Late Night Bookstore

Vol 3 Chapter 700: The mentorship is deep!

　　 In the morning, Zhou Ze woke up and went downstairs to take a shower as usual, and then sat down on the window sofa that he was accustomed to.

　　Yingying brought coffee and handed over the ironed newspaper.

　　 At this time, Xu Qinglang also walked downstairs.

　　 "What do you want for breakfast?"

　　 "Come on, appetite is not very good."

　　 "Then there will be small ravioli."

"Ok."

　　 Xu Qinglang turned into the kitchen,

　　Zhou Ze picked up his coffee,

　　 took a sip,

　　 "snap",

　　Lifted the newspaper and threw it away,

　　 crisp ears, beautiful.

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

　　 Out of it is the dark clouds crushing the city,

　　 But inside,

　　 is still a small bridge running water family.

　　 is like living a good life and caring about the country's major events. Once the cowhide is blown through, in the world, you still have to go to the vegetable market to buy fresh and cheap dishes the next day.

　　 Yingying sat opposite Zhou Ze, holding a mobile phone in his hand, as if watching some video.

　　 There was a very depressing tune in the video, and Yingying laughed when she looked at it.

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

"looking at what?"

　　 "Magic, boss, I feel the audience below really cooperates."

　　 "Magic?"

　　 Yingying turned his phone screen to Zhou Ze and clicked to replay.

　　 The video is a familiar stage background, with a slightly greasy style. When the host's voice sounded, everything was too recognizable. Later, the host played a poignant household name.

　　 "This is, Spring Festival Evening?"

　　 "Spring Festival Evening?" Yingying was a little unknown.

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

　　 "Dear audience friends, next, our qigong masters are about to give their powers, please wait and see!"

　　 "Secluded, secluded..............."

　　 is a bit like the background music of Liao Zhai,

　　 gives a mysterious and mysterious feeling.

　　Slightly

　　 Master took a sip of water,

　　 sprayed in front of the red brick,

　　 The red brick split directly!

　　The audience below applauded warmly, and the host burst into wonder.

　　 waited for the master to step back a few steps,

　　 The camera captured the two toads that were stepped on by the master

　　 Two toads can still continue to crawl around,

　　The audience exclaimed again and applauded madly!

A subsequent program was a bit similar to "shrinking bones". Drilling the cage in and out, the metal frame of the cage may be flexible, but it needs to be vigorously knocked open. At first, several children wearing red scarves went up to test, and the results were all Can't get in.

　　After the two qigong masters entered, the speed was very fast, and they entered after a collision, and came out again after a collision.

　　With background music and the host’s amazing words,

　　 The scene was still very enthusiastic, and there was thunderous applause.

　　 From the perspective of modern people, this is nothing more than a very common trick, but in that year, it was able to enter the room and be called the master.

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

　　 "Well, in the beginning, magic was not magic, but qigong."

　　 "Qigong?"

　　 "Yes, Qigong, or it can be called a special function."

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

"um, yes."

　　 "The people at that time were so stupid."

　　Even Yingying from the Qing Dynasty did not believe this thing.

　　 "The person who believes is only a small part." Zhou Ze said.

　　 "What about most of them?"

　　 "Pretend to be blind there."

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

　　 Wontons are wrapped before. Make a soup base and put the small wontons in, it will be out of the pot soon.

　　 Two drops of sesame oil, a pinch of chopped green onion coriander, with a suitable 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 the spoon, and began to eat.

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

　　 "There is still no news." Xu Qinglang said with some concern.

　　 is clearly so close, but the insecurity caused by the enemy is indeed very tormenting. The most important thing is that this time, his master seems to understand the truth of tolerance more than last time.

　　 He hoped that his master would kill him directly as he did last time. Is it a blessing or a curse? But what does it mean to keep hanging like this?

　　 "I think it should not be the first thing to worry about now."

　　Zhou Ze bit a wonton down, took a sip of soup, took out a tissue, and wiped his mouth.

　　 "What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang asked.

　　Zhou Ze pointed to the third bowl next to it,

　　 The bowl of wonton was placed there quietly. Yingying did not eat it, and Xu Qinglang did not prepare it for Yingying.

　　 "Did you find that this morning, was it a bit deserted?"

　　 What about monkeys?

　　 How old?

　　 Where is the black chick?

　　 What about the white fox?

　　 There are a few ghosts across from the bookstore.

　　The group of guys who came over immediately like a starved ghost reborn,

　　 Today,

　　 Why is it so quiet?

　　 Xu Qinglang put down the spoon.

　　 "Yingying, take a look at the vegetable garden next door."

