Chapter 117: May I Ask the Restaurant Where Is the Shepherd Boy?

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Wang Ke's life is very boring and boring. He is a workaholic, working hard for his own life all the time, and climbing up at all costs.

People who were poor and afraid when they were young often have a greater attachment to money when they grow up, and they long for the sense of security brought about by the accumulation of money.

Moreover, it is difficult for people born in normal families to understand the mentality of children leaving orphanages. What they lack is not just a simple "money security".

The previous Zhou Ze was also the same, but as a human being in the second generation, Zhou Ze was much more lazy and more open-minded.

There is no obsession that cannot be resolved by "die once",

if not,

Then die a few more times,

You also look away.

Wang Ke proposed to play poker, Zhou Ze was noncommittal, Bai Yingying dismissed it, and the old man wanted to join in, but the two of them really couldn't play poker, so they had to give up.

In the end, Wang Ke directly took out his patient's case for research, and started working directly, without seeing how frightened he was.

Looking at his "brother" who grew up together in his orphanage, Zhou Ze seemed to see himself in the past.

Even before death, I want to have more and pursue more. Everyone enjoys the pleasure brought by work, the accumulation and satisfaction similar to a squirrel hiding nuts in its tree hole.

Whether there is a tomorrow or not, you must work.

Outside the window, light began to appear. One night passed like this, a little slowly, but also a little fast. The zombie didn't come, no one knocked on the door, and no one broke the window. Tonight, it was very peaceful.

Zhou Ze deliberately waited for a while, and it was not until the morning that Zhou Ze planned to get up.

"That's it for today, I'm going back."

Wang Ke didn't beg Zhou Ze not to leave and continue to protect himself. He lowered his head and continued to look at his case. When Zhou Ze said goodbye, he raised his head and stretched a little tiredly. Zhou Ze smiled:

"Let's go after breakfast."

The old man wanted to nod, but he had to look at Zhou Ze's face. Anyway, for the old man, he was very satisfied with the food of the Wang family. It was exquisite and exquisite, and he mainly pursued the enjoyment of taste buds rather than simply filling his stomach.

"No, don't bother."

Zhou Ze kept a respectful distance from anything related to "eating" in the Wang family.

Hearing this, the old man was a little disappointed. In fact, he had a good taste yesterday. After eating so many messy things, he didn't even have a stomachache.

"Is the guest leaving?"

At this time, Wang Ke's wife came down the stairs.

She was wearing a black pajamas, and because there were guests, she put on an extra white coat, but her pretty figure could still be seen.

Shao,,, women are romantic, and the charm flows out.

Bai Yingying stood at Zhou Ze and stretched out her hand, and gently tugged at Zhou Ze's arm. Zhou Ze followed the pointer and looked over, and saw the string of red marks on Wang Ke's wife's left calf.

Like blood, it meanders down the path of the stream from the depths of the dense jungle, leaving traces of years of tossing.

"Honey, I knocked over my bottle of red nail polish when I was sleeping last night and didn't notice it. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the red puddle on the ground, which scared me so much that I almost passed out.

I saw a horror movie a while ago, you know, I thought you were like the hero in the movie, and you ate me while I was asleep. "

Wang Ke's wife walked up to Wang Ke and reached out to stroke Wang Ke's chin. Her husband stayed up all night, and she felt a little distressed.

"You are too thin, I can't eat enough." Wang Ke responded with a smile, "Let's make breakfast."

"No need, sister-in-law."

Zhou Ze refused again,

"Let's go first. If you need anything, you can come to my bookstore to find me. By the way, my bookstore has now moved to South Street, not far from here."

What Zhou Ze meant was that if he really had a premonition that something was wrong, he could take refuge in his own bookstore.

This is the best Zhou Ze can do. It is impossible for him to stay by Wang Ke's side 24 hours a day to protect him. Besides, today is Qingming Festival, which is when his bookstore is "good business".

Many new customers will flock to the bookstore because of the Ching Ming Festival. This is a big business, similar to the peak season, and Zhou Ze is not willing to miss it.

Declining Wang Ke and his wife's persuasion, Zhou Ze and the three walked out of the Wang's villa.

As soon as he walked out, Zhou Ze stopped and looked back at the balcony.

Wang Ke's daughter should still be sleeping. It's the Ching Ming Festival holiday and she doesn't have to go to school.

Little Lolita probably hasn't come back yet, or she won't come back at all. In fact, if Little Lolita comes back, I guess Wang Ke's worries are superfluous. That zombie really wants to come to the Wang family for revenge. To no return.

"Boss, is that really red nail polish?" Bai Yingying asked behind Zhou Ze.

