Chapter 132 (1/2)

”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.