　　 "Okay, boss."

　　 "Then let me go up and see." Xu Qinglang walked up the stairs.

　　Slightly, Yingying came back first, and said with a heavy face: "Boss, there is no one in the vegetable garden, even the deadpool is gone."

　　 Xu Qinglang then walked down and said, "There is no one in the bedroom upstairs."

　　Half a night,

　　The staff in the bookstore disappeared so many at once.

　　 Boss Zhou would not think it was too cruel to squeeze employees, so these employees collectively abandoned themselves and ran away.

　　 However, after thinking about it,

　　Zhou Ze's fingers gently moved,

　　 "Om!"

　　 A gust of wind came quickly,

　　 In the blink of an eye,

　　 The sloth-like flower fox mink was lying on Zhou Ze's shoulder, and was rubbing his **** with one of his own claws.

　　It hurts~~

　　Zhou Ze smiled, reached out and flicked on the head of Huahu Min,

　　 "Your goods are still there."

　　 Xu Qinglang stood on the spot, looking somber.

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

　　 "How come I feel that I haven't grown at all. This was the case last time, and it was the same this time. It was only after the action of others that I realized it."

　　Remember that I was in the office of the Internet cafe last time,

　　 Yingying desperately wanted to alert herself.

　　 Fortunately, one thing that is comforting is that Yingying is now standing beside her side by side.

　　 From a more selfish point of view, other people, ah, ah, ah!

　　 As long as Yingying is okay, Zhou Ze will be able to withstand it, and will not feel that this day has collapsed.

　　Zhou Ze admits that this feels selfish, but what is the solution?

　　 A bowl of water is still difficult to control, not to mention the distance between people?

　　 "I think, maybe it's not that we didn't grow, but our growth rate, not faster than him." Xu Qinglang said.

　　 "This self-consolation gives you a hundred points."

　　Zhou Ze stood up, stretched his back, and continued:

　　 "Next, what the **** is he going to do?"

　　Neither Zhou Ze nor Lao Xu went to discuss what happened to those missing people.

　　 Are they still alive, are they dead?

　　Because discussing this now, it doesn't make much sense.

　　 "Boss, it's snowing outside again."

　　 Yingying pointed out the floor-to-ceiling window and said.

　　 It's snowing,

　　 is just sleet,

　　 And the rain seems not small.

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

　　 gives you the hope and illusion of snow, but it can often extinguish the idea of making a snowman.

　　 "He hasn't been our turn yet? Or, is it to keep a few of our key hatred objects alone and want to play something perverted?"

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

　　 Zhou Ze shrugged,

　　 Actually one thing he didn’t know is,

　　If it’s not because of the old way,

　　 leads to the meaning of **** and hears the process of severing,

　　 Perhaps Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang now have been "blinded".

　　…………

　　 a tricycle,

　　 was slowly pushed across the road,

　　 There are many scrolls on the tricycle,

　　The driver is an old man,

　　 He was not too close to the bookstore, and stopped under the street lamp by the road.

　　 Xu Qinglang's eyes fixed on him.

　　The driver bent down,

　　 took off his black cap,

　　 revealed the hairstyle of the regional support center,

　　 a slight meal,

　　 seems to be deliberately brewing emotions,

The expression on 　　's face gradually became warm from the indifference just now,

　　 with excitement,

　　 With joy,

　　 With kindness,

　　 is as rigid as pulling the skin off his face,

　　 Re-attached a new one with glue again.

　　 Then open your arms,

　　 tiptoe slightly raised,

　　 "Ah, ah, oh, oh, uh..."

　　 This is trying wheat.

　　 The wheat trial is over,

　　 The old man's expression was vivid, his voice spread his arms emotionally and shouted to Xu Qinglang who was standing at the door:

　　 "Tuer,

　　Master miss you! "

This scene,

　　 reminded Zhou Ze of the host in the video I watched earlier. The first sentence that comes every spring evening is: Dear audience friends, I want to die!

　　Is Xu Qinglang excited? Zhou Ze doesn't know~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xu Qinglang has tears in his eyes. Zhou Ze is standing behind him and can't see it.

　　 But what Zhou Ze can see is that

　　 Xu Qinglang took the initiative to the old man,

　　 has a fast pace,

　　 can see that Lao Xu can't wait.

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

　　Xu Qinglang fell into the arms of the old man,

　　 There is no "bang",

　　Master, I miss you so much, I punch you in the chest with a fist,

　　 Old Xu's way of expressing feelings is simpler and more rude,

　　He took out the bronze sword,

　　 poke directly into the chest of his master,