Two Hundred Dollars, Let Your Funeral Have A Mysterious Past

Chapter 24: Old man, we...are back!

The words just fell.

Buzz——

Rumble——

The sound of a car roaring quickly came from far to near.

The lieutenant colonel raised his wrist and first looked at the time. Then, he turned his head and looked at the road they were driving on with a serious expression, but with deep disgust.

It looked like he was waiting for someone.

Not long after.

A black vehicle with a "Shi" license plate turned at an extremely fast speed and appeared at the entrance of the memorial garden.

squeak--

The "Shi" black car made a rapid braking sound and stopped hastily.

Everyone present, except the old man, all followed the sound.

I saw that the back door of the black car was opened, and a gringo wearing a black suit, a black tie, and all black appeared.

As soon as he got out of the car, the foreigner immediately looked at the lieutenant colonel and smiled: "Sorry, sorry, Chief Li, I'm late for something, so I'd like to ask Haihan."

The gringo spoke a Chinese language that was not fluent, but at least he could understand it.

The gringo is Jackson, a native of M country stationed in China.

As soon as he appeared.

The expressions on the faces of the surrounding soldiers, as well as the two major officers, changed.

Disgusted, resentful, and slightly dissatisfied.

There is no other reason.

Everything starts with these five dead military region heroes.

Previously, Wang Yang's troops were stationed on a mountain, but one day, the superiors suddenly issued an order to mobilize Wang Yang's troops to carry out peacekeeping missions in the black soil.

This mission is a multi-national collaboration to jointly fight against an armed force in the black earth.

Unfortunately, during a mission, Wang Yang's unit was accidentally discovered by the enemy, and a very fierce battle broke out, resulting in heavy casualties.

The reason is that the M country troops who jointly performed this task with Wang Yang's troops were the first to issue the evacuation order.

There was no corresponding communication with the Chinese side at all.

This led to the tragedy and caused such huge losses.

After that, the fighting subsided.

The remains of the hero have returned.

As for this hero's farewell ceremony, Country M also sent corresponding members, namely Jackson, to attend the farewell ceremony.

But the soldiers present, as well as the officers, were extremely dissatisfied and despised such actions.

Although they didn't complain, they had to suppress their emotions.

After all, today is the farewell ceremony for the heroes of the military region.

The lieutenant colonel's face was serious: "It's not too late. You need to wait a few minutes before you can go in."

The foreigner nodded, and then he looked at the old man in the noodle stall and said with a smile, "Wow, there is actually a noodle stall here."

"Yes." The lieutenant colonel officer turned back, looked at the old man squarely, and said respectfully, "We are about to listen to this old man tell us a story."

Jackson nodded without commenting, but looked at the watch on his wrist.

"I would like to hear the details, old man, tell me." The lieutenant colonel said to the old man.

There's still some time before the ceremony starts, so it doesn't hurt to listen to the story.

Everyone present ignored Jackson.

They all focused on the old man.

Everyone is very curious. This old man appeared at the entrance of the memorial garden today to sell noodles. He also said that some people were eating him. What was going on?

Everyone was silent and stared at the old man.

Just at this time.

The old man stirred the noodles in the hot pot and said:

"Many years ago, there was a Taoist temple in a big mountain. The Taoist temple was very dilapidated and there was only one Taoist priest.

That year, the Taoist priest closed the mountain gate and went down the mountain to return to secular life, looking for his long-dead master.

But his search was fruitless, and he finally ended up living at the foot of a mountain. To make a living, he set up a noodle stall at the foot of the mountain.

One day, a group of children came to the mountain.

That group of children lived there for a long time, never going anywhere or going out.

"Old man, please give us six bowls of noodles!"

That autumn, six children came to the noodle stall and asked for a bowl of noodles.

"Do you want chopped green onions and coriander?" the Taoist replied with a smile, and then cooked six bowls of noodles.

The six children devoured the noodles and finished the bowl of noodles in a few mouthfuls. They also praised the noodles for being delicious and strong.

The old Taoist priest who returned to secular life was naturally very happy.

But a kid looked at this shabby noodle stall and asked the old man if he could pay with his mobile phone.

The Taoist priest stayed in the mountains all year round, and rarely had contact with the outside world after returning to secular life. Naturally, he didn't understand anything, and all he received was cash.

He said: Just give it on credit and pay it back later. "

Since then, these six children have come to eat noodles frequently, and the Taoist Master has never charged them for money, and always gave them credit.

The Taoist priest was alone, never married, and had no children. Now he had these six children who often came to eat noodles, which made the Taoist priest very happy and treated them as his own children.

Winter turns to spring, and five years pass by in a blink of an eye.

The Taoist Master has become an old Taoist, his temples are gray and his face is old, but he still holds the noodle stall.

He had lost count of how many bowls of noodles those six children had eaten at his noodle stall.

Suddenly one day, the six noodle-eating children who often appeared at the noodle stall never appeared again.

And the large group of children on the mountain seemed to have left.

The old Taoist still held the noodle stall. Although he had doubts in his heart, he still couldn't figure it out.

Spring has passed and autumn has come again.

When the leaves are falling.

In front of Lao Dao's noodle stall, there was a child, one of six children.

The child held six thick brown paper bags in his hands.

"Old man, I... am back. This is the face money the six of us owe you."

The child shed tears and said this, and then handed the brown paper bag to the old Taoist.

The old man didn't even look at the six bulging brown paper bags. He grabbed the noodles and threw them into the hot pot. This time, he only threw a handful. "

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