Chapter 134 Hard Guy

Uncle Li slowly walked away. He didn't know what he was going to do or where he was going. His lost brother had been looking for many years, but there was no news, so he gave up.

Maybe he is living a good life now, he thought, in heaven.

"Mom, mom, that uncle's back is so cool." A four- or five-year-old girl was led by a woman. When she saw Uncle Li's back, her eyes lit up, constantly showing small stars and an expression of seeing a handsome man.

"Little butterfly! How many times have I told you? Don't think about those tough guys every day. That's a movie. There is no such person in reality. The woman scolded: "You shouldn't have been allowed to watch a movie!"

Speaking of movies, Li Qiulu's heart is dripping blood. This is definitely a scar that can't be erased in her heart. Her daughter Xiaodie always loves a toy with a ferocious mask and a knife, but she turns a blind eye to the beautiful Barbie doll with that toy.

Li Qiulu was frightened at that time. What's wrong with Xiaodie? So cute Barbie doesn't like it, but she is so fond of that horrible toy?

In order to correct her daughter's aesthetics, she bought a computer for Xiaodie and played some fairy tales and cartoons for her. However, Xiaodie's performance once again surprised Li Qiulu. She lacked interest in the things that children like to watch, such as the digital baby antenna baby, Xiyangyang, and almost turned over the popular fairy tales and cartoons. Xiaodie always shook her head.

When Li Qiulu was looking for a fairy tale movie on the website, Xiaodie was also watching. Suddenly, she grabbed the mouse from Li Qiulu's hand and chose the movie by herself. All right, baby daughter, it's your mother's fault. It shouldn't be imposed on you with my aesthetic standards. You can choose whatever you like.

With the click of Xiaodie's mouse, Li Qiulu's skin twitched, and Xiaodie's choice of the film was the first drop of blood.

The little girl with a cloth wrapped around the head ** and the gun in her upper body was very excited to see the roaring scene. While watching it, she muttered to herself, "Handsome, so handsome!"

From the first drop of blood, Xiaodie was madly fascinated by these tough men, Stallone, Schwarzenegger, Jason Statham, Van Diesel, Nicholas Cage... Now these names are the names that Xiaodie can't forget every day.

Can you imagine a four- or five-year-old girl, combing two horns, licking lollipops in her mouth, and staring at each muscular man with her big watery eyes showing violent aesthetics on the screen? Even once, when Li Qiulu was watching a domestic movie, Xiaodie came in. As a result, she glanced at the screen with contemptuous eyes, opened her mouth, and criticized oldly, "This film is too rubbish. It's so retarded. Is this for four or five-year-old children?"

Li Qiulu burst into tears at that time. Child, it seems that you are the "four or five-year-old little boy" in your mouth. Well, can we stop being so non-mainstream? Can we honestly be a "little boy"?

"I bet that uncle is definitely a tough guy!" Xiaodie stared at Uncle Li, with little stars in his eyes: "The real tough man may not be a muscular man like Brother Stallon. He can be as short as Brother Li. However, he must have a strong will to never give up. Even if the whole world stops him, he has no fear in his heart. He has the invincible confidence to smash the world with one punch! I can feel that that uncle is such a person. This is a special feeling between a tough man and a tough man..."

Speaking of this, the little girl sighed and said in a vicissitudes of tone: "In this world, there are too few tough men, and I find that there are fewer eyes of tough men. Alas, you don't understand these words, because you are not tough men. You don't have tough men in your hearts and can't resonate with tough men... Ouch, mom, why did you hit me?

"Little butterfly! Mom, please, let's go home today. Let's not watch these movies. Let's watch an episode of Doraemon, okay? Li Qiulu wanted to kneel down for her daughter. In her heart, she hated the person who secretly sent Xiaodie's horrible toys. God and earth, who brought Xiaodie!!

"Doraemon?" Hearing this, Xiaodie scolded disdainfully, "How can I see this kind of thing that children like!"

"Little butterfly, good boy, you're right. This is what children like." Li Qiulu tried to make her smile more amiable: "But you are only four and a half years old this year, and you are also a child. Just take a look."

"Okay." After a while, Xiaodie nodded.

"Really?" Li Qiulu was overjoyed to hear this.

"But mom, before watching Doraemon, I have something to do."

"What's the matter?"

"I'm going to finish watching the speed and **6 first. After waiting for so long, it's finally in HD!!"

Li Qiulu: "···..."

"Hahahaha!" Uncle Li in front of him couldn't help laughing up to the sky. He listened to the conversation between Xiaodie and Li Qiulu. This little girl was so strange and funny.

He hasn't laughed so happily and presumptuously for a long time. With such a big smile, he felt that everything in his heart, such as kindness, blood hatred and promises, turned into nothingness at this moment, and all rushed up from the bottom of his heart with this laughter, and the bubbles burst in the air.

