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Zhang Yanfeng pushed open the door of the bookstore and walked in. The door was left open, after all, it was the opening time.
Little Lolita was sitting behind the bar, holding a spoon in her hand and pressing her tongue over and over again, provoking her tongue as if she was thinking about something.
She told Zhou Ze before that ghosts cannot be cultivated, but this does not mean that her abilities cannot be developed and excavated at a deeper level.
In this regard, she has a personal experience.
More than half a year ago in Rongcheng, the one who was chased by their ghosts and chased away in a hurry, but came back with the white cat in less than a month. She still remembers that scene to this day. .
Therefore, little Lori, who had been wrestling with her own tongue, didn't notice that Lao Zhang had returned. She noticed it subconsciously, but she only thought it was an employee from the bookstore who was not a stranger, so she didn't care.
The old man was sitting on the sofa, helping the little monkey mend clothes with a needle and thread.
The little monkey is naughty and likes to jump up and down, so the clothes are often torn or torn.
Lao Dao knew a big girl before, she worked in a hair salon in Gangzha District of Tongcheng, and Lao Dao often visited her. She was even more dexterous and helped Lao Dao mend Taoist robes twice.
Her son is a little demented, and her husband is lazy in his hometown and doesn't bother to plant the land. There is no other way. In order to maintain the family's livelihood and expenses, she can only come out to do this business.
Later, when her husband took her son to the river to take a bath, they caught up with the tide and they drowned together.
When the old man went to look for the older girl again, his colleagues said that the older girl cried all night after hearing the news, and paid the bill the next day, packed up her things and went back to her mother's house.
While thinking about that person, he was mending the small piece of clothing in his hand,
Perhaps,
This is youth, right?
Perhaps,
This is life.
He has lived to be seventy-one years old. Although he has no children, the emotional life of the old man is not boring. Others look down on him. Pass.
On the contrary, he likes the kind of older girls who are working as a working class;
?We have a common language, and we are both wanderers in the world, so we can comfort each other.
Zhang Yanfeng walked up to the old Taoist. He wanted to ask the old Taoist what he should eat, because he couldn't eat the food of ordinary people.
He also wanted to ask the old Taoist where he should sleep, because he seemed to realize that he couldn't sleep at all.
He declined the banquet, signaled that he needed some time alone, and came out from the back door of the police station, saying he just wanted to get some air.
?The leaders of the police stations also expressed their understanding of this. By making false identities and mixing with criminal groups, it was tantamount to experiencing a completely different life on the other side.
Now that the undercover mission was successfully completed, when he escaped again, he was in a trance again.
Just like in the early Qing Dynasty when the hair was kept but not, a group of people fought desperately for their bun; during the Republic of China, the military and police took to the streets to force their braids to be cut, and there was still a group of people crying for it.
After staying in a specific environment for a long time, people will also develop inertia.
Of course, the leaders of the police station thought so, but in fact, Zhang Yanfeng just wanted to go back to the bookstore to ask about the specific situation, and also wanted to share his current joy with Zhou Ze.
After rebirth, I am still a policeman. This is good news, the best news.
"Old man, where's Zhou Ze?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.
He wanted to ask the boss?
But think about it, the word "boss" is still not uttered, after all, I'm still not used to it, although other people in the study room call Zhou Ze "boss", but Zhang Yanfeng has a thin skin.
"Oh, he went to the police station with Lao An." The old man replied without raising his head.
"What are you doing at the police station?" Zhang Yanfeng asked.
"I saved you."
"help me?"
"That's right, didn't you get caught, they planned to rob the prison"
Having said that,
The old man suddenly raised his head,
Looking at Zhang Yanfeng in front of him, he screamed:
"Ahhhhhh!!!!!!
Why are you back! ! ! "
"I¡¡¡¡"
"Call the boss quickly, quickly, quickly!" The old man immediately shouted to the little loli at the bar.
 ??Go upstairs in advance before coming out that he is the doctor.
The old Taoist came over immediately, served tea, and explained the minimum consumption on his side. For this, Zhang Feng was not stingy, but gave the money first.
"The boss is not here, if you have anything to do, you can talk to him."
The old Taoist pointed to Zhang Yanfeng who was sitting next to him.
Zhang Yanfeng also got up at this time and sat down in front of his son.
The two of them sat awkwardly like this.
Xiao Zhang didn't speak,
Lao Zhang didn't speak either.
Xiao Zhang was worried about the description of this bookstore recorded in the notebook left by his father,
? When I first read the notebook, why did I feel that my father had just watched some supernatural movie or novel, so he became interested in the story I wrote,
But on second thought, with my father's literary and artistic talents, I guess I really don't bother to do this kind of thing.
So with an extremely anxious mood, he approached the door.
Lao Zhang didn't know what attitude he should take to face his son. Should he tell him the truth or hide it?
Regarding this, Zhou Ze left before he had time to ask Zhou Ze.
The two just stared at each other like this,
Watch and watch,
Lao Zhang's eyes were wet, and he reached out to wipe away the tears, but more and more.
Xiao Zhang saw that Lao Zhang was crying, and for some unknown reason, he also cried along with him.
The two sat opposite each other,
don't say anything,
Wipe away tears vigorously.
Lao Zhang looked at Xiao Zhang suspiciously,
why are you crying?
Xiao Zhang also looked at Lao Zhang suspiciously,
Why are you crying again?
Little Loli crossed her legs and whispered to the old Taoist next to her, "Did you reveal your identity?"
The old man shook his head.
"Then why are you crying?"
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