Talented people always have to get some titles before they can achieve success, such as crazy, such as fool, or to put it mildly, "weirdos".

But this weirdo is disappearing every day. Shake when everyone doubts, and die completely when you hesitate.

After all, at the end of the day, there are still two kinds of people in the world. One is born in the ordinary, willing to be ordinary, and dies in the ordinary, and the other is unwilling to die - but in the end it is still ordinary.

Qin Cao has basically become the latter.

A man's life has passed the hurdle of 30 years old, and most of the next things have an expectation. Working hard and raising a family, there aren't too many things to be pleasantly surprised.

Although his career is small, he is already married and has children, which is a complete missed opportunity to become a golden bachelor in the end.

Fortunately, both parents are healthy, the work and family are smooth, and my sister has not been out of society for a long time, and she has been noisy for three days, but there is nothing wrong with it.

Except for occasionally feeling that he has finally become an accomplice of ordinary people, Qin Cao does not have too many regrets. In his opinion, the current situation is also a kind of stable happiness.

As he regained this sense of stability, he was smiling and reluctantly leaving the cool, air-conditioned room with his colleagues.

Since everyone was going downstairs to lunch, he couldn't seem too unsociable.

Summers in Huayang City are hot and rainy, and the air on the streets is always thicker than spring dreams.

The typhoon that left the day before yesterday did not bring much comfortable temperature to the city.

It is about 500 steps from the company to the noodle shop. The distance was not long, but it had already made Qin Cao's whole body drenched in a layer of fine sweat.

"Ask for a noodle soup with a poached egg. Well...... Take a cold dish. ”

In front of the counter, Qin Cao inadvertently observed the expressions of the boss and his colleagues in front of him, and ordered a similar meal. Whether it's the amount or the price, it won't look too out of place in front of the boss and colleagues.

Everyone sat down in tacit understanding, and Qin Cao was glad for this harmonious atmosphere.

Recognizing people, let alone in the workplace, is a skill that should be learned as quickly as possible in any circle composed of human beings.

The air conditioner at the noodle shop was blowing steam, and the number of people coming for lunch gradually increased.

A group of people in blue overalls walked through the door, and Qin Cao concluded that it was probably a worker who had just gotten off work on a nearby construction site.

The conversation of the workers has the boldness and roughness of a manual laborer. The smell of sweat and dust made Qin Cao, who was leaning against the door, couldn't help but shrink his shoulders.

The female colleague sitting across from him frowned dissatisfiedly, and the piece of skin between her eyebrows squeezed into a Sichuan character, silently indicating the distance between the two worlds.

And the workers also seem to be dismissive of these white-collar workers in suits and leather shoes. They deliberately raised their voices and knocked on the counter, showing the posture of regular customers.

"The same old way!"

One of the people at the head said angrily.

But the waiter's eyes were confused. Seeing this, the man had to point to the menu with some hesitation.

"Two beers, three duck heads, and a bowl of rice. ”

Finally understanding what he was trying to do, the waiter shouted the names of the dishes to the back kitchen.

It's loud, but in the end it's cheap and unnutritious food.

The inferiority complex that can't be covered up by pretending to be forced is probably the gap between people and people.

Qin Cao let out a sneer in his heart, but his gaze stayed on a strange young worker.

Instead of swaggering in with his companions and knocking on the table, he stood outside the door quietly cleaning his clothes, face, and hands.

Moments later, he walked into the noodle shop. Qin Cao noticed that he was standing up straight.

"Hello, I want a tonkatsu, no chopped green onions, no sauce, and a bowl of vegetarian mixed noodles, and if you can, a little more greens." ”

The speed of his speech is not too fast, but every word has the meaning of being correct and round. It sounds like a group of scattered people mixed in with an overly serious guy.

"Lao Du is poor again!"

His companions laughed. For a while, the air of joy filled the counter.

Another weirdo, Qin Cao thought. No matter what class of society you are in, if you don't know how to fit in, you will always become the object of ridicule.

