Chapter 770

If the Taoist priest is crying for heaven and earth, Zhou Ze may kick him in the past.

But seeing the way Lao Dao is now, boss Zhou is really worried.

We should know that the old way's psychological endurance is very strong.

after 70 years of ups and downs,

actually came along with the new China.

how many ups and downs and how many hardships,

at last, they all broke out.

In the past, no matter what happened, Lao Dao always laughed. At least on the spiritual level, he has always been a benchmark, well, spiritual giant.

But now,

Lao Dao is holding the red sweater in a daze,

just squatting like that,

squatting,

squatting,

like a wood carving.

Zhou Ze walked over and squatted down in front of the Taoist priest. "What's the matter?"

Lao Dao raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze. He tried to focus his eyes, then smiled habitually,

"boss, you come here."

"Go, let's go back."

Zhou Ze then helped the old way.

I didn't ask what happened. In the past, everyone would make fun of it. But now, Lao Dao's like this, it's not the time to talk.

Black girl once summed up some of Zhou Ze's temperament,

thin cool, hard to give and trust others.

But they are very protective of the people they have identified.

At present,

don't say that Lao Dao doesn't seem to have committed anything.

even if he has committed something,

Zhou Ze will leave here without saying anything!

"Hello, make a record."

A policeman knocked on the table and said.

Zhou Ze ignored and led the old way out directly.

The policeman shook his head and said nothing more.

When he got on the bus,

Zhou Ze started the car,

the old road in the co driver's position suddenly turned around and looked at Zhou Ze, saying:

"boss, go to Dongmen street."

Lao Dao is still holding the red sweater in his hand. He doesn't want to loosen it at all.

"OK."

Zhou Ze nodded. Instead of returning to the study, he drove to Dongmen street.

There is a RT Mart in Dongmen street, but go around RT mart and open a section in it. It's a small vegetable market. There's a small street.

On the street, there are several foot therapy shops and hair salons.

Without waiting for the old way to guide him, Zhou Ze slowly drove in and watched the situation of the old way.

Lao Dao's eyes fixed on a small shop called Qinzu garden.

Zhou Ze stopped the car.

The old Taoist pushed the door open, walked down and took a deep breath.

Although it's hard for boss Zhou to understand, when he comes to find a big sister, he needs such a heavy face?

General men should not go to this kind of place with "this is the feeling of flying"?

The old road sighed, crossed the road, and walked to the other side. Zhou Ze followed him. At this time, the old road's mental state made Zhou Ze a little uncertain.

Push open the door of the store,

there is a middle-aged woman sitting there watching TV. Seeing the guests, she quickly gets up and says:

"I'm sorry, I'm alone in the store today, we only do the regular ones now."

The meaning of this sentence is that

we used to be able to do something informal. The other meaning is that you can do something informal if you add money.

"Big sister, I'm here to see. I'm Fang Xinger's friend."

After hearing the words "Fang Xing", the middle-aged woman's face changed for a while and said:

"ha ha, OK, it's OK, you see, I'm from the next store, and the owner's wife is still in the Bureau. She asked me to come to see a store."

Lao Dao nodded, "thank you."

"You're welcome. It's better to have a sincere friend outside than anything else."

The middle-aged woman looked at the Taoist priest and sighed. Then her eyes fell on Zhou Ze, who was following the Taoist priest. She said:

"little brother, do you wash your feet?"

Zhou Ze shook his head.

In terms of his private life, he was basically surrounded by Yingying. After getting used to Yingying's gentleness, consideration and professional skills, there was no attraction outside.

What's more,

this place is the only place that old men like to visit.

it doesn't match with boss Zhou's taste.

"OK."

The middle-aged woman took two disposable cups, put some tea, poured water and handed it to Zhou Ze and Lao Dao.

"Thank you.""You are welcome."

The middle-aged woman continued to sit on the sofa and watch TV.

There is a narrow staircase in the old road, which is very narrow at the beginning. When it comes to the corner, it is much more spacious. When it comes to the top, the layout of the second floor is much more relaxed, with six or seven separate small rooms.

If you just press your feet, you can't use so many small rooms in general. Don't you all press your feet? Just put a large row of side-by-side chairs there.

Plus the pink background here, with their own independent small space, men with a little experience in life can guess the scale here.

"I said, where is the apricot?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Lao Dao didn't make a sound, just turned around and gave Zhou Ze a wry smile.

"Man, dead?"

Zhou Ze asked.

