The Most Random System-Chapter 701 - 362: There Are Two Trees in Front of My House—One Is a Hawthorn Tree, the Other Is Also a Hawthorn Tree_2

Xiaozhou is, after all, a grandpa with greying hair, not some little kid. If he had to be hit for dirtying a pair of pants, he'd truly need the 1818 Gold Eye or Old Uncle to handle such an inhumane family relationship.

Those programs are pretty good at mediating anyway, but the last time Lin Li called them and asked if they could mediate the Russia-Ukraine war, the operator cursed him out.

There's no mutual understanding in the joys and sorrows of people; their moods are different.

Lin Li's thoughts were spreading out, while the words Lin Li just said were swirling and echoing in Zhou Youwei's mind, but he still felt he couldn't comprehend them.

Did I hear wrong?

"Lin Li, what... did you say?" Zhou Youwei swallowed a mouthful of saliva and asked.

"Hmm?"

This reaction was a bit strange.

Lin Li raised an eyebrow; did he mess up his reading comprehension just now?

Thinking it over, Lin Li still repeated, "Grandpa, this chair's varnish was just painted, it hasn't dried yet."

Zhou Youwei: "..."

Damn it, didn't hear wrong.

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Youwei silently stood up, then turned his head to look back.

Haha, knew it, Lin Li is lying!

How is this a newly varnished chair? There's a whole area where a butt and two big thighs are completely without varnish. Who paints a chair like that?

Tsk tsk!

Lin Li really is a little trickster, mischievous, mischievous TAT...

His peripheral vision swept over his own butt, well, can't deceive himself now.

Zhou Youwei's mouth and eyes twitched simultaneously as he recalled the hint of a smile in Lin Li's complicated expression from earlier.

Grass!! Lin Li, this guy, is naturally a wicked external invasive species! There's no washing it off!

"Lin Li, Grandpa has something to do, Grandpa is leaving first." Zhou Youwei indeed had some real business at home, left in quite a hurry.

"Grandpa, take care." Lin Li slowly nodded, deeply bidding farewell.

Lin Li felt he never really understood the kind of narrative behind such a story-laden back view, but now he completely got it.

Xiaozhou's back view was just full of stories at a glance.

Life is like a bus, when some leave, others arrive.

"Oh crap! My chair! Who sat on it?!"

Holding a freshly written "Paint not dry, do not sit" sign, Zeng Ziang saw his labor had already been ruined, his eyes wide as he clenched his fists and roared in anger.

Then Zeng Ziang immediately looked at Lin Li, Lin Li also looked at Zeng Ziang.

Spotting the "Do you know who did this" expression on Zeng Ziang's face, Lin Li shook his head and sighed:

"Brother Ziang, your timing could not be worse."

"I didn't come late on purpose, I just went to the bathroom,"

Zeng Ziang glanced at the sign in his hand, thinking Lin Li was implying "it was his late arrival that caused this accident," but he felt the fault wasn't his and thus retorted:

"Didn't the neighborhood group mention the tables and chairs need refurbishing too? Also, after painting the chair varnish, it appears so bright, and has a smell, wouldn't a normal person notice something's off at a glance?

Even taking a thousand steps back, if blind and nose-blocked and didn't see the chair's anomaly, one could notice everyone around was busy filling gaps, weeding and painting, right? 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Anyone still sitting down, unless they're deaf-mute or unable to care for themselves like a little brat, I'd say one word—deserving!"

Zeng Ziang believed his logic was sound, he really didn't think he did anything wrong, so he spoke confidently.

Then on Lin Li's murmuring but silent face, he saw a complex mix of sadness, relief, hesitation, smile, and reluctance.

"Lin Li, what does that expression mean?" Zeng Ziang swallowed hard, feeling uneasy.

Lin Li: "Brother, what I mean by 'your timing could not be worse' is, the victim hasn't left yet, so you might want to keep your voice down."

Zeng Ziang: "(;☉_☉)?"

After saying this, Lin Li turned his head and glanced aside.

Zeng Ziang stiffened, then slowly turned to look in the direction Lin Li was now facing.

Thus, Zeng Ziang saw a person, or rather, gradually not just a person, but… a hawthorn tree.

The lower half of the person, like the trunk of a hawthorn tree, was brown.

The upper half of the person, like the leaves of a hawthorn tree, was green (the color of the shirt, unaltered photo).

That person now looked back at Zeng Ziang's face, resembling the fruit of a hawthorn tree, was red (the color of the face, unaltered photo).

Is there anything more embarrassing and despairing than this moment?

There is.

Because Lin Li started singing quietly: "Oh~ my hawthorn tree's love~ only with you can it be pure~ can abandon my limits~ lock my sight with yours~"

Zeng Ziang: "..."

Indeed, Zeng Ziang and Zhou Youwei have now locked eyes.

And Zhou Youwei will soon lose not only his dignity but also his pants.

Zeng Ziang's face slowly turned fiery red.

Motherfucker.

Lin Li.

Who the hell asked you to randomly play BGM...?

Suffering a smile uglier than crying, looking at the crimson-faced Zhou Youwei, Zeng Ziang awkwardly tried to placate: "Grandpa, I-I-I didn't mean you, it's—it's natural, haha, honestly, I totally understand…"

Zhou Youwei: "...TAT."

Zhou Youwei was at a loss for words.

How to put it? After coming downstairs, all attention was on Lin Li, growing a bit tired after watching intently for a while, seeing the chair and sitting down without even considering what Zeng Ziang had just mentioned.

Thus indeed… he deserved it.

The redness on his face now was also from shameful embarrassment, rather than anger from being scolded.