Nowadays, life is getting better, and the material life of the elderly can also be satisfied.

What cannot be satisfied is naturally spiritual life.

When I was young, I just had to get married for the rest of my life. When I got older, I realized that I had found "true love" and then started to make trouble with my children.

As a result, the children found it embarrassing, so both parties kicked them out.

This kind of thing happens a lot now.

Zhang Hong has seen a lot of it in the news.

Thinking about this, Zhang Hongdun found it boring.

He put out his cigarette butt on the ground, then stood up and prepared to leave.

The old man just got up and stopped him: "Wait! Listen to me finish the story first! Otherwise, I will really lie down!"

Zhang Hong chuckled and pointed to the lampshade of the electric car's headlight: "Uncle, I have a special opening there to install a driving recorder. Your trick is of no use to me."

The uncle turned around in shock and observed carefully.

Indeed, the headlight shade has a circular opening of a few centimeters.

If you look carefully, you can see something like a camera inside.

"Are you really sick? Who installed a driving recorder on an electric car?!" the uncle blurted out.

"I haven't seen anyone touching porcelain electric cars." Zhang Hong curled his lips and said.

"You are so low-key!" The old man pointed at Lin Muqing, who was holding a phone in his hand and was ready to call the police at any time. "You think I'm blind, old man! Which of those brand-name items doesn't start with a five-digit figure? And that bag! It's not 60,000.

I can’t get the piece off! The most important thing is the watch! Patek Philippe! An international famous brand! I think I don’t know the goods!”

"..."

Zhang Hong turned around and gave Lin Muqing a "It's all your fault" look.

Lin Muqing crossed his arms and gave him a cold look of disgust.

"Okay, okay, then uncle, what are you going to do?" Zhang Hong shrugged and spread his arms, "I have a driving recorder installed anyway. If you want to extort money, I will call the police. If you want to solve the sunset red matter at your house

, I suggest you contact a newspaper to expose it. It’s useless to contact me anyway, I’ll just make a TV series.”

"I know, and you are the one I am looking for." The old man said firmly: "Only you can help us realize our sunset-red dream!"

Zhang Hong was stunned: "I'm not a TV station's 'family mediator.' It's none of my business that you two are in love with each other!"

"What is the old man's passionate love at sunset?" Now it was the old man's turn to be confused.

Zhang Hong scratched his earlobe: "Isn't it because your wife passed away and you two fell in love while dancing in the square and planned to have a sunset love affair, but the children of both parties disagreed?"

"What a mess! We were originally husband and wife!" the old man said angrily.

"..." Zhang Hong clicked his tongue, "Then why do you say sunset is red?"

"Alas..." The old man sighed, took the last puff of his cigarette, then looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said in a low voice, "Actually, the two of us just want to realize our dreams when we were young."

He looked at Zhang Hong and said very seriously: "We both want to be actors."

Zhang Hong: "???"

His head is now filled with questions.

This was more magical than he thought.
Chapter completed!