The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 5: Go to the grave
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Xiao Wu and the younger brothers pushed their cups and changed, and their faces flushed.
Suddenly, a young man wearing a uniform printed with "Mickey Cake Shop", carrying a box of cakes, walked into the shop.
"Fifth Lord? Someone ordered a birthday cake for you!" The young man said tremblingly, very scared when he saw so many little brothers in the house.
"Huh? Haha! You bastards, what are you going to do with this foreign stuff? Wipe, if you have that spare money, it's better to find a wife for the fifth master to play with!" Xiao Wu grinned, the scar on his face It seems to be alive, even more hideous.
"Fuck off!" A little brother took the cake quickly and waved away the young man who gave the cake.
The young man who gave the cake immediately retired, and he secretly said that he was lucky. Fortunately, the fifth master didn't open the box, otherwise he wouldn't hack himself?
"Boss? We didn't order cakes for you. Who of us brothers has that Yaxing?" said the younger brother.
The other boys also shook their heads, saying that they weren't custom-made.
"Who gave it?" Xiao Wu wondered, for many years, the birthday cake seemed to have disappeared from his memory.
"Which one of the five masters gave it to me?" There was a little brother booing.
"Hahaha! Whoever gave it to him, his grandma's, open it, and divide it." The fifth master waved his hand.
"Fifth Lord, light the candle first. You can make a wish before you can cut the cake." A little brother said.
"Clean up those useless, I make a wish, let my boss come back, why can he come back? Hahaha, come on, today I have my birthday, Lord Wu, I will listen to you bastards. Get it, Get it on! "Xiao Wu is very happy today, so he left with his younger brother to toss.
A kid opened the cake box carefully.
"Who is he? Make a poop-shaped cake. Isn't it disgusting, our fifth master?" The little brother suddenly yelled, picking up the cake and throwing it to the ground!
Xiao Wu's face changed drastically when he heard the sound and looked at the big cake shaped like a poop.
"Why don't he move!" Xiao Wu suddenly roared.
The little brothers were startled and looked at their boss in horror.
Xiao Wu stared at the cake, his eyes suddenly red, and suddenly, he stood up and ran out.
The boys don’t know what happened, hula la la follow.
"Boss? Is that you? Mengzi? Is that you?" Xiaowu ran wildly on the street, shouting, so that his voice broke, and no one answered...
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Beihai, Tuofeng Mountain, beautiful mountains and rivers, and vigorous vegetation.
Under the mountain and surrounded by green water, there is a village of more than 30 households---Xiaoling Village.
Xiaoling Village is no different from Wang Meng when they left. They are still destitute and dilapidated. It’s just that the electricity here is now connected, and every household has electric lights. They no longer light up oil lamps at night as before. illuminate.
This is where Wang Meng lives, and it should be said that it is actually the hometown of his adoptive father.
The adoptive father brought Wang Meng back from the orphanage. No one knows where Wang Meng’s hometown is. Maybe it’s Beihai, maybe it’s a faraway hometown.
So far, Wang Meng doesn't know who his biological parents are, whether they are dead or alive.
According to the adoptive father, it was Wang Meng, who was found by the old dean of the orphanage at the entrance of the orphanage, and he was taken in by the orphanage.
If his biological parents died, Wang Meng would deeply mourn his biological parents. If they were still alive, Wang Meng would hate it! For whatever reason, parents who can abandon their children are definitely not good people!
In Wang Meng's heart, he hopes that his biological parents are dead, because he hopes that his biological parents will leave him with nostalgia rather than hatred!
Wang Meng didn't enter Xiaoling Village. He just watched from a distance for a while. He saw the former home in the village. The dirt house had collapsed and the yard was covered with wormwood.
After watching for a while, Wang Meng turned around.
On Tuofeng Mountain, there are more red pine, less rocks, more soil, and surrounded by water, so the vegetation is dense.
Across the mountain road reflected by the dappled sunlight, Wang Meng came to the grave of his adoptive father halfway up the mountain.
"The old immortal? I called you the immortal for so many years, and you didn’t die. Now that you don’t scream, you are dead. Aren’t you cheap? Every time you call you immortal, you carry it. Broken shoes are chasing me in the village, there is a kind of you coming out and hitting me now? Whoever runs, who is the grandson! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, he failed to give you the end of the old age.. ......"
Kneeling before his adoptive father's grave, Wang Meng howled like a child.
Wang Meng was very naughty and rebellious when he was a child, and was sometimes spanked by his adoptive father. At that time, he hated his adoptive father, so he called the adoptive father old and immortal. As a result, every time he was so angry that his adoptive father carried his torn shoes and beat him all over the village, and then Wang Meng cried bitterly and bought a piece of candy to coax him. ......
Wang Meng knelt in front of the grave and cried for a long time before wiping away his tears and starting to build the wormwood on the grave.
While cleaning up, chatting with her adoptive father, from time to time she cursed a few words about being immortal.
After cleaning up, Wang Meng placed a large pocket of pork head meat in front of the grave and spilled two more bottles of Moutai.
These are what the adoptive father often talked about during his lifetime. The adoptive father often said to Wang Meng: Son, you have to study hard, if you have a future and make a lot of money, you can buy pig head meat and Moutai for your father. It is not in vain. Dad pulls you up big with **** and piss. If you can eat the pork head meat and Maotai you bought, it will be worth your father's death...