Anyway, the blue water is still clear, and I am still alive, and I can still hear the young words of such a lovely little girl. Compared with those who have died, I am lucky enough. What can't I let go?

Uncle Li laughed wildly on the street. His head was high. The smile exhausted his whole body's strength, so that the muscles on his neck tightened and the blue veins of his forehead burst out. The smile turned into a shout and roar.

This smile, so light, carries the weight of his life.

The laughter was high, like a dragon, buzzing around people's ears. Pedestrians on the street looked at Uncle Li with a neurotic look. Only Xiaodie stared at a pair of big watery eyes and kept saying that he was handsome.

With a smile, Uncle Li's knees softened and fell to the ground. Two lines of old tears climbed down the corners of his eyes, and the misery of his life were dissolved in these tears.

When he was a child, his family was extremely poor and lived in a poor mountain village. The old father worked hard to raise him and his brother alone. When he was seven years old, in order to make the two brothers who had not seen meat for three years, the old father went to the back mountain with a ground-shaved hoe, and then never came back.

After two years of relying on his brother, he was unwilling to be hungry all day in this small village. After persuading his brother to no results, he left home alone over the mountains that night.

A wandering monk saved him from the mouth of the beast, was surprised by his qualifications, and took him back. After three years of martial arts, he immediately went down the mountain to find his brother, but there had already been a flash flood two years ago, and the whole village disappeared.

A few-year-old boy, as thin as firewood and lean, is helpless alone. If he could escape from the torrents, no one would believe it. Li Dehai, a teenager, sat in the mountains for two days and nights without eating or drinking, and went back.

Then he got married and had children and set foot on the world. With his efforts, his wife and children lived a good life without food and clothing. His wife is considerate and beautiful, and his son is cute and sensible. The bitter Li Dehai looked at all this with a smile on his face. As long as his wife and children can be happy, no matter how much suffering he suffers, it is worth it.

He has never given up looking for his brother, but he has no hope in his heart. This kind of search is more often just a kind of comfort.

Just when his life was about to get well, the tragedy came to Li Dehai again. An uninvited guest broke into his house and killed his family. His beautiful wife's lovely son turned into a dead soul under the knife, but he could only watch that his opponent was too powerful.

Qing helped save him. Su Wu, the master, was very kind to him, valued him, entrusted him with great responsibilities, and taught him personally. He finally created his own gunfighting skills and got revenge, but his wife and children could never come back.

So, there is only revenge in his life. He knows that the Youth Gang is not a good gang, but can he betray the master who made him revenge?

So he was like a walking corpse, fighting blood all day long, killing a whole day for the youth gang...

"Haha..." Uncle Li's voice was hoarse, and his smile and tears bloomed on his face. His back looked so vicissitudes.

"Mom, don't pull me!" Xiaodie was completely attracted by Uncle Li's temperament. She felt that this was a man with a story, and she could feel that he must be very sad and sad.

At that moment, she realized more deeply that the real tough guy has always had nothing to do with body shape and muscles, and has nothing to do with standing and kneeling. His heart is strong enough to qualify to be called a tough man.

Xiadie held a handkerchief tightly in her hand, and there was also a cartoon on the handkerchief, which was specially bought by Li Qiulu. She wanted to give this handkerchief to the tough man kneeling on the ground, because uncle would not bring a handkerchief when he went out, so they shed tears. How to wipe it?

Li Qiulu pulled Xiaodie to prevent her from going there. In her opinion, an old man cried on the street. What kind of style is this! Especially when this man cried so miserably, he was just like his dead parents. What makes Li Qiu more disgusting is that this man cried and knelt down. Didn't he hear that there was gold under the man's knees? And he cried and laughed, which was obviously abnormal. It was too late for this kind of person to hide. How could Xiaodie get close to him?

"Xiaodie, if you don't obey, mom will be angry!" Li Qiulu grabbed Xiaodie's arm and pulled her in the other direction.

"Mom, I promise that I will only give a handkerchief to the tough man. He doesn't have this on his body, and he doesn't have anything to wipe his tears."

"Uncle tough guy?" Li Qiulu said disdainfully, "Hard guy? Just him? A tough guy who knelt on the ground and cried?" With that, she bent down and picked up the little butterfly, turned around and left.

"Put down me! Put me down! I'm going to give the handkerchief to the tough man!" Xiaodie is still struggling, but how can she, a four-and-a-half-year-old girl, break free from the embrace of adults?

"Xiaodie, if you make trouble again, you will not be allowed to go out in the future!" Li Qiulu shouted.

"Hight!" Behind Li Qiulu, such a sound sounded.

This voice seems to contain some magic, which makes Li Qiulu unable to resist at all, just like an ancient emperor. Even if he does not deliberately reveal anything, those civilians are still afraid of him. She stopped and stood still obediently.

Li Dehai slowly stood up, walked to Li Qiulu, took the handkerchief tightly held in Xiaodie's hand, stretched out his hand to touch Xiaodie's head, and smiled happily.