My Waste Husband
Chapter 1374

Chapter 1374

Henry saw that Sackcloth Visitor's face covered with scars was calm, but there were many complicated emotions in the bottom of his eyes.

The food stall in front of the pockmark was kicked over. The woman turned her head and strode away. A fifteen- or- sixteen- year- old girl was dragged away by the woman.

After the woman left, another three young men staggering to the stall. They squatted down and looked at the leaves scattered all over the ground. One of them in a vest, sneered and said, "Old thing, aren't your vegetables fresh? Are you here to ruin my reputation? How can I survive in the future? Hurry up and compensate me with two or three thousand yuan, or get out of here."

Sackcloth Visitor looked at the vegetables on the ground and said calmly, "My vegetables are very good. They just fell to the ground and..."

Pa!

Before the Sackcloth Visitor could finish his words, the young man suddenly slapped him on the face.

Sackcloth Visitor was now just an ordinary person. He fell to the ground after being slapped by the strong young man.

"Pah!" The young man spat out a mouthful of saliva. "Old thing, if I say your food is bad, then it is bad. Give me the money. Do you hear me?"

Sackcloth Visitor shook his head slightly. "There's no problem with my vegetables."

"You are still being stubborn?" The young man raised his eyebrows, waved his arms, and once again slapped toward Sackcloth Visitor.

"That's enough. You can't lay your hands on an old man like that."

Henry's voice sounded. He grabbed the young man's wrist and threw out three thousand yuan. "Here is the money. Don't make trouble. Go away."

The young man was going to swear, but as soon as he saw Henry throwing the money, he didn't say a word, picked up the money, and left.

Henry was too lazy to argue with these young people. There was one more thing. If he had dealt with these young people now, what would happen after he left? The one who was unlucky was Sackcloth Visitor.

When Sackcloth Visitor saw Henry, his expression did not change much.

Henry bent down and helped Sackcloth Visitor to clean up the mess.

"Why did you come to see me?" Sackcloth Visitor was not surprised that Henry would look for him. He was just an ordinary person now. It could be said that if Henry wanted to find him, his every move could not escape Henry's eyes.

"I'm going to a place, and I may not be able to come back. I drop by to see you." Henry lifted the vegetable shelf, which had been kicked over and then said, "It seems that you don't have a good time. Let's find a place to have a talk."

"Okay, but I have to clean up the stall first." Sackcloth Visitor replied.

Half an hour later, Henry pushed a little cart with vegetables on it and came to a simple mud house. This type of house appeared twenty years ago. Now, it was rare to see such a house. The house was small, and there was no electricity inside, so people had to use kerosene lamps. A bed made of wood occupied most of the space. The bamboo hat of Sackcloth Visitor was placed on the bedside.

Although the house was small and worn out, it was clean and spotless.

Sackcloth Visitor carefully locked the door, even though this door could not prevent people from entering. "Let's go. You can buy me a drink. I don't have much spare money."

"Okay." Henry shrugged his shoulders.

Henry and Sackcloth Visitor went to an ordinary stall and asked for two bottles of white wine.

"Although it's not as good as yours, just drink it." Henry poured the wine for Sackcloth Visitor.

Sackcloth Visitor showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and then raised his glass.

After the two of them clinked their glasses, they drank it off.

"Did you say that you were going to a place?" Sackcloth Visitor looked at Henry in confusion.

"Yes." Henry nodded. "It has something to do with the thing that Martial Uncle is guarding."

Sackcloth Visitor's body shook. "You mean..."

Sackcloth Visitor had followed Sanford for so many years. He knew something.

"My wife is there. I have to go," Henry replied.

"Do you know how to go?"

"The Alvin League knows."

"These bastards!" Sackcloth Visitor slapped on the table, furious beyond belief.

The people around the table all laid their eyes on them.

Sackcloth Visitor realized that he had lost his composure. He adjusted his mood and said in a low voice, "It turns out that those people's purpose is to go there!"

"It's understandable." Henry poured the wine again. "Those who are capable have different ideals from ordinary people. Compared with them, you and I are just little ants. Let's talk about you. For so many years, although you didn't deliberately make money, you are probably not that poor that you have to sell vegetables. You should not live there. This should not be your hobby."

Sackcloth Visitor laughed at himself. "Even if there is a normal house for living, I don't want to live there. But, hey, don't say, don't say, let's drink."

Sackcloth Visitor shook his head and raised his glass.

Henry saw that Sackcloth Visitor didn't want to say anything more, so he didn't ask in detail.

Just as the two of them clinked their glasses, they heard a voice coming from the side.

"Mom, look, it's the grandpa."

Henry noticed that the expression of Sackcloth Visitor had a great change at the moment he heard the voice.

Henry looked in the direction of the sound and saw the same middle-aged woman walking with a 15-or-16-year-old girl. It was the girl who had just

spoken.

The woman's face was full of disgust when she saw Sackcloth Visitor. She turned around and walked away with the young girl.

When Sackcloth Visitor saw this, he subconsciously wanted to catch up with her.

"All right." Henry grabbed him. "With the attitude of the other party towards you now, it's useless for you to go after her. Tell me, what's going on? Don't hide it in your heart. Maybe I can help you. You know, I don't have many friends. I may not be able to come back this time. If I don't help you now, maybe I won't be able to help you ever again."

Sackcloth Visitor was stunned for a few seconds and then sat down again. He showed a bitter smile to Henry and then slowly said, "I had a daughter a long time ago."

"I didn't hear you mention it." Henry drank the wine in his cup.

After a few glasses, he continued, "I haven't seen her very often. To be exact, I haven't dated the woman who gave birth to my child. She and I just met several times. At that time, she was very poor and didn't have a place to live. She said that as long as I gave her money, she could do anything I wanted. I agreed. I gave her all the money, which was a huge sum of money at the beginning. I helped her find a place to live. My request was to have a baby."

Henry did not say anything but quietly listened to what Sackcloth Visitor said.

"I had no emotional foundation with her. After knowing that she was pregnant, I left. On the day when the child was born, I went to see her. It was a girl. I left her an address and she would occasionally update me on a child's life. I almost never saw her. Eight years ago, she passed away. On the day when she left, I didn't show up. However, she abided by the agreement and told our child about my existence."