Chapter 98 (1/2)

Wang Jian shook his head slowly. Seeing this, the boy sighed. He felt a pity. Then he was ready to turn around and leave.

But just halfway through his action, he seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Wang Jian with a hand.

”By the way, my name is Song Yi. Why are you two classmates in the future? What's your name? Let's get to know each other first. ”

Wang Jian is silent again, looking at Song Yi's outstretched hand.

Song Yi saw that Wang Jian was silent and looked at his hand again, showing a free and easy smile.

”This is the way my mother told me to say hello to my father's hometown. When my mother met him for the first time, she said that he used this trick. At that time, she thought he was a hooligan and beat him up.

”Alas! My dead father didn't leave anything. I've got a lot of strange habits. ”

Song Yi thinks that Wang Jian doesn't understand, so he is ready to take back his hand. However, on the way, Wang Jian suddenly holds Song Yi's hand and smiles.

”Hello

Wang Jian looked down at his hands and whispered in a voice that only he could hear.

After the handshake ceremony, Wang Jian looks up at Song Yi. His eyes are sharp under his soft face. He pretends to be unconscious and asks, ”did your father tell you where he came from?”

Song Yi looks at Wang Jian in surprise. Some of them don't quite understand why Wang Jian asked this question, but he still recalls it for a while, and then says uncertainly, ”I'm not sure. My mother said that when she met my father, she was on the side of the road. He fainted there, and his body was a bit rotten, like being struck by thunder.”

”Besides, my father was in his twenties at that time, and he didn't even wake up. He said he came from a far away place, and he probably couldn't go back in his life...”

Gradually, Song Yi's voice became low and sad.

Although his father died not long after he was born, from the beginning of the story, his mother talked in her ears about how responsible and funny he was. In addition to holding martial spirit all day long, he was simply the best man in the sky and the earth, so he had a very clear impression of his father.

”Alas...”

Wang Jian carefully observes the change of Song Yi's look, and sees that he is sincere and doesn't look like a fake. He also sighs, and his face becomes a little sad.

The elder who was cut by thunder was a bit too miserable. He not only had no system, but also wore the wrong era.

It's a pity that his martial spirit should be cigarettes, which makes him leave the stage ahead of time. Otherwise, at Song Yi's age, he might still see the grand finale.

Wang Jian glances at Song Yi, looks at the cigarette between his two and admonishes him: ”don't smoke that thing!”

Song Yi is surprised. He looks at Wang Jian in a daze and swallows a mouthful of saliva.

”How do you know to smoke less? My mother said that my dead father's last word before he died was to let me smoke less. She said it was bad for my health...”

”Well? Brother, have you ever seen such a martial spirit? ”

A flash of light suddenly flashed in Song Yi's eyes, and he looked at Wang Jian excitedly.

His father said that this kind of martial spirit is unique to his hometown. Does this brother and father come from the same place?!

But Wang Jian didn't want to say more. Who knows what the hapless elder left behind.

But I don't think the one who came here has time to say anything, otherwise Song Yi will stick to the door of notting college or Shrek college.

Wang Jian shook his head and said, ”I haven't seen it, but my intuition tells me that it's not good to smoke it.”