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Chapter 2043 Don¡¯t be lyrical

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    Living on Grivatov¡¯s farm during this period of time was a very interesting experience for the aging black devils.

    Seeing Grevatov's wife nagging him every day, and scolding him a few times when she was angry, every time this time would attract the attention of several people, so Grevatov's wife would not  I had the nerve to scold him.

    Watching Grevatov's young son develop a strong interest in a beautiful little girl from the neighbor, and then the two people began to gradually warm up their relationship, it also made several old men watch with relish.

    The most popular one is Grevatov¡¯s little daughter. Almost everyone likes her, so Olya has no shortage of playmates these days, but her playmates are all a bit older.

    There were not many houses on the farm, so when Grevatov suddenly brought back six friends, especially one of them who was a patient lying in bed every day, Grevatov's wife did not blame him less for this, but  , in front of her husband's friends, Grevatov's wife still behaved very generous and enthusiastic.

    Therefore, a group of black devils still like their time living on the farm.

    Aaliya took a crayon and scribbled on a piece of white paper. The drawings were not very good. After all, she just accidentally found a crayon, and then happened to get a piece of paper, and then just wanted to use the white paper.  It was just full of color, but her painting was seen by Roztowski.

    "You can't draw like this, it's wrong. Let me teach you, okay?"

    Olya graciously gave up her paintbrush, because she quite liked the old man Roztovsky.

    Roztowski took the paintbrush, and after looking at it, he enthusiastically started drawing Olya with a red crayon. Soon, a lifelike little girl appeared on the paper.

    After Olia looked at the portrait, she said seriously: "This is me."

    "Yes, this is you."

    "You draw very well."

    Roztosky smiled happily, as if he had been praised by someone great, and then he said humbly: "Thank you, but your father is the real painter. He is an expert in portraiture. The pencil is in his hand."  With a soul, of course, he¡¯s also good at doing other things with a pencil.¡±

    ¡°My dad can¡¯t draw.¡±

    Roztosky was stunned for a moment. Under Lebedev's dissatisfied gaze, he then smiled apologetically and said: "Ah, yes, your father can't draw. Come on, there is another side. I will teach you how to draw landscapes."  Okay?"

    Roztosky was asking Olya to draw, while Tarta was taking a slow walk with Pavlovich.

    Pavlovich was seriously injured, and as he is older, his recovery is much slower than that of young people, so he can only walk slowly for a short distance now.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know if the Hammer is better, this guy is going crazy in Germany.¡±

    "Are you going to see him?"

    "No, I'm not interested in visiting patients."

    When the two of them were chatting and walking back to the farmhouse, they saw Glevatov¡¯s son sitting on a haystack, holding a guitar and playing an off-key tune.

    "Oh, that's not okay. Children in the city don't use this method to please girls now."

    "He is a country bumpkin to begin with, and the farthest he has ever been is to a nearby town. Do you still want to teach him what trendy gadgets to use to attract the people he likes who are also a country bumpkin?"

    "Pavlovich, haven't you ever been beaten for your bad mouth?"

    "People who want to beat me usually get beaten by me."

    Tarta looked at Pavlovich disdainfully, and then he shouted to Grevatov's son: "Hey, boy, you can't play the guitar like this, I'll teach you the correct way to play."

    Tarta swaggered over and sat on the haystack. He unceremoniously reached out and grabbed the guitar and played a very cheerful piece of music.

    After finishing playing Tartar, he was very proud that his fingering had not deteriorated too much, so he said proudly: "Did you see that? I'll teach you how to finger."

    "Yes, but your music is too outdated. Can you teach me some newer songs?"

    Tartar was speechless, and then he said loudly: "I have to listen first."

    When Tarta heard a tune that was completely unfamiliar to him on his mobile phone, he frowned and said loudly: "What kind of noise is this, but I can teach you, let me listen to it again."

    Everyone has their own fun, but Yarebin¡¯s fun is lying on a bed very leisurely.Get up and take a nap while slowly swaying.

    However, the quiet atmosphere was broken by the ringtone of the mobile phone.

    Yarebin took out his mobile phone and answered it with his eyes closed, then whispered: "Hello."

    "Teacher, there is something I need to trouble you to deal with. I'm sorry to interrupt your leisurely life."

    Yarebin smiled and said: "I am about to die. After death, I will have a leisure that I can never get rid of, so just tell me what is going on, don't be lyrical."

    "I need to snatch a person alive from the hands of the Shah Intelligence Agency and CIA in Riyadh. If he cannot be taken away alive, then kill the target. I think you may be interested in this."

    Yarebin laughed, very comfortably, and said loudly: "Yes, I am indeed very interested and very happy. I hope that the old opponents of the CIA and the Shah Intelligence Agency will make some progress."

    "The problem is that time is very tight, so the difficulty may increase a lot."

    Yarebin said slowly: "Time is tight, so we can't waste time on the road. We will leave immediately. Do you have the fastest route and transportation method to get us there?"

    "You need to go to Cairo, Egypt first, and then someone in Cairo will assist you and send you to Riyadh. You don't need to consider transportation issues. Then they will meet you in Riyadh on the 13th, and you can also get help from some people.  teacher."

    Yarebin smiled and said: "Okay, we'll set off now. On the way, you can explain to me the background of this operation. I need to know this. Hang up the phone now, and we'll contact you after we're on the road."

    After hanging up the phone, Yarebin closed his eyes, gently rocked the recliner again, and said with a smile: "This kind of life is really enjoyable. It's much more comfortable than a nursing home."

    He continued to close his eyes and rest his mind. After a few minutes, Yarebin opened his eyes, glanced slowly, and said loudly: "Glevatov, please call everyone back. Our time as guests at your home is over.  It¡¯s time to leave.¡±

    When Yarebin answered the phone, Grevatov noticed it. Hearing Yarebin's call, he walked gently behind Yarebin and whispered: "Captain, are you leaving for Yemen?"  ?¡±

    Yarebin smiled and said: "No, my students are in some trouble, so the place we are going to is Shah. In addition, I have some good news for you. The opponents are CIA and Shah Intelligence Agency. Are you excited?" (  Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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