Boss Zhou didn't know that just now,
He almost faced the water meter check from hell;
The woman in high heels walked around South Street.
She even stopped at the door of the bookstore, but only for a moment, and then she left;
Her appearance and her departure,
It was like dropping a drop of water into the ocean, and then taking a drop of water out of the ocean, without attracting anyone's attention.
include,
Boss Zhou slept till dawn holding Yingying in his arms.
wake up,
Another pleasant and relaxing day.
Xu Qinglang's breakfast today was porridge, vegetable porridge, which was delicious and not greasy, accompanied by side dishes such as "dried radish", "shredded ginger" and "sour beans".
The meal was very enjoyable.
After dinner,
Zhou Ze did not sit in his favorite seat to start his new day in his usual way.
Instead, he went next door.
The main door next door has been closed, the real kind of closed, the kind that is completely covered with cement. At the same time, Deadpool and Black Girl basically sleep next door.
Except for going back to the bookstore to eat at mealtime, the black girl is usually too lazy to come here to kill time.
She really loves farming, and nothing makes her happier than tending her own vegetable garden.
Zhou Ze went in to take a look and saw the black girl sitting there sharpening tools. They were all small tools of strange shapes. In her words, taking care of red spider lilies is a delicate job that cannot tolerate any carelessness. It is completely different from growing rice outside, and the tools must also be refined.
Our slaves have this kind of work attitude and enthusiasm,
Boss Zhou, a slave owner, was very pleased.
Then,
Zhou Ze saw Deadpool,
Deadpool was buried in a pit, naked with only his head exposed.
Some people like to do this on the beach, but this is mud.
The black chick took a kettle, walked over to Deadpool, and poured some water on the dirt around Deadpool;
Then he clapped his hands and went back to sharpening his tools.
"What does this mean?"
Zhou Ze pointed at Deadpool and asked.
“Hehehe…”
Deadpool was still grinning at Zhou Ze.
"Don't worry, I won't plant him without your consent. He wasn't well nurtured before. Now I'll plant him for a while every day to supplement his nutrition."
"Nutrition?"
"Yes, it comes from the soil, from the nutrients of Mother Earth."
The black girl said it as a matter of course.
And there was an undisguised impatience in his eyes.
It's like watching a funny guy who doesn't know the difference between grains teaching Yuan Longping how to farm.
Zhou Ze shook his head. He didn't understand, but he didn't intervene. He let professionals do their professional things.
Walking back to the bookstore, Zhou Ze saw a familiar figure sitting in the bookstore.
Boss Zhou subconsciously lowered his gaze.
Looking at the other person's legs under the coffee table,
well,
Psychological sigh;
A pair of light blue slim jeans.
Wearing a white shirt and a jacket, with his hair down, Dr. Lin, who is not very old, exudes a youthful and innocent aura.
certainly,
The slender and plump legs tightly wrapped in jeans and the round part sitting on the sofa,
Really attractive.
"Boss, Yingying isn't here. I saw her coming, so I asked Houza to take Yingying upstairs to play games."
The old Taoist priest came close to Zhou Ze and whispered,
It seems like he is helping an old slave to pimp for his young master without telling the young mistress.
Xu Qinglang came out with two cups of milk tea. The milk tea in the bookstore is different from the milk tea outside. The milk tea outside may be made from homemade tea powder, which actually has a very low cost.
This won’t happen in a bookstore, because there are very few customers in the bookstore, and customers who order milk tea are even better, so most of the ingredients are eaten by themselves. If they can’t cheat the customers, they can’t cheat themselves, right
Put down two cups of milk tea,
Xu Qinglang looked at Dr. Lin with a smile.
road:
"Your skin has been a little worse lately."
Xu Qinglang knew Dr. Lin, so it was not surprising that they met and chatted for a while.
"Maybe I'm too tired lately."
Dr. Lin was not angry.
"Well, take care of yourself."
"Can you teach me some maintenance secrets?"
"Okay, we'll talk next time we have a chance."
Saying,
Xu Qinglang was about to leave with the tray because he saw Zhou Ze coming over.
However, he paused and said:
“For example, today, the weather is cool, so I’m not wearing stockings, which is good;
Women, you have to learn to love yourself. "
“… …” Zhou Ze.
Boss Zhou heard it!
"You guys chat."
Xu Qinglang bowed slightly and left like a waiter.
Don't say,
Ever since Lao Xu swallowed a portion of Poseidon last time, he not only seems to be getting closer to being a great chef in terms of cooking, but he also seems to have an indescribable temperament in his daily life.
Doctor Lin stood up, looked at Zhou Ze, and extended his hand to him openly.
It was a little too formal for people to be used to. Zhou Ze did not extend his hand to shake it, but said:
"I just went to the fields and checked. I didn't wash my hands."
Doctor Lin nodded and smiled, "I came to thank you for the last surgery."
Others may not know, but Dr. Lin knew that Zhou Ze’s strange behavior in the operating room that day must have had a deeper meaning.
"It's okay. You're welcome."