"It may also be that menstruation is afraid of embarrassment, so I made an excuse."

"..." Bai Yingying.

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question, looked at Bai Yingying, and said, "You should have stopped, right?"

"..." Bai Yingying.

This makes people have the nerve to answer, and, where would zombies come from that kind of thing!

three people

When I walked to the entrance of the community, because it was early in the morning, it was very lively here, and many stalls on the street had already opened their doors.

Regardless of whether any vicious events have occurred recently, people's lives must go on.

A middle-aged man with healthy limbs was kneeling on the ground, holding a bowl in his hand, and was begging there. He looked rather pitiful, his body was dirty, and he kept saying "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", like a dumb man .

When the old Taoist passed by, the beggar reached out and grabbed the trousers of the old Taoist, and motioned the old Taoist to give him a little. After all, the old Taoist was dressed as a monk, so it seemed better to fool the money.

Beggars are also a profession that requires extensive experience, and they also know how to distinguish and focus on choosing their own customer base.

Who knew that the old man waved his sleeves directly to block the beggar from grabbing his hand, and at the same time spat at the beggar, cursing:

"You have hands and feet, and you're younger than a poor man. It's not good to do something, but you are begging here. Your ancestors' face has been completely lost by you!"

With a seasoned age and status, these words are absolutely correct.

When he was old, he still had to start a live broadcast and serve ghosts. He was usually very frugal, but Zhou Ze heard from Bai Yingying that the old man seemed to be sponsoring a few poor students in the mountainous area.

Hearing the words, the beggar felt quite angry and stood up, only to hear him scream, and then fell to the ground, baring his teeth and claws, shouting "Ahhhh!"

The direct meaning is that the old man hit him, but the implication is that he wants to blackmail people.

When the old Taoist saw this scene, he was so angry that he almost laughed, wishing he could really go up and punch this rascal a few times.

Of course, crowds of onlookers also began to appear all around. Everyone came with the mentality of watching the excitement, and no one spoke to or stood out for the beggar.

These days, everyone's sympathy has long been exhausted by beggars and liars. It is human nature to sympathize with the weak, but these days, sometimes people who seem to be "weak" often have reversals. Live better than those who sympathize with him.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly, he didn't want to waste any time on this kind of matter, so he winked at Bai Yingying.

Bai Yingying understood and approached the crowd.

The beggar felt a biting chill hit his body, jumped up immediately, and shouted:

"I'm so cold, I'm so cold!"

He was able to speak, and immediately there was laughter from the crowd. Although they didn't know why, everyone thought it was funny.

The beggar ran away in despair.

The old Taoist sucked his nose, sighed, and said, "Some people deserve to be poor."

Zhou Ze smiled, and didn't say that he saw that the mobile phone in the beggar's pocket was an Apple X.

The three made do with breakfast at the gate of the community. Bai Yingying thoughtfully brought sour plum juice. Zhou Ze ate more this time. He didn't eat a bite of supper last night, and he really needed to eat to replenish his energy.

After eating, Bai Yingying was going to take a taxi back to the bookstore.

At this moment, an old man with white hair and stooped back walked past the three of them. The old man held a bag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand, as if he had just returned from grocery shopping.

What is noticeable is that the left hand of the old man carrying the bag has only two fingers, which is a real disabled person.

Seeing this scene, the old man took the initiative to step forward and asked if he needed help.

The old man shook his head and said no need.

The old Taoist said, "Brother, it's okay, you live in this community, I'll help you carry it back."

But the old man still persisted in smiling and shaking his head to indicate that he could do his own thing, and he didn't need help, even though his two fingers seemed to be struggling to carry things.

The old man walked forward, he should live in the same community as Wang Ke.

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "People are really different, young people with sound limbs kneel on the ground and want to beg for nothing, and want free food.

But this older brother with a disability who is a round older than me still maintains his self-esteem and pride.

Dangfu Dabai, this morning chicken soup, is enjoyable. It feels like this day is another day full of vitality and positive energy. "

The old Taoist was talking to himself and adding self-satisfaction. This is what everyone who drank chicken soup has, as if his soul was purified in an instant.

"He dropped something." Zhou Ze reminded.

"What, did you lose your wallet? Then I'll send it back to someone quickly. He is a man of his age, and he is indeed prone to forgetting things and his memory will not be good. It's not easy."

The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze while talking, and then he was taken aback, with a frightened expression on his face;

What Zhou Ze held in his hand was the knuckle of a middle finger, the end was still stained with blood, and there was even a faint heat rising from it, it was really fresh.

"You're right, people lose their memory when they get old.

I even dropped my finger,

Did not notice. "

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