"Brother, let's go!"
Huang Dan, who was outside, responded and ran into someone who came to the small shop, another foreman, Wang Dongqiang.
Wang Dongqiang is in his 40s, with a fat body and oily face. He has a large black mole on the left side of his neck with two hairs on it. He walked in slowly across the threshold, picked his teeth with a toothpick, "A Hader door."
Huang Dan dialed on the floor under the glass cabinet, "Dad, is there any Hardman?"
Father Zhang said yes, and soon found a Hader door under the wooden shelf beside the bed and took it out, "Pharaoh, have you eaten?"
Wang Dongqiang turned his head and took a sip, spit out the scraps of food, "I've eaten it, but you haven't eaten yet?"
Father Zhang said not yet.
Wang Dongqiang moved the stool and sat down, chatted with Zhang's father one after another, and asked what the police station said when they came, whether they would investigate the case, and how long it would take to find out.
There was a hint of concern in his words, saying that there was a lot of tobacco and alcohol in his sister's small shop, and he also said that he was going to install surveillance in the next two days.
Huang Dan didn't leave, he sat on the chair and listened. The thieves who entered the small shop the night before did not take everything. He didn't steal cheap cigarettes like the Hadman Moon Rabbit, and the lost batch of cigarettes was more than 100 yuan.
His eyes swept across the face of the original owner's father, remembering that something was wrong when the other party was being questioned. Suppose he really lost other things besides cigarettes and cash, what would it be
When the people from the police station came to ask, Father Zhang didn’t say anything, and neither the original owner nor Mother Zhang knew about it, indicating that he planned to hide it from everyone.
Why hide it
Huang Dan was thinking about something when his arm was suddenly pulled, his eyelids twitched, and Zhang Yao's voice beside his ear, "Brother, what are you doing, I've called you several times."
Zhang Yao urged, "Come on, brother, if it's too late, I don't know when I'll be back."
Huang Dan said, "Okay."
There is no problem with Zhang's father in the small shop. He remembered something and shouted outside, "Buy a duck with sauce, if you have time, go kill another duck and ask the proprietress of the shop if she has any Duck blood for sale."
Zhang Yao walked back and said, "Dad, my brother and I have a lot of things to buy. Forget it, we'll buy it next time we go together."
Father Zhang waved his hand, "Okay, tell your brother to drive slowly on the road."
It had rained, but there was still not the slightest coolness in the air, and it was sticky on the face and drilled into the pores, which was a little disgusting.
Zhang Yao opened the window as soon as he got in the car, tilted his head, and entered a state of half-dead.
Huang Dan drove to the town, no one talked to him, he was a little sleepy, his eyelids were pressing down a little bit, "Xiao Yao, can I play music?"
Zhang Yao closed his eyes, "Open it."
Huang Dan went to play music and played Dao Lang's album. Father Zhang liked him.
Daolang's hoarse singing sounded in the car, "You are my lover, a woman like a rose, with your fiery lips, let me be..."
Huang Dan pressed and turned it off. He felt very noisy, so noisy.
Zhang Yao reacted and opened her eyes, "Brother, do you want to sleep?"
Huang Dan said, "A little bit."
Zhang Yao immediately sat up straight, she wiped her face, "I'll talk to you."
As a result, Zhang Yao vomited without saying a few words.
Huang Dan shook his head, "Just take a driver's license test, people who are motion sick won't get dizzy while driving."
Zhang Yao shook his head into a rattle, "Impossible, I'll never play in this life, I'd rather walk on two legs."
The brothers and sisters went to the town, went to the city again, bought some ducks, and came back sooner.
When it doesn’t rain, when the sky clears, the sun can’t help but run out to make a fortune, the ground will dry soon, and the workers are busy in the afternoon.
There are many people inside and outside the small shop, with their arms swaying, their jackets are either draped over their shoulders or pulled in their hands, and their feet are all wearing 3517 military shoes, which are affordable and sturdy.
Huang Dan scanned at random and found that Qi Feng and He Peng were at the corner. They didn't know what they were talking about. The muscles in their arms were tense, their faces were tense, and they didn't look very friendly to each other.
He stopped, looked around, took the mop against the wall and went there.
Qi Feng and He Peng were arguing about something when suddenly footsteps approached.
"Wash the mop."
Huang Dan turned on the faucet, "Yeah."
He Peng smiled harmlessly, "Let me tell you something, I went to a dog meat shop in town to eat hot pot at noon. Guess what I was thinking when I was eating?"
Huang Dan said, "I don't guess."
He Peng was stunned, "What did you say?"
There was a low laugh from behind, Qi Feng shook his shoulders, not happy, and jumped from his lips