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Chapter 1271 Let's Go!

Because of the drinking, all four of them slept in, which was unusual for them. Lin Mo and the other two didn't leave the hotel until 10:30 in the morning.

After sending the message to Lao Zhao, he checked out of the hotel, went to the old neighborhood, and knocked on the door of the rented room.

"Here I am!"

Old Zhao's voice came from inside the house, and soon the door was opened.

Old Zhao appeared before the three of them, looking radiant. Upon seeing this, all three breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, do I need to change my shoes?" Lin Mo asked with a smile.

Old Zhao: "Change my ass! Come in and help me tidy up. I've already contacted the landlord; I'm checking out today!"

As they spoke, the three of them walked in. The room wasn't big, and although Lao Zhao had already tidied up half of it, it was still clear that the two of them had decorated their little nest very warmly.

"Great job! You've gotten much more efficient at your work!" Lin Mo said, giving a thumbs up.

Old Zhao laughed and said, "That's right, I've packed up all my personal belongings, there's not much left, so please lend a hand!"

Upon hearing this, the three of them immediately began to help tidy up.

"Old Zhao, is this your fan?"

"Old Zhao, are you still taking the pots, pans, and dishes?"

"Old Zhao, this TV."

Old Zhao:

"Get out of here! The large furniture was brought by the owner. If you take it, you'll have to pay compensation. Are you three crazy? Do you want to take the sofa, refrigerator, and range hood away too?!"

The three of them chuckled awkwardly and then got to work. Soon, the once cozy little nest gradually returned to its former state, becoming rather simple.

The sofa cover on the sofa has disappeared, the long-withered potted plants in the house have been cleaned up, and the simple shoe rack has been put away and disappeared.

Looking at the gradually emptying rental room, Lao Zhao was in a daze for a moment. He remembered that when the two of them first came here last year, the room was just like this, and the other small items were decorated by the two of them bit by bit.

Now, however, he has dismantled their little home piece by piece, restoring it to its original state.

"Do you feel empty inside?" Lin Mo asked with a smile.

Old Zhao nodded, not denying it: "Yes, there's an indescribable feeling. After all, we decorated all of this bit by bit back then, but it feels like one of her traces has been lost, and it makes my heart ache!"

"What's the big deal? As long as you remember her, her parents remember her, and we remember her, the traces of her existence will always be there, won't they?"

Physical traces can be erased, so what traces will we leave behind a hundred years from now? But the traces in our hearts cannot be erased,” Lin Mo said.

Hearing this, Old Zhao smiled, stood in the living room, lit a cigarette for himself, handed one to him, sighed, and continued, "I know, but I just feel a little sorry for her. Her life has been too hard!"

Hearing this, Lin Mo exhaled a puff of smoke and laughed, "Don't think like that. I've heard a story that says that all of us have read the script of our lives before we came into this world."

Some of these characters come from wealthy families with no worries about food or clothing; some lead leisurely lives without illness or disaster; and some have happy families with many children and grandchildren.

But there are also those who are not favored from birth, those who come from the bottom of society and can barely make ends meet after half a lifetime of hard work, those who meet the wrong person and marry the wrong person, and those who are clearly kind and honest and have never done evil, yet have tasted all kinds of hardships and bitterness throughout their lives.

But everyone finds what they're looking for in these scripts, which is why they come into this world. Maybe she came for you?

Lin Mo knew this was just comforting, and Old Zhao understood too, but often what people needed wasn't the truth, but an excuse they could accept. "Maybe so. I just feel a little sorry for her that I couldn't give her a good life in this life. I hope we can both have a better life in the next life!" Old Zhao murmured, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

It was as if, through the white smoke, he could really see the girl waving at him.

Lin Mo patted him on the shoulder: "This is the human world, this is an experience, and even more so, a journey of cultivation. Your cultivation is not over yet; it is precisely the time for cultivation!"

After saying that, the two of them carried the last box downstairs. The landlord also arrived downstairs, exchanged a few pleasantries with Director Wang, and then went upstairs to inspect the items.

The other party did not ask where Xu Ying went, after all, they were just landlord and tenant, and no one would ask too many questions.

The process went smoothly. After Lao Zhao cleaned the house, it was just as tidy as when he moved in last year. Unlike some landlords online who would assess the damage with a lamp, the landlord returned the deposit very readily. Lao Zhao handed over the keys, and at that moment, this rented house, filled with their memories, had nothing to do with him anymore.

After the landlord left, everyone took Lao Zhao's belongings to a nearby courier point and mailed them directly back to his hometown, since many of the items were very meaningful to him.

After everything was packed and they came out of the courier terminal, the Sichuan girl couldn't help but smile and ask, "Old Zhao, how's it going? Not bad, right?"

Old Zhao nodded and smiled, "It's alright. I thought I would feel particularly bad before, but now I feel that I can accept it. However, I feel that this place is good because it no longer belongs to me. The last bit of connection between this city and me is gone. I feel that I will never come here again!"

"Alright, enough about me. What's next?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo and the other two stood in a row, facing Old Zhao, and all three of them smiled smugly.

Seeing this, Old Zhao rolled his eyes at them and said, "Tell me, which of you three has become the idea king this time?"

Upon hearing this, the Sichuan girl immediately lost her composure: "Bullshit! What idea king? We are the swordsmen, spearmen, and cannonmen of Shu, the three brothers Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei. Now we invite Zhao Zilong to join the group chat. Do you agree?"

Old Zhao:

"What the hell are swords, guns, and cannons? The three of you are at most onions, ginger, and garlic."

Lin Mo waved his hand: "No way. The ambition of the four of us brothers is to conquer the world. We're only halfway through starting our business. I'd like to invite you to join us. Are you coming or not?"

Old Zhao: "Let's go, but where to?"

That's what men are like. If you ask him if he's going or not, he'll be the first to answer, and then he'll think about where to go. Even if Lin Mo said he'd walk to Tibet to buy a pack of cigarettes, he'd still follow him.

Men are like that; they can jump into a group in a second. No matter whose idea it is, as long as there's a direction, they can execute it. The more people there are, the more serious this situation becomes. This is one of the reasons why the country doesn't allow men to form groups for retirement.

"What are you saying? I, Chuanzi, have plenty of money now. With money, we can go anywhere, except for the Myanmar-based industrial park, of course. It's best to stay in China. I have a bounty on my head abroad, so I'll pass on going overseas. Is there anywhere you'd like to go?" Lin Mo asked.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhao thought for a moment and said, "I don't really have any places I want to go, but your sister-in-law did want to travel to many places back then!"

“That’s what you should do. Just tell me where you want to go,” the Sichuan girl said.

Old Zhao: "I want to go see the Great Wall!"

Lin Mo: "Let's go!"

Sichuan girl: "Let's go!"

Director Wang: "Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)