Chapter 131 The spirit of the dragon and tiger

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The big river goes to the east, the waves are endless, and the romantic figures are gone through the ages.

The years have not been spared, and countless peerless figures have been exhausted. Whether it's a hero or a hero, after experiencing the wind and waves, there are many characters who can see through the world. What is worth pursuing in your life and what is not worth retaining are all dissipating in a smile. Compared with the years of guiding the country, I cherish the current plain life more. Occasionally, descendants will find out their glorious past, but they will never expect that the ordinary-looking old man in front of him will be a popular figure in the streets and alleys. The vicissitudes of life may depict a lot of extraordinary experiences, but the pleasant expression tells the story of today's happiness and stability.

"Uncle Fu, how many years has this kind of life been?"

Walking on the street outside Dongcheng District, Ye Hetu asked Uncle Fu softly. He should have seen that Uncle Fu was not an ordinary person, but he had been confused by what Uncle Fu had done. How could an ordinary person make a decision to dedicate Zhang Zeduan's authentic work to the Cultural Bureau? How could an ordinary person be? In the center of the storm, the water wave is not surprised, and it can also respond calmly.

At this time, Uncle Fu is no longer as honest and loyal as before. He is replaced by a mature vicissitudes. Only in front of his wife and son will he put away his current appearance. It is not deliberately covering it up, but that the past is not worth his nostalgia. He took the big front door handed to him by Ye Hetu, smelled it, and smiled calmly, "Actually, I'm used to Hongta Mountain. The big front door smells a little heavy, and I don't like it very much."

"Uncle Fu, in fact, I think it's better for you not to smoke."

The two walked side by side. Ye Hetu, who was walking beside Uncle Fu, looked ahead and said slowly. Many people are not addicted to smoking, but still like smoking. They don't like the stimulation of tobacco, but the feeling of being infatuated with smoking, which can enrich their hearts, make their hearts empty, and forget some things that should not be remembered. Sometimes, on the contrary, what you want to forget is clearer. I don't know if Uncle Fu wants to forget the past or to forget the past in the depths of his memory.

"Why?"

Uncle Fu, who smokes, asked curiously that the young man he was favored by him in front of him was another young man who paid the most attention in the past 20 years, in addition to his son.

"When you don't smoke one day, you may find that you are still the same as before, and nothing has changed." Ye Hetu looked at the watch in his hand and said slowly. Every man who smokes will always have several reasons as excuses, but when he really relies on tobacco, he finds that smoking has just become a hobby. It's just another way of recreation.

Uncle Fu was stunned for a moment and thought about it carefully. What Ye Hetu said really made sense. When did he become obsessed with tobacco? In those years, he did not have the habit of smoking. Only have a special preference for drinking. A good friend who only drinks Erguotou is the same. Drinking is not alcohol, but maintaining a habit. The habit is not that you can quit it. After sticking to it for more than ten or twenty years, the only thing that can continue to be maintained is a few habits.

"Uncle Fu, do you know me?" Ye Hetu suddenly raised his head and asked.

Uncle Fu shook his head and didn't know him.

"But I think you look at me like looking at a very familiar person."

Ye Hetu, who continued to move forward, said that this was exactly what he couldn't figure out, and he might have figured it out long ago, but he just didn't want to say it. It's like the plot of a novel. Readers have expected the content of the second half of the novel in the first half, but they still want to keep reading it. As long as the author tells the truth, they can really finish reading this book. For readers, the book is a good book. For the author, it is undoubtedly very successful.

"Yes, looking at you will remind me of my friend from many years ago."

A rippled smile appeared on Uncle Fu's face, which was completely different from the smile when the store was full of guests. It was a kind of smile from the heart.

"From the first time I saw you, I thought you were very similar to him. I deliberately hung Zhang Zeduan's painting on the wall, but I didn't expect you to recognize it at a glance."

Recalling the original scene, Uncle Fu smiled and said with relief. Not to mention giving a painting to the Culture Bureau, even ten paintings would not hurt at all. If he had a fancy to money, he would not have opened a hot pot restaurant in Dongcheng District at ease today.

After suddenly realizing, Ye Hetu remembered that since Uncle Fu, who can generously send out Zhang Zerui's authentic works, wouldn't he not know the true value of the painting? It can be said that he was fascinated by the authorities and the onlookers were clear. On the contrary, he can't see clearly in the game. This consciousness has been greatly exerted in the game laid down by the old men in Kunlun.

"Like him?"

Caught another former news in Uncle Fu's words, Ye Hetu asked.

Uncle Fu, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looked ahead, regardless of the smoke that he was about to smoke tears. He muttered vaguely, "Like, it's too similar. In addition to being like him, he is also like her.

"It seems that Uncle Fu knew my identity at the first sight of me."

Ye Hetu shook his head and smiled bitterly. After knowing his identity, he could still do it. This effort had to be admired by him. It was not a scene, nor did he deliberately hide anything. Uncle Fu could calmly be a good hot pot restaurant chef, and those expressions had long been hidden.

"What, do you have a problem with your father?"

Turning his head and looking at Ye Hetu, Uncle Fu was puzzled. Ye Hetu did not answer him, but picked up a fallen leaf and sighed, "Yiye Zhiqiu."

Uncle Fu laughed and scolded, "Don't play riddles with uncle. Your father is a man and work, but a decisive and vigorous personality has made him offend many people, otherwise it will not cause today's situation."

It seemed that something came to his attention. Uncle Fu immediately put away the trend of continuing to talk and said nothing else. Fortunately, Ye Hetu didn't continue to ask.

"I am from Chongqing, but I have lived in Beijing for nearly 25 years. I have been in Beijing all my life, and I have been defeated in Beijing. Speaking of which, Beijing still has an unclear relationship with me." Uncle Fu laughed and said, as if he had returned to the image of the previous honest and honest middle-aged uncle.

Ye Hetu suddenly asked, "Uncle Fu, can you tell me what you used to do?"

Uncle Fu closed his eyes, thought about it, and brewed for a while. He said, "I work everything, pull cars, worked as a freight worker, worked for several years of construction, and undertaken the business of a labor contractor for several years, but it's too far from me."

"Why are you like this now?"

"Why is it like this? Think about it, in the past, there was a place in Beijing called Yanhuang Club. I was a member of it in the glorious period. Later, for some reasons, the Yanhuang Club was disintegrated, and many people were suppressed to varying degrees. At that time, Uncle Fu was unwilling and wanted to resist desperately, but it turned out to be like this.

Looking back on the past, Uncle Fu said with lingering palpit. Twenty years ago, the Yanhuang Club said that no one didn't know. In the end, the Yanhuang Club could not escape the disintegration of fate. The man's painstaking efforts were destroyed. Uncle Fu said in the bottom of his heart. If it hadn't been for his heart dead, it would not have been completely impossible for them to win back the situation. . But what's the use of saying this now?

Hearing Uncle Fu's words, Ye Hetu thought deeply. Resist and resist. It must be another powerful battle. Ye Hetu, who didn't know much about the Yanhuang Club, didn't mean to ask. He just wanted to know the question for a long time and smiled, "Uncle Fu, I don't know your name yet. Can you tell me today?"

Uncle Fu, who was asked by Ye Hetu, did not excuse himself. He pondered for a moment and said, "My surname is Fu, and my name is Longhu."

The dragon and the tiger are split in response.

Dragon and tiger spirit, what a domineering name.