Lin Chuxue and Chen Ruolin were still in the background story of these photo frames.
It was already not easy for an old man with such a rich history to live until now.
The two women could imagine how arrogant and unruly Lin Yi was back then.
In any of these photos, he was solemn and calm.
In every photo, he was the absolute center. Whether it was a group photo or a solo photo, one could see his absolute status at that time.
What was commendable was that from his great-grandfather's mouth, he could let go of the past.
Little did they know that many people might live in the glory of the past for the rest of their lives, unable to walk out of it and eventually disappear in that period of history.
Lin Yi's open-mindedness and willingness to let go were what made the two girls admire him.
However, the pride he was born with was also what made the netizens fall in love with him.
The tiger was old and toothless, but its pride and dignity were still there!
The gentleness of the rest of his life might only be reserved for his loved ones.
Lin Chuxue stood in the corridor and looked at the old man with white hair. At that moment, her heart ached for her great-grandfather.
After sighing, the two girls were no longer in the mood to look at the photos.
The camera flashed past the remaining frames.
Under the burning gazes of the netizens.
A few curious photo frames flashed past.
Among them was a group photo.
In the photo frame, there were people from the Dragon Country and foreigners. They all had their hands behind their backs and were wearing simple robes that looked like "disciples". They stood in two rows and smiled at the camera.
There were a total of 28 of them.
Different faces, different skin colors.
In the middle was Lin Yi.
He sat on a chair, his robe embroidered with the word 'Shi'.
If a historical researcher could capture this frame in a millimeter, he would be able to find a person in a corner of the frame-Li Ruidong!
Back then, he was Cixi's bodyguard and later founded the Dragon Country Martial Arts Association!
There was also a photo that was a group photo.
Most of them were foreigners. They sat in a neat row, and Lin Yi was in the middle.
Among these people, Luo Si Fu, who had taken a photo with Lin Yi, was only sitting at the side!
There was a banner on the back of the photo, which read in English: The 19th World Elite Financial Group Conference.
They all had nameplates and medals engraved with their names on their chests.
Only Lin Yi did not have any tags on him.
Amongst the many photo frames in the corridor, the Peace Hotel's highlight piece, a slightly stronger photo, also flashed past the camera.
Although many netizens were curious about the remaining photo frames, they didn't want to capture them in such a fast shaking scene.
Moreover, the photo frame reflected light when it was not focused.
How difficult was it to capture the information in the photo under such conditions?
[There are still many photo frames. Why aren't you looking anymore?]
[That's right. It feels like we're taking a lecture on famous people in modern history. It's rare for this old man to give such a good lecture. Is the class over just like that?]
[What a killjoy.]
[I'm a little impressed by the old man. If it were anyone else, they would have long wanted to brag about the background stories of the dozens of photo frames here. He can simply talk about the past without any nostalgia or obsession. It's no wonder that he can create the work of Black and White with such a broad mind.]
[I also understand why he hesitated when the streamer asked him what he was doing at the beginning. I feel that no one would believe what I've heard today.]
[Perhaps this is loneliness. All the truth and memories have been buried with the dead, and you seem to be an extra in this world.]
[Motherf * cker, with such a terrifying background story, I should have felt my scalp tingle and goosebumps rise, but you guys made me cry. F * ck.]
[According to the old man, that era was almost a century ago. How young was he then?] He had already achieved success and fame. How difficult would it be to retreat from that young and frivolous world? How much courage would that require?
Therefore, the unique temperament of a big shot would still be retained even as he aged.
[Damn, the popularity of this live broadcast room has already soared to more than 20 million?] F * ck, this data is heaven-defying. Could it be considered the peak of the streamer's daily popularity?
[Forget it. The final of the S-League was only about 30 million yuan. It can be imagined that the old man's traffic was definitely attracted by those TikTok and videos.]
[Then, after today's content is exposed again, I'm afraid that the identity of the big shot won't be able to be hidden anymore.] (Dog Head)
[Is he walking towards the 'old big shot' under the setting sun?] (Squinting)
" Come, come, come. Let's collectively post the 'big boss' on the bullet screen. Let's stand up and bow to the old man. History may have forgotten him, but we're lucky enough to witness him today."
[Farewell, Big Boss!]
[Boss!]
[Boss!]
[Farewell, big boss. Next, hand the stage of the 21st century to me. I'll be the next successor to the big boss.]
[What the f * ck successor with the temperament of a big boss? Previous poster, are you going to laugh me to death?] A keyboard boss?
[The 21st century is not an easy stage. You have to be the first to play a game. F * ck you.] He really wanted to live in the old man's era and walk out of the novice village with a butcher knife.
[Above, in that era when you just walked out of the novice village with your sword, do you believe that the warlord had already pointed a pistol at your head?] (Comical face)
[I'm so f * cking amused by you guys. I was still crying for just a minute, and you guys have already led the stream astray.]
Lin Chuxue went downstairs and found that these people were crazily spamming the 'big boss' bullet screen. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry."Come, come, come. I'll show you the boss's daily breakfast.”
The camera moved to Lin Yi's breakfast table.
Good heavens.
It was no exaggeration to say that the plates of sumptuous breakfast were all delicacies of a five-star restaurant.
These were all instructed by Second Master Du.
It didn't matter if Lin Yi ate or not every day, but he had to cook.
"Wow, I started crying. I'm really crying now."
Old Big Boss? He was still a big shot in his later years. One breakfast was worth a year of carrying bricks.
At the end of the story, the old man who was squatting in the alley told his legendary story. He staggered into the Rolls-Royce and disappeared from my sight. I thought he was a beggar and just threw some money into his bowl.
[I couldn't hold it in anymore. My mouth was about to dislocate from laughing.]
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