【Bottle Evil】Tomb Raider

On the cleanest wall in my house, there is a piece of paper nailed to almost the entire wall, on which is the family tree of the Zhang family.

The genealogy was released together with Poker Ping when Zhang Haike came over.

But Boyouping told us that he thinks there are still errors in this genealogy because one generation is missing.

This is a very bizarre mistake, and it once again caused me a headache for such a huge system of the Zhang family.

Poker-Face seems to be very concerned about this matter, and made a lot of annotations on the genealogy. I don't know what his plans are, but this genealogy has been posted there.

I drank tea and looked at it. The more I looked at it, the more I felt dazzled. The fat man came over to me and said, "What do you think, naive? My eyebrows are all screwed together."

My mind was still spinning, so I repeated Pokerfing's conclusion: "There are fewer people."

The fat man came over and also stared at the genealogy. He saw the little brother at a glance and pointed.

The younger brother's position in this picture is very special, he is Zhang Qiling, the last generation of the Zhang family, but there is no name of his father and mother on this picture, the younger brother's name is written in the lower part of the middle of the picture, and the surrounding area is blank.

The fat man thought for a while, then picked up the pencil used for marking the oil bottle on the table next to him, leaned against the wall, and wrote something with a swipe of the pen.

He moved away to show me to look, I almost spit out a mouthful of tea - this fat man drew a horizontal line next to the oil bottle, and then wrote my name.

The fat man said, "Without you, everything is lost."

"I'm missing something." I said, "My surname is Wu, not Zhang."

The fat man said that if you marry a chicken, you can marry a dog like a dog. I scolded you for saying who is a chicken and who is a dog.

The two of them had just quarreled, when footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Fatty and I looked at each other, both very strange, Poker-Face went out into the mountains again in the morning, he usually would not come back so early, and hearing the footsteps, it turned out to be two people.

I haven't quarreled with my neighbors recently. I was very confused. When I walked to the door with the fat man, I heard a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, I found that it was Zhang Haike. Zhang Haike smiled at us: "I'm here again."

I subconsciously wanted to close the door, but I noticed that there was another person behind him.

At first glance, this person looked familiar, but upon closer inspection, he was a little strange. When I looked closer again, I felt the blood vessels on my forehead bulge.

Fuck, it turned out to be Brother Zhang. He shaved, changed his clothes, and no longer wore the dirty robe. His hair was washed clean. He narrowed his eyes, and smiled evilly at me, as if he had turned back into the young master I saw in the illusion. This man was harder to deal with than Zhang Haike.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward at once. Although we had met in Beijing before, we didn't have a good impression of each other.

He insisted on seeing Poker Fing, and I vaguely felt that nothing good would happen.Fatty and I looked at each other. Fatty was obviously not too happy, and he could see Brother Zhang's intentions, and whispered to me: "Play by ear." Then he looked at Zhang Haike and said, "I said, you can come, our brother A few are welcome, but did you bring someone else?"

Brother Xiao Zhang rushed up to me and said, "Don't you guys not recognize me? You won't. I'm Brother Zhang. We've met before. I'm here to see the patriarch."

The fat man took a step forward and blocked the door: "See you, see you patriarch! Did our Third Master Wu approve the note for you?"

I looked at him coldly, and I had a hundred alarms in my heart. He actually found Zhang Haike, and Zhang Haike brought him here, which obviously shows that they have a good relationship or have reached some consensus.At worst, at least, they are all surnamed Zhang.

Brother Zhang didn't care about our attitude at all, and started to look around our yard and house on his own.

"So the patriarch has always lived in this kind of place?"

The fat man said: "What's the matter? Our little brother likes to stay here. He can get whatever he wants. He is also the idol of our village and the best chef in the area."

Brother Xiao Zhang ignored the fat man, and suddenly turned back to look at me, with an ambiguous tone, "Wu Xie seems to have underestimated you, you are quite capable."

The corner of my mouth twitched, thinking what the hell kind of thinking is this?

Zhang Haike stood up to ease the atmosphere: "Calm down, calm down, we are all on our own."

The fat man liked Zhang Haike very much, after all he brought Brother Zhang, so he had to give him face, so he let them sit in the house.

Brother Zhang didn't have the slightest sense of being in someone else's house, and when he entered the house, his hands and feet became even more dishonest, looking around, and then he saw the family tree on the wall.

I've read the genealogy carefully before, but I don't know his real name, so I'm not sure if there is him. He is not a member of the Zhang family, and that's the only thing I'm sure of.

He looked at it, didn't seem very interested, and said to us, "Since we're here, you can't stop me even if you want to."

"You fart!" I might have a disagreement with Brother Zhang, I fucking exploded again, I stood up directly, Zhang Haike stood in the middle, patted my shoulder, and said to Brother Zhang: "Don't say that, you If you say that, you can't talk about his mother."

Brother Zhang smiled, but he suddenly saw something, pointed to the place where the fat man wrote just now, and asked Zhang Haike with his eyes.

Zhang Haike also leaned over to look, showing a slightly surprised expression.

The fat man and I looked at each other, and the fat man suddenly slapped me on the back, and said to brother Zhang: "What are you looking at? This is written by your patriarch himself. Do you have any comments?"

I tried my best not to let the expression on my face break my work, and I squinted at the fat man.

The fat man said again: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you write or not. We don't care for a piece of torn paper, but what is the relationship between our innocence and your patriarch? Let's think about it for a while. Who is the little brother? You can see it when you say it." ?”

Zhang Haike was even more surprised, the fat man made an expression of "I told you so long ago", Zhang Haike said "No!"

To be honest, I think this kind of situation is absurd. Usually, the spouse’s name is written next to the name. The fat man was just joking with me. I didn’t expect to use this.

What can I do, I'm so fucking confused!This "identity" was obviously "certified" by Fatty, not Poker Bottle.If I use this to reject the Zhang family's request to return to the patriarch, it will be fucking hard to pretend when Boyoufeng comes back.

An indescribable embarrassment welled up.

The corners of Xiao Zhang's mouth curled up, and he smiled lewdly: "I didn't expect the patriarch to be so kind, it's almost as I guessed, I said why you Wu Xie is holding on to the patriarch, but it doesn't affect me. Talk to him personally and he will understand me."

Blood rushed to my face, and I was very angry at the same time.

Just when the atmosphere in the room was about to explode, my mobile phone rang suddenly. I took it out and looked, and it turned out to be Poker Bottle.

Brother Zhang came over at once, and I raised my arms to fend him off.

However, the signal in the village was up and down, and the phone was cut off suddenly.

Poker-Face seldom calls on his mobile phone. I don’t know what’s going on. I habitually look out at the mountain road. There is only one shadow on the mountain in the night, but I can clearly see that there is a light on the mountain, and it is still flickering.

That was our lamp language, it must be Boyouping, and the mobile phone couldn't get through, so he used the flashlight to call the lamp language to us.

The fat man also said, "Oh?"

Although Zhang Haike and Little Brother Zhang didn't understand the language of the lamp, they could see the tricks. Zhang Haike asked, "Is it the patriarch?"

The fat man scratched his belly and said, "Yes, but it has nothing to do with you, this is my little brother sending a signal to Naive."

It was indeed for me, I wondered.

Brother Zhang asked, "What does this mean?"

I was about to translate, this is not a joke, but the fat man said: "Good night baby, go to bed early, I'll be back later."

I looked at Fatty in disbelief.

Brother Zhang also showed an unbelievable expression: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, the patriarch looks quite serious, full of flirtatious words."

You are paralyzed by the coquettish words, I am still surprised, the lamp language of Poker Oil Bottle is: rope, save people.

Tbc