This kind of taste of being occupied by troubles has not been experienced by Chen Wenjin for a long time.

After leaving the beach, Chen Wen returned to the city today, returned the second-hand car, and went directly to the rice noodle shop in Qinghe District.

However, after destroying a bowl of rice noodles, two briskets and a serving of lettuce, his heart was still heavy.

Oh, yes...... There are some things that you can not think about.

But this matter must be resolved.

The question is just – when to do it?

After dealing with the mechanical threat, there is a possibility that he will not be able to return.

There was no way for him to seek more protection, and the bargaining chips available to him and the alien civilization were very different.

His only reliance is fate, but the female alien race knows more than him about the level of understanding of fate, and perhaps there is still key information that has been concealed and not revealed.

Chen Wenjin's only threat is the force of fate itself, if he is allowed to unleash endlessly, sooner or later it will be destroyed to the civilization of female aliens.

But this is a bargaining chip on the surface, he knows it, and the female alien knows it.

What Chen Wenjin didn't know was whether the civilization where the female aliens were located had the technical means to solve this problem.

After going out for several days during the holidays, Wang Shuai asked him why he was depressed recently, and Chen Wenjin could only answer: "It's okay." ”

It's just that his state is not as relaxed as usual, and Ah Leopard can also see it.

However, when they asked each other, they all said that it was okay, and Wang Shuai also followed Chen Wenjin to his house to eat, but he didn't find anything wrong with his family, and in the end it could only be attributed to: lovesickness.

Well, this reason Chen Wenjin can't deny it, so let's take it as a lovesickness.

Winter in Pengshi came late, and the weather was repeated, but it was really cold during the winter vacation.

Chen Wenjin stood on the side of the road on East Street, his knee-length coat fluttered a little when the wind blew, and it was a little chilly, so he buttoned his coat tightly.

He watched the crowd like a tide, about the busiest time of the year, and a little later, many people were returning to their hometowns by car to enjoy the good time of their families.

It's just that counting it always feels too short.

Busy all year round, but the reunion is only a few days, and you have to spend a lot of money to save money and frugality, such a life experience is definitely not beautiful.

Wang Shuai was smoking a cigarette and watching the endless flow of people.

Several young men stopped on the side of the road, smoking cigarettes and talking, their faces beaming with joy.

They talked about their plans to buy gifts to take home, most of them clothes.

Because there was still a shortage of clothes in many places during this era, worn clothes can still be a good gift in many rural areas.

"Round-trip tickets, expenses to go back, plus buying something, there is no money left to save this year. A man said, a little depressed, after all, how this money was saved is a sigh for others, and for them, it is the torment and hardship accumulated for many days and nights of the year.

"It's not all like this, what can I do?" the other man looked away.

"No matter how good it is before, how can I make money before I come out? I didn't dig in the field every day, but now I send money back every month, and the small ones are enough to study, and the family is enough if there are no major events." After another man finished speaking, he looked at the cigarette butt carefully, and tried his best to smoke the last cigarette to burn it out, before he was willing to throw it on the ground and step on it, and finally asked: "Why did Mazi say that he didn't go back for the New Year?

Another man laughed and said: "Mazi earns money? Don't you know that all the money he earns is spent on women? He doesn't send much money to the children at home, and he will say that the money he sent is robbed on the way, and then he will say that he has been stolen, and another month he will say that he is sick and spends it, and he is lying to the people in the house! He went to find the girl standing on the street with all the money!"

"No, he only earns 800 yuan a month, and he is willing to go to find someone who stands on the street? I heard people say that 20 yuan a time, almost a day in vain, working for those who sell X!"

"Why not! Several people have seen him go to the next park to look for a standing street, I followed him that night, and I saw it with my own eyes! Can there be a fake? Thanks to his mother-in-law taking two babies in the house, farming, and taking care of his old mother, he is good, working for the person who sells X here! Mazi is such a bastard thing! Don't mention him, I can't see him who has no conscience!"

As he was talking, two young men came over with two bags of pig's blood soup, and one of them sent a bowl.

After receiving it, they all thanked them, and one of the men said with emotion: "You are really willing to treat yourself? Three yuan a bowl!"

"Please! Last time you were injured, you helped with the OEM, so I said that I would invite you to eat, and what you said counted!" The man who was the east held the bowl, smelled the incense, and said in his mouth: "I heard that this thing can make money, and we don't like to eat this thing at home, I used to think that these people were stupid, and they spent three yuan to eat such a small bowl of pig blood! Some time ago, Lao Wang's sister invited us to eat once, not to mention, this shop is really delicious!"

A few people drank the hot soup, all nodded and said yes, they all curiously guessed how it was cooked, what condiments were put and so on, and after chatting a few words, someone suggested that they should eat elsewhere, saying that they could sit on the stairs in front of the bank over there.

Those few people left, and Wang Shuai also left suddenly.

Chen Wenjin saw him crossing the street, so he walked to the opposite side with a smile, and after waiting for a while, he saw Wang Shuai buy two bowls of pig blood soup and come over, handed him a bowl, and said while lifting the lid: "I have eaten it before, and I think it's okay." This will listen to them, it seems to be very fragrant. ”

"I've always thought it was delicious. Chen Wenjin was thinking about the future renovation and reconstruction of East Street, which was no longer the backward scene of building sheds in a large area, but after that, the owner of this shop did not work for many years before withdrawing.