But Qin Cao's gaze was still unconsciously taken away by the dirty young man. He is not too tall, but when he walks, he has the impression that a jade tree is in the wind.

Qin Cao even had a little hallucination for a moment, feeling that this person was wearing the kind of robe with the style of the ancients, not this old set of overalls.

But the young man's lonely seat and the noisy voices of the noodle shop brought him back to reality.

This makes sense.

No matter how enthusiastic young people are, they will basically become the same as the people around them if they are enthusiastic and have been beaten by society for a few years.

This society doesn't need weirdos.

As if to convince himself, Qin Cao thought and thought about it, and finally began to eat noodles with peace of mind.

It was supposed to be just a small episode.

Until a few crumpled hundred-dollar bills fell to the ground.

People in the city who are begging for a living have a natural sensitivity to money, and Qin Cao judged from the corner of his eye that the owner of the banknote should be the thin girl in the corner.

"Whose money seems to have dropped?" Qin Cao said to his colleagues.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, an aunt rushed over.

"Oops, my money is gone. ”

As she spoke, she faltentiously rummaged through her tote bag, then picked up the bill without changing her face and returned to her seat. The movements are done in one go, and he is as agile as a wild boar.

The money had already entered the aunt's bag, and the girl finally reacted.

She touched her pocket blankly, and then looked at her aunt with a sudden realization.

"Just now...... The ...... that just fell to the ground It's my money......" said the girl timidly.

But the aunt's expression was calm and steady.

The money is in the pocket, and it is not easy to say anything.

"That...... Auntie, that's the money for my medical treatment...... I, I'm not in good health, I need this money......"

The aunt put down the chopsticks.

"What's the matter with you little girl? What money do you want to pay for me? Do you want to say that I take your money or what?"

"So...... The money you picked up just now is my ......"

"That's the money I dropped! What happened to my money when I picked it up? Why do you see money at a young age? Hey, young people are really interesting nowadays!"

"No, Auntie...... I really can't afford to miss these hundreds of dollars...... The medical expenses that I managed to scrape together really can't be less than these hundreds of yuan...... Can you give it back to me? Please......"

The girl said, pulling out a medical record from the hospital. Probably because of the illness that made people vulnerable, she didn't say a word, and tears fell with her.

The girl's accusation made the aunt angry. Her neck was as red as an overheated cannon barrel, and then she began to greet the girl's family with all her dignity. The voice was so loud that it was as if the other party was a thief.

Everyone let out an incomprehensible sigh, and Qin Cao also hesitated. Although he had already concluded that the aunt had picked up the girl's money, he was obviously unwilling to muddy the waters.

Maybe it's really aunt's money, maybe it's just that the girl is pretending to be weak, maybe the two are singing and harmonizing and waiting for the naïve guy to take the bait.

Let a sleeping dog lie. Qin Cao persuaded himself, but his eyes unconsciously looked towards the young man in the distance.

I saw that the young man looked in the direction of the dispute between the two, his face was a little gloomy, and the speed of eating was much faster than before.

Qin Cao's heart passed through a sigh for some reason.

He didn't know why it was just a one-sided relationship, and he had some kind of expectation for him, expecting him to do something different.

Maybe it's just to calm the guilt in my heart that I don't want to help.

"It's another quarrel, leave it alone. Qin Cao's colleague persuaded. Qin Cao turned around as if he had received amnesty, and drank a mouthful of noodle soup with peace of mind.

Anyway, other people think the same way, so it's not his fault.

Workers and white-collar workers, people from two worlds, are invariably on the same side at this time.

That is silence.

Qin Cao didn't want to look back, and there was the sound of the dishes and chopsticks falling from the back of his head.

It turned out that in the middle of the dispute, the aunt pushed the girl.

The girl fell backwards with a cry of surprise.

But before she landed, a pair of hands caught her steadily.

