Old Wang Doesn’t Want to be Tragic

hat time, let alone know the ending of the man.

Because at that time the marriage partner arranged by his uncle had already started living in his villa and was playing hard-to-play tricks on him.

Oh, that woman.

Ji Dabao raised his head arrogantly, and after a while, his neck was sore and tired, only then he slowly retracted.

As the sky darkened, the vitality of the street slowly gathered.
Many young men and women were chatting and laughing together.

At this time, the housing price in Su was low and the pressure on young people was indeed much smaller than it would be twenty years later.

Ji Dabao was thinking about how to get rich quickly, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that his uncle hasn’t moved for a long time.

Ji Dabao probed with difficulty and grabbed Ji Lian Huo’s shoulder.
Only then he saw his uncle’s trance-like expression.

Ji Dabao has never seen this kind of expression on his uncle’s face.
He only remembered that in the next five years, almost all the edges and corners of Ji Lian Huo would be smoothed out. 

After that, even when he arrived at Leng’s house, Ji Lian Huo would never have this kind of appearance again.

Grandpa Leng had also thought about finding a companion for his uncle, but unfortunately, his uncle never had such an idea, and he was very vigilant toward everyone.

Since Uncle Yu passed away, he didn’t even have a friend to talk to.

Ji Dabao was sighing with emotion, when he vaguely heard a few foul words coming from the front, and when he raised his eyes, his body shuddered.

Seven or eight gangsters surrounded a stall and started to tease the stall owner’s daughter.
The stall owner almost cried, and hurriedly took out the money and stuffed it into the hands of the gang leader.

Seeing the scene, Ji Dabao’s body was stiff.
He had seen this scene before… 

In just a few minutes, those gangsters would notice Ji Lian Huo, and then the suffering began.

Those goddamn gangsters who couldn’t beat Ji Lian Huo would deliberately attack him and hit a one-year-old child on the head with a stick.

And in order to protect himself, Ji Lian Huo would lie on the ground and block the attack with his body. 

Ji Dabao didn’t want to see it, he really didn’t want to experience it again!

(Translated by Beauty Brute.)

“Woohoo!” Ji Dabao hurriedly patted Ji Lian Huo with his hands as he saw those gangsters walking towards them.

That’s too late!

Ji Dabao shouted in a hurry.

Uncle, Run!