Chapter 243: Hong Fei Ming, Yi Ren He Mu (2)

Listening to the sound of footsteps, Lao Dian was both excited and nervous. He stretched out his hand and saliva to the palm of his hand. Then he rubbed his hands, rubbing his hands so hard that he was covered in saliva.

This action is a bit disgusting, but this is an action that Lao Dian has to do before working every time, which is called getting rid of bad luck. This action was learned from his master.

"Master, I'm going to do something big now!" Lao Dian took a deep breath and wiped his hands like hand cream. The light in his eyes was like stars, the brightest one.

Speaking of old masters, it’s really fate.

Since he made great contributions to guarding the underground casino, Lao Dian's ability to be known everywhere, including his master. The reason for his apprenticeship at that time was simple, he had no dreams or futures.

Just because his master said that he would not only have food to eat, but also give him some money every month.

In fact, at that time, Lao Dian, who had no father or mother, didn't know what it was illegal or not. He knew that stealing was definitely not good, but the problem was that he had to eat. He was twelve or thirteen years old and wanted to buy a good dress.

Just like that, he became a thief, a thief that is despised.

"You are so talented, you are born into our business." His master touched his head and gave him a thumbs up. That time, the first time he worked alone, he stole a woman's wallet in a mink coat.

Sometimes, it’s different to do something with talent.

He has a good ear, a good skill, and a stable personality. Until now, he has joined the counter-espionage organization and the organization also comments this way, just like his master.

"You have to learn to make others feel familiar at the first time. Only when you feel familiar can you relax your vigilance." The master touched his nose and pointed at the person coming towards him. He also saw that the man touched his nose. Although the master smiled at the stranger, the man was stunned, thinking he was an acquaintance and smiled.

Sometimes, the magnetic field between people is very delicate, and a little movement can affect it.

The way to imitate other people's subconscious actions can make the other party feel good. Lao Dan has been using it so well and has become a score given to him by the organization. The score of this social skill is much higher than that of others.

"I tell you, we have three things to steal! First, we don't steal the life-saving money from the hospital; second, we don't steal the hard-working money from the bottom, and third, we don't steal the money from orphans and widows."

No one looked down on his master, saying that his master was a thief. Indeed, his master was a thief, but Lao Dian trusted and relied on his master very much. He had no father or mother, and the master gave him food, but there was no reason to look down on the person who gave food.

So on the day the master left, Lao Dai cried like a fool.

"Hey, when he jumped out of the window that day, he should have spitted and wiped the bad luck in his hands!"

"Didn't you wipe it?"

"No! I just jumped down and came straight into a car, hitting him and killing him."

The master once entered the market to steal, and when the owner came back, he was so handsome that he heard it when he was downstairs, so he jumped down the window with a familiarity, climbed the drain pipe and slid to the height of the first floor, and then jumped down.

Before jumping, Lao Dai spitted and wiped his hands. He didn't know why he spitted and wiped his hands. His master said it was a waste of luck.

"There is a bad luck, there is also a ghost called a dark ghost. Our industry is most afraid of bad luck."

"Hao Gui is afraid of saliva?" Lao Dian asked for advice.

"That's not." The master shook his head and wiped his hands: "The ghost is afraid of luck, that is, luck. In our career, luck is too important. Sometimes you steal ten pockets and it's empty. Sometimes one will be fat. This saliva is for luck."

"Oh, I'm going to give Yun Shen, Yun Shen likes to drink?" Lao Diao asked humbly.

This questioned the master. The master was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand: "Don't care about these details..."

The master said that he had to vomit every time. Lao Dian would just jump out of the window and vomit before touching the person's pocket. But that time, his master was hung up his shoelaces before jumping out of the window, which wasted time. Seeing that the main house came in, he opened his shoes.

When I jumped down, there was no time and I didn't spit out the saliva and rub it on my hands.

As a result, I jumped down and drove a van over, and I was crushed to death as soon as I landed.