"Father! Look, your new home looks a little bit like this time. You're too lazy. It's okay. You come out to clean up, always lie down in it. You are not afraid of sleeping stupid?" Wang Meng burned paper money. And the high-rise buildings and household appliances used in the underworld, he said.
‘The pig’s head meat and Maotai have been mailed to you, eat slowly, don’t choke, no one will **** you. I bought high-rise buildings for you, so you can't live in so many houses. Let's rent them out. The rent is enough for you to live a rich life. Don't pick up the rags anymore and be a landlord in comfort. You are always there to be good, give me a dream if you are missing. "Wang Meng took out the prepared small shovel and added some new soil to his adoptive father's grave.
He didn't stand up until even Wang Meng was satisfied with the cleaning.
Looking at the old photo of his adoptive father on the tombstone, Wang Meng's tears came down again: "Father! His son used to be filial and ignorant, and often annoys you. Now, I know that I was wrong. Don't worry, I will be well in the future. Yes, I won't make you angry anymore."
Wang Meng smashed his nose twice, wiped away his tears, knelt down and knocked his head three times, then stood up, with his hands behind his back, looked at the photograph of his adoptive father, and said, "Father! Haven't you been looking forward to your son's promise? The son promises you that your son will be so prosperous in the future that you can't even think of it. The son swears that in the near future, the Shangwu Continent will remember your son my name. Anyone who hears my name will be frightened and shit! In the white way, if I dominate, who dares to refute? Secretly, who dares to cross my eyebrows when I dominate?" Wang Meng said domineeringly.
"Father? Is the son's ambitious? Are you always happy? Don't praise me, who made me your son! You are always there and do good, whoever provokes you, cut him off, don't always shrink Head tortoise. Have you never heard of Renshan being deceived by others, Ma Shan being ridden by others? In these years, fists are the last word. If you are unwilling to do it, I will let my dead brothers come to you, and you too If you set up a club or something, it’s going to be in the underworld, so it’s called Niu B. If you are lonely, give me a dream. My father and I brag about B and talk about the mountains! By the way, you always have time to find a driving school over there to learn. Drive, next time I will get you a few limited edition cars! I have to tell you a few words, this time you are rich, you should eat and drink, you should play with female ghosts and play female ghosts, marry me a ghost mother That’s okay! Don’t bear the two bad money! Remember!” After saying that, Wang Meng ran away, just as if his father could chase him out of the grave with his torn shoes.
While running, this guy whispered: I guess the old guy is furious with anger over there again, right? Hey-hey! I’m good at getting angry, I’m more healthy, I don’t want you to forget me...
Wang Meng returned to Beihai and found a quick hotel to stay in.
After a few days of rest, Wang Meng went out to look for work confidently.
In his opinion, isn't it just work? With the handsomeness of the Meng brother, the strength of the Meng brother, and the three-inch tongue of Meng, you can't get a job with your hands?
One week later, Wang Meng is lingering.
The ideal is beautiful, and the reality is too cruel. When he was rejected countless times, and after being scrutinized countless times with contempt, Wang Meng clearly realized how hard it is to find a job and how difficult it is to survive.
After lingering for two days, Wang Meng encouraged himself and started the job application journey again.
It's just that the unit he was matching didn't match him because he didn't have a high degree.
Wang Meng has also been to private companies, but he also recruited people based on his diploma.
Wang Meng has been running around for more than three months, his legs are thin, his shoes are worn out, and he has not found a stable job.
During this period, he also donated 30,000 yuan to the orphanage. There is one of his life*. There is no orphanage. Maybe he died early. Wang Meng is a grateful person.
Sitting and eating the sky, the money in Wang Meng's hand is getting less and less.
Wang Meng had no choice but to find a job that didn't require a diploma. He had been a big post and worked as a laborer. However, although he was a strong man, he had no social experience and was clumsy and was eventually fired.
Finally received a job posting a small advertisement, but as soon as I started working, I was caught by Guancheng and fined it five hundred!
Wang Meng also squatted in the market, but he was too kind and too real. People say that it is low to high, he is good, all high and low, but he is very satisfied with the customer's correct answer, but after the account is settled, they make money, and he loses money.
"It's not the business stuff!" Wang Meng sighed.
When he first came back, Wang Meng stayed in a hotel. Although the price was high, Wang Meng, who was arrogant and arrogant, felt that finding a job with his own abilities was not fun. But at this time, looking at the only thousand yuan left in his pocket, Wang Meng felt a sense of urgency.
Wang Meng knew about the current affairs, so he moved out of the hotel and lived in a small hotel for 30 yuan a day.
It’s just that, within a month, the sturdy proprietress blasted him out of the hotel, and she was noisy: we don’t accept credit!
Wang Meng stretched out his **** and strongly despised. Didn’t he just owe you two days’ room money? As for rushing to exterminate it? Damn, I'm kind, don't hit a woman, otherwise, your mouth will be torn to pieces!
The arrogant and arrogant Wang Meng carried his luggage and sat down on the road jocks, looking at the bustling city, blank and helpless!