Wang Ke's life is boring and dull. He is a workaholic who strives for his life all the time and climbs up at all costs.
People who are afraid of poverty in their childhood often have a greater obsession with money when they grow up. They desire the sense of security that comes with accumulating money.
Moreover, it is difficult for people born in normal families to understand the psychology of children who have walked out of orphanages. What they lack is not just the "sense of financial security".
Zhou Ze was the same before, but as a second-generation person, he became much lazier and more open-minded.
There is no obsession that cannot be solved by dying once.
If not,
Then die a few more times.
You will let it go.
Wang Ke suggested playing poker, Zhou Ze did not comment, Bai Yingying looked down on them, the Taoist priest wanted to support them but the two of them just couldn't get into playing poker, so they had to give up.
In the end, Wang Ke directly took out his patient's case records for research and started working directly. No one could tell how terrified he was.
Zhou Ze looked at his "brother" who grew up with him in the orphanage, and it was as if he saw his former self.
Even before death, people want to have more and pursue more. Everyone enjoys the pleasure brought by work, the satisfaction of accumulation and similar to that of a squirrel hiding nuts in its tree hole.
Whether there is a tomorrow or not, we have to work.
Outside the window, light began to appear. A night passed just like that, a little slowly but also a little quickly. The zombie didn't come, no one knocked on the door, and no one broke the window. Tonight was very peaceful.
Zhou Ze deliberately waited for a while, and it was not until the morning that Zhou Ze decided to get up.
"That's it for today. I'm going back."
Wang Ke did not shamelessly beg Zhou Ze not to leave and continue to protect him. He lowered his head and continued to look at his medical records. When Zhou Ze said goodbye, he raised his head, stretched a little tiredly, and smiled at Zhou Ze:
"Have breakfast before you go."
The old Taoist really wanted to nod, but he had to see Zhou Ze's expression. Anyway, for the old Taoist, he was extremely satisfied with the Wang family's food. It was delicate and exquisite, and the pursuit of taste enjoyment was the main purpose rather than simply filling the stomach.
"No, don't bother."
Zhou Ze kept his distance from anything related to "eating" in the Wang family.
Hearing this, the old Taoist was a little disappointed. In fact, he had a good meal yesterday. He ate so many different things but didn't even get an upset stomach.
"Is the guest leaving?"
At this time, Wang Ke's wife came down the stairs.
She was wearing a black pajamas, and because there were guests present, she put on an extra white coat, but her beautiful figure could still be seen.
The young, beautiful, and charming woman is charming and exudes charm.
Bai Yingying stood in front of Zhou Ze and stretched out her hand, gently tugging at his arm. Zhou Ze looked in the direction she was pointing and saw the string of red marks on the left calf of Wang Ke's wife.
Like blood, it meanders down the stream path from the depths of the dense jungle, leaving behind traces of years of turmoil.
"Honey, I actually knocked over my bottle of red nail polish when I was sleeping last night without noticing it. When I woke up in the morning, I saw the puddle of red on the floor, and I was so scared that I almost fainted.
I saw a horror movie a while ago, and you know what, I thought you were going to eat me in my sleep like the hero in the movie."
Wang Ke's wife walked up to him and stroked his jaw. She felt distressed that her husband had not slept all night.
"You're too thin. I can't eat enough." Wang Ke responded with a smile, "Go make breakfast."
"No need, sister-in-law."
Zhou Ze refused again.
"We're leaving first. If you have anything to do, you can come to my bookstore to find me. By the way, my bookstore has moved to South Street, not far from here."
What Zhou Ze meant was that if someone really had a premonition that something was wrong, they could take refuge in his bookstore.
This was the best Zhou Ze could do. It was impossible for him to stay by Wang Ke's side 24 hours a day and protect him. Besides, today was Qingming Festival, which was the time when his bookstore was doing "good business".
Many new customers will flock to the bookstore because of the coming Qingming Festival. This is a big business, similar to the peak season, and Zhou Ze is unwilling to miss it.
After declining the invitation of Wang Ke and his wife, Zhou Ze and the other two walked out of the Wang family villa.
As soon as he walked out, Zhou Ze stopped and looked back at the balcony.
Wang Ke's daughter should still be sleeping. It's the Qingming Festival holiday and she doesn't have to go to school.
The little Lolita probably hasn't come back yet, or she won't be back at all. In fact, if the little Lolita has come back, Wang Ke's worries would probably be unnecessary. If the zombie really wants to come to the Wang family for revenge, it is likely that it will never come back.
"Boss, um, is it really red nail polish?" Bai Yingying asked behind Zhou Ze.
"It could be that she was afraid of being embarrassed about her period so she made up an excuse."
“… …”Bai Yingying.
