Seeing the vulgar face that came to him, Zi Yang suddenly realized, "You, you are the storyteller Mo Laosan!!!"

Mo Laosan laughed, "Remember it? Haha, it's almost a year since we parted, right?"

Zi Yang said: "No, you, why have you become like this now?"

At this time, the waiter brought two bowls of noodle tea, and they didn't say anything anymore. After watching the waiter turn around and leave, Zi Yang pushed a bowl of noodle tea to him. Seeing Mo Laosan here was a little surprised. He listened to Mo Laosan telling the history of the Iron Cavalry in a small restaurant. Zi Yang had a good impression of him.

"You boy, you are really pretending to be blind and lie to us!"

I remembered that in a small restaurant, Mo Laosan wore a pair of torn sunglasses and looked sloppy and skinny, which was very different from the one he was dressed in bright clothes now. He seemed to be much "full". It seems that his life has been good recently.

Mo Laosan touched his eyelids and said, "It's so blind, haha, but later I met a master. I pity my hardships, and admired my unique skills, so I helped me transplant two dog eyes - now I really look down on people."

No wonder it looks so strange. Zi Yang looked at Mo Laosan carefully, and saw that he looked proud, and he was indeed a bit of a husky temperament.

Mo Laosan smiled and said, "I, Mo Laosan, have lived for most of my life, and not many people have seen me at the moment. My brother treats me with courtesy for the first time. My mother has always remembered your love! I heard it as soon as you spoke just now!

Speaking of which, it was the first time I saw you real person. It was indeed a handsome young talent, haha.”

Zi Yang remembered Mo Laosan's down-and-out in a small restaurant, and was as full of energy as he was now. However, if you look closely, you still have a bit of a naughty temperament in his expression.

Zi Yang said politely to him: "It's just a simple task - but speaking of it, if you don't have a storytelling in northern Shaanxi, why did you come to Lhasa here? Have you opened a crosstalk club here?"

Mo Laosan looked at him with a smile: "Didn't you also come from the beautiful city of H to this cold Tibet?"

Zi Yang felt a chill in his heart. How did he know that I came from H City? His heart started to stir up. First, Uncle Li, and now Mo Laosan, it was so strange that he could meet thousands of miles apart.

Mo Laosan came up again and pretended to be mysterious and said, "I heard that many college students are traveling to Tibet now. It is said that girls you meet on the road can sleep for free..."

Zi Yang turned his head and avoided his tone. He thought to himself that this guy pretended to be two dog eyes, but he still didn't change much, and he was still the old hooligan who cheated on food and drink.

Seeing Zi Yang's face looked a little angry, Mo Laosan yelled awkwardly, picked up the noodles in front of him and drank it dry, and said seriously: "Story books are actually just my hobby. I have a formal job now. Let me tell you that we are participating in a mysterious project..."

At this time, the strong young man who had been with him stood up and coughed, interrupting Mo Laosan just right.

Mo Laosan immediately woke up and patted his head and said, "Oh, look at me, I met an old friend in a foreign land, and I was happy to forget all the important things. I have something to do here and I have to leave first - so I will leave you an address, come to me tonight, and I have something important to talk to you."

As he said that, he took out a pen and pen from his pocket to write a line of words. After writing, he stuffed it into Zi Yang's hand without saying a word, "I must come tonight. I'll treat you to you, see you all."

After saying that, he got up and hurriedly left with Housheng.

Zi Yang was holding the paper in his hand, looking a little dazed. His temple was aching faintly. Oh no, did he start to have altitude sickness?

When they returned to their residence, Lao Wang and Ye Beili came back with a lot of things in their arms. Most of the things they bought this time were clothes. The two of them also bought Xiao Hei a set of copycat Adidas sportswear and copycat Nike sneakers. Although the workmanship was not very fine, they really fit on Xiao Hei.

Lao Wang put the whole family in front of Zi Yang and said, "Eat it, it's all yours. I just wanted to eat a chicken leg, Xiaoli didn't let me move. Look how nice she is to you."

Xiaoli angrily said, "You have eaten three big bowls of noodles at noon, but you haven't eaten enough yet? It's time for you to lose weight!"

Lao Wang smiled flatteringly, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I also feel that my body is a little tight recently, and it's time to lose weight."

