Durin's Diary

Chapter 886 The Thousand Gold Fur Coat

Half an hour later, at Lin Xiangguo's residence.

"He really said that!" Lin Xiangguo asked, his face contorted with rage, looking at his old friend and enunciating each word clearly.

The half-human old man sipped the best pre-rain Longjing tea from the Lin family mansion while showing off his snacks: "Believe it or not, I heard the Marshal say it with my own ears."

"How dare that old bastard!" Lin Xiangguo's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth.

"But if that child really brings a girl with him, would you dare kick the door down?" the halfling old man retorted.

After thinking for a moment, Prime Minister Lin slumped down on his cushion: "I really don't dare."

Damn it, if I really kick the door open, wouldn't the Lin family's reputation be ruined? Then, in the imperial court, those officials would bite him like mad dogs until the sky darkens.

"That's right. I've followed Marshal Mo my whole life, don't I know what he means? His idea is very simple: if you want to see Du Lin tomorrow morning, go and beg him. If you don't go, you won't see him until at least tomorrow afternoon." Saying this, the halfling happily swallowed the last piece of glutinous rice pastry—he never tired of the Lin family's pastries. Although he was in the army and Prime Minister Lin was in the navy, they could always get what they needed.

"How can I beg him! I bear the weight of the Tang Dynasty Navy's thousand-year glory! How can I beg someone from the army!" Prime Minister Lin roared.

"Forget it, if that family were in our army, Marshal Mo wouldn't need to retire. If we wiped them all out, even the Political Commissar and the General Administration would have to say the Marshal did a great job." The halfling finished the last sip of tea, patted his stomach, and said, "I have to go, or I'll be done for if someone finds out I'm here."

After saying that, he got up to leave.

"Let me take you home. Anyway, thank you for today."

"No need to thank me, we're old friends. As for that family's matter, I know it's not your fault. Your old father came out to criticize the marshal because of that thing on your shoulder." At this point, the halfling sighed.

The two walked to the main gate, and Lin Xiangguo opened the side door himself—to avoid being seen, his old friends always entered and exited through the side door in the alley.

It was the same when I was young, it was the same when I was young, and it will still be the same when I am old.

"Safe travels."

"I know."

The halfling walked out of the side door, rubbing his stomach as he walked to his car, opened the door, and sat down in the driver's seat.

Just as he reached for his car keys, a soft, boneless hand took them from his grasp.

"Honey, honey, what are you doing behind me?"

Looking at the deer-like woman in the rearview mirror, half of her body was trembling as if she had typhoid fever all over her body.

“Darling, if the old marshal hadn’t told me today, I wouldn’t have known you were still entangled with your old friend.” As the deer spoke, it leaned close to the halfling’s ear and gently bit it: “Tell me, how did you betray the old marshal this time?”

"No, no, that's not true! I've never betrayed the old marshal!" The halfling's voice was already trembling with sobs.

"You're really dishonest, a traitor like you. I must have been blind to have seen you." As he said this, a cold instrument was pressed against the halfling's back.

"A day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness, but we have been husband and wife for sixty years, my dear! We have three sons and a house full of children and grandchildren, please don't kill me..." At this point, the halfling was already crying with tears streaming down his face.

The woman with the deer-like figure sighed and gently tapped the halfling's head with the rubber stick in her hand: "The old marshal said that you can be spared the death penalty, but you can't escape punishment. Starting today, you have to wash dishes for a month. If you miss even one dish, he will personally come and skin you alive. Don't say that the old man didn't give you a chance." "I... I knew you couldn't bear to part with me." Knowing that he wouldn't die, the halfling immediately revealed his shamelessness.

"How could I be reluctant? If you, you dead dog, were dead, I wouldn't have to listen to your snoring all night long!" After saying that, the deer woman gave the halfling a scalp slap: "I'm so angry! You, how come you're still like a child? Are the Lin family's pastries and tea really that delicious?"

"I've been eating this since I was a child, and I'm used to it. Besides, when the old marshal said that in front of me, wasn't he just trying to get me to learn from Lin Biao?"

“That’s true, that’s what the old marshal said too.” The deer-like woman nodded.

Upon hearing this, the halfling immediately chuckled: "The old marshal understands me best."

"He understands you, you traitorous scoundrel. If it weren't for the old marshal's kindness, you would have been beaten to a pulp long ago!"

………………

The old man sat on the second floor of a teahouse by the roadside, watching the Volkswagen Beetle parked in the alley of the Lin residence drive out of the alley and merge back into the traffic. Finally, he sighed and turned to look at the little girl standing beside him: "Didn't I tell you to leave?"

"Grandpa said I should stay here and listen to your instructions." The little girl looked at the old man with her big purple eyes: "Grandpa, please don't dislike me."

"How could I dare to do that to my little aunt?" The old man sighed as he said this. Everything about the capital was good, except for one thing: his old face was too recognizable, and most of the people in the capital knew him as the old codger who had lived outside the Jade Gate Pass for many years.

Sure enough, you can run into the young man who was on the city wall of Yumen Pass back then, no matter where you go. Now he's eighty or ninety years old, but as soon as he sees the old man, this old dog in a wheelchair actually stands up.

Damn, so you were just making this for fun, huh?! How come I never saw through your act when you were my soldier back then?!

He even insisted on having the most popular young girl in the teahouse, his most beloved granddaughter, accompany him.

This isn't him being accompanied at all; it's clearly him keeping these young ladies company. Every single one of them wants to hear war stories, and they listen for ages. Anyone who knows them knows the old man likes children, but anyone who doesn't would think some stinky storyteller is here trying to trick these young ladies.

It’s so infuriating.

The old man sighed as he patiently listened.

Before he could even think of what to say to the girl today, he heard a sound coming from downstairs.

"Prime Minister Lin, what brings you to my humble shop today? Is the stove in your tea room broken?"

"Don't be sarcastic in front of me. Is this old man upstairs?"

Once the conversation had begun, the old man lost interest in telling the story. He looked at the young girl, who smiled and said, "It seems your guest has arrived. I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the stairs.

Looking at the little fox's eight tails, the old man sighed.

But looking at Lin Xiangguo's face now, he felt a pang of sadness and couldn't move.

The Lin family is good in every way, except for their temper... how can they be as stubborn as the old man from the Mo family?

(End of this chapter)