Chapter 700

In the morning, Zhou Ze woke up, went downstairs, took a shower as usual, and then sat down on his habitual sofa by the window.

Yingying brings coffee and hands over the pressed newspaper.

At this time, Xu Qinglang also came down from upstairs.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

"Whatever, I don't have a good appetite."

"Then cook small wonton."

"Well."

Xu Qinglang turned and entered the kitchen,

Zhou Ze picked up the coffee,

Took a sip,

"Pa" sound,

Lift up the newspaper and shake it,

Crisp ears, beautiful.

Zhou Ze believes that this is one of the most wonderful voices in life.

Outside, dark clouds are pressing on the city, and the city is about to be destroyed,

But inside,

It is still a family with small bridges and flowing water.

It's like living your childhood well and caring about national affairs. After a boast, regardless of the world, you still have to get up early the next morning and go to the vegetable market to buy fresh and cheap dishes.

Yingying is sitting opposite Zhou Ze, holding her mobile phone in her hand, as if watching some video.

There was a very depressing and gloomy tune in the video, and Yingying looked at it and laughed with a "puff".

Zhou Ze was curious, put down the newspaper and asked:

"What are you looking at?"

"Magic, boss, I feel that the audience below is really cooperative."

"Magic?"

Yingying turned the screen of her mobile phone to Zhou Ze and clicked replay.

In the video, there is a familiar stage background with a slightly greasy painting style. When the host's voice rings, everything is too recognizable. Later, the host plays a sketch that is well known.

"Is this the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Spring Festival Gala?" Yingying is a little confused, so.

The video began to continue. A man walked to the center of the stage, put two toads on the ground, and then the man stepped on two toads wearing only socks.

"Dear audience friends, next, our Qigong master is about to work. Please wait and see!"

"Faint faint.................."

It's a bit like the background music of Liaozhai,

It gives people a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

Shaoqing,

The master wrapped a mouthful of water in his mouth,

Spray on the red bricks in front of you,

The red brick cracks directly!

The audience below applauded warmly, and the host repeatedly exclaimed incredible!

When the master stepped back a few steps,

The camera caught the two toads that were trampled by the master at once,

Two toads can still continue to crawl around alive,

The audience exclaimed again and clapped wildly!

The following program is a little similar to "bone shrinking skill". When you drill into and out of the cage, the metal frame of the cage may be flexible, but it needs to be knocked away with great energy. At first, you let several children wearing red scarves go up to test, but they couldn't get in.

After the two Qigong masters went in, they were very fast. They went in as soon as they collided, and came out again when they collided again.

With the background music and the amazing words of the host,

The scene was still very warm, with thunderous applause.

In the eyes of modern people, this is nothing more than a very common trick, but in those days, it was able to enter the house, crowned with the title of a master.

"Boss, this magic is so boring, but the background music and the host's voice are really funny."

"Well, at the beginning, magic was not called magic, but Qigong."

"Qigong?"

"Yes, qigong, or it can also be called special function."

"So, boss, do the audience in the video really treat them as masters? And they are such great masters?"

"Well, yes."

"People were so stupid at that time."

Even Yingying from the Qing Dynasty doesn't believe this thing.

"The people who believe are only a small part." Zhou Ze said.

"What about most?"

"Pretend to be blind there."

"Having breakfast, what are you talking about?" Xu Qinglang came out of the kitchen.

Wonton was wrapped before. Mix a soup base and put the small wonton in it. It will be out of the pot soon.

Two drops of sesame oil, a pinch of shallots, flowers, coriander, with an appropriate amount of seasoning,

That taste is really delicious.

Xu Qinglang brought out three bowls,

Zhou Ze got up, sat down at the table, picked up a spoon and began to eat.

Xu Qinglang sat down opposite Zhou Ze and ate one mouthful at a time.

"There's still no news." Xu Qinglang said with some worry.

Obviously, the distance is so close, but the insecurity caused by the enemy's darkness and my ignorance is really very painful. The most important thing is that this time, his master seems to know more about forbearance than last time.

He hoped that his master could kill the door directly as he did last time. It was a blessing, not a curse, but a curse that could not be avoided. But what does it mean to hang around like this?

"I think it's not the first thing to worry about now."

Zhou Ze bit a wonton, drank a mouthful of soup, pulled out a paper towel and wiped his mouth.

"What's the matter?" Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze pointed to the third bowl next to him,

That bowl of wonton was put there quietly. Ying Ying didn't eat it. Xu Qinglang didn't prepare it for Ying Ying either.

"Didn't you notice that this morning was a little lonely?"

Where's the monkey?

What about the old way?

Where's the black chick?

Where's the white fox?

There are also those ghosts who are opposite the bookstore. They also came to join us for dinner.

