The stars at midnight were dim and bleak, and the heavy smoke and dust in the city slowly fell like a curtain, quieting the hustle and bustle of a day. The coldness in the evening breeze drives away the scorching heat and impetuousness of late summer, and also reflects the unknown loneliness. In addition to a few wild cats that haven't returned, there is a lonely figure on the rooftop, a star flare up and down.
"Hoo" for a long distance seems to be the end of this scene. At the end of the song, people are scattered, only some faint nicotine is floating in the wind.
Feng has a very handsome nickname. "Daijuncho" was copied from a third-rate martial arts novel by my brothers around him, but it is indeed appropriate. Feng's signature smiley face seems to be the nemesis of all difficulties. Nothing has gone wrong with the big and small things that the king is planning to do on his behalf. By the way, this master is still a dripping master. You never hear the three words "no problem" in his mouth. It is usually a non-salty or light "I will try", which will inevitably make the victim anxious. , But as long as the person who entrusted him to do things knows that "I will try" is the golden sign of this acting monarch. After dealing with countless troubles ranging from helping the neighbor’s grandmother to find a cat at home to being a middleman who caused the family of the miner who died tragically in the mine to shake hands with the black-hearted miner, the neighbors in the neighborhood, the green skin gangster, and the urban management traffic police screamed unanimously. He said "Brother Feng", but his tone was different.
"Brother Feng, I left you two kilograms of Jingbaili when I just arrived." Lao Luo, the fruit seller, was Feng's first fruit stand on the way to the bookstore. Lao Luo knew that Feng had rare seasonal fruits. There are new fruits in the shop, and I always want to keep Feng fresh. The friendship between Lao Luo and Feng was entirely due to Feng's words. Earlier, Lao Luo didn't have this fruit shop. He was still a hawker pushing a cart to buy fruits. He had poor legs and feet. When the city management came in, others ran fast. His pallet was tightly surrounded by a man with a big brimmed hat. Fortunately, the uncle city management still had to tow his car away. Old Luo was about to cry anxiously. A disabled person took a five-year-old child and another His wife who has been bedridden all the year round, the cart is his hope of life. By coincidence, Feng passed by, and when he couldn't understand it, he said, you dragged his car away, where to buy such a good Jingbai pear. It's also strange that when the city officials saw Feng, they left the cart and left without saying a word. This matter was later described by Lao Luo, and neighbors in the neighborhood thought Feng was the prince of which family. Feng smiled and didn't explain.
In fact, Feng was just the one who met that group of city management leaders picking grapes on the street a few days ago. Feng clearly remembered that he said that his old father liked rare fruits at the time.
"Thank you, Uncle Luo, I'll come back to get it at night." Feng's voice faintly came from the roar of the motorcycle as Juechen left.
"Boss, two Roujiamo." Feng parked the car in front of an inconspicuous Roujiamo shop. Although the store was not very old, it was very big. The owner of this store was Xi'an Laju Roujiamo Fan. Ji Chuanren's son-in-law, obviously the old man married the family handicraft together with his daughter.
"Brother Feng, you have to wait."
"Waiting for what?"
"Bai Ji Mo is still a bit hotter."
"Isn't there a ready-made one?" Feng saw a pile of branded white noodles in the foam box.
"Are you a layman, Fan Ji's authenticity always pays attention to meat and other buns, and must not wait for buns. Those are ordered earlier by the bank next to them. They have no patience." The boss has already handed over the paper bag." This thing cannot be packed in plastic bags, it has to be in paper bags."
"Yes." Feng finished eating in two bites before continuing to ride.
Feng's formal occupation is the owner of a bookstore, but the store is not small, and it is located opposite the city's key high school. The name of the bookstore is also somewhat literary, "Respect and Cherish the Calligraphy Paper". Other bookstores are afraid of bookworms that cannot be bought by the light. Feng is an exception. There are rows of benches in Feng's store, simple and bright iron bookshelves, and Bandari's. Pure music, sitting or standing readers, and a pretty cashier, Feng's girlfriend Lin. Others think that Maple is a child who reads books, and the benefits are difficult to guarantee. However, this smile and convenience has retained countless repeat customers. There are thousands of newspapers sold every day, not to mention magazines and books. What's more, Feng likes children.
Feng threw the key into the drawer of the cash register and drank a large jar of water, of course Lin dried it. "Slow down, slow down, and don't be afraid of choking." Lynn said half-jokingly while eating breakfast, "I said boss, when can you arrive even a minute earlier than me?"
"I said, Lin, when can you change breakfast? I have seen you with yogurt and biscuits every day for more than a year. Why am I here early? Why come early if you are here?" Feng said lazily as she sorted out Newly arrived books.
"I changed it, the brand new this week, here, three yuan yogurt and Oreo."
Feng almost threw a stack of Yilin down.