"Auntie, it's dangerous. ”

The young man known as Lao Du had already appeared behind the girl at some point. He helped the girl back to her seat, and then stood modestly in front of the aunt.

"It was her idea to beat me for money first! Do you see that in broad daylight, is there any reason? Is there any royal law? Huh? What do you say?"

Aunt is unrelenting.

But when she saw the young man's right hand, her expression froze instantly.

In his hand, it was his aunt's wallet.

"Auntie, I'm curious, your wallet is full of neatly folded new bills, and the wallet is placed in the zipper pocket of your handbag, where did you fall out of these crumpled old money?"

This truth sounded irrefutable for a while, and the aunt immediately changed into a fierce posture when she saw this.

"What do you care about me?!...... This is my money! Give me back my wallet!"

"If you take money to save people's lives, you will be damned. The young man said very seriously, "Tomorrow there will be thunder, you go out carefully." ”

"You stinky worker, dare to teach me a lesson?! Okay, you have the ability to wait for me!"

The aunt looked at the young man who was nodding and waiting, and looked for her mobile phone to call someone. But turning over and over, how can there be the shadow of a mobile phone on the body?

"What you're looking for?"

The young man raised his left hand.

"That'...... That's my phone!"

"Yours?strange, this is in my hands, you dare to say that it's yours?" the young man smiled, "Oh, I see, we are the same style!

The young man pretended to pat the aunt on the shoulder enthusiastically, and the aunt was so angry that her face turned purple and she pounced to grab it. The young man turned around beautifully, and his bruised face lost his balance and fell directly into the noodle bowl.

"Auntie, you see, a real thief, you don't need to reason with you at all. The young man scoffed.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help laughing, and the girl took the lost money, and she didn't know whether to thank or laugh.

Seeing this scene, Qin Cao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But what surprised him was the young man's last act of protection.

The moment when the aunt slipped in the air was actually quite dangerous. If it weren't for the young man who finally stopped him, the aunt would not have faced a bowl of noodles on her face.

He's not just going to be a little bit of a pusher. The proportions can be said to be just right. A young man has this kind of consideration in an instant, no wonder he should be called Lao Du.

When Qin Cao sighed, someone inadvertently bumped into him. He looked back and saw that the young man had quietly snatched the door before everyone could react.

He also reclined in front of the counter and beckoned to himself.

Immature. Qin Cao said this in his heart as he smiled and nodded at him.

The next noodle shop was in chaos.

The angry aunt wiped the noodle soup on her face while calling someone on her mobile phone. The aunt's family came quickly and fiercely, but there was no trace of the young man anywhere.

I can be silent.

Looking at the family members who asked questions, Qin Cao said in his heart.

He took the last sip of the soup with a happy mood and went to the counter to pay the bill.

"Hello, a total of fifty dollars. ”

"Hey?" Qin Cao was stunned for a few seconds, "Why is it so expensive?"

"Isn't it two meals, a total of fifty yuan?"

"Two copies?"

"yes. Your friend left in a hurry, and he said that the cost of the meal would be on your head. You just nodded?" said the waiter, pulling out a work card.

"Well, there's the badge and this note. Your friend just asked me to give it to you, don't lose it again. ”

Qin Cao touched his pocket, only to find that his badge had already disappeared.

“...... Did you just hit that?!"

He looked over to where the young man was sitting.

He had only been in the store for about ten minutes, but the assorted noodles and tonkatsu had been eaten cleanly, and there was no scum left.

It looks like it was premeditated.

Qin Cao forcibly put away his badge angrily, and then opened the note on the counter.

What catches your eye is a line of chic and powerful block letters.

"Make an IOU, and pay it back later. Hey. ”

The inscription is "Du Feiyu, the twelfth Sect Master of the Extreme Dao Sect".

Qin Cao felt his brain buzz.

Extreme Dao Sect?

The twelfth suzerain?

Hey?

Qin Cao's thousand words finally condensed into a simple scolding.

Exercise.