I was tired? Haha, the old man sat down on the bluestone steps in the yard. He took out a blue tortoiseshell gilded square box from somewhere, picked out a few cubes of golden tobacco from it, and then rolled it up with champagne-colored cigarette paper.
His hands were big and thick, covered with scars and wrinkles that could not be distinguished, but his hands were very agile. He rolled up a cigarette in a few strokes, then took out a box of matches and lit them, and sat on the steps and sniffed the clouds and sniffed the mist.
After Wenlong put the kettle and bucket, he walked straight to the old man and sat down.
He didn't care about his frankness, but instead stuffed the box into his hands. He didn't take much politeness. He rolled one of them himself, put it in his mouth and sucked it. A pure and thick breath came into his mouth. He was moved and said: Is this a No. 13 cigar?
Haha, boy, you are quite cognitive. The old man smiled and nodded. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious, but there was a trace of cunning like a child in his eyes, which was no different from Weng Lihong.
This thing can only be absorbed by those produced in my hometown, but after those old friends were buried, this technology would probably be lost. The old man spitted out a mouthful of white smoke, but he complained slightly.
Ten pieces a month, the doctor stipulated that it was not good to say that it was too much to smoke. Hey, I have lived so old, I only have such a hobby, and I have to be controlled by others. Fucked. The old man complained like a child, not as arrogant as before. He was just a swear word that he made up, but still showed his true nature as a soldier.
The old man sat on the steps like that. He didn't care about the dust on the steps at all. The poplin trousers were tied up high, and the exposed calves were covered with blue veins. His posture was like a farmer, not at all the majesty he had before, but even so, his waist was always straight, and his mouth was constantly breathing mist.
Nowadays, there are so few kids who can endure hardships. Even those little kids are not patient and farming with the old man. The old man patted his knees and looked quite sighing. At this moment, he has removed his tough arms from his body, and he is more like an old man in his octogenarian.
Speaking of this, the old man seemed to be a little excited. His previous words came to an abrupt end. Wenlong didn't know that he shouldn't comment on other people's family affairs, so he had to remain silent. They were in the gradually falling sunset, silently swallowing clouds and mist.
The cigar in his hand almost turned into a pile of ashes, and this unusual silence was broken by a sound of footsteps. Judging from the gentle rhythm of the footsteps, this should be a woman, and a woman who is so familiar to him that he can't be more familiar to him.
Sure enough, a slightly hoarse female voice sounded behind her back. The voice had a unique sexy feeling, but it was softer than before.
Dad, it’s almost six o’clock, do you still want someone to order a meal?
He turned around, and the beautiful figure who was still moaning gently under his crotch last night stood behind him.
What is a little different from the past is that Weng Lihong's still beautiful and elegant face is less free and unrestrained than the past, and more gentle and reserved. Her dazzling blonde hair is wrapped in an orange embroidered gold thread, which makes her facial features mixed with Chinese and Western styles look much softer. The pair of augmented lips are only applied with a faint lip gloss, unlike in the past, which is always shown with big red lips.
Only when he faces his eyes, he will reveal a hint of affection that has always been around these days, and then he will quickly look at his old father gently and filially.
Her delicate body, which was curvy in the back, was wrapped in an orange-red chiffon long skirt. Although this skirt was not close to the body, it looked a little wide and loose, it made her look more feminine. Her two unique long legs were faintly visible in the skirt. The long chiffon skirt was hanging to her ankles, and the pair of graceful jade feet were stepped on a pair of white flat sandals covered with rhinestones.
Haha, what are you urging me to do, I'm just smoking a cigarette with Long'er. After smoking, I'll go in. When Mr. Weng saw his daughter, his rock-like face suddenly melted, and an incredible soft smile appeared, but he waved his hand indifferently
Dad, it’s not me who said you, although the cigar does not enter the lungs, it also goes through the throat. It’s always bad for your body if you suck too much. Can’t you listen to me?
Weng Lihong obviously was not as respectful as others in front of Mr. Weng. She straightforwardly stepped forward and grabbed the few remaining cigars, and put them out on the flower bed. She snatched the way with her mouth.
OK OK, I understand, you are even nagging more than your mother... Mr. Weng was obviously afraid that his daughter would talk about him, so he waved his hand impatiently, stood up and walked into the house
Only Wenlong noticed that a trace of unhesitation flashed slightly across Weng Lihong's face.
But the expression flew in a flash. She quickly adjusted her head and held the old father's shoulder, half-held and half-held, accompanied Mr. Weng, and he hurriedly followed him quickly.
Through the somewhat dark passage, under Weng Lihong's guidance, they walked into the back room of the Siheyuan courtyard and entered a spacious and warm room.
