Late Night Bookstore

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

People who were scared when they were young tended to have a greater attachment to money when they grew up, and they longed for a sense of security brought about by the accumulation of money.

Moreover, it is difficult for people born in a normal family to understand the psychology of getting out of an orphanage. What they lack is not just about "money security".

Zhou Ze used to be the same, but the Second World was a man. Zhou Ze was much lazy and looked more open.

There is no obsession that cannot be solved by "Dead Once",

if not,

Then die a few more times,

You just looked away.

Wang Ke proposed to play poker, Zhou Ze was undecided, Bai Yingying dismissed it, the old-fashioned people wanted to play but the two of them could not play poker, they could only give up.

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

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

Even before death, I want to have more and pursue more. Everyone enjoys the thrill of work, the satisfaction of accumulating and resembling squirrels hiding nuts in their own trees.

Regardless of whether there is tomorrow or not, you 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 did not come, no one knocked on the door, and no one broke the window. Tonight, it was very peaceful.

Zhou Ze specifically waited for a while, until it was in the morning before Zhou Ze planned to get up.

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

Wang Ke asked Zhou Ze not to leave to keep protecting himself. He lowered his head and continued to look at his case. When Zhou Ze resigned, he raised his head and stretched his waist slightly tired, yes Zhou Ze smiled:

"After breakfast, let's go."

Lao Dao wanted to nod, but he had to look at Zhou Ze's face. Anyway, for Lao Dao, he was very satisfied with the Wang family's food, fine and exquisite. He pursued taste bud enjoyment instead of simply filling his stomach.

"No, no trouble."

Zhou Ze takes a respectful attitude towards anything related to "eating" of the Wang family.

Hearing the word, the old man was a little disappointed. In fact, he had a good mouthful yesterday. He had eaten so many messy things, but he didn't even have a stomach.

"Is the guest leaving?"

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

She was wearing a black pajamas. Because of the presence of guests, she put on an extra white coat, but her good posture can still be seen.

Feminine, melody, and femininity flow out of charm.

Bai Yingying stood and stretched Zhou Ze's hand, gently pulling Zhou Ze's arm. Zhou Ze pointed and looked over and saw a series of red marks on Wang Ke's wife's left leg and calf.

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

"My dear, I actually knocked over my bottle of red nail polish when I went to bed last night but I haven't noticed. When I woke up in the morning, I was scared and almost fainted when I saw the pool of red on the ground.

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

Wang Ke's wife walked in front of Wang Ke and stroked Wang Ke's jaw. Her husband was awake all night, and she felt a little bit distressed.

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

"No, sister-in-law."

Zhou Ze refused again,

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

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

This is the greatest degree that Zhou Ze can do. He cannot stay by Wang Ke for 24 hours to protect him. Moreover, this is the Qingming Festival, which is when his bookstore is "good business."

Many new guests will flood into the bookstore because of the arrival of the Ching Ming Festival. This is a big business. Similar to the peak season, Zhou Ze is not willing to miss it.

Rejecting the retention of Wang Ke and his wife, Zhou Ze and the three walked out of the 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 the Ching Ming Festival holiday, she doesn't have to go to school.

Little Loli shouldn’t have returned yet, or she couldn’t come back at all. In fact, if Little Loli came back, it is estimated that Wang Ke’s worries were unnecessary. The zombie really wanted to come to the Wang family for revenge. Go without return.

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

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

"........." Baiyingying.

Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question, looked at Bai Yingying and said, "Should you stop?"

"........." Baiyingying.

This is so embarrassing to answer, and where do zombies come from?

The three of them walked to the door of the community, because it was morning, so it was quite lively, and many stalls on the street had already opened.

Regardless of whether there have been any vicious events recently, people's lives must continue.

A middle-aged man with sound limbs sat down on his knees with a bowl in his hand and was begging there. It looked a little pitiful, his body was dirty, and his mouth kept "ahhhhh" like a dumb .

When Lao Dao passed, the beggar reached out and grabbed Lao Dao's trousers, instructing Lao Dao to give a little to him. Lao Dao, after all, was a monk's dress, and it seemed better to fool the money.

Beggar is also a profession that requires a lot of experience, and also knows how to distinguish and focus on choosing its own customer base.

Who knows that the old man waved his sleeve directly, held the beggar away from his hand, and took a sip at the beggar and scolded:

"You have hands and feet, you are younger than the poor, you don't do anything well, but you are begging here, your family's ancestors' faces have been wiped away by you!"

With these ages and identities, it's right to say these things.

He is very old, he has to start live broadcasting, and he still has to serve ghosts. He is usually frugal, but Zhou Ze heard Bai Yingying said that the old man seems to have helped a few poor students in the mountains.

When the beggar heard the words, he was quite annoyed. He stood up directly, only to hear him scream, and then fell to the ground, spreading his teeth and claws, "Ahhhhh!" shouted.

Directly means that the old man beat him, the implication is that he wants to lie to others.

When the old man saw this scene, he was so angry that he wanted to really go up and punch a few punches.

Of course, onlookers began to appear all around. Everyone came with a lively attitude, and no one spoke to or came forward to this beggar.

This year, everyone’s sympathy has long been consumed by beggars and scammers. Sympathy for the weak is human nature, but in this year, sometimes people who seem to be “weak” often reversal, maybe his day Live better than those who sympathize with him.

Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He was unwilling to delay time for this kind of thing, and gave a wink to Baiyingying.

Bai Yingying understood, and approached the crowd.

The beggar only felt that a bit of chill hit him, and immediately jumped up and shouted:

"Cold to death, cold to death!"

He was able to speak, and laughter came immediately from the crowd. Although it was unknown, everyone found it interesting.

The beggar ran away in vain.

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

Zhou Ze smiled, not saying that he had seen the mobile phone in the beggar's pocket before being Apple X.

The three of them happily ate breakfast at the entrance of the community. Baiyingying took the plum juice very intimately. This time Zhou Ze ate more. He didn't eat a bite last night. He really needs to eat to replenish energy.

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

At this moment, an old man with white hair and a ricket back walked in front of the three people. The old man carried a bag on his left and a plastic bag on his right, as if he had just returned from shopping.

It is noticeable that the old man's handbag has only **** on the left hand, which is a genuine disabled person.

The old man saw this scene and took the initiative to step forward and asked if he needed any help.

The old man shook his head to signal that it was not needed.

As the old saying goes, "Brother, it's okay, you live in this community, I'll help you carry it back."

But the old man still smiled and shook his head to show that he could. His own business could be done by himself, and he didn't need to help, even if his **** did not seem to work.

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

The old master breathed a sigh of relief and said: "People and people are really different. Young people with sound limbs kneel on the ground and want to beg for nothing but to eat for nothing.

But this older brother, who is one year older than me, still maintains his self-esteem and pride.

When it came time, UU read the book www.uukanshu.com this morning, the chicken soup, enjoyable. I feel this day is a day full of vitality and full of positive energy. "

It's true that self-talk and self-satisfaction are there. This is a situation common to everyone who drank chicken soup, as if his own soul was purified in an instant.

"He's lost something," Zhou Ze reminded.

"Why, did the wallet drop? Then I hurried to send it back to him, a man of his age, and it is indeed easy to forget things, and the memory will not be good, nor easy."

As the old man said, he looked at Zhou Ze, and then the whole person was shocked, with a frightened expression on his face;

I saw that Zhou Ze was holding a **** knuckle, with blood stains on the end, and even a faint heat rising above it, which was really fresh.

"You are right, people are old and their memory is not good.

I even lost my finger,

Not even aware of it. "