"Then I'm leaving."
Dr. Lin picked up her bag, pushed open the door of the bookstore, got into her Cadillac and left.
Just to say thank you.
There is no other intention.
"You're leaving now?"
The old Taoist put his head close to Zhou Ze and asked in a somewhat curious tone.
"Um."
"I won't even invite you to dinner?" the old Taoist asked again.
"If we can't support each other, it's better to forget each other."
Zhou Ze knew clearly that the last time he helped Dr. Lin's father with surgery, it actually did not advance their relationship, but instead made them further apart.
For Dr. Lin, she didn't want to keep lying next to Zhou Ze and ask for anything.
The old Taoist sighed, "Dr. Lin is actually quite particular about what he does."
"Um."
"Boss, would you like to take a look at the flyers that were delivered today?"
Saying,
The old Taoist handed over a brochure.
A new wax museum has opened on the back streets of South Street, near Central Park, behind the old Christ Church.
Although there is only a difference between the front street and the back street, the back street is generally sparsely populated and few people go there for shopping. Therefore, it is considered a quiet place in the bustling city.
It is common sense to invite neighbors to come and see the business when it opens.
"No."
"Why pinch it? I think it's pretty good."
“Those who have been to hell don’t believe in heaven.”
"oh."
The old Taoist nodded.
I wondered what happened to my boss today.
Become a poet.
At this time, Zhou Ze saw the little boy sitting at the bar with his homework book, doing his homework seriously.
"Hey, is the homework interesting?"
A monster that is hundreds of years old is doing a primary school student's homework seriously.
Zhou Ze teased.
"She used to sit here and do her homework."
Zhou Ze took a deep breath.
I really want to punch this guy on the head.
"Um?"
Suddenly,
The little boy stood up.
Staring straight out the door.
Zhou Ze turned around and saw Wang Ke standing at the door and the little Lolita beside Wang Ke.
Wang Ke opened the door and walked in. "My friend opened a wax museum nearby. It opened today. I'm going to send a flower basket."
"Oh, go ahead then."
At this time,
The little boy reached out and gently tugged at Zhou Ze's clothes.
roll!
I'm not going!
Zhou Ze glared at him.
The little boy sat back at the bar silently and continued doing his homework.
"Then I'll go first."
Wang Ke just stopped by to say hello and parked his car in front of the bookstore. Seeing that Zhou Ze didn't plan to go, he took the little girl's hand and left.
Boss Zhou was just about to call Yingying down to make him a cup of coffee when the sun came out and he had to go out to bask in the sun.
Turn your head sideways.
But he found Lawyer An standing behind him with a melancholy look on his face.
"Forehead… … "
"Boss, you have to go."
Saying,
Lawyer An pointed at himself.
He then pointed at the little zombie who was sitting at the bar and doing his homework seriously.
"hehe."
"I have worked hard for the library. Yesterday, Lao Zhang and I spent half the night grinding tofu.
Am I easy? "
"Then… "
"And then, can you bear to let me sleep poorly?"
Lawyer An stared at Zhou Ze.
The meaning is very simple,
I no longer work hard, trouble you, or urge you to make progress.
I tried my best to help other people in the bookstore improve.
You don't even want me to sleep
After hesitating for a while, Zhou Ze finally softened his heart and nodded.
"Okay, I'll go up and get a phone."
Lawyer An smiled with satisfaction.
After walking upstairs, before he opened the bedroom door, Zhou Ze heard the sound of the game coming from inside:
"Hey, No. 1 and No. 2, can you talk?"
“Oh my!”
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”
“… … ”.
Pushing open the door, Zhou Ze took his cell phone. Yingying wanted to go with Zhou Ze, but seeing that she was having fun playing games with the monkey, Zhou Ze asked her to stay here.
It's not far anyway.
I took my phone down.
Holding the little boy's hand again,
Walk through the path in the flower garden, which is only about eight or nine hundred meters away, and you will reach the back street.
First, there was a church standing here. This church is also quite old. It is said to have existed in the late Qing Dynasty. It was later destroyed. The current one was rebuilt twenty years ago.
“I don’t like this place.”
The little boy spoke.
"I don't like it either."
Zhou Ze echoed.
The identities of "father and son"
It is determined that they definitely do not like places like churches.
"In the past, mountain people also built temples for me."
"And then?"
"Then I demolished the temple." The little boy replied, "I saved two mountain people, but they built a temple for me. Did they want me to be struck by lightning?"
Zhou Ze nodded, agreeing with it.
"Have you ever believed this?" the little boy suddenly asked, "I heard you died less than two years ago."
"Believe it."
"Ah?" The little boy was a little surprised. "It's quite surprising."
"Not surprisingly, most Chinese people actually believe it."
"I don't think so."
“But they all believe it.”
"Um?"
“For example, when a person’s left eye suddenly starts twitching, he will happily think that left eye twitching means wealth.
But when a person's right eye twitches, he is not thinking about the disaster of right eye twitching.
Rather,
Pooh,
Feudal superstition. "