Lao Dao closed his eyes and took a long breath.

It's no wonder I'm a good-looking man.

The old way opened the door of a small room, and the pattern in the door was very small, too.

just a half meter wide small bed with a bedside table, wet towel and tissue paper on the top, and a small hanging basket on the top, with colorful Smurfs.

The old Taoist sat down on the small bed, put the half knitted red sweater on the bed, gathered his hands together, and lowered his head.

Boss Zhou frowned slightly. Is this to see things and think about people?

"Boss, have you ever met any women here?"

Zhou Ze is hard to answer.

"Oh, look what I asked."

The Taoist priest laughed at himself.

"In fact, I really like it here, because it's real. As long as you give money, you can be honest with me."

Zhou Ze stood by, lit a cigarette and listened in silence.

"What's the first sentence?" he said The old man asked, "Oh, no answer, that's what it means."

"But how can I say it? Actually, it's all the same. I seldom come to find Fang apricot. I've come many times. It's not good to disturb people's lives.

She usually has no business. When she's free, she sends me a wechat to ask if I'm free.

Fang Xing's son just went to university. After she was laid off, she earned his son's tuition by doing this. Her husband likes to play with money and doesn't do things seriously. He has no money.

She supports all the family's living expenses.

In fact, it's fast to make money, but it's also tired. It's really tired.

Moreover, seriously, she can't make a lot of money. She's old, and the club doesn't want her. Here, it's the price of fast food, and it has to be halved with the boss.

It's really not much to share a guest after a hard time.

But it's a little more than just getting into work.

By doing this, she provided her son with a college graduation and a down payment.

She told me at the beginning that as long as her son graduated from college, he could go home and plant and rest. It was too tired.

Now, her son is going to get married, so she has to go on, buy a house for her child, help pay off the loan and relieve the pressure on her child.

Sometimes when she is not busy, she will send me wechat, and I will come here and chat.

She said to me, brother, it's too cold for you to wear only a Taoist robe in winter. Knit a sweater for you. Anyway, there are not many guests in winter.

This day, the thief is cold. It's so cold that even the work will wither. "

"I said it."

"She will knit for me. When a guest comes, she will put down the sweater and finish the work. She will sit on this bed and continue to knit for me."

"My relationship with her is pure money. I give money every time I come here, and I don't think of anything that can be avoided.

I don't do such a thing. After all, it's not easy for everyone to come out and earn money. "

Zhou Ze rubbed his eyebrows and his heart, but he had no choice but to interrupt the old man's self-talk and asked:

"has something happened to her?"

The Taoist priest was silent,

put his hands on his face,

was in some pain,

said:

"she told me last evening that the sweater would be finished in a few days, let me go, give it to me, I said.

She lives in a nearby rental house, not in a shop, not in a shop, and inconvenient.

She shared the house with several fellow villagers and had sisters in the business.

Yesterday,

because she came to my aunt,

so she didn't go to work,

just sent me a wechat at home, one by one, while knitting a sweater for me.

She told me about her son, her son's house, and what kind of wife she wanted to give her son.

Said a lot,She knows I like to listen to this, and she doesn't dislike it.

Ha ha,

I met some old ghosts in the bookstore,

I also like to chat with them.

Then,

she heard the cry of the child coming from the next door of her house,

there was a little couple who came to work next door, but they had no children.

She went to see it and found that the child was well dressed. This child, he was abducted.

She grabs the child, shouts, shouts, shouts!

The couple beat her, kicked her, and she held the baby.

Then the man,

picked up the kitchen knife... "

The old Taoist reached out and made a comparison,

"that kind of narrow mouth kitchen knife stabbed straight down, Fang Xing still didn't give up, blood, blood, blood..."

The couple slipped away in fear, and now the police are still catching them.

The child stayed,

was found,

Fang Xing died,

she died. "

When Zhou Ze heard this, he took a deep breath and smoked heavily.

I also wanted to say that lawyer an asked you to marry him.

"Fang Xing told me that she knew that the money would come quickly, which would cut off the possibility of her doing other things to change her career.

But she's a rotten girl, and she's old. If she can squeeze more times, she'll squeeze more times.

I thought that I would see Fang Xing again tonight in the library;

but I just saw her body at the police station,

she confirmed that her child was snatched down before swallowing,

she walked peacefully, really peacefully,

this kind of person is not used to transfer in the library.

I can't see her last face,

. "

The old Taoist reached out and grabbed the half knitted sweater,

the red one,

the red one,

it was like blood