhang Feng said: "The Huangquan team needs a holiday!"
"That's it?" The old beggar thought he heard wrongly.
Zhang Feng said: "That's right!"
"Aren't they in the hospital now? Isn't it also a holiday?" the old beggar asked.
Zhang Feng said: "They want to go home and have a look!"
"Is there any difference between their holidays at home and in the hospital?" the old beggar asked again.
"So you nodded?"
The old beggar said: "Let me tell you, if they are not injured this time, they will have a very important task, but the sword brigade has been sent there, which is not ideal. This matter is no longer my responsibility. They want a holiday." Just ask the doctor at the hospital to issue a certificate saying that the child needs treatment, it’s very simple!”
"What mission?" Zhang Feng asked.
"The Huangquan team has encountered a problem!" the old beggar said solemnly.
Only then did Zhang Feng remember that they were no longer the Huangquan Team, but the instructors of the Huangquan Team. The newly recruited team members the year before last went on missions after training for more than half a year.
Now the old beggar said that the mission did not go well, and that was something they had to go through. This was normal. The Huangquan team had experienced countless failures.
This matter was no longer the old beggar's business, and Zhang Feng didn't ask any more questions.
Maybe it's time when they really don't need to take action, otherwise this little injury would still require a mission.
"Okay, I'll ask Xinghui!" Zhang Feng said, "After he wakes up!"
The old beggar patted Zhang Feng on the shoulder and turned away. Zhang Feng was very puzzled by the old beggar's behavior. He seemed to have other intentions!
Zhang Feng kept an eye on it.