Chapter 117

Wang Ke's life is boring and boring. He is a workaholic who works hard for his life all the time and climbs up at all costs.

People who were poor and afraid when they were young tend to have greater attachment to money when they grow up. They are eager 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 psychology of children coming out of orphanages. What they lack is not only the "sense of security of money".

Zhou Ze used to be the same, but as a man, Zhou Ze was tired and lazy, and he was more open-minded.

There is no obsession that "death once" cannot solve,

If not,

Then die a few more times,

You'll see better.

Wang Ke proposed to play poker, Zhou Ze was noncommittal, Bai Yingying was dismissive, and the old Taoist was willing to join in, but the two people really couldn't play poker, so they had to give up.

In the end, Wang Ke directly took out the cases of his patients for research, and directly began to work. He didn't see how frightened he was.

Zhou Ze looked at his "brother" who grew up together in the orphanage, as if he saw himself in the past.

Even before death, I also want to have more and pursue more. Everyone enjoys the pleasure brought by work, the accumulation and the satisfaction like squirrels hiding nuts in their tree holes.

Whether there is tomorrow or not, we must work.

Outside the window, light began to appear. One night, it passed like this, a little slow, 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 specially waited for a long time. It was not until the morning that Zhou Ze planned to get up.

"That's all for today. I'm going back."

Wang Ke didn't come to beg Zhou Ze not to go 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, stretched slightly wearily, and smiled at Zhou Ze:

"Eat breakfast before you leave."

The Taoist priest wanted to nod, but he had to look at Zhou Ze's face. Anyway, for the Taoist priest, he was extremely satisfied with the Wang family's food. It was exquisite and exquisite. He pursued the enjoyment of taste buds rather than simply to fill his stomach.

"No, don't bother."

Zhou Ze has a respectful attitude towards anything related to "eating" in the Wang family.

Hearing this, the Taoist priest was a little disappointed. In fact, he had a good mouth luck yesterday. After eating so many messy things, he didn't have a stomach trouble.

"Are the guests leaving?"

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

She was wearing a black nightdress. Because there were guests, she wore a white coat on her forehead, but she could still see her beautiful body.

Less, less, more and more women are romantic, and the charm flows out.

Bai Yingying stood at Zhou Ze, stretched out her hand and gently pulled Zhou Ze's arm. Zhou Ze looked at it with instructions and saw a string of red marks on Wang Ke's wife's left leg.

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

"Honey, I knocked over my bottle of red nail polish when I went to bed last night, but I didn't notice it. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the pool of red on the ground, which scared me almost fainted.

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

Wang Ke's wife came to Wang Ke and reached out to touch Wang Ke's jaw. Her husband didn't sleep all night. She was a little distressed.

"You are too thin. I can't eat enough." Wang Ke laughed and responded, "go make breakfast."

"No, sister-in-law."

Zhou Ze refused again,

"Let's go first. If you have something to do, you can come to my bookstore to find me. By the way, my bookstore has moved to South Street, which is not far from here."

Zhou Ze means that if you really feel something wrong, you can take refuge in your bookstore.

This is the best Zhou Ze can do. He can't stay around Wang Ke for 24 hours to protect him. Besides, it's Tomb Sweeping Day, and it's time for his bookstore to have "good business".

Many new guests will rush into the bookstore because of the Tomb Sweeping Day. This is a big business, similar to the peak season, and Zhou Ze is unwilling to miss it.

Declined the invitation of Wang Ke and his wife, and Zhou Ze walked out of the Wang villa.

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

Wang Ke's daughter should still be sleeping. Now it's Tomb Sweeping Day holiday, and she doesn't have to go to school.

Little Luoli should not have come back, or she can't come back at all. In fact, if little Luoli comes back, it's unnecessary to estimate Wang Ke's worry. The zombie really wants to come to the Wang family for revenge, which is likely to be gone.

"Boss, is it 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, "should you stop?"

"........" Bai Yingying.

