Rebirth In The Last Days

Qin Lao's words that did not carry the slightest malice but showed a bit of disgust, named the fact that Uncle Jian was not welcome.

If you have a thinner skin, you might leave with embarrassment.

However, Uncle Jian is a native of Yingyuan, and his thinking mode is somewhat different from that of Dingguo.

He didn't even hear the dislike in Qin's old saying, and said with a smile, "I'll play chess with you."

A group of old men, "···"

"thanks!"

Lao Li, who has retired to the second line and has not gone to work very much, smiled, "But we understand your kindness. You should go for a walk with Xiao Jian."

"No, no, no!"

Uncle Jane waved his hand for three consecutive refusals, "Little Jane doesn't need me to accompany you, you only want me to accompany you, respect the elders!"

With a big white teeth grin, the smile on Uncle Jane's face is indescribably sincere.

Today is another day to respect the elderly.

He is a good son-in-law of Dingguo.

Old Li's hand holding the chess piece stiffened, and he sighed, Xiao Lu, the uncle, is good everywhere, the only bad thing is that he is not good at Dingguo culture.

"Lao Lei, tell him!"

After sighing again, Old Li said, "I have nothing to do with him."

Old man Lei wanted to say that I didn't have any trouble with him, but his old friends stared at him. The old man who loves Face twitched his mouth and said to Uncle Jian, "We don't need you to accompany him."

"need."

"do not want."

"why?"

"You have no chess skills."

"I have it."

"No, you don't, you don't know what it means to watch a chess without saying True Monarch pieces, and you don't understand how helpless we are when you take a step and regret a chess game..."

After a deep sigh, the old man Lei wrinkled his face and said pitifully, "We are exhausted when we play a chess with you."

Tired, really tired.

Another person who understands the culture of Dingguo can still communicate.

However, the uncle Xiao Lu is limited to speaking Ding Guohua. You can be straightforward with him. He has misinterpreted your meaning because of the different thinking mode. It makes no difference to playing the piano.

"···"

The expression on Lao Lei's face was so pitiful, so pitiful that Uncle Jane finally realized what was wrong at this moment, and the smile on his face split instantly.

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said, "I understand..."

What do you know?

"You don't want to play chess with me."

Old Qin and the others, "···"

"But it doesn't matter, I still love you!"

Old Qin and the others had goose bumps, and their pleated old faces were rarely red.

After living for a long time, this is the first time they have been loved by a middle-aged man.

The point is that this man is still a foreigner.

A little bit up!

After clearing his throat, Mr. Li was preparing to speak without being embarrassed. Uncle Jian's voice rang again, "Let's play chess!"

No, why did this topic come back again.

"Do not···"

Seeing Uncle Jian's shining eyes and the puppy-like expression on his face, Mr. Li couldn't say anything.

He took a deep breath, put down the chess piece, stood up and gave up his position, and said weakly, "Let's go."

"okay!"

Uncle Jane sat down happily and asked the old Qin who was opposite with interest, "Dear uncle, shall we re-set the chess pieces?"

Old Qin wanted to remind him that he was Uncle Qin, not his own uncle, but thinking about the results of the previous reminders, he felt that he should not make trouble.

"whatever."

He said, "Just be happy."

These words, Qin Lao said rather weak.

However, Uncle Jane didn't hear it. He was happy to mess up the board and re-set it.

"Then start again."

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