"Yeah... take it yourself. w_w_w.q_u_a_n_b_e_n.c_o_m" Uncle Wang lay on the couch and fell asleep without opening his eyes.
"Oh..." Zhang Yang picked up the antique mobile phone on the table with ease. Because the electrical board of this thing is too old, it must be connected to the charger for a long time. Without the power supply, the mobile phone loses its basic functions. It is said that this Uncle Wang did it on purpose. He used to have his cell phone stolen in the guard room. But after replacing this phone, he never lost his phone again.
This made Zhang Yang think differently. This mobile phone cannot be moved, so why not get a landline phone, which would be much easier
Of course, Zhang Yang's curiosity was zero, and he didn't bother to ask about these things that had nothing to do with him. He only knew that since Uncle Wang got this mobile phone, his calls had never been unsuccessful, and this time was no exception.
"Liu Biao, help me..."
"What?" A rich but lazy voice came from the phone.
"I have no money. I haven't eaten since morning. Come and save me."
"Damn, is it so miserable?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm so hungry that I can't walk..." Zhang Yang said with a sad face.
"Wait twenty minutes, I'll be right over... No, thirty minutes..."
"Why does it take so long? I'm so hungry." Zhang Yang said he was hungry, and the hunger in his stomach became stronger. He felt like his stomach could swallow a cow now.
"Damn it, you were released from the starvation prison! Don't worry, I won't starve to death in half an hour..." The other party hung up the phone before Zhang Yang could speak.
Zhang Yang carefully placed the phone on the table with a depressed look on his face. Every time he called Liu Biao, it would take less than ten minutes to see him. Today, it actually took him half an hour when he was needed most.
"Poor child, open the first drawer." Uncle Wang raised his hand and said weakly.
"oh."
"Did you see that black plastic bag?"
"kindness."
"Eat."
"Bread..." Zhang Yang opened the black plastic bag, his eyes bright, but he was a little worried about the gray-black bread and couldn't help but ask: "How long has it been here? Has it passed the shelf life?"
"Does the bread still have a shelf life?" The old man couldn't help but sit up in surprise.
"Ahem... Yes, yes. How long has it been?"
"It seems...it was last week..." The old man hesitated a little, as if he couldn't determine the exact date.
"Last week?" Zhang Yang was stunned.
"What, you can't eat it? Remember back then... "
"I eat, I eat... woo woo... "
Zhang Yang took a bite of the bread with almost tears in his eyes. He would rather eat the obviously moldy bread than listen to the old man's words of "thinking about the past". It was definitely a kind of mental torture.
The old man participated in the Vietnam War, but in fact, the war was almost over when the old man went there. Until he retired, the old man didn't know what the Vietnamese looked like. However, because there were still occasional exchanges of fire on the border at that time, so when the old man retired, it was considered For those who participated in the war, now, the old man can still get a little allowance for those who participated in the war every month.
Of course, others quietly told Zhang Yang this, but the old man himself boasted that he was a flying cow. In short, without him, China would definitely not have been able to win the Vietnam War. He was deceived at the beginning. A group of students who worshiped war heroes slowly began to believe what the old man said. Naturally, the glorious image also collapsed in the hearts of the students, but the old man himself didn't know it.
"Tell me, how can I catch up with Professor Li's wife?"
Seeing Zhang Yang biting bread, the old man lay down on the couch with satisfaction and closed his eyes.
"This... I think you should wait for a while. My husband just died, so he shouldn't be in the mood for romance."
"Hey! I've thought about this too, but, but, I can't wait!"
"what?"
"That damn fat guy in the cafeteria is running to Professor Li's house every day now. If I don't take action, someone else might get there first..." The old man had a melancholy expression on his face.
"Then... ahem... then you go directly to her house and tell him that you like him. At your age, there is no need to beat around the bush. Time is money. You are over sixty and your time is running out. Seize every day. Opportunity… "
"Bah, bah, bah... Whose time is running out?"
“…”
"But, that's really what happened. Okay, I'll go to her house after I get off work later." The old man sighed and stood up suddenly and said loudly, startling Zhang Yang.
“…”
Zhang Yang sweated profusely when he saw the old man looking like he was on the execution ground. His wife had only been dead for more than a month and yet she went to woo him at night. Zhang Yang could only secretly pray to Tathagata Buddha to protect the old man from being driven out by the broom handle.
"Zhang Yang, hurry up." A rough voice came from outside the guard room.
"Ah...Uncle Wang, Liu Biao is here, I'm leaving first..."
Hearing Liu Biao's voice, Zhang Yang stood up quickly as if he had seen a savior.
"Oh... be careful and tell that boy not to wander around the door with a bunch of gangsters all day long."
"Yeah."
"Go." The old man became weak again, curled up on the couch and looking extremely lonely.
"Uncle Wang, I'm leaving then. Don't blow the fan on your chest. It's easy to catch a cold." Zhang Yang looked at the old man's rugged body curled up on the couch, and suddenly felt unbearable.
"Go on, go on." The old man seemed to want to sleep, waved his hand and closed his eyes.
Zhang Yang didn't make a sound, adjusted the electric fan to the minimum setting, then gently exited the guard room, and slowly closed the door.
"Hurry up and take your time like a pussy."
Standing at the gate of the school was a guy wearing a suit, a snow-white shirt, and a striped tie. He had thick eyebrows and leopard-like eyes. He looked like a simple-minded guy with big limbs. Parked next to him was a shabby Yamaha 25o racing car, with the body covered in oil stains. .
"You, you... what are you doing?" (QuanBen Novel Website www.QuanBen-XiaoShuo.com)