What a nice answer! Besides, where do zombies come from!

The three walked to the gate of the community. Because it was morning, it was very lively here. Many stalls on the street had opened.

No matter whether there has been any malignant event recently, people's life will always continue.

A middle-aged man with sound limbs knelt on the ground, holding a bowl in his hand, begging there. He looked a little pathetic, dirty, and his mouth kept "ah ah", like a mute.

When the Taoist priest passed by, the beggar reached out and grabbed the Taoist priest's pants and motioned for him to give a little alms. After all, the Taoist priest was dressed as a monk and looked better at fooling money.

Beggars are also a profession that requires rich experience. They also know how to distinguish and focus on choosing their own customer groups.

Who knows, the Taoist priest waved his sleeve directly and blocked the beggar from holding his hand. At the same time, he spat at the beggar and scolded:

"You have hands and feet, and you are younger than me. It's not good to do something. It's just that you beg here. Your ancestors' faces have been lost by you!"

With the old Taoist's age and identity, it's absolutely right to say these words.

He is an old man. He has to open a live broadcast and serve ghosts. He is usually very frugal, but Zhou Ze heard Bai Yingying say that the Taoist priest seems to have funded several poor students in the mountains.

Hearing this, the beggar was quite angry. He stood up directly, only to hear him scream, and then fell to the ground, and kept waving his teeth and claws, "ah ah!" Shouted loudly.

The direct meaning is that the Taoist hit him, and the implication is that he wants to blackmail people.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist priest was so angry that he wanted to laugh. He really wanted to go up and punch this rogue.

Of course, there began to be onlookers around. Everyone came with the mentality of watching the excitement, and no one spoke or stood up to the beggar.

These days, everyone's sympathy has long been consumed by beggars and swindlers. It is human nature to sympathize with the weak, but these days, sometimes people who seem to be "weak" often reverse, and maybe their life is better than those who sympathize with him.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He didn't want to delay any time for this kind of thing, and winked at Bai Yingying.

Bai Yingying understood and approached the crowd.

The beggar just felt a biting chill coming under him, and immediately jumped up and shouted:

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

He was able to speak, and there was laughter in the crowd immediately. Although we didn't know why, everyone thought it was interesting.

The beggar ran away in despair.

The old Taoist sniffed, sighed and said, "some people deserve to be poor."

Zhou Ze smiled and didn't say that he had seen Apple X in the beggar's pocket before.

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

After dinner, Bai Yingying is going to take a taxi back to the bookstore.

At this time, an old man with white hair and bent back walked in front of the three people. The old man carried a bag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand, as if he had just bought vegetables.

It is noteworthy that the left hand of the old man's bag only has two fingers, which is a genuine disabled person.

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

The old man shook his head and said no.

The old Taoist said, "brother, it's OK. You live in this community, right? I'll help you carry it back."

But the old man still insisted on smiling and shaking his head to indicate that he could do his own things without help, even though his two fingers did look very laborious carrying things.

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

The old Taoist sighed with relief and said, "people are really different. Young people with sound limbs kneel on the ground and want to beg for nothing and eat for nothing.

But this disabled old brother, who is a round older than me, still maintains his self-esteem and pride.

When it comes to light, this morning's chicken soup is enjoyable. I feel that this day is full of vitality and positive energy. "

The Taoist priest was there talking to himself and being satisfied with himself. This was the case of everyone who drank chicken soup, as if his heart had been purified in an instant.

"He dropped something." Zhou Ze said.

"What, did you lose your wallet? Then I'll send it back quickly. He is so old that he is really easy to forget things, and his memory is not good, and it's not easy."

The old Taoist looked at Zhou Ze as he spoke, and then the whole person was stunned, with a frightened expression on his face;

What Zhou Ze saw in his hand was a knuckle of the middle finger, with blood stains at the end, and even a faint heat rising on it, which was really fresh.

"You're right. Old people have a bad memory.

Even the finger fell off,

Didn't even notice. "