Chapter 132

"Tell me!" the skinny white man took a deep breath with a cigarette in his scissors hand. Cigarettes swim around the mouth and enter the lungs. When they come out, they are already in a circular shape.

Lu Haotian didn't go directly into the topic and said with a smile, "as soon as you smoke, I know you are a man with a story."

"Don't talk half," said the white man with a withered face. "If it weren't for you, I would have left death."

Lu Haotian scratched his head and laughed: "do I have so much face?"

Chen Shouye sat next to him and wanted to say yes, but there was no chance for him to interrupt, and he didn't have the courage. As I knew, the two people around him were fierce people with force value comparable to Lv Bu.

No one said anything. Lu Haotian said something himself. He continued: "we all like smoking. The first bite is spicy and it's not easy to smoke, so most of us suck it in our mouth and spit it out. But you're different. You take a big bite at the first bite. I'm afraid people who don't have something wrong won't paralyze themselves in this way."

"Is there such a thing?" the withered faced white man stared at Lu Haotian, then asked himself and replied, "I don't know. I just feel comfortable smoking like this."

"I only know, because I like smoking like this," Lu Haotian said with a smile, and then snuffed out the cigarette end.

He took out the cigarette box from his trouser pocket, pointed to the box above and said, "you see, it shows that smoking is harmful to health, but I don't know there are more headaches than harming health. Take me for example, there are accidents or accidents every day. If there is no it, sometimes I really don't know how to live this day. Smoking hurts my lungs, but it can comfort me and eliminate fatigue."

"That's almost the feeling," said the skinny white man.

"I'm a child who came out of the mountain. I have no father, no mother and only one grandfather. My grandfather is a hero. He was also a figure when he was young. Later, there was an accident at home, and he was down." the white man with a withered face put out his cigarette end and took a long breath, which seemed to spit out the turbid air all over his body.

The withered faced white man asked Lu Haotian for a cigarette again. After lighting it, he took a big bite: "he said that my father and mother died at that time. Later, he took me all over China. At that time, he was 90 years old and I was seven years old."

Chen Shouye smacked his tongue. A 90 year old led a seven year old boy to the end of the world. Isn't this a legend? What is it? At the same time, he also marveled that Lu Haotian judged his extraordinary life by his way of smoking. The person introduced by brother Lin was not ordinary.

"I don't understand why grandpa took me down. He just said he wanted to go through life again, and he didn't admit defeat. But I didn't want to go. Not only did I beat up, but I was hungry and collapsed many times. But it happened that God didn't dare to take my life away."

The cigarette was soon sucked clean by him, leaving no shreds. "Even if I don't want to go, I don't dare to say no. grandpa is old. I'm afraid if he goes, I'll really be alone."

Lonely?

Lu Haotian is also afraid of loneliness. In foreign battlefields, he can fight for his faith in the wind and rain, but he is afraid that his brother will leave him.

At that moment, he will not know whether his battle is meaningful or not.

A book once wrote that it is easy to see through one's own life and death, but it is more difficult to see through others' life and death than going to heaven, such as crossing a natural moat.

"Now I know that he does not admit defeat to life, but also teaches me not to admit defeat to life. After ten years of walking, I know a lot. That is the greatest wealth he gave me." the skinny white man said, tears falling silently from his cheeks, "I haven't read a book. Grandpa said that life is more important than books. Before he died, he said he was sorry that he didn't let me have several classmates and friends. I said I don't want classmates, I just want Grandpa."

"When I was walking, I went somewhere. My grandfather told me how many years later to wait here for a man surnamed Lu."

Lu Haotian raised his eyebrows a little and was stunned in his eyes.

The withered faced white man smiled and said, "the place where you ate last time was actually a hill at the beginning."

"Can you say..." Lu Haotian is rarely shocked and speechless, but this must be a time.

What kind of old man is it? At the age of 90, he travels around the world with his ignorant grandson? Anyway, he has to be a legend. No wonder he has cultivated such an evil grandson.

"Why should I ask foolishly? Grandpa said that life will be meaningful only if you follow him." the withered faced white man said, "at the beginning, I didn't understand what he meant, but after seeing you twice, I seemed to understand!"

Lu Haotian didn't understand what the old man said about the meaning of life. He was even more uncertain whether the old man who never flinched back and was not knocked down by life was himself.

Lu Haotian only knows one thing. Everything he does, including all his sins, is for the people he cherishes to live a better life. It would be better if more people could benefit from buying this.

Lu Haotian hasn't read many books, but he loves the catcher in the rye most. The first is that he feels very similar to the protagonist in the book, and can be appropriately described by the first sentence in the book - I hate eating bacon and eggs while others only eat toast and coffee.

"I'm a man with a story. I've seen too many things, but most of them are seeing other people's heartache." the skinny white man suddenly touched his tears and laughed, "This is the first time I cried after grandpa died! But I cried happily and cried out all my depression! Sometimes, I think I can be a full-time writer. There are many stories in my stomach!"

"If you think I'm the Lu surname that your grandfather said, let's be brothers. We share weal and woe!" Lu Haotian said very seriously.

The withered faced white man said, "I don't know. I have to take time to prove it. But that night, you were the only person surnamed Lu in the Hilton Hotel. But I don't know your name yet."

"The single name is a Xuan word, but now it has been renamed, Lu Haotian." he smiled sideways and looked very soft, "what about you, your name?"

"Do not use your surname you. A single name is a word of profit."