The old imperial capital who lived in Siheyuan used to burn kangs in this season, but of course, now there is heating, and the indoor kangs are just decorations.
The furniture inside is made of fine mahogany, and the tables and chairs coated with red paint look unique in winter.
The room was brightly lit, and a table of food had been set on a square table of mahogany. A bottle of open Maotai was placed in the middle. The unique sauce aroma was filled with the tabletop. The dishes on the tabletop were all home-cooked Sichuan cuisine, including Dongpo elbow, fish-flavored shredded pork, Gongbao chicken, husband-and-wife lung slices, refry meat, Mapo tofu, etc., but they were cooked very exquisitely and deliciously, obviously from the craftsmanship of famous chefs.
Where are your little mother and brothers? Old Weng sat down in the seat of the guest of honor. He raised his head to Weng Lihong and asked.
The little girl he mentioned should be the wife of Xuxian, and the young nurse Weng Lihong has always been worried about
However, after many years, the woman had given birth to descendants for Mr. Weng, and her status in the family has been consolidated. This can be seen from Mr. Weng's question
She took her younger brothers to play golf early in the morning. I asked her and came back after having supper in the villa. Weng Lihong said lightly that she could not hear any emotions in her words, but was just describing a fact.
This crazy girl knew how to play. Old Weng muttered a few times, and he quickly threw it away, picked up the bottle of open Moutai, and poured it into Wenlong and the small porcelain cup in front of him.
No matter what they are, we have dinner and have a drink. Boss Weng waved his hand, and he quickly picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly.
Mr. Weng drank the white wine in one sip. Wenlong naturally did not want to be outdone and finished drinking like this. They started drinking while drinking. However, Weng Lihong unexpectedly did not drink wine in front of his father, but just brought a bowl of rice and ate quietly next to him.
Chili peppers are indispensable in this table of dishes, which tastes as hot as the color, but it makes him very spicy when he is used to eating local dishes, but the old man is as sweet as he can.
He kept asking Wenlong to drink. In order to neutralize the hotness in his mouth, Wenlong had to swallow a few glasses of white wine. Suddenly, it was like a fire was burning in his belly, spreading all over his body from his lower abdomen.
In the past six months, Wenlong's alcohol tolerance has grown quite fast. In addition, because of his strong body, he is no longer as easy to get drunk as the first brother back then.
Seeing that he could drink a few drinks, the old man even asked him to cheer. Seeing his bitter look but without any refusal, he became happier the more he drank, and he fucked endlessly with a smile, and kept dissuading Weng Lihong from the side, and ignored him like a wind in his ear.
Although Wenlong was drinking very vigorously with the old man, half of his attention was on Weng Lihong.
In the past half month of their stay, Weng Lihong has become more and more beautiful, and her body has become much plump and her skin is whiter than before. It should be because she has been fully loved and watered. Her clearly contoured face is filled with a moving luster, which makes him look like three autumns a day without seeing him.
However, Weng Lihong seemed much more reserved than when she was with him in the past. Although she spoke to them, the pair of Mingmèi's big eyes did not look at him in person. Most of the time, she looked like a little girl who was admiring. She looked at the old general who was full of fun and talked about the great achievements of the past. She only occasionally glanced at Wenlong's face inadvertently, glared at him coquettishly, but soon returned to its original state.
Weng Lihong's appearance not only did not make him unhappy, but instead added her charm.
She is still the beautiful and charming long-legged beauty, but her eyes are not as restless as she had heard about the bad news of Lu Jun, nor is she as enthusiastic and unrestrained as she was when Shangri-La was before, and she became much calmer than before. However, this calmness also contains a deep thing, which is difficult to see in Weng Lihong before
Dad, drink less, the doctor said you can only drink three cups a day at most. Looking at the bottle of Moutai on the table, Weng Lihong couldn't help but persuade him.
What is three cups? Do you think of me as a little baby? You were not drunk at the time. Although Mr. Weng has always listened to his daughter very much, but after he got drunk, he seemed to have become that autocratic and conceited soldier again.
Haha, come on, Long'er, let's do it
Mr. Weng's kindness is hard to stop, not to mention that in front of this war-torn soldier, Wenlong had no other tricks. In desperation, he had to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.
Weng Lihong saw that his father was in a state of interest and knew that it would be useless to continue to dissuade him. Mr. Weng is extremely competitive and strong. If you say he can't do it, he will fight with you and never give up until you make you obedient. So Weng Lihong had to win over him.
Wenlong couldn't help feeling soft when he saw Weng Lihong's eyes showing a pleading. Since she appeared, she finally dared to look at him directly. He used his eyes to signal her not to worry, and then pulled Mr. Weng to ask some famous battles in history. Sure enough, when talking about the battles, Mr. Weng's attention shifted from the wine glass. He began to talk about the battles he had experienced personally.