"Sister Lin is early."
"I came to buy books so early, are you buying boys and girls?" Lin joked with the high school girls who came early in the morning.
"Where, people are here to buy simulation questions, okay."
"It's three times higher, so don't buy a small age this month."
"It's a new age? Sister Lin, please bring me a copy."
"Who just said to buy simulation questions?"
"People relax occasionally."
Feng heard that the person who came to buy the book was a regular customer in the store, and he took a small book and walked over, "Ruoxuan, those guys haven't bothered you lately, right." Ruoxuan is a beautiful girl. There were a few boys pestering her after school, and Feng happened to see it.
"No, Uncle Feng, I sent them a good guy card, hehe."
Feng looked at Lin, and suddenly said, "She looks a lot like you before, and you gave me a good person card before."
"At that time, I now regret why I finally took the good guy card back."
"It's late, there are no regrets in the world, so why are you'Sister Lin', this is'Uncle Feng' to me, we were in the same year."
The bookstore owner Feng's life is very good, accompanied by beautiful women, there are a group of half-year-old children shouting "Uncle Feng", drinking tea, reading books and playing mobile phones, but Feng is not only the bookstore owner, Feng also has a prestigious nickname. Jun Chip.
As a representative Feng, he always meets strange and weird people, including an old man carrying a basket, students in school uniforms, well-dressed businessmen, police officers in uniforms, and even big men with tattoos. However, no matter who comes to find Feng, he will never meet Feng directly in the bookstore. That is Feng's rule, "The only people who come to the bookstore are scholars and customers." Those who want to find Feng to do things will give Fengfa to Fengfa well. Information, according to the priority of the matter, or by himself, or by whom he arranged to meet with the victim.
But today someone violated the rules, and an uninvited guest came to the store.
Feng has a pair of good eyes that know people, and it is these eyes that made his name. The visitor wore a light gray Nike sportswear and a pair of hiking shoes. He was about fifty-four or five years old, with partial long hair, a pale face, and a clean beard. Hands, wait, there are problems with his hands. Although at first glance they are a pair of pampered hands, the joints are much heavier and stronger than the average person. The most important thing is that after entering the store, this man took a book of ancient Chinese and looked at it for half an hour, but only turned five pages and looked at Feng no less than ten times. Feng felt a little uneasy. Everyone who asked him to do errands knew the rules. If he was looking for trouble, he didn't look the same, so he was here to observe him? However, he should have been surprised after the two eyes met just now. Why is he still sitting here peacefully now? Thousands of thoughts passed through Feng's mind, but the indifferent smile and smile on his face have not changed. After taking out the chewing gum from his pocket, he double-clicked the phone with his right hand and sent a compiled text message. Then chewing gum and walked straight over.
"You have been sitting here for a long time. I will pour you a cup of tea. The Qimen red from my friend the other day." Bringing my own tea set, a small clay pot with eight small tea cups on the tea tray. Feng didn't say much, pushing an empty cup in front of the person, holding the pot with both hands, making two false clicks, pouring the water seven minutes full, and then sitting on the side. A dark light flashed in the eyes of the visitor, without making a sound, he drank the tea in his cup. There is a name. Phoenix nodded to indicate the first time to get acquainted with each other. Seven points are false and seven points are true. Feng took four more tea cups and placed them in a five-to-five plum pattern, filling them one by one. The visitor smiled, picked up a cup in the lower right corner, and drank it and whispered softly: "The plum blossoms are on the table, the five tigers will be heroes, and the three surname Taoyuan has a number. I want to meet Changshan Zhao Zilong." Feng was startled. I thought it was just someone who came to make trouble and smashed the place, but who knew that someone was proficient in submarine language, could it be the old surname of Jianghu? Feng thought about asking the other party's identity with a few words of lip code, but before he could speak, the other party spoke first. "Daijunchou is indeed well-deserved, why don't we drink tea in another place?"
Now that the other party knew it, it would be too shameful if he didn't follow, so he told Lin, "I'll go out for a while." Then he left the door as he pleased. "The tea house is not far away, let's go there?" "So the best."
Feng was thinking about the intention of the person who came. Since he knew the tea ceremony, he was definitely not an ordinary person, but the other person seemed to avoid suspicion. He walked forward as if to win his trust. Although he was puzzled, he didn't panic. The text message sent just now was for Ryoko's, Ryoko and herself have a fateful friendship, and more importantly, Ryoko is a retired special soldier.
There are not many people in the tea house. Except for his own table, Ryoko was drinking tea alone at the top of the stairs, and there were two men in formal clothes at the table beside him. Feng couldn't help but secretly laugh. Although they tried to hide themselves, they still had their own identity. Their eyes were mysterious. People stay on for too long. Moreover, he probably guessed who the mysterious stranger was.