In the morning, Zhou Ze woke up, went downstairs, took a shower as usual, and then sat on his usual seat on the sofa by the window.
Yingying brought coffee and handed over the ironed newspaper.
At this time, Xu Qinglang also came down from upstairs.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"Whatever, my appetite isn't very good."
"Then cook the wontons."
"Um."
Xu Qinglang turned and went into the kitchen.
Zhou Ze picked up the coffee.
Took a sip,
With a snap,
He lifted up the newspaper and shook it.
Crisp and pleasant to the ears.
Zhou Ze believes that this is one of the most beautiful sounds in life.
Outside, dark clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.
But inside,
There are still small bridges, flowing water and houses.
It's like living your own life and caring about national affairs. After you finish bragging and talking about the world, you still have to get up early the next day to go to the vegetable market to buy fresh and cheap vegetables.
Yingying sat opposite Zhou Ze, holding a mobile phone in her hand, as if watching a video.
There was a very depressing and eerie tune in the video, but Yingying burst out laughing as she watched it.
Zhou Ze was curious, put down the newspaper and asked:
"What are you looking at?"
"Magic, boss, the audience is really cooperative."
"magic?"
Yingying turned her phone screen towards Zhou Ze and clicked replay.
In the video, there is a very familiar stage background with a slightly greasy style, and when the host's voice sounds, everything is so recognizable. Later, this host became a household name for his sketches.
"This is the Spring Festival Gala, right?"
"Spring Festival Gala?" Yingying was a little confused.
The video continued with a man walking to the center of the stage, placing two toads on the ground, and then the man stepped on the two toads wearing only socks.
"Dear audience friends, our Qigong master is about to perform his Qigong exercises. Please wait and see!"
“Dark, dark, dark, dark…”
It's a bit like the background music of Liao Zhai.
It gives people a mysterious feeling.
After a while,
The master took a sip of water in his mouth.
Spray it on the red bricks in front of you.
The red bricks cracked directly!
The audience below applauded enthusiastically, and the host kept exclaiming in amazement!
After the master took a few steps back,
The camera immediately captured the two toads that were stepped on by the master before.
The two frogs were still able to continue to crawl around alive and kicking.
The audience exclaimed again and applauded wildly!
The next program was a bit like "shrinking bones", which involved getting in and out of a cage. The metal frame of the cage might be elastic, but it required a lot of force to break it open. At first, several children wearing red scarves were asked to try it, but none of them could get in.
After that, the two qigong masters went in very quickly. They went in with one bump and came out with another bump.
With the background music and the host's exclamation,
The scene was still extremely warm and the applause was thunderous.
From a modern perspective, this is nothing more than a common trick, but back then, it was considered a master trick.
"Boss, this magic trick is so boring, but the background music and the host's voice are really funny."
"Well, in the past, magic was not called magic, it was called Qigong."
"qigong?"
"Yes, Qigong, or you can call it special abilities."
"So, Boss, do the audience in the video really regard them as masters? And are they really great masters?"
"Well, yes."
“People were so stupid back then.”
Even Yingying from the Qing Dynasty didn't believe in this.
"The number of people who believe is only a small number." Zhou Ze said.
"What about most of it?"
"Play blind there."
"It's time for breakfast. What are you talking about?" Xu Qinglang came out from the kitchen.
The wontons are wrapped in advance. Just prepare the soup base and put the wontons in. They will be ready to serve soon.
Two drops of sesame oil, a pinch of chopped green onion and coriander, and appropriate seasoning.
The taste is really delicious.
Xu Qinglang brought out three bowls.
Zhou Ze stood up, sat at the table, picked up the spoon and started eating.
Xu Qinglang sat down opposite Zhou Ze and also ate bite by bite.
"Still no news." Xu Qinglang said with some concern.
Although the distance was so close, the insecurity caused by the enemy being in the dark and we being in the light was really torturous. The most important thing was that this time his master seemed to understand the principle of forbearance better than last time.
He actually hoped that his master would come and kill him directly like he did last time. It would be a blessing in disguise, but what was the point of just keeping him hanging like this
"I think we shouldn't worry about this right now."
Zhou Ze took a bite of a wonton, drank a sip of the soup, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.
"What's wrong?" Xu Qinglang asked.
Zhou Ze pointed to the third bowl next to him.
The bowl of wontons was placed there quietly. Yingying was not going to eat it, and Xu Qinglang did not prepare it for Yingying.
"Don't you notice that this morning is a bit quiet?"
Where is the monkey
Where is the Taoist priest
Where's the black chick
Where is the white fox
There are also a few ghost messengers opposite the bookstore, they also come over to eat at mealtime.