Zi Yang held a chicken leg in his mouth, held Lao Wang's neck with his right hand, pulled him into the corridor, and asked him in a low voice: "How much did it cost?"

Lao Wang smiled awkwardly: "Not much money, not much money."

Zi Yang once shared an experience with Lao Wang before: the thing women appreciate most is how he pays for men.

This was remembered by Lao Wang. In order to pursue Ye Beili, Lao Wang insisted on taking over the economic power in his own hands. The funds for traveling to Tibet this time are now allocated by Lao Wang.

Zi Yang felt that he, a brother, had done his best, pretended to be a rustic man in front of others to set off Lao Wang's positive image, and he also had to give Lao Wang some tips on picking up girls afterwards (although he had no experience, he had rich theoretical knowledge). Now he had to apply for pocket money to Lao Wang - he was a little worried that this guy would put all his belongings in order to please Ye Beili.

Lao Wang said: "Xiaoli is very sensible and keeps advising me not to spend money randomly, and she paid for the money she bought for Xiao Hei's clothes herself!"

Zi Yang nodded and told him about his encounter with Mo Laosan. Then he asked Lao Wang for advice, would he go to the evening?

Lao Wang said, "Go, Mo Lao San invites us to dinner, why don't you? Last time we ate a table like our boss, but I'm not willing to give up when I don't eat it."

He had forgotten that it was Uncle Li who checked out last time.

Zi Yang was actually shaking inside. On the one hand, he also hoped to have a good chat with Mo Laosan. Mo Laosan was also a branch of the Iron Cavalry Order, and was a clan with Xiao Hei. After Huangshan died, only Mo Laosan had mastered the most secrets of the Iron Cavalry Army. He had not yet developed the reason for the twelve chapter map. Taking this opportunity to talk to him more, maybe he could get something useful.

On the other hand, he was a little suspicious of Mo Laosan's identity, and with Uncle Li's ghostly guy, hesitated whether to go or not. There are too many uncertainties here.

Lao Wang said ruthlessly, "That's going to go even more. An old man with one eye was ruined and an old man with two dog eyes. What's there to be afraid of? I hit two with one hand. It just happened to calculate Xiao Hei's account with him!"

Zi Yang thought about it and made sense. Xiao Hei’s case must be solved!

At night, the three of them were about to set off, but they met Ye Beili when they went out and pestered them to go with them. Now the little girl and Lao Wang seemed to be tired of it. It seemed that the money-spending effect was good.

Zi Yang said that we should meet an old friend when we go out, but you don’t know each other.

What friends did Ye Beili ask? Why do you have acquaintances in Tibet? Men and women? I want to go too!

Zi Yang said that he was an old man. He didn’t invite you, so it was not appropriate for you to follow him.

Ye Beili pouted and refused to go back. She now saw that Zi Yang was not honest and often kept running trains, and was talking serious nonsense. If you go out to meet old friends, you must take Lao Wang out to mess around!

The little girl was really like a cow when she was stubborn and couldn't turn around. Lao Wang did not dare to disobey the goddess' wishes, saying that going together would be a matter of having an extra pair of chopsticks.

Zi Yang hinted that he was in danger, and Lao Wang said that he would live.

Alas, Lao Wang’s reputation in this life will sooner or later be destroyed by the love between children.

Zi Yang thought to himself that he might be thinking too much, it was just a meal. Mo Lao San repayed his gratitude for getting to know each other last time, and it had nothing to do with Uncle Li.

The four of them got into a taxi and drove for more than ten minutes. They arrived at the address given by Mo Laosan. It was a small street with low three-story buildings on both sides, with various shops and buildings with eaves and brackets. There was a large noodle restaurant in the middle of the street, with a striking sign "Fenghualou" hanging at the door. The business was pretty good, with more than a dozen tables downstairs almost full.

Several people were about to walk upstairs, but were stopped by the waiter, "Sorry, I'm wrapped upstairs."

At this time, Mo Laosan poked his head out of the stairs and said, "Let them come up, I'll invite the guests."

The second floor was relatively empty, with about a dozen people sitting there in groups of three or three. Zi Yang met the person sitting on his right hand and complained in his heart.
Chapter completed!