The next morning, Zhou Ze came to the noodle restaurant next door as usual after washing up. This has gradually become a habit of his life. When eating is no longer a process of enjoyment, it becomes purely a task. Tasks are simple. Efficiency is good, there is nothing more convenient and quicker than Xu Qinglang's place.
"Bitter melon juice." Xu Qinglang put a large glass in front of Zhou Ze, and then served another fried rice with eggs.
Zhou Ze tried to take a sip first. The moment the liquid entered his throat, he felt an unbearable bitterness between his lips and teeth. Then, after swallowing, even his intestines and stomach began to knot.
After waiting for about ten seconds, Zhou Ze came to his senses and let out a long breath of relief.
It's really bitter.
"Haha, is it strong enough?" Xu Qinglang looked like he was about to praise me, and then sat down in front of Zhou Ze, "By the way, you are really heavy mouthed, can't you eat without drinking these things?"
Zhou Ze calmed down for a while, then took a big glass full of bitter gourd juice and drank it all in one gulp, then quickly picked up the chopsticks and started to wolf down the egg fried rice in front of him.
A minute later, Zhou Ze finished his meal, put down the plate, and closed his eyes.
"This eating looks like an evil ghost that climbed up from hell." Xu Qinglang joked.
It's just that it's not known whether this is a joke or has other meanings.
Zhou Ze opened his eyes and glanced at each other. It was normal for the five migrant workers brothers to come back to their senses for the first time that day. His sister-in-law and wife couldn¡¯t see it. It¡¯s just that the owner of the noodle shop could see it, otherwise he wouldn¡¯t be able to see it. I will make those five servings of braised pork with rice.
But between the two, based on the tacit understanding of seeing through but not telling, they have never pierced the window paper. Perhaps this is the way to get along.
"Why didn't you take orders today?" Zhou Ze asked.
A few days ago, even on the day of New Year's Eve, Xu Qinglang's mobile phone kept getting takeaway orders, but today, it seemed much deserted, and no takeaway brother came to pick up the food.
"Take a rest." Xu Qinglang took out a cigarette, took one in his mouth, and handed another to Zhou Ze.
Although it is said that there is no rest at the end of the year, it is a bit strange to rest after the year,
But as a man with more than 20 suites,
There is indeed willful capital.
"Do you know ghosts carrying sedan chairs?" Zhou Ze asked, he still remembered what happened last night, but he didn't rush to do anything, he just went home and lay down in his freezer to sleep.
Man, it was indeed Zhou Ze himself who rescued him. If there were any problems, Zhou Ze didn't want to take care of them.
He just lives his little life carefully, seriously and lively. If there are some things that come across in daily life, he can do it easily, but he will not really force anything.
Even if there is something wrong with the little girl in the lily skirt, it is no longer up to Zhou Ze to take care of it.
"Ghosts carrying the sedan chair?" Xu Qinglang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hehe, the New Year's Eve night is too late. It is said that people burn sutras and paper money during the Chinese New Year. Those ghosts also have extra money on hand, and they are willing to take a taxi. .¡±
Xu Qinglang continued to talk nonsense, and then yawned, "By the way, why isn't your bookstore open yet?"
"Wait until evening to open."
"Okay, self-willed." Xu Qinglang took out his mobile phone, glanced twice, "How about we go to the movies this afternoon?"
scene,
There was an awkward silence for an instant.
"No." Zhou Ze refused.
"Look, I really don't want to lose face. It's a waste of people's hard work to make new juice for you, and I don't even want to watch a movie with them.
Man, none of them are good things. "
"" Zhou Ze.
"Sorry, I forgot that I am also a man." Xu Qinglang shook his head sadly, with an expression of regretting why he was not a daughter.
"Did you experience any psychological trauma when you were a child?" Zhou Ze asked. "I do know some psychiatrists who can help you."
Xu Qinglang laughed out loud,
"Heterosexuality is just a heresy created for reproduction, and homosexuality is true love."
"Degree to disagree."
"Different road non-phase plan."
The conversation between the two after dinner broke up unhappy.
Zhou Ze went back to his bookstore, opened the door, thought about it, and unlocked it. He just sat behind the counter and turned on the computer, and sent a WeChat message to Dr. Lin:
"Going to the movies this afternoon?"
wait a lot??, no trouble.
Did not shout for drinks, nor clamored for snacks.
Zhou Ze was sitting behind the counter, watching her.
It just so happened that at this time, Xu Qinglang walked in, saw the little girl who looked like a porcelain doll, and immediately walked over to hug her up.
"Yo, what a cute little girl."
"Thank you sister." Ruirui responded.
The smile on Xu Qinglang's face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, becoming brighter and brighter.
The little girl was so flattering that she scratched Xu Qinglang's itch.
Zhou Ze continued to sit there with a sullen face.
"Come out, I have something to tell you." Xu Qinglang put down the child, and pointed to Zhou Ze.
Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang walked out.
"Someone came from the square and asked if we want to terminate the contract, and they can refund the rent we paid in advance."
"Don't refund it." Zhou Ze didn't want to mess around anymore for the time being, not to mention that he didn't have enough capital, even if he got the prepaid rent, it wasn't enough to open another store by himself.
"I think so too." Xu Qinglang nodded, indicating that he understood, "Then I will go to talk with you on behalf of you?"
"OK."
"Okay, that's it."
The two of them stood outside the door and smoked a cigarette before they dispersed.
When Zhou Ze turned around and opened the store door and walked in,
It was found that the little girl was no longer on the row of small plastic benches, and the illustrated book was placed on a bench.
Zhou Ze frowned,
Looked up,
At the stairway, the footsteps of little leather boots appeared,
The little girl came out from there, with half of her figure exposed and half of her figure blocked by the wall,
She just
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