Yan Aosong was purely being kind when he gave this reminder.
After all, that’s the truth.
When you encounter danger and kill the attacker with a knife from your pocket, versus using a stone from the roadside to do the sa, the forr is much more likely to be judged as excessive self-defense.
As long as it’s a weapon, there’s a tendency for this kind of judgnt.
"Uncle Yan."
Lin Li’s eyes suddenly lit up; he had a brilliant idea and looked at Yan Aosong, eager to share.
"Hmm? What is it?" Yan Aosong looked at Lin Li.
"What if I carry a fake bull to protect myself?" Lin Li said.
"What?" Yan Aosong didn’t hear clearly.
"A fake thing about 20 to 30 centiters, I feel its power should be similar to a retractable baton."
Lin Li extended his hand and mid holding sothing in the air, demonstrating his stick skills in front of Yan Aosong.
Yan Aosong: "(;☉_☉)?"
"What the hell is that?!"
Yan Aosong asked again loudly.
--He had actually heard it clearly, but his brain insisted that his ears hadn’t heard right, urging him to listen again.
"It’s just that fake thing, like this." Lin Li patiently reached into the air and poked.
"Don’t point recklessly!!" After Lin Li repeated it three tis, Yan Aosong finally confird he hadn’t misheard.
Yan Aosong looked at Lin Li, his expression extrely complicated: "You..."
"Uncle, look, if I carry this thing, first, it’s not defined as a weapon by others. If anyone asks, I’ll say it’s for personal use, so there’s no deliberate carrying of a weapon;
Secondly, as long as you buy a hard one, but even a soft one works, they all have combat strength, using it to hit people can also cause ntal damage, enough to deter anyone who wants to harm ."
Lin Li thought he was a genius, perfectly solving the dilemma of needing a weapon but not being able to have one, like Ah Nu.
His head was full of genius.
"Wait, wait, let catch my breath."
However, when faced with Lin Li’s statent and logic, Yan Aosong chose to lean against the wall for a break.
Lin Li encountered a robber tonight, it was miserable, but did Yan Aosong have it any better? He t soone with a vigorous mind— his brain was under siege.
"Theoretically, that’s the case." After a while, Yan Aosong spoke hesitantly, "But, but I think, Lin Li, maybe you should just carry this stick, just watch the force, it’s quite good..."
"No, no, no, what you said is right, I’ll change my self-defense weapon when I get back, it should go according to your idea! Thank you, Uncle Yan, your idea and suggestion are brilliant!"
But Lin Li couldn’t listen anymore, he sincerely thanked Yan Aosong.
"No!" Yan Aosong instantly reacted, eyes wide open:
"Don’t say that, I didn’t teach you to do it like this, it’s entirely your own idea. If anyone asks, never say it was uncle who told you to bring it, absolutely not!"
If sothing happens, never implicate your master.
"Uncle, when drinking water, one should rember who dug the well, there is no such rationale." But how could Lin Li do that?
It was already said, Lin Li was a disciple of Quan Xiaojiang, there must be gratitude.
Yan Aosong: "..."
But what you’re doing is not finding a well, it’s leaving the holand, if the villagers know that I instructed you to take that well, they’d definitely curse to death.
"Really unnecessary, really unnecessary." Yan Aosong insisted.
"Alright." Lin Li expressed so regret.
Yan Aosong breathed a sigh of relief, great, escaped a disaster.
Now he just hoped that no one without insight would try to rob Lin Li again, from what he heard from Huang Mao and others, this child’s fighting capability was top-notch and was described as particularly terrifying, so even said he could use demon techniques.
There was surely so exaggeration, but it proved Lin Li is indeed not weak.
After all, he beat four people, with one of the four wielding a knife, a complete victory, it’s impossible to think he was weak.
And now, Yan Aosong couldn’t imagine, with Lin Li having such power, if he wielded a 30-centiter "dragon" to beat people, what kind of fearso power would be unleashed.
Just thinking about it, it’s... this is really inappropriate.
His mind was filled with mosaics.
Therefore.
"In the future, at night, don’t walk alone in places like Old Friend Road, and don’t flaunt your wealth, it’s very dangerous.
And, your ho is over in Ruiyun, how did you end up here at night? Co on, I’ll take you ho first."
Yan Aosong was worried that Lin Li would co up with sothing even more outrageous inspired by him, so for his own good and the good of other robbers, after persuading, he suggested taking him back first.
"Okay, uncle, but you don’t have to take ho, just take back to Old Friend Road." Lin Li nodded and shook his head.
"Huh? Why go back there?" Yan Aosong was a bit puzzled.
Of course, because the night was still young, more fishing awaited.
"Of course, because I ca by bike, my bike is still over there, I can’t just leave it." Lin Li had a reasonable explanation.
"Oh, okay, I’ll take you back there first." Yan Aosong suddenly understood.
With Yan Aosong’s help, Lin Li made his way back to Xiling Gotham.
"Is the bike big? If it isn’t, put it in the trunk, and I’ll take you ho after you get it." Before Lin Li got out of the car, Yan Aosong asked politely.
"It’s quite big, can’t be folded, but thanks for your kindness, uncle." Lin Li was telling the truth.
"Okay, hurry back ho, don’t linger here, it’s not safe."
"Yes, Uncle Yan."
"I’m off then."
"Goodbye, Uncle Yan~"
Yan Aosong nodded, drove away, and glanced back from the rearview mirror to see Lin Li still waving him off, waving.
Setting aside the idea of the fake thing, this kid was indeed very polite and well-behaved.
However.
If nothing unexpected happened following this case, Lin Li’s living district had almost nothing to do with himself; they most likely wouldn’t have another chance to et.
But in life, it’s always like this.
Fleeting encounters, brief goodbyes, everyone being re passersby in each other’s lives.
Take care, little friend Lin Li.
...
Take care, your mother.
In life, you never know if tomorrow or an accident will co first.
11:23 PM, November 2nd.
--Thirty-seven minutes after parting with Lin Li.
Whether in an abstract or literal sense, Yan Aosong’s tomorrow hadn’t arrived yet.
However.
Old Friend Road.
Yan Aosong returned with a twitching mouth, gritting his teeth--
"·Lin· Li·, ·what· a· coincidence·, we· f*ck*ng· et· again ah."
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Begging for monthly tickets at the beginning of the month.
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