Chapter 119

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

People who were afraid of being poor when they were young tend to be more persistent in money when they grow up, and they are eager for the sense of security brought by money accumulation.

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 money security.

The former Zhou Ze was the same, but as a man, Zhou Ze was tired and lazy, and looked more open.

There's no obsession that can't be solved by "one death". If it can't be done,

then die several times more, and you'll see it.

Wang Ke suggested playing poker. Zhou Ze didn't deny it. Bai Yingying didn't care about it. Lao Dao wanted to win the game, but two people couldn't play poker. They had to give up.

In the end, Wang Ke directly took out his patients' cases for research and started his work directly. He did not see how frightened he was.

Zhou Ze looked at his "elder brother" who grew up in the orphanage, as if he saw his former self.

Even before death, we want to have more and pursue more. We all enjoy the pleasure of work, the satisfaction of accumulating and hiding nuts like squirrels in their tree holes.

Tomorrow or not, we have to work.

Out of the window, there began to be light. Overnight, it passed like this. It was slow, but also fast. The zombie didn't come. No one knocked on the door or broke the window. Tonight, it was peaceful.

Zhou Ze specially waited for a while, until the morning, Zhou Ze was going to get up.

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

Wang Ke didn't ask Zhou Ze not to leave to protect himself. He lowered his head and continued to look at his case. When Zhou Ze left, he raised his head and stretched out a little wearily. He smiled at Zhou Ze:

"let's go after breakfast."

Lao Dao would like to nod his head, but he has to see Zhou Ze's face. Anyway, for Lao Dao, he is extremely satisfied with the food of the Wang family. It's delicate and delicate. He pursues taste buds mainly rather than just to fill his stomach.

"No, don't bother."

Zhou Ze took a distant attitude towards anything related to "eating" of the Wang family.

Wen Yan, Lao Dao was disappointed. In fact, he had a good taste yesterday. After eating so many messy things, he didn't have a tummy.

"Are the guests leaving?"

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

She was wearing a black pajama. Because of the presence of guests, she had 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 stands at zhouze, reaches out his hand and gently tugs at zhouze's arm. Zhouze looks at her with directions and sees a string of red marks on Wang Ke's wife's left leg and calf.

Like blood, from the depths of the dense jungle along the path of the stream winding down, flowing down the years of tossing traces.

, "dear, when I went to bed last night, I knocked over my bottle of nail polish, but I didn't notice it. When I woke up in the morning, I was scared to death when I saw the red color on the ground.

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

Wang Ke's wife came to Wang Ke and touched her chin. Her husband didn't sleep all night. She was a little distressed.

"You're too thin. I can't eat enough." Wang Ke replied with a smile, "go and make breakfast."

"No, sister-in-law."

Zhou Ze refused again.

"we're going 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 own bookstore.

This is the best Zhou Ze can do. He can't stay around Wang Ke 24 hours to protect him. Besides, it's Qingming Festival today. It's the time for his bookstore to have a good business.

Many new guests will come into the bookstore because of the Qingming Festival. This is a big business, similar to the peak season. Zhou Ze is not willing to miss it.

He declined the retention of Wang Ke and his wife. Zhou Ze and his wife walked out of the villa.

Just out, Zhou Ze stopped and looked back at the balcony.

Wang Ke's daughter should still be sleeping. Now it's the Qingming Festival holiday. She doesn't have to go to school.

Xiaoluoli should not have come back, or she can't come back at all. In fact, if xiaoluoli comes back, it's unnecessary to estimate Wang Ke's worry. That zombie really wants to come to Wang's house for revenge, and it's likely that there will be no return.

, "boss, is that really red nail polish?" The white warbler asked after Zhou Ze."It may be that menstruation is afraid of embarrassment, so I found an excuse."

“…………” White warbler.

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question. Looking at the white warbler, he said, "you should have stopped?"

“…………” White warbler.

What's more, where will zombies come from!

The three people came to the gate of the community. It was morning, so it was very busy here. Many stalls on the street had been opened.

No matter what malignant events happened recently, people's life will continue.

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

When Lao Dao passed by, the beggar reached out and grabbed the trousers of Lao Dao, and motioned to Lao Dao to give him some alms. After all, Lao Dao was dressed as a monk. It looked better to fool money.

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

Who knows that Lao Dao directly waved his sleeve and held the beggar's hand away, spat at the beggar at the same time, scolded:

"there are hands and feet, younger than the poor way, it's not good to do something, but to beg here, your ancestors' faces are all lost by you!"

In his age and identity, he is right to say these things.

When he was old, he had to broadcast live and serve ghosts. He was frugal at ordinary times, but Zhou Ze heard that Bai Yingying said that Lao Dao seemed to support several poor students in the mountains.

When the beggar heard the words, he was very angry. He stood up directly and heard a scream from him. Then he fell on the ground and kept on shaking his teeth and claws Cried out.

The direct meaning is that Lao Dao beat him, and the implication is that he would blackmail people.

Lao Dao was so angry to see this scene that he wanted to laugh. He really wanted to fight for this loafer.

Of course, people began to show up around. Everyone came here with a lively attitude, and no one spoke or appeared to the beggar.

Nowadays, everyone's sympathy has long been consumed by beggars and swindlers. It's human nature to sympathize with the weak. But nowadays, sometimes people who seem to be "weak" often turn around. Maybe they live better than those who sympathize with them.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He didn't want to delay any time for this kind of thing. He gave a look to the white warbler.

The warbler and the warbler came close to the crowd.

The beggar felt a sharp chill under him, jumped up and shouted:

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

He was able to speak, and there was laughter in the crowd. Although it was not clear, everyone thought it was interesting.

The beggar ran off in the dust.

The old way took a breath, sighed, and said, "some people deserve to be poor."

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

The three managed to have breakfast at the gate of the community. The white warbler was very considerate with sour plum juice. This time, Zhou zeduo ate more. He didn't eat a bite last night, and he really needed to eat to supplement 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 rickets 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 returned from shopping.

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

Lao Dao saw this scene and took the initiative to come forward and ask if he could help him.

The old man shook his head and said no.

Lao Dao said, "brother, it's OK. Do you live in this community? I'll take it back for you."

But the old man still insisted on smiling and shaking his head to show that he could do his own things. He could do it by himself and didn't need any help, even though his two fingers were really struggling to carry things.

The old man went on, he should live in the same community as Wang Ke.

The old Taoist priest took a long breath and said: "people are really different from each other. Young people with healthy limbs kneel on the ground to beg for nothing and eat for nothing.

But this disabled older brother, who is a turn older than me, is still maintaining his self-esteem and pride.

This morning's chicken soup is very enjoyable. I feel like this day is full of vitality and positive energy. "

Lao Dao is there to talk to himself and to satisfy himself. This is the case of everyone who has drunk chicken soup, as if his mind has been purified in an instant.

"He lost something." Said Zhou Ze.

"What, did you lose your wallet? Then I'll send it back quickly. He's a very old man, and it's really easy to forget things. His memory is not good, and it's not easy. "

The old way said while looking at Zhou Ze, then the whole person was stunned, his face showed a frightened expression;Zhou Ze was holding a middle finger knuckle, with blood stains at the end, and even a light heat rising on it, which was really fresh.

"You're right. When you get old, you have a bad memory.

Even if you lose your finger,

doesn't notice it. "