Zhou Ze suddenly thought of a question, looked at Bai Yingying, and said, "You should have stopped, right?"
“… …”Bai Yingying.
How can I answer this question? Besides, zombies don’t come up with anything like that!
The three of them walked to the gate of the community. Since it was morning, it was quite lively here and many stalls on the street had already opened.
No matter whether any vicious incidents have happened recently, people's lives must go on.
A middle-aged man with all four limbs intact was kneeling on the ground, holding a bowl in his hand, begging there. He looked rather pitiful, his body was dirty, and he kept making “ah ah” sounds from his mouth, like a mute.
When the Taoist priest passed by, the beggar reached out and grabbed the Taoist priest's trouser leg, motioning for the Taoist priest to give him some alms. After all, the Taoist priest was dressed like a monk, so it seemed easier for him to get money.
Begging is also a profession that requires rich experience, and the ability to distinguish and focus on selecting one's own customer base.
Who would have thought that the old Taoist would just wave his sleeves and push away the beggar's hand that was grabbing him, and at the same time he spat at the beggar and cursed:
"You have hands and feet, and you are younger than me. Why don't you do something else? Why do you choose to beg here? You have completely disgraced your ancestors!"
Considering his age and status, what he said is absolutely correct.
He is old, but he still has to do live broadcasts and serve ghosts. He is usually very frugal, but Zhou Ze heard from Bai Yingying that the old Taoist priest seems to have sponsored several poor students in the mountainous area.
The beggar was so angry when he heard that that he stood up immediately. Then he let out a scream and fell to the ground, waving his arms and shouting "Ahhh!"
The direct meaning is that the Taoist priest beat him, and the implication is that he wants to blackmail people.
When the old Taoist saw this scene, he was so angry that he almost laughed, and he wanted to really go up and give this scoundrel a few punches.
Of course, more and more people started to gather around, all of them just to watch the fun, and no one spoke for the beggar or stood up for him.
Nowadays, everyone's sympathy has been almost exhausted by beggars and swindlers. It is human nature to sympathize with the weak, but these days, sometimes people who seem to be "weak" often turn things around, and may live a better life than those who sympathize with them.
Zhou Ze frowned slightly. He didn't want to waste any time on such things, so he winked at Bai Yingying.
Bai Yingying understood and moved closer to the crowd.
The beggar felt a piercing chill coming from beneath his body, and immediately jumped up and shouted:
"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"
He was able to speak, and immediately there was laughter from the crowd. Although no one knew why, everyone found it funny.
The beggar ran away in shame.
The old Taoist sniffed, sighed, and said, "Some people deserve to be poor."
Zhou Ze smiled but didn't say that the phone he saw in the beggar's pocket was an iPhone X.
The three of them got together and had breakfast at the entrance of the community. Bai Yingying was considerate enough to bring some sour plum juice. Zhou Ze ate a little more this time. He didn't eat a single bite for supper last night, so he really needed to eat something to replenish his energy.
After dinner, Bai Yingying prepared to take a taxi back to the bookstore.
Just then, an old man with white hair and a hunched back walked past the three people. The old man was holding a bag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right hand, as if he had just come back from buying groceries.
What is noteworthy is that the old man has only two fingers on his left hand when carrying the bag. He is a real disabled person.
The old Taoist saw this and took the initiative to step forward and ask if he needed help.
The old man shook his head to indicate that it was not necessary.
The Taoist priest said, "Brother, it's okay. You live in this neighborhood, right? I'll help you carry it back."
But the old man still insisted with a smile and shook his head to indicate that he could do it himself and did not need help, even though it did look very strenuous for him to lift the things with his two fingers.
The old man walked forward. He should live in the same community as Wang Ke.
The old Taoist priest breathed a sigh of relief and said, "People are indeed different. A young man with healthy limbs kneels on the ground and begs for food without any effort.
But this disabled brother, who is a generation older than me, still maintains his self-esteem and pride.
When the sky turns white, the chicken soup this morning is so satisfying. I feel like this is another day full of energy and vitality.”
The old Taoist was talking to himself and feeling self-satisfied. This is the situation that everyone who drinks chicken soup experiences, as if their soul has been purified in an instant.
"He dropped his things." Zhou Ze reminded.
"What, did you lose your wallet? I'll quickly return it to him. He's old, and it's easy for him to forget things. His memory is not good either. It's not easy."
As the old Taoist said this, he looked at Zhou Ze, then he was stunned, with a look of horror on his face;
I saw that what Zhou Ze was holding in his hand was a middle finger knuckle, with blood stains on the end, and even a faint heat rising from it, it was really fresh.
“You’re right, when people get old, their memory becomes worse.
Even the finger fell off,
I didn’t even notice it.”