Chapter 143 - Uncle 7 and Papa 8 (2) (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

“The Vietnamese! They damn touched my nest! It seems that last month’s incident upset them!” Uncle 7 is sighing, “I’m stuck in the house. If it wasn’t this kid, I’d be finished.” After a pause, he adds, “This kid seems to have a great dexterity, but unfortunately he doesn’t know how to play the gun.”

“Well.” Papa 8 is knocking on the table with his left hand, which has only three fingers. The seemingly peaceful eyes are turning around me twice. To be honest, his eyes seem peaceful, but it really stays on you makes people feel very uncomfortable! It’s a kind of vision that seems to be able to see people through, a kind of examination!

“What did 7 say your name just now? Well, Chen Yang?”

I nod: “Just call me Little 5.”

“Well, you settle down here first.” Papa 8 is smiling, then he is saying, “You see, I only have eight fingers, so people outside here all call me Eight Fingers. If you like, just call me Papa 8.”

He has a gentle smile and a slight sense of refinement, which makes people feel like spring breeze.

But this makes me feel uncomfortable.

Because of his style, his temperament and his manner are very similar to one person!

Juan!

Papa 8 presses a button on the table, immediately the back door opens, two men come in.

“You push Uncle 7 out to rest and ask the doctor to come to check for him.” He speaks in a calm tone.

Uncle 7 wants to say something, but he looks at Papa 8 and does not open his mouth, just patting me on the shoulder. Then two men come respectfully and push him out. I see that this Papa 8 has something to say to me.

I look at him unblinkly. He’s smiling, pointing to a chair next: “Sit down.”

Then he is saying to me politely: “Wait a minute first.”

Then he presses the button again. This time, a man comes in with the clean work uniform. Papa 8 says quickly: “Uncle 7 had an accident at home today. It was the Vietnamese. I’m worried about last month’s incident. You check it up everywhere. How did the news get out? Communicate with several associations. Keep an eye on them… Um…” He looks at me and doesn’t go on, but the man has already known it and nodding out.

I can see that the man, whether walking or standing, is very straight, with a very good posture when he’s moving, and he has obvious traces of the army.

Then the Papa 8 is sighing, going aside, pouring me a glass of water with a seemingly old thermos bottle, and smiling at me to show me that I’m welcome.

“Little 5, right?” He’s saying with the mild smile, “Tell me something about your story. What trouble did you cause at home?”

I repeat what I have said to Uncle 7 in the car to him again.

Papa 8 does not speak, listening quietly, fingers taping lightly on the table, as if with some strange rhythm. Because of the rhythm of his finger tapping is so strange that on several occasions I can’t help being carried by the rhythm, and the tone of the voice is also changed a little by it.

He’s smiling, feeling my discomfort and saying: “Oh, sorry. This is my old habit.”

Suddenly my heart is moving and I remember that the rhythm of his finger tapping is in accordance with the rhythm of an old song: As time goes by!

When I finish, he gently touches his eyebrows and says slowly: “I think, according to what you said, in fact, your troubles at home have been over. They thought you were dead, didn’t they? Someone has helped you make a fake corpse, so you should be in no trouble anymore.”