Chapter 22, Lin Hai’s Commitmen (1/2)
After Huang Bo left, Lin Hai took his parents and Lin Biao and left the hotel.
On the way, when passing the ladder factory of Sun Guizhi’s house, Lin Hai saw that the door had been sealed. It seemed that Huang Bo’s action was quite rapid.
Lin Hai has no sympathy for Sun Guizhi’s fate. If it were not for his uncle’s face, he would have wanted Sun Guizhi to go to prison.
“Haizi, who is Xiao Lao? How did you know each other?” On the way, Lin Wen asked Lin Hai.
After all, today’s turnaround depends entirely on Xiao Lao.
“On the way home, I took him along for a while and got to know him. As for who he was, I didn’t ask, but I guess he should be a soldier.”
In the evening, Lin Hai and his parents chatted late again before returning to the house for rest.
Ding Dong!
Just as Lin Hai lay down, the message rang.
“It’s all right at home.”
Liu Xinyue’s message.
“Everything is fine, thank you!”
“When will you come back?”
“Why, miss me?”
“It smells good.”
A few simple sentences, let Lin Hai feel a sweet heart.
It’s so nice to have someone missing you.
The next day, early in the morning, Lin Hai began to stare at his mobile phone, waiting for the red envelope.
Unfortunately, still did not grab, Lin Hai this time really a little frustrated.
After breakfast, Lin Hai drove Lin Yun to school.
With money, the little girl went to school happily.
When I got home, I saw Lin Wen sitting on the Kang frowning and his mother rubbing her legs beside him.
“Dad, your legs are not good yet?” Lin Customs asked.
“Well, the year before last, after a broken leg in the construction site, although it does not affect walking after treatment, but it will not work if it rains in a cloudy day.”
“Shall I take you to the hospital?”
“It’s no use.” Lin Wen waved, “Back soreness and leg pain is not a disease at all, so there is no rule of law.”
Song Qin also sighed, “Next door, your aunt Liu, also has pain in her old legs, paste a plaster on the matter, I also paste it on your father, no effect at all, I see, it is the root of the disease.”
“Plaster?” Lin Haixin suddenly moved.
Made, there’s a way.
Open Wechat and Lin Hai enters Tiantian Trading Group.
Little Muddleheaded Fairy: @Tieguai Li, do you have any dog skin ointment before you become immortal? Purchase one.
This Tieguai Li is known as the king of medicine. He specializes in all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases. The dog skin plaster invented by Tieguai Li is almost well known to everyone.
Ding Dong!
Tieguai Li did not reply, but directly added Lin Hai’s friends.
Pass!
Tieguai Li: Dao You, how do you know that before I became immortal, I made dog skin plaster. After our eight immortals, no one in the world flew up (behind is a row of shocked expressions).
Lin Hai pouts his mouth and talks nonsense, because his brother is choking in the world.
But Lin Hai certainly won’t say that.
Little Muddleheaded Immortal: What’s the difficulty? Benxian knows when he pinches his finger. Not only that, Benxian also knows that you were not what you are now, but that Tai Shang Lao Jun invited your soul to travel. You did not return it for seven days. The Guardian thought you were dead, cremated your body and waited for your soul to return. He had to find the body of a dying beggar like this.
Tieguai Li: You are admired by the immortals. (There’s another line of shocked faces behind)
Yo-ho, the elder brother fooled a little, this address has changed, Taoist friends have become immortal.
Little Muddleheaded Fairy: Okay, Benxian doesn’t talk to you. Is there anything left?
Tieguai Li: Yes, there is one more sticker, but this is my memorial before flying.
Little Muddleheaded Fairy: You can say how much to sell.
Tieguai Li: Not for sale.
Puff!
Your sister, don’t sell dried hair for half a day.
Tieguai Li: But if Shangxian can do me a favor, I can give it to Shangxian free of charge.
Why? Is there a good thing?