After smoking most of the cigarettes quickly, Varro's mood was finally calmer.

Although he was still a little nervous in a small talk with Master Cow, the whole person was still very nervous; but in any case, he was no longer so stammering when he spoke...

“Brother, how old are you this year?It shouldn't be too long to come to Black Rock City!" asked the old man.

In his mouth was a cigarette.

The middle-of-the-nation man who is accompanying him in front of him is in the mouth of the fog; so that the modern position is internationally common, pulling into the distance.

It was very fast on each other and saw a pretty good effect.

At the same time, the tone of speech in the mouth of this goods is also unusually cordial; this practice is not deliberately shown.

The two broths of the man in front of him have been a little white, and the skin on his body is now in the ghost weather, under the influence of strong ultraviolet rays, which is called a black power.

In short, this man looks to be over the age of fifty, and is considered to be a little old man.

But the bovine master is quite clear that the man's actual age is far more than this appearance, a considerable number of years younger.

But the hardships of life, it will be early into the appearance of the present.

Therefore, for this honest man of his hand, the performance of the cow master has always been quite kind.

As expected, Varo replied, “In two months, he will be thirty-five years old; at that time, Black Rock City will be nearly a year old.”

At this point, Varro's little chrysanthemum cigarette in his mouth was already a little bit of cigarette butt.

But Varro put it in his mouth, and wasted the last one or two of them; the cow master saw it, and after playing the bullet box, he handed over a new cigarette.

The mouth continued to ask, “Oh!There are a few people in the house, how have you lived.”

After lighting a new cigarette with the cigarette butt in his hand, Varo took a sip again; he felt that it was very comfortable to make this luxury of smoking two cigarettes.

It is also the practice of Master Niu, who made the last tension in his heart, and has also been calmed down.

It may be hard to find, such a wonderful person to talk about.

After Varro spit out a mouthful of smoke, he was always a stuffy mouth, actually a rare mouth broke once, his mouth long pouring up:

“Where there are still a few people, I am at home, and there are two little cubs; the winter of the year when the great drought began, the woman in the family died long ago.”

“At that time, we were still in a small tribe outside the mountain; every time the landscape was a little worse, some people had to die to survive, and the situation was even worse that year.”

“In order that the tribe may live, the young and strong men, the women in the family, and the elders of the tribes, have gone out spontaneously in the snowy weather and never come back.”

In this kind of telling, the cow master listened silently in his ears, and there was no meaning of interjection.

Similar to this story, he has already experienced too much; the members who migrated from outside the mountain have a similar story in almost everyone.

And for these locals, as long as they survive, even if the process is extremely difficult...

As Varro told all this, the mood was also quite calm, but it was hidden in a faint feeling:

“Then our little tribe followed the crowd and entered the Lyu Thunder Mountains; along the way, most of the tribesmen fell on the road, but dozens of people arrived here and arrived at this good place.”

After talking about it, Varro’s eyes gradually began to light up.

It is the face full of wrinkles, a little bitter hatred, but also full of a faint smile:

"After all is well, our father and son were divided into the farm outside Black Rock City, I farmed every day, the family just five years old little cun, was sent to preschool, more than half a year ago I was recruited into the winery."

"Now, the little cub is about to be fourteen years old, and he is about to come to adulthood; I was going to let this boy finish the year, and if I can't get it again, I'll get a job to marry a woman."

"But this boy, still a little reluctant, said that you must be admitted to a new school; think about it, since this boy is so ambitious, I also follow him, I can work for many years, but also can supply him."

The cow always listened quietly, not speaking in his mouth.

However, in his mind, it is already a real-time brain to make up a touching picture, a student who is struggling to study hard and studying hard.

And behind this student, the father who quietly paid for it...

Even if the present and the modern side are two different worlds, this strong paternity is completely connected with it.

For a time, Master Niu was very touched by this great brilliance in human nature.

He patted Varo on the shoulder and asked, "Yes, your little cub, which school is he going to get."

"Black Rock City No. 3 Primary School."Varro quickly answered.

In his words, he was even proud: "Three years ago, this little cub graduated from preschool and became the most educated figure in our tribe since ancient times."

"He also assured me that this year and try again this year, in the third primary school next year, when the third primary school entrance examination, will be able to enter."

In an instant, the cow coughed violently.

I was almost suffocated by the smoke between the nasal cavities, and I was choking to death.

Tina!They are almost fourteen years old and half the size, to participate in the general primary school entrance examination, actually can not be admitted for three consecutive years.

If the earth is born to give himself such a thing, he will be thrown into the stinking ditch and drown.

“Your Majesty the Emperor, are you all right?”Varro asked anxiously, and with a large hand full of calluses, patted the cow master's back.

The cow master who gradually slowed down, in the face of such a father, naturally could not say his own intention.

So he paused for a while before he found a pencil, wrote a paragraph on his cigarette box, and signed his name.

Then he put the cigarette box in Varo's hand and confessed:

"It's not too long before school starts, call your little cub, take this thing directly to the first primary school report!"In addition, tell the little cub to say that I said, after the second grade of primary school, do not read, find a good job, and honor his old son...”

A thin cigarette box, which fell on Varro's hand, was a thousand pounds.

He tried to move his mouth, but found that he could not even say half a word; he could only suddenly fall to his knees and bow his head respectfully to the cow.

The cow is ready to help each other.

But at this moment he could see a faint silver light rising from Varro's body; then he was sucked up clean by the innate gossip map in his body.

Even if this situation is encountered for the first time, the cow master knows that silver light is the power of faith.

For witnessing the process of the power of faith, Master Niu soon thought of something for this...