"Hehe, it’s just that someone wants to kill me."
Chapter one hundred and thirteen Responsibility and commitment
After being in a coma for several hours, Ma Laoer finally woke up. After Qin Yu fed him some water, he rushed to Ma Shu and said, "You two stay for a while and I’ll go out and arrange one."
"Good" old nod.
Qin Yumen left and opened his mouth and shouted, "How can the old cat Qi study this house?"
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room
The old horse sat next to the bed, his chapped lips licked his cigarette and kept his head down without saying anything.
Ma Laoer gawked at the ceiling and asked hoarsely, "How’s Uncle?"
"It’s no big deal." The old horse responded with a light tone.
Ma Laoer’s eyes closed and his voice trembled and said, "Uncle, I was wrong … My former uncle advised me … I didn’t listen … Finally, the whole little six lost his hair and didn’t even get the body back … I … I deserved to die."
The old horse sat smoking a cigarette in the dim light and looked at the ground in a steady tone and said, "Second, our generation is three brothers … I’m the youngest and the oldest. When I was about to enter the ninth district, I had nothing. Your father took my second brother to grab a grain vendor’s gun and do whatever I could to eat. At that time, I couldn’t afford anything, so I just hung around with them every day and saved up two money to find a bitch."
Ma Laoer listened quietly.
"In the fourth year of Songjiang’s official residence, my second brother was seriously ill and had no savings at home … Your father was anxious and asked several brothers to rob Fengbei to send materials to Songjiang. That night, your second uncle didn’t sleep all night, but I didn’t feel anything. I played cards with people all night in Tuzha Street." The old horse paused here and his eyes were red. "The next morning, he ran back to someone and told me that your father was killed with more than 20 guns. I didn’t know what to do at that time … But the magic thing is.
"No medicine?"
"If you don’t, you will fight hard." The old horse continued with tears in his eyes and hoarse voice. "Your second uncle came back to life and led the team to continue working, and I helped them to send some goods and run a leg."
"Is my second uncle jealous?" Ma Laoer turned his head and asked in a trembling voice, "You never told me."
"In Tuzha Street, I was blacked out and got seven knives." The old horse smoked a cigarette and frowned. "When I went to the hospital, he told me … I didn’t dare to die, I was waiting for you."
Ma Lao er Yan
"I’m fucking stupid again." The old horse wiped away tears and bowed his head and said, "Your second uncle grabbed my hand and told me that when our boss went to grab supplies to sell, if he didn’t die, he would definitely die of illness, but the boss didn’t have him lying in bed and thinking … The pillar of this family left … What should he do if he didn’t have our family … so he didn’t dare to die."
Ma Laoer all listened without saying a word.
"Second child, do you know what this family word means?" The old horse slowly raised his head and said to his nephew calmly, "Home is when you watch the little ones grow up and watch the old ones leave. It’s a kind of inheritance or a successor!"
"Uncle, stop it. I know what you mean …!"
"Second child, you have to grow up quickly," said the old horse in a teasing tone. "I’m old enough to live one day less, and you’re the oldest child in our Ma family … you can’t even close your eyes when I leave."
"Uncle, I won’t let you worry anymore." Ma Laoer replied with a clenched fist and a bite of his teeth.
The old horse got up and put out the cigarette butts, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder and bowed his head and said, "I’m not afraid of folding, but after folding, you have to know that the children who are mixed with you every day are nobody’s business … Nobody asks the little mud legs … People call you big brother and hold you to do something for you so that you can take a gun to find Yongdong to meet! What’s this? This is a responsibility! "
"I know uncle!"
"Sleep for a while." The old horse patted him on the shoulder again, turned around and left the dimly lit room.
Ma Laoer looked up at the swinging room, but it was the old back of the old horse.
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Baili district
A young man in a fur coat, dirty and bearded, stepped into a tent.
"Come?" A strong man sat by the fire and cut the half-cooked mutton with a knife and asked softly, "Where are you going?"
"No, I just came to tell you that I can’t go there." The dirty young man sat cross-legged, reached for a knife, cut the meat and said, "It’s something urgent. I have to take someone first."
"Are you playing?" Strong man suddenly frowned "things just half done you will flow pick! Then what should I do? "
"What should I do? You find someone to continue to do it. "The dirty young man wiped his mouth with oil stains." Who can’t find the money when it is in place? "
"Bullshit! Where can I find someone who is so urgent? "
"Tell you what, I’ll give you a connection. You call him and ask him to bring someone over," the young man said without doubt after thinking, "but I have to go!"
The strong man pondered for a long time. "Don’t go, I’ll give you more money!"
"It’s not about money." The young man shook his head.
"pa!"