The guys who would sit over immediately as soon as the bowl was knocked at mealtime,
Today,
Why is it so quiet
Xu Qinglang put down the spoon.
"Yingying, go take a look at the vegetable garden next door."
"Okay, boss."
"Then I'll go up and take a look." Xu Qinglang walked up the stairs.
After a while, Yingying came back first, and said with a heavy face: "Boss, there is no one in the vegetable garden, even Deadpool is gone."
Xu Qinglang also came down and said, "There is no one in the bedroom upstairs."
Half a night,
So many employees in the bookstore disappeared at once.
Boss Zhou would not think that he had exploited his employees too harshly, so these employees collectively abandoned him and ran away.
But, after thinking about it,
Zhou Ze gently hooked his fingers.
“Buzz!”
A gust of wind came quickly.
In the blink of an eye,
The sloth-like spotted marten lay on Zhou Ze's shoulder and rubbed its butt with one of its paws.
It hurts~~
Zhou Ze smiled, stretched out his hand and flicked the marten's head.
"You are still here, sir."
Xu Qinglang stood there with a gloomy look on his face.
Zhou Ze shook his head, lit a cigarette, and said slowly:
"Why do I feel like I haven't made any progress at all? It was like this last time, and it's the same this time. I only realized it after others made a move."
I remember the last time I was in Qu Mingming's office at the Internet cafe.
Yingying tried her best to alert herself.
Fortunately, one thing that is consoling is that Yingying is still standing beside him.
From a more selfish perspective, if other people say yes, then yes;
As long as Yingying is fine, Zhou Ze can hold on and won't feel that the sky has fallen.
Zhou Ze admitted that this feeling was selfish, but what could he do
It is difficult to keep a bowl of water evenly balanced, let alone the relationships between people of varying distances
"I think it's not that we haven't made any progress, but that our progress is not as fast as his." Xu Qinglang said.
"I give you 100 points for this self-consolation."
Zhou Ze stood up, stretched, and continued:
"What is that person going to do next?"
Neither Zhou Ze nor Lao Xu discussed what happened to the missing people.
Are they alive, are they dead
Because there is no point in discussing this now.
"Boss, it's snowing outside again."
Yingying said, pointing outside the French window.
It's snowing.
It was just sleet.
And the rain seems to be quite heavy.
For young people and children in many places, snow is a very interesting thing, while "sleet" is a very distressing term.
It gives you hope and fantasy about snow, but it also often extinguishes your desire to build a snowman.
"Has he not yet taken our turn? Or, is he keeping us, the main targets of his hatred, separate from each other and planning to play some perverted tricks?"
Xu Qinglang didn't answer. He walked silently to the door of the bookstore and stood there.
Zhou Ze shrugged.
In fact, there is one thing he doesn't know.
If it weren't for the old Dao,
The Di Ting that led to Hell cut off the process,
Maybe Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang have already been "blind" now.
… …
A tricycle,
It was slowly pushed over from across the street.
There are many scrolls on the tricycle.
The driver was an old man.
He didn't get too close to the bookstore and stopped under the street light on the side of the road.
Xu Qinglang's eyes were fixed on him.
The driver bent down.
He took off his black cap.
The hairstyle of the Regional Support Center was revealed,
A slight pause,
As if deliberately brewing emotions,
The expression on his face gradually changed from indifference to warmth.
With excitement,
With joy,
With kindness,
It was so hard that it felt like the skin on my face was being peeled off.
I glued it again and re-attached a new one.
Then open your arms,
Slightly tiptoe.
"Ah, ah, oh, oh, uh..."
This is a test mic.
The microphone test is over.
The old man had a vivid expression and an emotional voice. He opened his arms and called out to Xu Qinglang who was standing at the door:
"My disciple,
Master missed you so much!"
This scene,
This reminded Zhou Ze of the host in the video he had watched before. The first sentence he said during every Spring Festival Gala was: Dear audience friends, I miss you so much!
Zhou Ze didn't know whether Xu Qinglang was excited or not.
Zhou Ze was standing behind Xu Qinglang and couldn't see whether tears welled up in his eyes.
But what Zhou Ze could see was,
Xu Qinglang took the initiative to walk towards the old man.
The pace is very fast.
You can see that Lao Xu can't wait.
The smile on the old man's face became even brighter, like the blooming of hawthorn flowers.
Xu Qinglang threw himself into the old man's arms.
There was no "ahh" sound.
Master, I miss you so much. I punch your chest with my little fist.
Lao Xu's way of expressing his feelings is more simple and crude.
He drew out his copper coin sword,
He stabbed his master directly in the chest.
Then,
Pull it out.
Then push it in.
Pull it out.
Then push it in.
Repeated cycle,
Sincere feelings,
Intense action,
The love between master and disciple can only be described like this.