When the master died, Lao Dian buried him with a burial, and only then did he realize that he had found a piece of land to bury it. It was so troublesome and it was costly. The master had no father or mother, so he erected a monument.

The name is quite literary: Li Hongming.

"Master, what does your name mean?" Lao Dian asked before, and asked enviously. When he heard that this name was a cultural person, he didn't look like himself.

The master chuckled and was quite proud after taking a sip of cigarettes: "Hongfei Mingming, Yiren He Mu."

After hearing this, Lao Dian was stunned for a while and didn't understand what it meant.

The master squatted down, took a red brick and wrote it on the ground, and read it again: Hongfei Mingming, Yiren He Mu.

The old man hangs his waist and looks for a long time, he stretches out his toes and points to the word "Yi": "How do you pronounce this word?"

“yì.”

After hearing this, Lao Dian blinked and then spitted on the ground: "What, I haven't read any books, I know all the words, what does this mean?"

"The geese flew into the distant sky, and the hunter could not get it. It was like a hermit flying away, avoiding harm in his body." The master stretched out his hand and touched his hair, tidied up his messy hair, and then stretched out his hand to bounce the gray on his body.

When reciting an ancient poem, you have to clean it up to be worthy of it.

"Good guy, your name is educated, what did your parents do?" Although Lao Dian still didn't understand what this means, he is educated and his name is so educated.

"My mom is a teacher, and my dad is also a teacher."

"What about them?"

The master's eyes dimmed and he smiled.

This was the bitterest smile that Lao Diao had ever seen in his life. The master's eyes were dry, and he did not cry, and his nose was not even red. However, the sadness and bitterness penetrated through his dry eyes. It was so strong that Lao Diao, who was only thirteen years old at that time, realized that he had asked the wrong thing and closed his mouth with regret.

"My dad got drunk and they quarreled. Somehow, he beat my mom to death. My mom relatives came to see what was going on and killed them together. Later, my dad was shot. I had no shame to stay in my hometown and came out."

A short sentence summarized his life.

When I said this to my master, I was in a mud house, which was the house guarding the Lakers on the roadside. It was actually just an airtight. This Lakers guarding the Lakers was a friend of the master.

Although the master taught him the ability to steal, he was just a preliminary skill and the master was not very capable. The two of them could live a life and had some spare money in their hands, that's all.

When I steal a lot, I go to a small hotel to check in, take a shower, and have a nap.

When you steal less, sleep in the Lakers' house or deal with it anywhere.

It's better than following the group of people guarding underground casinos. There are more fights and more people die, which is not worth it.

The year I followed the master, I lived a good life, the best life that the thirteen-year-old Laodian had. I had eaten delicious food and dressed well. The master even took him to the beach once and had some seafood.

When he was buried, Lao Zai cried so hard.

"Hongfei is dark, Yiren is so impressed." Lao Diao called this line of words to the monument.

The master always said that this name has another meaning, and it was his own thinking about it. Think about it, the geese flew into the distant sky and the hunter could not get it. Isn’t that freedom?

Also, as a thief, he is most afraid of being caught. If he can fly to the sky like a geese, no one can catch him.

A good name is really a good name. The name given to you by your parents is the best name in the world.

"This name is blessed!" the master patted his chest and said.

While saying that, he put the meatballs on Lao Dian: "You eat, eat more."

"Master, you eat too."

"I'm not like you. You're still young. You have to grow up and eat more meat."

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Old Hang in the toilet pricked up his ears, and as he listened to the sound of footsteps getting closer, he was thinking in his heart: Hongfei is dark, Yiren He Mu.

Blessing people's names, poems, and saliva, including the name of Lao Zai gritted his teeth and the master's cemetery appeared in front of him.

A small and shabby tomb, even the monument is much smaller and much broken than others.

It says: Li Hongming, Hongfei Mingming, Yiren He Mu.

At the age of 19.
Chapter completed!