His hands were big and thick, covered with scars and wrinkles that could not be distinguished, but his hands were very agile. He rolled up a cigarette in a few strokes, then took out a box of matches and lit them, and sat on the steps and sniffed the clouds and sniffed the mist.
After Wenlong put the kettle and bucket, he walked straight to the old man and sat down.
He didn't care about his frankness, but instead stuffed the box into his hands. He didn't take much politeness. He rolled one of them himself, put it in his mouth and sucked it. A pure and thick breath came into his mouth. He was moved and said: Is this a No. 13 cigar?
Haha, boy, you are quite cognitive. The old man smiled and nodded. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became more obvious, but there was a trace of cunning like a child in his eyes, which was no different from Weng Lihong.
This thing can only be absorbed by those produced in my hometown, but after those old friends were buried, this technology would probably be lost. The old man spitted out a mouthful of white smoke, but he complained slightly.
Ten pieces a month, the doctor stipulated that it was not good to say that it was too much to smoke. Hey, I have lived so old, I only have such a hobby, and I have to be controlled by others. Fucked. The old man complained like a child, not as arrogant as before. He was just a swear word that he made up, but still showed his true nature as a soldier.
The old man sat on the steps like that. He didn't care about the dust on the steps at all. The poplin trousers were tied up high, and the exposed calves were covered with blue veins. His posture was like a farmer, not at all the majesty he had before, but even so, his waist was always straight, and his mouth was constantly breathing mist.
Nowadays, there are so few kids who can endure hardships. Even those little kids are not patient and farming with the old man. The old man patted his knees and looked quite sighing. At this moment, he has removed his tough arms from his body, and he is more like an old man in his octogenarian.
Speaking of this, the old man seemed to be a little excited. His previous words came to an abrupt end. Wenlong didn't know that he shouldn't comment on other people's family affairs, so he had to remain silent. They were in the gradually falling sunset, silently swallowing clouds and mist.
The cigar in his hand almost turned into a pile of ashes, and this unusual silence was broken by a sound of footsteps. Judging from the gentle rhythm of the footsteps, this should be a woman, and a woman who is so familiar to him that he can't be more familiar to him.
Sure enough, a slightly hoarse female voice sounded behind her back. The voice had a unique sexy feeling, but it was softer than before.
Dad, it’s almost six o’clock, do you still want someone to order a meal?
He turned around, and the beautiful figure who was still moaning gently under his crotch last night stood behind him.
What is a little different from the past is that Weng Lihong's still beautiful and elegant face is less free and unrestrained than the past, and more gentle and reserved. Her dazzling blonde hair is wrapped in an orange embroidered gold thread, which makes her facial features mixed with Chinese and Western styles look much softer. The pair of augmented lips are only applied with a faint lip gloss, unlike in the past, which is always shown with big red lips.
Only when he faces his eyes, he will reveal a hint of affection that has always been around these days, and then he will quickly look at his old father gently and filially.
Her delicate body, which was curvy in the back, was wrapped in an orange-red chiffon long skirt. Although this skirt was not close to the body, it looked a little wide and loose, it made her look more feminine. Her two unique long legs were faintly visible in the skirt. The long chiffon skirt was hanging to her ankles, and the pair of graceful jade feet were stepped on a pair of white flat sandals covered with rhinestones.
Haha, what are you urging me to do, I'm just smoking a cigarette with Long'er. After smoking, I'll go in. When Mr. Weng saw his daughter, his rock-like face suddenly melted, and an incredible soft smile appeared, but he waved his hand indifferently
Dad, it’s not me who said you, although the cigar does not enter the lungs, it also goes through the throat. It’s always bad for your body if you suck too much. Can’t you listen to me?
Weng Lihong obviously was not as respectful as others in front of Mr. Weng. She straightforwardly stepped forward and grabbed the few remaining cigars, and put them out on the flower bed. She snatched the way with her mouth.
OK OK, I understand, you are even nagging more than your mother... Mr. Weng was obviously afraid that his daughter would talk about him, so he waved his hand impatiently, stood up and walked into the house
Only Wenlong noticed that a trace of unhesitation flashed slightly across Weng Lihong's face.
But the expression flew in a flash. She quickly adjusted her head and held the old father's shoulder, half-held and half-held, accompanied Mr. Weng, and he hurriedly followed him quickly.
Through the somewhat dark passage, under Weng Lihong's guidance, they walked into the back room of the Siheyuan courtyard and entered a spacious and warm room.
The old imperial capital who lived in Siheyuan used to burn kangs in this season, but of course, now there is heating, and the indoor kangs are just decorations.