Drinking the pig blood soup, Wang Shuai said with a smile: "The food must have a story, and the story must have an atmosphere to increase the experience of tasting." The hardships and hardships set off by the pitiful living conditions of those few people make this pig blood soup have an emotional atmosphere at this moment, and it is particularly delicious. ”

After a while, Wang Shuai said: "I want to have another bowl, thinking that this is also a small luxury for those people just now, I feel that the atmosphere is still there." Would you like a bowl too?"

"Usually I say that food tastes good, you don't have to ask, I'm sure I can still eat it and you're full. ”

"Okay, I'll bring you two more bowls. Wang Shuai smiled and went.

"It's just this kind of bowl, and it's trivial for you to have three more bowls. Chen Wenjin didn't pay attention to this amount at all.

So, Wang Shuai simply bought five bowls.

"Just ask if you're afraid!"

"I'm not afraid, thank you for the treat. Chen Wen was about to start today, Chen's mother and Chen Qian came over, Wang Shuai hurriedly said: "Auntie, Chen Qian, I bought pig blood soup, it's cold, eat some hot to warm up, the taste of this shop is very special." ”

"Okay, okay, I like this pig's blood soup!" Chen Qian happily took a bowl, and when she said thank you, her eyes were looking at the steaming bowl.

Chen's mother also likes to eat this shop, so after eating a bowl, she saw that there were still many more, so she came to another bowl very straightforwardly.

Wang Shuai saw that there was still a bowl left, but Chen Wenjin didn't start it, so he asked him: "Isn't it bragging?

"I don't want you to make another trip. Chen Wenjin gestured, Wang Shuai saw Qingqing come out after buying underwear, and hurriedly took the bowl of pig blood soup over, saying that he had specially bought it for her.

It's just Qingqing, it seems that I don't seem to be interested in this, or maybe I'm worried about the food hygiene of the roadside shop, but I don't want to refuse Wang Shuai's wishes, so I took it, tasted a piece symbolically, drank the soup, put it aside, and forgot about it.

Chen's mother and Chen Qian naturally saw that Qingqing was Wang Shuai's girlfriend, and chatted a few words, Wang Shuai saw that Chen's mother's question was a bit direct, Qingqing obviously couldn't accept it, and it was difficult to maintain even a polite smile, and she was about to say goodbye.

Ami and the two girls suddenly beckoned and called out to Chen Wenjin and Wang Shuai, come over, and when they saw the unfinished pig blood soup, Ami smiled and asked, "Who is treating?"

"Of course there is!" Wang Shuai must answer this way in this situation, and immediately went to buy it, and after coming back, Ami chatted with Chen's mother and Chen Qian, took the pig blood soup, and ate it happily with two friends. By the way, Chen Qian, do you like the brand of chocolate last time? If you like it, I'll bring it for you next time. ”

"Like. It's just embarrassing. Chen Qian told the truth, and was naturally glared at by Chen's mother, but it was not good to count in front of others.

"You're welcome. Xiao Xiao also called me yesterday and told me to help bring some when my parents come back, and she will also bring some when she comes back, so that you can eat for a while longer. Ami said to herself, not noticing that Qingqing was looking at her.

Qingqing didn't know Chen Qian, nor did she know Ami, but when she heard Chen Qian shouting Ami's sister when they met, she knew that it was Wang Shuai's ex-girlfriend, and of course she wouldn't have a good face.

She wanted to leave, but then she said, "Wang Shuai, we still have to buy something, otherwise we'll talk after we finish shopping?"

Wang Shuai smiled, and Chen Wenjin estimated that Wang Shuai smiled even more happily in his heart.

Sure enough, Wang Shuai said to Qingqing: "Yes, there are a lot of things to buy, you go to see it first, and I'll look for you later." ”

Qingqing was in a worse mood, and said with an unwilling smile: "I don't know what your father likes, how to pick a gift?"

"He doesn't have anything he particularly likes, but he definitely likes the gift you give, I believe in your vision, be confident! Go quickly!" Wang Shuai seemed to gently push Qingqing out a few steps, and then smiled and waved his hand, the latter didn't say anything more, and returned with a gentle smile and went alone.

Wang Shuai turned back, a few people chatted a few more words, Chen's mother and Chen Qian went shopping, and Chen Wenjin needed help to get the next things, so he also went with them.

Wang Shuai suddenly said, "Ami, can you talk a few words?"

Ami's friend left first, saying which area to go shopping in, and asked her to find it later.

On the side of the road, there were only the two of them left, and Ami asked a little uncomfortably, "What's the matter?" ”

"It's okay, I can't talk to you anymore? Wang Shuai said with a smile, but he was not on topic.

"No, it's not. Ami raised her hand and sighed, always feeling that Wang Shuai was a little strange at the moment, although it didn't look like anything, she just felt uneasy, so she deliberately pulled the topic to the thing that could clarify the distance the most. "Your girlfriend is very beautiful and looks very cultivated. ”

"However, I found that I still love you. Wang Shuai suddenly popped out such a sentence, because he was waiting for the opportunity to say this, he felt that the situation in front of him was too suitable, and the so-called acting at the opportunity was like this.