On weekdays, the guys who knocked on the basin at the rice point immediately sat down like the hungry ghost reincarnation,

Today,

Why is it so quiet?

Xu Qinglang put down the spoon.

"Yingying, go to the vegetable garden next door and have a look."

"OK, boss."

"I'll go up and have a look." Xu Qinglang went up the stairs.

Shaoqing, Yingying came back first, with a heavy face and said, "boss, there is no one in the vegetable garden, and even the waiter is gone."

Xu Qinglang then walked down and said, "no one upstairs has a bedroom."

Half an evening,

So many employees in the bookstore suddenly disappeared.

Boss Zhou won't think that he squeezed his employees too hard, so these employees collectively abandoned themselves and ran away.

But after thinking about it,

Zhou Ze's fingers gently moved,

"Hum!"

A strong wind rushed in,

In the blink of an eye,

The sloth like spotted fox marten lay on Zhou Ze's shoulder and rubbed his ass with one of his claws.

Pain

Zhou Ze smiled and stretched out his hand to flick on the head of the spotted fox mink,

"Your goods are still there."

Xu Qinglang stood in place with a gloomy face.

Zhou Ze shook his head, lit a cigarette and said slowly:

"Why do I have the feeling that I haven't made any progress at all? Last time, this time, it's the same. I didn't know until others made a move."

I remember last time I was in Qu Mingming's office, an online cafe,

Yingying desperately wants to give herself an alarm.

Fortunately, one thing worth comforting is that Yingying is still standing by her side.

From a more selfish point of view, others, uh huh, uh huh;

As long as Yingying is all right, Zhou Ze can withstand it and won't feel that this day has collapsed.

Zhou Ze admits that this feeling is selfish, but what can he do?

A bowl of water is still difficult to level, not to mention the distance of human relations?

"I think it may not be that we didn't grow, but that our growth rate was not as fast as him." Xu Qinglang said.

"This self consolation, give you a hundred points."

Zhou Ze stood up, stretched and continued:

"What is that person going to do next?"

Zhou Ze and Lao Xu didn't discuss what happened to the missing people,

Are they still alive and dead?

Because it's meaningless to discuss this now.

"Boss, it's snowing outside again."

Yingying pointed out the landing window and said.

It's snowing,

It's just sleet,

And the rain seems not small.

For young people and children living in many places, snow is a very interesting thing, and "sleet" is a very distressing term.

It not only gives you hope and fantasy about snow, but also often extinguishes your idea of making a snowman.

"Is it our turn for him? Or is it to leave our key hate objects alone and want to play some abnormal things?"

Xu Qinglang didn't answer, silently walked to the door of the bookstore and stood.

Zhou Ze shrugged his shoulders,

In fact, one thing he doesn't know is,

If it weren't for the reason of old ways,

Lead to hell's listening hand to cut off the process,

Maybe now Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang have long been "blind".

…………

A tricycle,

He was pushed slowly from the opposite side of the road,

There are many pictures on the tricycle,

The coachman is an elderly old man,

He didn't get too close to the bookstore, and stopped under the street lamp on the side of the road.

Xu Qinglang's eyes fixed on him.

The coachman bent down,

Take off your black cap,

It shows the hairstyle of the regional support center,

A little meal,

It seems to be deliberately brewing emotions,

The expression on his face gradually became warm from just indifference,

With excitement,

With joy,

With kindness,

It's as stiff as pulling the skin off your face,

A new one was pasted with glue again.

Then open your arms,

Tiptoe slightly,

"Ah, ah, oh, oh, er......"

This is trying wheat.

The wheat trial is over,

The old man's expression was vivid and his voice was emotional. He opened his arms and shouted to Xu Qinglang standing at the door:

"Disciple,

Master, I miss you so much! "

This scene,

Zhou Ze thought of the host in the video he watched before. The first sentence of the Spring Festival Gala every year is: dear audience friends, I miss you so much!

Whether Xu Qinglang is excited or not, Zhou Ze doesn't know,

Whether Xu Qinglang had tears in his eyes, Zhou Ze stood behind him, and he couldn't see it.

But what Zhou Ze can see is,

Xu Qinglang took the initiative to go to the old man,

The pace is very fast,

It can be seen that Lao Xu can't wait.

The smile on the old man's face was more brilliant, just like the blooming of Hawthorn flowers.

Xu Qinglang threw himself into the arms of the old man,

There was no "hum",

Master, I miss you so much. Little fist hit your chest,

Lao Xu expressed his feelings in a more simple and crude way,

He drew out the copper coin sword,

Stabbed directly into his master's chest,

then,

Pull it out,

Poke it in again,

Pull it out,

Poke it in again,

move in circles,

Sincere feelings,

Intense action,

Master apprentice love, but so.