The furniture inside is made of fine mahogany, and the tables and chairs coated with red paint look unique in winter.
The room was brightly lit, and a table of food had been set on a square table of mahogany. A bottle of open Maotai was placed in the middle. The unique sauce aroma was filled with the tabletop. The dishes on the tabletop were all home-cooked Sichuan cuisine, including Dongpo elbow, fish-flavored shredded pork, Gongbao chicken, husband-and-wife lung slices, refry meat, Mapo tofu, etc., but they were cooked very exquisitely and deliciously, obviously from the craftsmanship of famous chefs.
Where are your little mother and brothers? Old Weng sat down in the seat of the guest of honor. He raised his head to Weng Lihong and asked.
The little girl he mentioned should be the wife of Xuxian, and the young nurse Weng Lihong has always been worried about
However, after many years, the woman had given birth to descendants for Mr. Weng, and her status in the family has been consolidated. This can be seen from Mr. Weng's question
She took her younger brothers to play golf early in the morning. I asked her and came back after having supper in the villa. Weng Lihong said lightly that she could not hear any emotions in her words, but was just describing a fact.
This crazy girl knew how to play. Old Weng muttered a few times, and he quickly threw it away, picked up the bottle of open Moutai, and poured it into Wenlong and the small porcelain cup in front of him.
No matter what they are, we have dinner and have a drink. Boss Weng waved his hand, and he quickly picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly.
Mr. Weng drank the white wine in one sip. Wenlong naturally did not want to be outdone and finished drinking like this. They started drinking while drinking. However, Weng Lihong unexpectedly did not drink wine in front of his father, but just brought a bowl of rice and ate quietly next to him.
Chili peppers are indispensable in this table of dishes, which tastes as hot as the color, but it makes him very spicy when he is used to eating local dishes, but the old man is as sweet as he can.
He kept asking Wenlong to drink. In order to neutralize the hotness in his mouth, Wenlong had to swallow a few glasses of white wine. Suddenly, it was like a fire was burning in his belly, spreading all over his body from his lower abdomen.
In the past six months, Wenlong's alcohol tolerance has grown quite fast. In addition, because of his strong body, he is no longer as easy to get drunk as the first brother back then.
Seeing that he could drink a few drinks, the old man even asked him to cheer. Seeing his bitter look but without any refusal, he became happier the more he drank, and he fucked endlessly with a smile, and kept dissuading Weng Lihong from the side, and ignored him like a wind in his ear.
Although Wenlong was drinking very vigorously with the old man, half of his attention was on Weng Lihong.
In the past half month of their stay, Weng Lihong has become more and more beautiful, and her body has become much plump and her skin is whiter than before. It should be because she has been fully loved and watered. Her clearly contoured face is filled with a moving luster, which makes him look like three autumns a day without seeing him.
However, Weng Lihong seemed much more reserved than when she was with him in the past. Although she spoke to them, the pair of Mingmèi's big eyes did not look at him in person. Most of the time, she looked like a little girl who was admiring. She looked at the old general who was full of fun and talked about the great achievements of the past. She only occasionally glanced at Wenlong's face inadvertently, glared at him coquettishly, but soon returned to its original state.
Weng Lihong's appearance not only did not make him unhappy, but instead added her charm.
She is still the beautiful and charming long-legged beauty, but her eyes are not as restless as she had heard about the bad news of Lu Jun, nor is she as enthusiastic and unrestrained as she was when Shangri-La was before, and she became much calmer than before. However, this calmness also contains a deep thing, which is difficult to see in Weng Lihong before
Dad, drink less, the doctor said you can only drink three cups a day at most. Looking at the bottle of Moutai on the table, Weng Lihong couldn't help but persuade him.
What is three cups? Do you think of me as a little baby? You were not drunk at the time. Although Mr. Weng has always listened to his daughter very much, but after he got drunk, he seemed to have become that autocratic and conceited soldier again.
Haha, come on, Long'er, let's do it
Mr. Weng's kindness is hard to stop, not to mention that in front of this war-torn soldier, Wenlong had no other tricks. In desperation, he had to sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman.
Weng Lihong saw that his father was in a state of interest and knew that it would be useless to continue to dissuade him. Mr. Weng is extremely competitive and strong. If you say he can't do it, he will fight with you and never give up until you make you obedient. So Weng Lihong had to win over him.
Wenlong couldn't help feeling soft when he saw Weng Lihong's eyes showing a pleading. Since she appeared, she finally dared to look at him directly. He used his eyes to signal her not to worry, and then pulled Mr. Weng to ask some famous battles in history. Sure enough, when talking about the battles, Mr. Weng's attention shifted from the wine glass. He began to talk about the battles he had experienced personally.
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